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  <title>Crusader of love and peace</title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jul 2012 13:54:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;small&gt;[Those who know Vash may have been noticing slight differences about him the past week to two weeks. He&apos;s not around as much, taking longer and longer walks through the forest. Visiting the spot where he once fought Wolfwood and Legato more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he leaves his house extra early and spends most of the day at that spot. He has his journal and will answer it if someone wants to get a hold of him, but will not be using it himself. He&apos;ll return to the village later in the evening and finds a quiet place to sit at Good Spirits with a bottle of cheap whiskey.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s so much life in this place... and yet... &lt;small&gt;[&lt;i&gt;No one knows the terrible things I&apos;ve done.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[He&apos;ll be there until the place looks like it&apos;s about to close up before stumbling his way back home. It&apos;s on his way that he takes his journal out and speaks into it with the slightest slur to his voice.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Voice]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, back home... the city of July was destroyed. I know - I know you all couldn&apos;t know the people there. I just, I just don&apos;t want them to ever be forgotten and how they lost everything in a single moment. &lt;small&gt;[He stops speaking for a moment. His voice breaking as tears start to fall from his eyes.]&lt;/small&gt; And I&apos;m &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=goldenglasses&amp;ditemid=29639&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <category>lost july</category>
  <category>drunk</category>
  <category>no vash - no</category>
  <category>emo kills remember?</category>
  <category>missing his mommy</category>
  <category>good spirits</category>
  <category>today sucks</category>
  <category>forest</category>
  <lj:mood>depressed</lj:mood>
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