goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (Missing you)
Introspective )

People visiting Good Spirits will see Vash dressed in a pair of jeans, a long sleeved button up shirt, with his long hair down around his face hunched over his journal. Flipping through it quickly. Playing bits and pieces of older entries. Then finally, there she was. A woman with black hair that he couldn't recognize, yet was talking to her in the past like she was the world to him. Who was this Rem?

Could his memory of her be lost from a death? But he couldn't eat baked goods anymore, that was his penalty for dying as a zombie, wasn't it? Could someone get two death penalties? Or- had he been killed without even realizing it?

Not only that, but he could tell just reading some of his past entries that he thought very differently when this woman was around. Just who was she?

Maybe it was the fact that he was drinking. Or the idea that if he wanted to fix this he'd have to leave himself open to John and the idea didn't sit well with him. Either way he eventually makes a post to Luceti at large.]


If you forgot someone, how important would it be for you to remember? Even if you thought remembering them would change you? The way you think? Would you want to remember even if the memories were bad and you probably won't meet them ever again?

[As the way Knives talked it seemed like Rem has been dead for some time in his world.

Eventually Vash will be sending out a private message out to John.]
goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (DONUT!)
[Vash had been depressed the past few days. And with good reason. Coming back from the dead after spending some time as a zombie is sure to make anyone upset. Only he can't stay home and mope all the time. Time to try to get outside and try to cheer up at least a little.

He slides on some brown slacks and a dark blue sweater. The leather and his typical red coat just being too much work to put on for what he feels could be a quick run. He starts to try to get his hair to stand up in it's typical spiky-ness, but it's being stubborn. A messy hair day will just have to do.

His goal today is to stop by the bakery, pick up some donuts, and do some people watching by the fountain. Something he has always loved doing. He enters the bakery in typical fashion. Cheerfully loud and asking for two dozen of their freshest donuts!

Oh, the lovely smell of donuts, it's been too long since he's had one. In fact, maybe he should share this moment! He takes out his journal to speak into it.]


Hello people of Luceti! I know a lot of you are new here lately and it all might seem a bit scary at times, but try to keep your chin up! Take enjoyment out of the little things! Like the bakery! Ahh! Just smelling these perfect little pieces of heaven could bring a smile to anyone's face! Yes! A fresh donut in the morning can make any dark day better! AND WITHOUT FURTHER ADO!

[He bites into it with a cry of nearly pure ecstasy..] AHHHH! It taste just like heaven too! So warm and delectable it's just... just... it's just...

[Suddenly the journal falls out of Vash's hand and it bounces to the ground. Saving Luceti from the view, but not the sounds of heavy and violent retching. It lasts a few minutes and leaves Vash panting for breath.]



What- don't tell me... THAT'S JUST NOT FAIR!

[What was his message of looking on the bright side? Vash is a bit bitter right now as he stands outside the bakery, staring at his donuts in horror. Can he really not eat them anymore!? The journal feed will eventually cut off to the sound of Vash cursing the Malnosso to the end of his days.]
goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (At peace - halfway there)
[If you happen to be walking in the forest this afternoon, you may notice something strange. There is a man lying in the snow who apparently thought it would be a good place for a nap. And napping is just what he’s doing at the moment. Thinking that maybe the past couple months have only been a dream - that is, until he starts to wake and notices two important things. He’s cold and wet. Gunsmoke is neither cold or wet so then - it was real? His eyes finally snap open and he bolts upright. He’s breathing heavily as he waves a hand in front of his face before something else hits him.] Meryl! [Snatching the journal at his side Vash will be opening it and nearly shouting into it.]

Meryl! [He quickly softens his voice and puts a soft smile on his face. He’s really back - no need to worry people so much by freaking out.] Uh - everyone. I’m back. I’m sorry if I worried you, but I’ll be home soon.

[He makes good on this by standing as soon as the post is done and making his way back home. He’s stumbling a bit as he makes his way back to community building 4 but otherwise looks fine.]

(ooc: May be slow tagging back. Going to bed soon. I WAS going to post this tomorrow but a few people wouldn't stop complaining. So. I decided to post and not tell them. HA! Revenge! I think?)

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