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[Action/Voice] Backdated to Jan. 12th
Jan. 15th, 2011 11:31 am[Vash hasn’t been having a good week. Shortly after this failed conversation Wednesday evening with his brother, he’s weaving his way through town trying to get himself to the clinic. Blood has stopped spilling from a deep cut just above his fake arm on his left. His right is still bleeding a bit and his bigger problem. The collar bone having been neatly cut through. His head is a bit cloudy from the pain and blood loss, but he keeps going in a fairly straight line.
It’s after he gets treatment that he then faces the part he’s been dreading even more than facing his brother. He opens his journal, but it takes him awhile to write out a filter with his sore arms.]
[Filtered from Knives, Legato, and Yuber // 88% Unhackable]
[Even after the filter goes up he’s quiet for a long time. Unsure how to start.] I… I’m sorry, but… [A long pause. He takes a long deep breath, then slowly lets it out and forces himself on.] But there was a man dead out in the woods. I… I’m not sure who he was. I’m sorry. [Damn it, Knives.]
He had short, dark hair. I’m sorry I don’t know much more than that. He was already gone when I found him. I… I’m sorry if you knew him. [Yeah, too bad Vash doesn’t know that Jack is immortal and is probably already alive again by the time he makes this post. Of course, he doesn’t know that, so now that he’s not bleeding to death, and has at least one - mostly - useable arm, he’s heading back out to take care of the body if the Malnosso haven’t gotten to it yet.(Or you know… the body hasn‘t walked off yet!)]
It’s after he gets treatment that he then faces the part he’s been dreading even more than facing his brother. He opens his journal, but it takes him awhile to write out a filter with his sore arms.]
[Filtered from Knives, Legato, and Yuber // 88% Unhackable]
[Even after the filter goes up he’s quiet for a long time. Unsure how to start.] I… I’m sorry, but… [A long pause. He takes a long deep breath, then slowly lets it out and forces himself on.] But there was a man dead out in the woods. I… I’m not sure who he was. I’m sorry. [Damn it, Knives.]
He had short, dark hair. I’m sorry I don’t know much more than that. He was already gone when I found him. I… I’m sorry if you knew him. [Yeah, too bad Vash doesn’t know that Jack is immortal and is probably already alive again by the time he makes this post. Of course, he doesn’t know that, so now that he’s not bleeding to death, and has at least one - mostly - useable arm, he’s heading back out to take care of the body if the Malnosso haven’t gotten to it yet.
