Crusader of love and peace

[Vash's journal decides to start recording, catching the gunman sitting by the fountain looking rather grumpy. That's probably because he's dressed in a really fake looking frog suit with huge googly eyes on his forehead. His face is also smeared with green paint. He mutters grumpily to himself as he sits near the water.]

This really had better be the Malnosso's doing. If I find out Jack is somehow behind this then I swear I'll riiiiiiiibbit! [The talking out loud to himself suddenly stops as Vash slams a hand quickly over his mouth. Did he really just ribbit!? Oh man, why him. This is embarrassing and horrible and just- oh hey! A pretty lady!]

Oh miss! Miss! Won't you find it in your sweet and kind heart to give this poor frog a kiss and break the curse I am under!

[Is it you Vash is flirting with? Is your male character a princess looking for his prince? Or just want to mock Vash? He'll be hanging around the fountain begging for kisses from pretty girls and possibly trying to avoid any men who've gone "mad" all week!]

[Vash had only just gotten off work and hadn’t checked his journal yet. Missing all those lovely little warning posts. Besides when he checked his journal this morning, he hadn’t had a chance to look at it the rest of the day. Although he had fallen asleep during work, even though his dreams hadn’t been bad at all, (nice dreams in fact) they had kept him up all night missing Rem and wondering who that little boy that looked almost exactly like him was suppose to be. Either way, he has some more information for Luceti’s favorite non!Gun!totting priest.]

Hey preacher-man! I had another dream I thought you’d be interested in! It was in another desert town, only you were there this time, and you know what? I’m pretty sure you were trying to kill me. Something about money… and a family… it turned out alright anyway… I think? We both oddly had ketchup bottles on us and pretended to be dead. Weird, huh?

Oh, and then you-

Grrrrrrrrrr.

N-n-niiiiiice doggie. Good doggie! Stay over th- NO! I said stay! Staaaaay! These are my donuts you big, scary, looking horror you!

Grrrrrr!

AH! Here then! [There’s a quick whoosh sound as Vash tosses a bag of donuts, but apparently that could be seen as a sign of an attack as the dog gives a bark and Vash lets out a scream and starts running.]

GAHHHH! GOOD DOGGIE! NICE DOGGIE! PLEASE DON’T EAT ME!

[Luckily for Vash the dog was more interested in scaring the idiot off. The chase doesn’t last too long, but feel free to catch Vash running with a dog behind him.]

[Vash had thought a leisurely walk though town would be a fun idea. And hey! It’s a cute little butterfly fluttering to him.] Why hello there friend! [He’s even more amused when it lands on his forehead.] Hey there, I’m not a flow-OW! Did you just bite me!? OW! I think you just BIT me! Butterflies don’t bi-OW! You DID bite me! Get off! [Vash shakes his head and dislodges the tease and then flaps his arms trying to get it to leave.] Shoo! Get out of here! Leave me alone! [Wait… now there’s TWO!? Where‘d that one come from!?] What kind of butterflies are these?! [And Vash takes off running and screaming, waving his arms in the air.]

[Voice]

Rem! Meryl! Whoever is home! Close the windows and don’t let any black butterflies in! I think they’re zombies or something. Everyone else stay clear! They bite! And are very persistent!

[Feel free to run into him pretty much anywhere. He’ll be warning everyone and saving (or getting in the way) of anyone under attack by the butterflies. Oh, and he won’t be killing any.]

[This is backdated to shortly after Vash found Rem and invited her to stay with him and Meryl. Without telling Meryl of course. Vash’s journal is haphazardly tossed onto a table when they get back and ends up falling onto the floor. So Luceti you’re getting a lovely view of a wall in Meryl and Vash’s apartment and a male and female voice talking.]

-living room. And that’s my room and that’s Meryl’s! She’s out right now, but should be home in a couple hours.

[A soft giggle] You got a bit of dirt on your face.

What- I do?

Here I’ll get it.

[More laughter] Stop! That tickles!

Oh Vash! Just hol-oh, your journal is on the floor.

Ah! Is it?! Could you pick it up? It might be recording us!

Okay, sure. [And there is a lovely young women captured in a video right before it finally cuts out.]

(OOC: To those who tags you may get either Vash or Rem, possibly both.)