Crusader of love and peace

[Vash was enjoying a bit of breakfast in the morning. He had just finished making a huge stack of pancakes. They were dribbling melted butter as he poured pure maple syrup so that it slowly dripped it's beautiful sticky sugar down the mountain. Of course, a stack of pancakes the size of his head wasn't enough, oh no! There was a side plate of crispy bacon and plump sausage steaming nearby. He had just finished pouring himself a cup of coffee and sat down.]

ALRIGHT! LET'S DIG-

[POOF!]

-in?

[Huh, since when has his kitchen been so... steamy? Not to mention wet.]

Ah....

{WHERE THE HECK AM I!?}

[Vash will be teleporting into all sort of strange places today. Feel free to catch him anywhere! But for some reason, he seems to be attracted mostly to bedrooms and bathrooms! Red text are his thought bubbles, not that he realizes he has those yet. All he wants to do is try to get home and try out his pancakes before someone else finds them and eats them! Although, these two effects may not be the only problem Vash has stopping him from getting home...]

[On the morning of the fourth, Vash awoke, but it was different from any other time he had ever woken up before. Instead of feeling hope and excitement for a new day, he could only feel anger and despair. The humans. They were everywhere. There weren’t any other Plants for them to suck the life away from, but they were still so wasteful.

He spent most of the day in his room at the apartment he shared with Meryl and Wolfwood. He could hear them moving around outside his door and he found himself growing more and more resentful of them as time went on. He was slowly forgetting why he use to enjoy hearing the sounds of their voices; why even he chose to live here with them. Finally after he listened and was sure he heard that they had left for the day he started packing. After everything was packed away he picked up his journal and flipped it open. His voice lacks any of the friendly and open manner it once held; now it just sounds angry and aggressive.]

Legato. I understand now. Follow the river to the western lake and meet me there. We’ll start the cleansing here that Knives started back home. He was right, you humans are a parasite, festering and infecting anything you can get your hands on. With you serving me, we will find a way to permanently destroy the humans here so they won’t be back in a week.

You pitiful humans enjoy the little time you have left.

[With that Vash leaves CH4 with the plan to never return except to destroy it.]

(OOC: Sorry guys - action reserved for the Trigun cast which will be found here! Mostly because mun will have trouble keeping Vash from killing anyone he runs into. Voice is of course wide open! Also, forward dated to the end of the event as there’s a good chance mun won’t be around to post this then!)

[It’s a quiet day in Vash’s room; a quiet that is broken by a thump as his journal falls to the floor beside his desk. Then the camera is suddenly blocked as death from above! a black cat jumps down on top of the journal and begins batting and ripping at the corners of the flapping pages. The cat suddenly stops it’s attack and freezes up when a door opens and the sounds of footfalls can be heard followed shortly by the sloshing of water.

How dare the funny man in the red coat pay more attention to those flowers than her! Kitty is off and the journal is left with a view of Vash’s wall as he suddenly yelps as the cat uses her claws to get his attention.]

Oh, hey there kitty, shouldn’t you be in Wolfwood’s room terrorizing him? [There’s a soft mew from the cat followed by the squeaking of bed springs.] Hmm, you really do need a name, we can’t just keep calling you ‘the cat’ forever and Wolfwood was pretty adamant about not naming you Nichole. [A chuckle here. Yes, he finds himself funny.]

Hm, but what would suit you? Sally? Naw, you don’t look like a Sally to me. Hm, maybe Bailey or Buttons? No, not Buttons… Bailey isn’t too bad, but I bet I could do better. Milo - nah, that’s more suited for a male cat. Zig-zag? No, that’s just silly. Oh! I know! How about Tesla! I’ve always liked that name. What do you think? Do you like Tesla? [There is a pleased purring sound from the cat, from the name or the petting she’s getting it’s hard to tell.]

I think it will do. [A contented chuckle.] Never thought I’d have a pet. It’s hard to take care of one when you’re moving all the time. It’s nice. I think I kind of like staying in one place. Don’t you, Tesla? A whole year, I think that might be a new record.

[It’s Vash’s one year anniversary today! He’s so proud of himself for managing to not knock over any buildings during that time! You may have to yell a bit loudly if you’d like to interrupt this “important” conversation as his journal is on the opposite side of the desk. If you just keep listening you might hear more!]