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Jul. 7th, 2011 08:16 am[Vash felt himself starting to wake up. Only it was a strange sort of feeling. He wasn’t cold and he was comfortable. It was something he hadn’t felt in the past couple weeks and for the past few days any changes that happened between bouts of sleep wasn’t a good thing.
As he dragged his tired and worn senses out of rest he then remembered that Meryl had been with him. With an arm he reaches out, touching the shoulder next to him, still too tired to make a coherent sound just yet.]
-A few hours later.-
[Now fully awake Vash opens his journal, holding his head, sounding tired, and dizzy.]
[Filtered from Legato and Yuber // 100% Unhackable]
Hey, I’m back. [Is the wind suddenly picking up?] I should be home soon. [Yeah, the wind is picking up.] Hope I didn’t - WHAAAAAAA! [In mid sentence Vash is sent spinning off like the Tasmanian devil, dropping the journal too the ground. Opps. Hope that house was empty. Because the Humanoid Typhoon has just taken out the living room.]
Ow…
(OOC: Vash has been turned into a literal walking typhoon! Feel free to talk to him over the journal or run into him anywhere around town/forest as he attempts to get home. He can go wherever the wind takes him! Trying to keep this lighthearted so no major injuries if you wish to get caught in a whirlwind with him. Also, if you want something broken just let me know in subject line or hint to it in brackets! Otherwise I won’t have Vash break anything without permission!)
As he dragged his tired and worn senses out of rest he then remembered that Meryl had been with him. With an arm he reaches out, touching the shoulder next to him, still too tired to make a coherent sound just yet.]
-A few hours later.-
[Now fully awake Vash opens his journal, holding his head, sounding tired, and dizzy.]
[Filtered from Legato and Yuber // 100% Unhackable]
Hey, I’m back. [Is the wind suddenly picking up?] I should be home soon. [Yeah, the wind is picking up.] Hope I didn’t - WHAAAAAAA! [In mid sentence Vash is sent spinning off like the Tasmanian devil, dropping the journal too the ground. Opps. Hope that house was empty. Because the Humanoid Typhoon has just taken out the living room.]
Ow…
(OOC: Vash has been turned into a literal walking typhoon! Feel free to talk to him over the journal or run into him anywhere around town/forest as he attempts to get home. He can go wherever the wind takes him! Trying to keep this lighthearted so no major injuries if you wish to get caught in a whirlwind with him. Also, if you want something broken just let me know in subject line or hint to it in brackets! Otherwise I won’t have Vash break anything without permission!)
