Vash "Cash Money" the Stampede (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bountyfull) wrote2023-04-07 12:15 pm
bountyfull) wrote2023-04-07 12:15 pm
IC INBOX - LABYRINTHUM
INBOX ✦ Text // Voice // Action
[ While he's texting someone else. ]
oiiiiy what the hell.
you didn't mention you had a twin? what other details are you keeping from me? is this an os*matsu-kun situation where there's six of you with the same face that i should know about?
oiiiiy what the hell.
you didn't mention you had a twin? what other details are you keeping from me? is this an os*matsu-kun situation where there's six of you with the same face that i should know about?
Market.
No.
[ Give him a second he's In The Middle of Shit ]
I'm ok.
Where are you?
No.
[ Give him a second he's In The Middle of Shit ]
I'm ok.
Where are you?
heeeey h goodie two shoes
ive been mneaning to ask you a questuon answer me goddammtib
[ just remember that you asked for this ryn ]
ive been mneaning to ask you a questuon answer me goddammtib
[ just remember that you asked for this ryn ]
goodie two shoes...? Really?
What's the question Gin-chan?
[ chipper! friendly! ]
What's the question Gin-chan?
[ chipper! friendly! ]
??? Out front.
Why?
[ He likes being outside ok? ]
Why?
[ He likes being outside ok? ]
[Less a misfire than a hastily written Weekly To Do List, which some normal and, erm....not so normal additions.]
- Workout/training: attempt a long-range stun grenade shot for non-lethal distance shots. Potentially rework AP shot?? Combine the two techniques together???
- Shop for new plates, mugs, curtains, a goddamn placement, and anything else those copycat fuckers with teeth turned into.
- Help Alice with homework after school.
- Inventory at the clinic.
- Water the garden/check if tomatoes, cucumbers, and peppers ready for use.
- Make sure Riot didn't dig a hole and take a FUCKING SHIT in the garden AGAIN.
- Change his food and water.
- Check up on the losers: princess squad, rat x2, that angry chick, etc.
- Workout/training: attempt a long-range stun grenade shot for non-lethal distance shots. Potentially rework AP shot?? Combine the two techniques together???
- Shop for new plates, mugs, curtains, a goddamn placement, and anything else those copycat fuckers with teeth turned into.
- Help Alice with homework after school.
- Inventory at the clinic.
- Water the garden/check if tomatoes, cucumbers, and peppers ready for use.
- Make sure Riot didn't dig a hole and take a FUCKING SHIT in the garden AGAIN.
- Change his food and water.
- Check up on the losers: princess squad, rat x2, that angry chick, etc.
Wow that's quite a list.
Pretty sure you didn't mean to send it to ME though.
"rat x2" ????
[ He has so many questions. ]
Pretty sure you didn't mean to send it to ME though.
"rat x2" ????
[ He has so many questions. ]
"a walk"??
He's huge...are you keeping up?
[ What's bothering you wolfwood? Of course he doesn't actually ask that. ]
He's huge...are you keeping up?
[ What's bothering you wolfwood? Of course he doesn't actually ask that. ]
( now before you go thinking anything with that blond head of yours, this is not an apology for having bitten you over a scrap involving a honey bun when he'd first arrived; it may not be on the day of, because let's be completely honest here, at this point he's still trying to get his bearings but when vash comes out of his bedroom one morning around their birthday he's going to find something for him. and him only.
there will be a small package from one of the shops in the market that sells pastries, and inside that package will be a familiar, round shape with a hole in the middle absolutely drenched in thick, sweet-smelling frosting. there will be another, smaller package wrapped in twine resting next to it, and inside that will be a singular, silver hoop earring. very much like this, except the gemstone has a bit of a shine to it.
next to these two little boxes is a neatly-handwritten note, short and sweet:
Happy birthday, Vash.
how did he manage to afford this? don't worry about it. )
there will be a small package from one of the shops in the market that sells pastries, and inside that package will be a familiar, round shape with a hole in the middle absolutely drenched in thick, sweet-smelling frosting. there will be another, smaller package wrapped in twine resting next to it, and inside that will be a singular, silver hoop earring. very much like this, except the gemstone has a bit of a shine to it.
next to these two little boxes is a neatly-handwritten note, short and sweet:
Happy birthday, Vash.
how did he manage to afford this? don't worry about it. )
( it's like. Midnight and Vash is getting random coordinates sent to him that correspond to some spot in the woods and nothing else.)
[ if you don't think he will actually go there... ]
???
???
( it had already taken him a good, long while to relent when it came to saying he didn't need to sleep in the first place; not too long after the honeybun ( and subsequent biting ) incident, he'd held on as long as he'd been physically able to keep from succumbing to something as human as sleep, but now … and we'll not be accepting any opinions from the peanut gallery —
he kind of likes it. likes the comfort and warmth of being wrapped up in something cozy, like he's being hugged from all directions as he drifts off into a dreamless sleep. dreamless, at least, until he'd played the faun's game and ended up with a little note that said nothing more than sweet dreams. he hadn't known what it would mean then, wouldn't know until the first time he closed his eyes after he'd reached into that satchel, and then.
he'd known what a nightmare was, in theory. he's read about them. experiencing them for himself is something that he'll come out of thinking that he would never wish on anyone; deaths, dozens and hundreds and thousands of them and they're all vash. every single one of them. some are quiet, some are almost merciful, but the ones that get him the most are when he's falling. falling, for so long from a sky that burns above him, and it never matters how many times he tries to get to him before he reaches the ground. he never does.
the first time he wakes drenched in a cold sweat, tears in his eyes and teeth chattering around the same syllable ( no, no, no, no! ) over and over and over again. he knows it's foolish, but in the darkness of their shared space he goes to check on his sleeping brother anyway, no worse for the wear and gently snoring. none the wiser, as it should be.
he goes back to bed.
the nightmares come back to him.
and it only takes another time or two for him to decide that, once again, sleep is not for him, and he'll play it off just as he had the first time, there's nothing wrong, except he'll add i'm sleeping just fine, thank you onto the end of every explanation of why there seem to be dark patches spreading beneath the blue of his eyes, and why his cheeks seem to be sinking in bit by bit.
are you eating?
yes.
are you sure?
positive.
and it goes on to the point that he has to stay active, has to stay moving because if he sits still for too long he's going to drift off, and he thinks that those dreams could come to him even in a doze. not a risk he's willing to take, even for his own sanity. )
he kind of likes it. likes the comfort and warmth of being wrapped up in something cozy, like he's being hugged from all directions as he drifts off into a dreamless sleep. dreamless, at least, until he'd played the faun's game and ended up with a little note that said nothing more than sweet dreams. he hadn't known what it would mean then, wouldn't know until the first time he closed his eyes after he'd reached into that satchel, and then.
he'd known what a nightmare was, in theory. he's read about them. experiencing them for himself is something that he'll come out of thinking that he would never wish on anyone; deaths, dozens and hundreds and thousands of them and they're all vash. every single one of them. some are quiet, some are almost merciful, but the ones that get him the most are when he's falling. falling, for so long from a sky that burns above him, and it never matters how many times he tries to get to him before he reaches the ground. he never does.
the first time he wakes drenched in a cold sweat, tears in his eyes and teeth chattering around the same syllable ( no, no, no, no! ) over and over and over again. he knows it's foolish, but in the darkness of their shared space he goes to check on his sleeping brother anyway, no worse for the wear and gently snoring. none the wiser, as it should be.
he goes back to bed.
the nightmares come back to him.
and it only takes another time or two for him to decide that, once again, sleep is not for him, and he'll play it off just as he had the first time, there's nothing wrong, except he'll add i'm sleeping just fine, thank you onto the end of every explanation of why there seem to be dark patches spreading beneath the blue of his eyes, and why his cheeks seem to be sinking in bit by bit.
are you eating?
yes.
are you sure?
positive.
and it goes on to the point that he has to stay active, has to stay moving because if he sits still for too long he's going to drift off, and he thinks that those dreams could come to him even in a doze. not a risk he's willing to take, even for his own sanity. )
[ Vash, if anything, is observant. He hadn't woken the night Nai visited him after his nightmares, but he certainly stirred if there was a second. He'd expected a conversation that never came, that night. As time goes on, as he watches his brother look more and more run down despite the concern he throws his way, it makes Vash antsy. It worries him. It's worse somehow, than when he'd first arrived and wouldn't eat or sleep. That had been obstinant refusal. This? Seems so much different, almost like there's an edge of fear around it, making it worse, wearing Nai down faster somehow.
So when it's well past nightfall and Vash can't find himself feeling okay with just falling asleep, he gets up and wanders out of his room towards the door that leads to his brother's. He pauses in front of it, listening carefully for a while before he determines he's not in there. It helps that, even from down the hallway he can see a shock of white-blonde hair peeking over the sofa in the living room. Vash's expression shifts from sleepy to pursed lipped. He knows now, firsthand, that Nai will deny anything. He's needled him for days, almost a week and he's gotten nowhere.
So this time, he chooses to attract flies with honey. No honeybun required. He approaches the sofa from behind, bare feet padding on the hardwood floor as he exhales a worried sigh. ]
Nai... [ It's whispered into blonde hair as his hands slip from his brother's shoulders and down over his chest, the blanket wrapped around his shoulders draping over the edge of the couch to half obscure Nai as well. ]
Come with me?
So when it's well past nightfall and Vash can't find himself feeling okay with just falling asleep, he gets up and wanders out of his room towards the door that leads to his brother's. He pauses in front of it, listening carefully for a while before he determines he's not in there. It helps that, even from down the hallway he can see a shock of white-blonde hair peeking over the sofa in the living room. Vash's expression shifts from sleepy to pursed lipped. He knows now, firsthand, that Nai will deny anything. He's needled him for days, almost a week and he's gotten nowhere.
So this time, he chooses to attract flies with honey. No honeybun required. He approaches the sofa from behind, bare feet padding on the hardwood floor as he exhales a worried sigh. ]
Nai... [ It's whispered into blonde hair as his hands slip from his brother's shoulders and down over his chest, the blanket wrapped around his shoulders draping over the edge of the couch to half obscure Nai as well. ]
Come with me?
( of course he was never going to look the proverbial gift-thoma in the mouth when it came to acquiring certain things that they didn't really need, but it goes a little bit without saying that he's impressed with what vash had managed to find for them once they were able to move into a larger space.
( he was right; there was no way they would have had room for a piano in the mushroom house, and as giddy as he had been to get his fingers back on the keys and have vash beside him to pick up where they'd left off as children, the patience that he sometimes doesn't have has paid off in the interim. )
it doesn't look like what they had had when they were younger, but all the same, there's a certain level of beauty to it; it's really like nothing he's ever seen before, the grain of the wood looking warm to the touch even though it isn't when he lays a hand over its surface. the keys are worn, but not yellowed, and he thinks that might mean that wherever this piece had come from, whomever had owned it for so long must have loved it.
he likes the thought of that, for some reason.
nai had been the one to make sure they had a bench long enough for both of them to sit on, and once he's gotten vash sat smack dab in the middle he bends to loom over him almost as he had done when the nightmares had kept him up for days, chin resting amid unruly golden tufts as he peers down at the keys, and where his brother is about to lay his hands. )
All right. ( he practically purrs. ) Let's see what you remember.
( he was right; there was no way they would have had room for a piano in the mushroom house, and as giddy as he had been to get his fingers back on the keys and have vash beside him to pick up where they'd left off as children, the patience that he sometimes doesn't have has paid off in the interim. )
it doesn't look like what they had had when they were younger, but all the same, there's a certain level of beauty to it; it's really like nothing he's ever seen before, the grain of the wood looking warm to the touch even though it isn't when he lays a hand over its surface. the keys are worn, but not yellowed, and he thinks that might mean that wherever this piece had come from, whomever had owned it for so long must have loved it.
he likes the thought of that, for some reason.
nai had been the one to make sure they had a bench long enough for both of them to sit on, and once he's gotten vash sat smack dab in the middle he bends to loom over him almost as he had done when the nightmares had kept him up for days, chin resting amid unruly golden tufts as he peers down at the keys, and where his brother is about to lay his hands. )
All right. ( he practically purrs. ) Let's see what you remember.
[ He'd been very purposeful when he picked the piano they currently have in their home. Things that are old and cared for are often better than newer, cheaper, mass produced models, even in a place like this. Vash likely had to do a lot of convincing to get it, so when his brother basically fawns over it, he's more than a little pleased with himself.
He does, however, wonder what the point of such a long bench was when he's the only one sitting on it. He's not suspicious or anything — there's nothing to be suspicious of, really. But he does feel the muscles in his back flex and the hairs on the back of his neck rise thanks to the curl of Knives voice finding its way into his ears. It makes his fingers slide against the whites of the keys a little, even as he settles his mismatched digits on them.
He does, at least, place them correctly. That much he remembers, even when playing in tandem. It's muscle memory, something that even though he might have to struggle to remember to read the music, he will probably never forget. ]
Nai... [ It's a little bit of fussing, because he's almost certain his brother is being like this on purpose. ]
He does, however, wonder what the point of such a long bench was when he's the only one sitting on it. He's not suspicious or anything — there's nothing to be suspicious of, really. But he does feel the muscles in his back flex and the hairs on the back of his neck rise thanks to the curl of Knives voice finding its way into his ears. It makes his fingers slide against the whites of the keys a little, even as he settles his mismatched digits on them.
He does, at least, place them correctly. That much he remembers, even when playing in tandem. It's muscle memory, something that even though he might have to struggle to remember to read the music, he will probably never forget. ]
Nai... [ It's a little bit of fussing, because he's almost certain his brother is being like this on purpose. ]
[ when vash returns to his room that afternoon, there's a long cat on his windowsill, napping in the one spot of sunlight still left. he may have even seen the cat around the last few weeks-- trotting around outside the castle, napping in hard to reach spots, and generally Being Aloof.
still, this is the spot he's chosen today, and it looks like he's no respecter of one's personal property, because if vash left an item of clothing like a tshirt or whatever anywhere in the room, it's been dragged up onto the windowsill to become a cat bed.
good luck getting the cat hair off. ]
still, this is the spot he's chosen today, and it looks like he's no respecter of one's personal property, because if vash left an item of clothing like a tshirt or whatever anywhere in the room, it's been dragged up onto the windowsill to become a cat bed.
good luck getting the cat hair off. ]
[ At least it's a black cat on a black shirt so it's not as obnoxious as it could be? As it is, Vash is staring at the cat in the windowsill sunbeam, looking a little perplexed about how to get his shirt back. He's certainly seen the cat around before... ]
Hey little guy, hate to ask but I think I need that back, if you don't mind. [ He pauses. ] Bet we could find something more comfortable for you instead though.
Hey little guy, hate to ask but I think I need that back, if you don't mind. [ He pauses. ] Bet we could find something more comfortable for you instead though.
( close to the middle of the month, vash will return to his room and find a very small box resting on his pillow; inside is a length of leather cord and a ring looking very similar to the sun seen here, along with a handwritten note folded and tucked inside the box's lid.
I went mourning without the sun.
I hope I never have to again.
what vash doesn't know is that there is a missing half that nai has kept for himself, a moon to complete the set, and never you mind that he's writing this note with a biblical quote. merry christmas, brother. )
I went mourning without the sun.
I hope I never have to again.
what vash doesn't know is that there is a missing half that nai has kept for himself, a moon to complete the set, and never you mind that he's writing this note with a biblical quote. merry christmas, brother. )
Edited (don't look at me editing shit that font is tiny and i'm sorry) 2023-12-12 19:43 (UTC)
Vash.
I need your help.
( it's a desperate cry for help, really, considering he's asking at all. )
You're much more well-acquainted with Cain than I am.
What sort of things does he like?
( is he currently wandering around the markets trying to think of something himself because cain gave him a potted plant and he can't not give him something in return?
yes.
shut up. )
I need your help.
( it's a desperate cry for help, really, considering he's asking at all. )
You're much more well-acquainted with Cain than I am.
What sort of things does he like?
( is he currently wandering around the markets trying to think of something himself because cain gave him a potted plant and he can't not give him something in return?
yes.
shut up. )
Cain...?
You want to give Cain a gift?
[ He doesn't mean this to sound the way that it probably does, but well. He is kind of surprised. He does, however actually sit back and think about it. ]
He likes to garden, and he's a vegetarian.
I think he must like to read, but I'm more unsure about that.
[ he pauses in his messages, thinking. ]
We could set up a plot outside the castle for him to grow things.
You want to give Cain a gift?
[ He doesn't mean this to sound the way that it probably does, but well. He is kind of surprised. He does, however actually sit back and think about it. ]
He likes to garden, and he's a vegetarian.
I think he must like to read, but I'm more unsure about that.
[ he pauses in his messages, thinking. ]
We could set up a plot outside the castle for him to grow things.
Edited 2023-12-19 03:57 (UTC)
[ One morning, as your character steps out of their home, they are greeted by an owl messenger, bearing a letter. The letter tells them that they have been selected to participate in a gift exchange, and they are to deliver a gift to Essek Thelyss by the end of the month. The letter says nothing more, and once the letter is read, the owl will fly away. ]
[And here Katsuki thought Todoroki was the hardest motherfucker to gift, but no. At least the half and half bastard has some likes that Katsuki can go off of - Vash is a total enigma and the poor Hero spends almost the entire goddamn day just trying to puzzle what to shove in a box or bag that might make this jackass not toss it in a closet somewhere.
In the end, he opts to just go with the easiest thing that most people love to receive: food.
On the evening of Christmas day (yes, it took that long, fuck you), the mail mic will deliver several wrapped gifts and bags to Vash's residence. How they carried some of this shit is a mystery, but whatever. We're not asking those questions. Anyway, the largest present is a fairly large, colorful tin of gourmet popcorn in four flavors - caramel, white cheddar, regular buttered, and white and milk chocolate drizzle. There's also a full orange cranberry bundt cake, peppermint bark, and some festive cake pops decorated to look like little snowmen.
Katsuki also included a festive sweater that perfectly encompasses his mood while trying to think up this shit, and finally the one nice thing way the fuck at the bottom of the boxes/bags...a painted glass ornament that is wrapped dutifully and Vash better not break before the next holiday. 8| So help him god.
Out of everyone else, Vash is the only one to get a card, which is simple in design and just has the usual "Merry Christmas" on one side with a lighted tree and Santa's sleigh and stuff. But written on the back in smudged, red ink...blotted and looking almost like a crime scene, reads:
NEVER AGAIN.
- 💣]
In the end, he opts to just go with the easiest thing that most people love to receive: food.
On the evening of Christmas day (yes, it took that long, fuck you), the mail mic will deliver several wrapped gifts and bags to Vash's residence. How they carried some of this shit is a mystery, but whatever. We're not asking those questions. Anyway, the largest present is a fairly large, colorful tin of gourmet popcorn in four flavors - caramel, white cheddar, regular buttered, and white and milk chocolate drizzle. There's also a full orange cranberry bundt cake, peppermint bark, and some festive cake pops decorated to look like little snowmen.
Katsuki also included a festive sweater that perfectly encompasses his mood while trying to think up this shit, and finally the one nice thing way the fuck at the bottom of the boxes/bags...a painted glass ornament that is wrapped dutifully and Vash better not break before the next holiday. 8| So help him god.
Out of everyone else, Vash is the only one to get a card, which is simple in design and just has the usual "Merry Christmas" on one side with a lighted tree and Santa's sleigh and stuff. But written on the back in smudged, red ink...blotted and looking almost like a crime scene, reads:
NEVER AGAIN.
- 💣]
[ dolph has been getting used to the castle. space doesn't bother him, but being around these many people makes him twitchy so he's been making himself busy by working in the kitchen or chopping firewood. generally, he's not too far from livio,
he does pause to do maintenance on his arm though. extreme weather takes its toll as he seems to running an oil cloth over it with a grimace. ]
What a pain.
he does pause to do maintenance on his arm though. extreme weather takes its toll as he seems to running an oil cloth over it with a grimace. ]
What a pain.
[ All the extra guests is a bit much, but really, whatever helps keep people warm. Vash won't complain. He's got his own space he can retreat to when it's too much. Generally speaking though, he's okay with people. He likes listening, watching.
Which is what he's doing from his little corner while Dolph is going through the motions of trying to clean(?) his arm. He considers offering to help but hesitates, instead walking closer under the guise of getting something to drink. Water probably. That's never not going to be novel and great. To just have water whenever. ]
Everything alright?
[ Casual. ]
Which is what he's doing from his little corner while Dolph is going through the motions of trying to clean(?) his arm. He considers offering to help but hesitates, instead walking closer under the guise of getting something to drink. Water probably. That's never not going to be novel and great. To just have water whenever. ]
Everything alright?
[ Casual. ]
( he's gotten an idea, and it may or may not have something to do with a certain holiday he's heard others talking about recently, hustling and bustling about gathering gifts and things for the people they hold most dear, and when it all comes down to it, who is the one person that always comes to mind first when it comes to those he cares about?
it's always, always going to be vash, and if there's a chance that he can do something that conveys just a little bit of how he cares about him in a physical senseoutside of what they already know along that vein, eheh he's going to do it.
he's got all the ingredients he needs, to his knowledge, and when vash next comes into the kitchen he turns and makes an inquisitive noise in his general direction. just to get his attention. )
Hey. Would you like to help me make something?
it's always, always going to be vash, and if there's a chance that he can do something that conveys just a little bit of how he cares about him in a physical sense
he's got all the ingredients he needs, to his knowledge, and when vash next comes into the kitchen he turns and makes an inquisitive noise in his general direction. just to get his attention. )
Hey. Would you like to help me make something?
[ Vash is halfway into a cabinet looking for something or other, so when he hears his brother make a noise in his direction his reaction is to poke back up from behind the cabinet door kind of like a meerkat who's just heard something to pay attention to. He's even got a pack of something in his mouth, plastic and all.
There's a moment where he stares a little, blue eyes wide and barely blinking until he opens his mouth to drop the packaged food into his flesh hand. ]
Make something? What are you making??
[ He peeks a little at the counter in front of his brother, like he's trying to sus out what Nai is up to. He recognizes the ingredients, but he's never been much of a cook despite being someone who is more than happy to shove something (anything) sweet into his mouth. The cabinet he was behind gets shut as he wanders over and peeks over his brother's shoulder at what he's doing.
Definitely sweets but...? ]
There's a moment where he stares a little, blue eyes wide and barely blinking until he opens his mouth to drop the packaged food into his flesh hand. ]
Make something? What are you making??
[ He peeks a little at the counter in front of his brother, like he's trying to sus out what Nai is up to. He recognizes the ingredients, but he's never been much of a cook despite being someone who is more than happy to shove something (anything) sweet into his mouth. The cabinet he was behind gets shut as he wanders over and peeks over his brother's shoulder at what he's doing.
Definitely sweets but...? ]
[Nostalgia and longing for comforts of home have never suited him. It's easy to bury under long sessions on Sleepr or investigations around town, but-
Far be it from Akechi Goro to not invite his bizarre roommates with him to one such outing to it. A strange compulsion to give into a sliver of nostalgic, sentimental shit - the moon pissing him off enough to fuel memories of Tokyo. It doesn't matter both worlds have puppet masters making them writhe and dance in tangled string - only one has his ultimate goal and-
He misses it.
And it's a part to play. An image to maintain. Be kind, thoughtful and invite others. It's suspicious to do otherwise.
With a smile - relaxed and content, he slides into the piping hot water.]
I'm shocked this town has a place like this and such a well maintained one at that. It's fortunate the whole building wasn't completely destroyed by those vines or warped animals.
Far be it from Akechi Goro to not invite his bizarre roommates with him to one such outing to it. A strange compulsion to give into a sliver of nostalgic, sentimental shit - the moon pissing him off enough to fuel memories of Tokyo. It doesn't matter both worlds have puppet masters making them writhe and dance in tangled string - only one has his ultimate goal and-
He misses it.
And it's a part to play. An image to maintain. Be kind, thoughtful and invite others. It's suspicious to do otherwise.
With a smile - relaxed and content, he slides into the piping hot water.]
I'm shocked this town has a place like this and such a well maintained one at that. It's fortunate the whole building wasn't completely destroyed by those vines or warped animals.
[ How he was convinced to do this with the two stray (mostly) adult men he's adopted is anyone's guess. He's never been one to go to public baths on purpose, but here he is. Unlike Akechi, Vash has padded over to a bench near the large bath, and is currently tinkering with his prosthetic, pressing several points with his flesh and bone hand to release the device from its attachment with a wince. ]
Mm... It's funny how this place works sometimes. With magic and everything else, things can wind up back to normal sooner than you would think.
[ He sits there, still donning clothes at this point like some kind of unhinged weirdo. At least he's not wearing shoes. The prosthetic is set on the bench, wrapped in one of the spare towels he's brought with himself as he falls quiet again. ]
I would have been more worried the water was strange. Like the lava in the lake.
[ But no, no bath house lava. Vash laughs a little as he stands, minus one appendage. ]
Mm... It's funny how this place works sometimes. With magic and everything else, things can wind up back to normal sooner than you would think.
[ He sits there, still donning clothes at this point like some kind of unhinged weirdo. At least he's not wearing shoes. The prosthetic is set on the bench, wrapped in one of the spare towels he's brought with himself as he falls quiet again. ]
I would have been more worried the water was strange. Like the lava in the lake.
[ But no, no bath house lava. Vash laughs a little as he stands, minus one appendage. ]
Edited 2024-05-15 01:53 (UTC)
god he's so hot. this is caitlin speaking. loudly. he's so fUCKING HOT
placation
- 2024-05-15 04:10 (UTC) - Expand[ he COULD choose not to answer this.
and yet. ]
Sorry, is the light bothering you?
and yet. ]
Sorry, is the light bothering you?
[ Hot on the heels of this disaster, during breakfast hours, Vash will receive an unsolicited text from Maruki. ]
Akechi-kun wants to be sure you know that you're allowed to engage in intimate relations within your room of the castle.
Have a great day!
Akechi-kun wants to be sure you know that you're allowed to engage in intimate relations within your room of the castle.
Have a great day!
[ read 7:45 am
And layer, after avoiding both of them: ]
no thank you!
And layer, after avoiding both of them: ]
no thank you!
[ Nooooo Thank You. ]
Are you breaking up with me?
Are you breaking up with me?
[ In addition to the dinner (a veritable feast of stir-fried vegetables of all kinds, tomato egg, beef and chicken skewers, more rice than anyone will know what to do with and a not insignificant amount of beer – all of it made in quantities great enough to feed the castle inhabitants, any guests Vash invites, and then some) and dessert (donuts, homemade – they're a little misshapen and some are slightly overcooked because Maruki's infinitely more of a cook than he is a baker, but they're tasty and made with love!) Vash will also receive a vintage book of constellations and their associated mythology and folklore, to supplement his stargazing. Maruki found it in the library during his week of forced rest and traded an untold number of shards to buy it from them outright, certain as he was of its proper home.
Inside the book is a simple, plain notecard:
Happy Birthday, Vash!
You've made this place a home to me.
To many more years of your happiness, in this reality or in any other.
Maruki ]
Inside the book is a simple, plain notecard:
Happy Birthday, Vash!
You've made this place a home to me.
To many more years of your happiness, in this reality or in any other.
Maruki ]
[Happy Birthday!! For both of their sakes, Akechi makes his own quiet contribution to the sentimental affair with a small bag left outside of Vash's door. Inside is a red journal, a nice pen and a note on the first blank page.
Happy Birthday.
You can use this for whatever you want, of course.
But perhaps your brother, or others, would like to read an account of your life someday - what's happened in this reality and prior. Journaling is often a healing, cathartic practice and he would get to know what you experienced in a format he enjoys.
Your life is valuable and worth transcribing.
Akechi.]
Happy Birthday.
You can use this for whatever you want, of course.
But perhaps your brother, or others, would like to read an account of your life someday - what's happened in this reality and prior. Journaling is often a healing, cathartic practice and he would get to know what you experienced in a format he enjoys.
Your life is valuable and worth transcribing.
Akechi.]
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