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1st Confession [Voice]

[Waking up dazed and confused in a desert with wings on your back... after thinking you're dead... never really helps a situation. Last he checked he was inking out his last bit of life on a church floor. And now he's in a shitty pile of sand with black wings on his shoulders. He was either alive and tripping back home in Gunsmoke, or he was on the road to a less than impressive Hell. But... that's a forest in the distance? He must've been seeing things. Worth a shot, at least?

So he staggers for an hour like a confused drunk and finally makes it to this green, wondrous land, were he just... collapses near the closest stream and drinks until his poor lungs feel a little better. Of course, after taking a short nap under a tree, he wakes up to a fat drop of rain smacking him in the forehead.]

Wha...?

[Is that... rain? Really? That's... sort of a miracle. Lots of miracles lately, eh? The journal falls open and voices trickle out of it. So after staring at it for a few minutes, he... speaks at it. After all, looking crazy is better than sitting out in a rainstorm--

He can't believe he's actually in rain. Real rain, none of that feigned sprinkler crap. And the desert's so goddamn tiny...]

Hello...?

Why in God's name am I talking to a book...

Can anyone tell me where the heck this place is? I'd also be really grateful if anyone could point me to the nearest food stand... Mainly if it has a nice, sturdy roof and something either warm or alcoholic to drink...

[A thoughtful pause. His back did feel too light...]

...And, uh... if you've seen a giant cross sitting around, let me know, huh?

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How they heck did they manage to catch your spazzy ass?

[He knew it really wasn't a matter of 'catching', but still--Vash the Stampede seemed capable of evading in every sense of the word.]

[Oh man, he almost lets the whole water works go at the nickname. He never thought he'd be called that again.]

Ah, ...I don't know. Shut my eyes one moment on Gunsmoke, next thing I knew I was here.

[Wait, what was he saying?] Are you alright? Where are you?

Yeah, yeah, I'm all right.

[In rain. Vash, there is, like, rain here. Is he just hallucinating pre-death or something?]

I'm in a forest. I admit, I didn't think I'd see one like this in my lifetime.

[Oh, and yeah--thinking before speaking is probably smart. Tender subject and whatnot.]

Edited 2010-08-28 23:22 (UTC)

[Except, he misses the touchy subject for something slightly more pressing.] The forest you say?

Uh, if you happen to see a giant wolf? Don't panic, but... uh - run. Or climb a tree. That works great too.

... I beg your pardon?

[A giant wolf in the forest you say?]

Y-yeah, she hates the smell of gunpowder.

[Moving on like they didn't just talk about a giant wolf that may try to eat you.] Are you near a river? I could come find you.

Uh, yeah, I am.

...

Gunpowder, huh?

Yup! Gunpowder!

Don't suppose you see a lake nearby too? [Trying to narrow down where you are.]

I don't see any lake--just a stream.

[I'm more alarmed at this wolf thing, Vash. It better not try and eat me.]

I woke up in the desert [cruel irony never fails him] and walked a few minutes into the forest.

Oh! I think I know where you are!

Oh man... that's going to take all day to get back. Maybe I should bring an umbrella.

[He's about to say something but it ends up a loud sneeze.]

Those jerks could have at least dropped me off closer to a more lively place.

Should I just start walking and hope for the best?

Yeah, walk against the flow and hopefully we'll run into each other. And I'll grab some things on my way.

But it could be worse! I got dropped in a pile of snow. [Yes, snow.]

Snow?

...

This place really is something.

[Someone would really like to know what snow is like now--]

Anyway, I'll start moving. See you in a while.

[Except you'll either find him in Ginko's company around the stream or at the temporary shelter. What a friendly place, this Luceti. :|b]

[Very friendly~... sometimes. We'll figure something out with the whole 'meeting' bit. But for now ~~as I'm too brain dead for actual thought~~ - a bit later Vash will speak up in the book again.] Oh hey! I think I found some of your clothes at the clothing store!

...Well, at least they're thorough.

Any gigantic cross-shaped things at the... wherever you'd find it?

No, but that'd more likely to be at the smithy. I can check before I head out. [Oh god, he hopes it's there. He'd hate to tell you he lost it when he came here.]

Edited 2010-08-29 01:13 (UTC)

Hey, as long as it's there. I doubt anyone'll want to take a 250 pound cross around here. I think.

I'll check on my way out. [Not going to say anything about bringing it with him. It's heavy.]

[That's a good thing. If Wolfwood saw you trying to lug back the damn thing to him, he'd probably smack you upside the head with with.

It'd rust in the rain, anyway.]

[CHEERY VOICE ALERT:]

Watch out for wolves!

[Because he's clearly not a fan of anything that can bite faces off.]

Don't worry! I'm pretty good at avoiding Moro! [IT HAS A NAME!]

It has a name?

She has a name. Oh, and she's a God! Or, well, something like that.

...

She's a God.

Really.

[This is really a lot to take in, even moreso than the dorky wings.]

How big is she?

Edited 2010-08-29 04:56 (UTC)

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