OoC: Hurr. I think I'm a bit confused here. xD Not sure if the people are dead or just unconscious.. Per'aps I'll just a-ssume half and half, since my last posteh depends on that there are still at least some women and children left alive, with the men just unconscious, but yours depends on their deaths. x3
Ooh. Hate it when that happens. That once when I'd lost the same posteh three times in one day had me in such a bad mood..
Fffffff. I fail. At least, in my eyes I do. xD Mebbe we're just in the midst of one of those things where everyone thinks their work fails the most.
... I think my pants have been holding out on me. O: Last week I found ten dollars in one of my pockets, then today, in another pair, I found thirty more.
Hurm. I'sa posteh lator or something. x3 *lazy*
Oh, oh! I've just had an idea that was going to have to wait, but could very easily be put here because of the Plant - and actually makes more sense. 8D

OoC: Naghagh at losing my posteh. x3 But was faily anyway.. The editties help, I s'pose. *tries again*
I had another weirdy Trigun-y dream. O: Though, this time it just involved Vash as the main person, and I could have sworn I'd had another, almost identical dream before but without Vash in it. I think he was in liek, the hospital sector of a secret base or something, and wasn't supposed to be leaving yet, but he did anyway. And then there were alll sorts of crazy mission-things, with weirdy enemy monsters and other planets, one of which looked like a melon or something with fire and black electricity p*censored*ing over its surface.

 "I'd suspected as much..." Vash replied, his voice low and even, like a river too clogged to run right - clogged with both his own grief at hearing this, as well as with the intense emotion coming unrestrained from the livid Plant. "If they're dead, there's a good chance we'll end up with more dead people somewhere else, if this killer really feels like putting on a ma-ssacre." Then, a grimacing realisation. They were probably blaming him for this. It wouldn't have surprised him if the radio lines were already buzzing with his name, spreading rumour of his merciless ma-ssacre.

"Well. The only thing we really can do now is to find out what happened. If we find whomever caused this, maybe we can stop them before they do any more.." At this point, he paused, then continued even more quietly than before. "It's a Plant doing that. She's hurting - not really hurt, but she must have kept that town alive for decades. Possibly all the way since we crashed here. Most people don't understand us very well, which is why Knives is convinced they don't care, but seeing all of them dead after caring for them so long would be like losing dozens of dear friends, all at once."

(Hmm. I s'pose I could make it a bit longer, but I think I'll just leave this as a Vashposteh, and probably continue with the rest of mah characters when we actually get in the town. o;)

OoC: Neh, I haven't been able to come on here in a while xD Work experiance this week, coursework to do over the weekend, then no computer next week. Yargh, it's times like this I wish that I could connect to the internetz through my brain omo; Anyways, I'm going to read through the postehs and try post x3

Ohs, Yoshilisk, yer siggy is epic win xDDD

OoC: Naghagh. Sorry for the inactivity, yet again. >: School's being ebol.
I'se try to posteh soon.
Also, I think I found a way to get closer to that old, perfect font size - the one that wasn't too small, like the one I've been using, or too big, like v2's default size. :D *tests it*
... Neh, that failed. :< Ten is my current size, and eleven looks just like the default size.
Harr. inorite, Nias? xD

OoC: Dood. I had the most hilarious idea last night, thanks to another roleplay in which someone had a freakin' awesome knife that had a feather-shaped handle. I started thinking of perhaps the blade itself being feathery, and then.. xDD It went from being epic to faldjfaljlarious. [link] Captain Millions Feathersword, methinks. Wouldn't it be perfect?
Harrr, I love the way I think at three in the morning.
Ohyahs, and my sister bought some Cocoa Pebbles. 8DD I get to be all ridiculously hyper on you guys againnnn~
Homg, short posteh. D8 But I can't think of anything else without going over to another character, which I wanna save for later.

Vash's response was immediate. "Yes," he replied in a murmur, nodding once. He hadn't heard such a thing in quite a long time, and he'd rather not let it go on. "I'm sure there must be something we can do. If not.. I'm not sure I want to think what could happen to her."

OoC: xD Is it even worse than the girl repeatedly making 8o faces? Mebbe I should go back to that one some time.. After the hilarity of this one wears off. It seems a lot of people find it hilarious. |D
Harr, you make me wanna drawr it too. x3 'S even better than a goatee or ridiculous-looking beard.
Y'know, the stairs at my school are freakin' ebol. x33 Normally they're just annoying, ('Specially since Vash is so fat and all.. *pokes at her rather heavy bag* Lard, I'm sad - I talk to my backpack. xD) but yesterday they nearly pwn'd me to death twice, going both up and down.
Nehh, still short-ish. 8C

Vash frowned in thought. It was somewhat surprising that the suns were only setting just now - it had certainly seemed like more than a few hours since the Tardis had first landed on the sands here. But perhaps it was simply how things seemed to have turned so.. insane, within the past few days. Every ounce of time had become filled with some excitement, some dramatic event, so that even one who was normally outside of time felt swept away by it.

"Well. I'd say that's more of your choice," he said, staring blankly ahead. A wave of a hand in front of his face clarified why, before he looked down toward Ces. "The biggest problem would probably be sandworms, if there are any around here - they usually like to come out more at night. But then.. she's probably scared everything within several iles into hiding."

OoC: Roar. Hoka I'll be posting nao x3

but before I do. I just want to say a few short thing omo. Fistly I was attacked by a ravenous art file on the bus, second I've become ravenous and changed me profile sawngs (againxDDDD) and lastly... I might be getting this~

BiC: Shade trudged along after the Doctor, clutching her waist. Now she was regretting eating so much. Then again it tasted so good. Shade started drooling, daydreaming about food. She stopped when a low rumbling of dissagrement began to sound in her ears. After glaring at her feet for a minute or two, Shade looked up. The town where the screaming had come from  wasn't too far away now. The Doctor was far ahead of her by now. "Bleh." Shade mumbled before hurrying to catch up with him.

The Doctor was glaring at the town, while pushing chips into his mouth. Seeing as he was pretty close to the town, The Doctor slowed his pace, allowing Shade to catch up. "Chip?" He asked her,handing over a rectangular shaped ob
ject whcih looked like it was coated in salt and smelt strongly of vinegar. The Doctor withdrew his hand and ate the chip, after careful examination of Shade's rather disgusted look. "Hmm, seems it's just over this hill and we'll be able to see what's been going on here."

...

The Four Fera, along with the mentaly challenged angel creature, had by now reached the town. All five stood still taking in the extent of what had happened here.

"Well this looks like it could be fun." Muttered the red head, a slow grin creeping accross her face at the thought of a challenging opponent.

"Mischief was here, gone now." Said the Angel creature. her eyes widened and her pupils narrowed. Using the shorter female fera as support, she stretched out her arm, just mamaging to hold it up in front of her. Slowly she unfolded her fingers, that in turn created a small white ball whichc seemed to be glowing. Mist slowly spread form this ball, twisting and then creeping out scratching the air with it's long fingers. This strange mist slowly formed the shape of a rahter large scythe. The angel creature then spun it around, throwing off any remaining mist, and stabbed the rounded end into the dusty, bloodstained, ground. She let go of the Fera, using her scythe to hold her up. "Mischief went that-a-way." She murmered, pointing twoards a narrow path between two houses.

The red head grinned and immediately took off. The male sighed, silently moving behind her. (harhar, still moar to add, just need to get dressed then i'll finish this >:3)

OoC: O: That's pretty epic. I've only ever seen jackets like that with lacy kitty ears - never bunny ears.
xDD Osmosity?
Hrmm. After a quick look around the Internetz, it seems not many of the one I saw are for sale. o3o There are several other UNSC and Halo bags though.
Also, homg, I'se getting all sorts of Creatu goals accomplished lately. 8D Last night I finally hatched a blonde Vogar, when I'd just been trying to get an unnamed female for someone. So Knives gets to be blonde now - and actually male. xD And just now I found Atria again, actually for sale this time~
And I still can't think of much. It's aggravating. x3 I have all this stoof in mind for when we get into town, but hardly anything for right now.

"So we should be able to make it without much problem," the Plant said with a nod. He certainly hoped he'd been right in his guess that the creatures would be somewhere deep underground, vibration-sensitive as they were. The shrill would have met them like a driving needle, upon coming to the surface. Hopefully that would be enough to keep them away; he didn't want Ces having to fight them off, even with her various forms.