OoC: *feels bettar nao*
xD I notice that sometimes, when my Internets are being faily. He's just all, 'GRRRWWWAAAAHHHHH...'
Nehh. If I did cause aggravation because of my own feelings I'd regret it afterward. x3 And yus. I'm always trying to do that. xD Especially when I've got a strong influence on the plot. *pokes at the Plant* I do wonder what in the world Ham and her frands are going to do, though.
Hmm. I decided to look up what a Chippy is. They remind me of Fritos. xD Wonder if they taste the same..

Several minutes later, yo. ;O

It was the feel of his toe hitting something that made Vash stop, just outside the town's main gate. He knelt to feel what it was, and almost immediately gained a grimace; his fingers found a hand, small in comparison to his own and wearing a single ring. He discovered, upon lifting it, that it was far lighter than it should have been. Severed. He instantly dropped it and stood again, his stomach roiling.

"Ces..." The Plant's voice came forcedly loudly because of his sister's screech, which had grown ever louder as they approached. By now it seemed deafening, even moreso than gunfire, and sounded just as deadly. "What happened here?" He continued forward a few steps, then stopped, hesitant to go any farther. He was almost afraid even to find out what it was that he didn't see. The bliss of blindness made it all too tempting to accept not knowing.

OoC: Hmm. Methinks I'll leave it at that and (re-)introduce other characters one at a time. xD That should be fun.

OoC: Nehh. I guess I'm not as good with moving on. x3 I'd get hung up over it and have problems staying in character and essentially get us nowhere.
Oh! I get it now. xD Like French fries, yus? Took me ridiculously long to figure that out. I mean, what the heck other greasy yellow things would McDonald's serve? x3 *fails*
Also. 8D Our schools usually have a yearly field trip thing, and this year it included Wales. I heard that and my head like, snapped up from a quiz I was doing. xD I think I may just have to go this year.

At Ces' response, Vash a-ssumed he didn't want to. Perhaps it would be better not to know, so that at least he could try to calm the Plant without being caught up by what he didn't see. And judging from the Haran's pained voice, she was anything but pleased with the piercing sound that felt like it would send his ears bleeding - or possibly worse, cause that odd blackness to come again, rather than blood. He sighed and shook his head, moving on again.

Gladly for him, the town's main road led almost directly to its heart where the giant bulb loomed, which left little into which he could run on the way there. Yet Vash still went slowly, remaining close to his wolf friend and wondering just how horrific it could be to her.

OoC: Nuhh. I has to go. 8C

Dude. For the sake of Trigun, and just to prove that Our Lord Knivesy was born with this problem~

http://i329.photobucket.com/albums/l365/Kitfur/CapnKnivesquid.jpg

OoC: xDDDD *dies* Ohh wow. That's amazing. Today I've gained a(nother) new respect for the squid. But I still wanna see yours too, Wolfeh. >;o
Hmm. I imagine I'd like chips. xD I always favour thicker fries - the thin ones seem like little more than a greasy skin. I'm no health nut, but tons of grease is just.. nehhh.
I'm not sure. They just said the countries in general.. and some other stuff I don't fully remember, but which would probably help. Admittedly, I only really heard parts of it. x33
Oooohh. Barrelophones? |D Harrr. This would be a good time to get Knives in there, and mebbe meet Berelly. Perhaps my lack of time was a good thing. xD

"Not the bulb itself," he replied, without changing pace, "but close." As the pair continued, the shadows of pieces from the ship that had crashed here stretched over their path, the jagged spires looking like knives reaching into the sky (Perhaps he was doing yoga~ 8D). The air grew steadily warmer, feeling more electrified and turbulent by the moment. It felt like chaos.

And through it, Vash was having issue even keeping himself together. Not only was the Plant screeching her heart out to the world, but now that he was so close her emotions seemed to blow right through him with the force of a steamer and the pain of receiving a chestful of lead, casting fury and sorrow and countless jumbled images of everything that had happened into his head. It was all he could do to keep going, a couple black-stained streaks of tears fresh on his face.

It was then that Knives, too, reached the town's outskirts. In a moment he was atop one of the buildings, his white-feathered wings retreating into his back as he looked toward the Plant bulb. First, he noticed the two figures standing out against the rock, making their way toward it. They were easily recognisable, especially by his brother's ridiculous coat, and he almost decided to follow them. Yet, something made him glance over, and he saw on the opposite side of the road someone else on a roof. The stranger almost appeared to be a large bird, yet it wasn't.

OoC: Roargh D: I has to leik read your postehs befor wI can post, I have to finish mai old one too xDDD Or I could leave it as it is and say there was a lag where a lotta stoof happened when time skipped o3o

Mmrph. *insert posteh here*

OoC: How weirdy. xD Anywai.. Now to retype it all. x3
*igglefit* Just you mentioning that song got me laughing, but the rest had me all.. squeaking madly. xDD
Well. Captain Cutlery will interrupt your kung-fu with his yoga all he wants. >;O *cackles as she drawrs such a scene, filled with much WAHHHHH-ing and angry o3o faises*
Hurhru. Yesterday was liek, a dress-up day at school because of Halloween, and I had such fun. xD I got up at five-thirty. Had bandages soaked and stained with food colouring, put trails and spots of it on my fais and arm (which was wrapped up to the elbow with a bandage), and had my wings on, of course. I practically looked like Tessla with long hair - exactly from where the idea came. |D

Vash stopped momentarily as he heard Ces' voice, attempting to say something through the deafening din but only finding itself drowned. He would have tried to cast some question back, but knew the same would happen to his own words. So, he looked ahead again, with his head down in an attempt to ignore the waves of hatred and sadness that barreled through him, appearing almost to be trekking through a sandstorm.

It wasn't long now until the air just about seemed alive with and crackling with tension, as the Plant angel's figure became more visible (At least, to one of them) within the bulb, silhouetted against the lively colours of the sunset behind her. A would-be piercing crack of gla-ss was barely audible under the never-ending scream, drowned out almost as much as the Haran's voice had been. Despite its relative quietness, Vash knew the sound of the bulb breaking couldn't be good, and it brought him to step up his pace.

Finally, he stopped just in front the great sphere, which was held only a few feet above the ground, dwarfing the pair like a foot above a couple sand roaches. The Plant pressed a hand to the gla-ss, finding it almost painfully hot beneath his palm. He attempted to call up to her, with as loud a shout as he could manage, but even if she did hear it, she gave no heed. His voice was drowned out like it was nothing. Nothing.

Knives remained still as stone under the stranger's gaze, staring right back, although he didn't share the same curiosity that abounded on the bird's face. Just quiet observation, as always. After several moments, he let himself break away from the stare opposite him, looking down again at the ground where Vash and Ces had been. They appeared to be gone now, most likely having disappeared into the structure surrounding the Plant bulb, made of the old ship's surviving pieces.

"Hmm." He was caught between going after them and the poking stare he was still receiving from across the street. Knives glanced from bulb to bird, bird to bulb, and back again.

OoC: Indeedy. x3 And hokai, hokai, but I'm not quite done yet. It's really sketchy right now..
That still sounds pretty EPIC - 'specially the Neo part. xD
Harr. I actually managed a lawng posteh. |D

Vash was suddenly aware that the furry form beside him had fallen back. He turned his head for a moment to the side, as though trying to look behind him, but in the end could only hope that Ces was still close by. The thought of being left to calm the enraged Plant alone made him feel just that - very, very alone.

Yet another crack of gla-ss returned his attention to this task, and he now pressed both hands against the bulb. "Please, calm down!" Vash shouted, loud as he could manage; again, his voice was drowned as thoroughly as a man foolish enough to attempt crossing the Sea of Sands on foot. The figure inside the sphere did nothing more than continue her shriek, seemingly unaware of her brother's presence. Getting her to stop seemed just about hopeless.

Then, an idea struck.

Lowering his hands and stepping back, the gunman began to dig through his pockets. Various items were cast to the ground - dust-covered wrappers, bullets and casings, a very old pen, an empty ketchup bottle, a small black cat that meowed and ran off as it earned a '..The hell?' from Vash - until he finally found and withdrew a small device with earphones attached. Turning the volume up all the way so that a lively tune was just barely audible under the screech, Vash touched both of them to the gla-ss.

Several seconds pa-ssed without change, making it seem that this wouldn't work either. But, just as he was about to give it up, the Plant abruptly fell silent, leaving Vash's music, which was suddenly quite loud, to be the only sound left. A face appeared in front of his, tear-streaked and still looking quite upset. But her eyes also held curiosity, and her delicate fingertips tried to dabble at the earphones, although unsuccessful with the ever-present barrier separating her and the outside world.

Vash gave her a warm but tired-looking smile, then fell to his knees with a sigh. He flashed a thumbs-up behind him.

Knives' gaze followed the bird as it took to the darkening sky and ascended on the sandy winds. He made no sound, remaining the calculated observer, as he stood upright and watched the form glide away. A stray feather, he noticed then, made its way in front of his face. The Plant snatched it out of the air, still watching for a moment longer, then looked down at it.

This feather was somewhat unlike those with which he was most familiar - the feathers of his own kind, the feathers of Angels. This black one was long and smooth, somewhat oily. It was, obviously, built for flight. Smooth flight. Most Plants, Knives frowned to think, didn't get that privilege. And this brought him back to the scene around him, and the shrieking that pulsated from the center of town, from that damned prison of a bulb, now covered with spiderwebs of cracks.

As he turned and went to leap from the rooftop on which he stood to the ground, though, everything suddenly fell very quiet. He stopped and tilted his head, now listening to a sound that very faintly reached his ears - a sound he was sure he'd heard before, accompanied by his brother's idiotic dancing at that point. Vash had first found it while the two had traveled together dozens of years ago, with their constant disagreement at one point or another, clashing like magnets with their similar poles aligned. The little music player had given rise to several arguments of its own, and it was only because of the fact that Vash's speed matched his own that Knives hadn't ripped it to pieces.

A sigh was heaved, and Knives set off leaping down the row of roofs that ran along the main road. Along with the music, the rumbling of a motorcycle came to greet his ears. An interesting turn, although not surprising in the least.