OoC: Harr. We bought Star Trek yestarday.
Hokai. x3 *nom* And I.. I'm not sure I really do, actually. I've just been sleeping a  ridiculous amount lately. o3o It worries me a little, since I went two years (To the day, actually. Resversary~ x3) staying up past twelve and suddenly I want to sleep all the time and can hardly make it to ten.
PoV switch. ;o! Hmm. Suddenly, I think I need to figure out a way to better write for a normal Plant. There's too much analysation in the way I write, considering they don't really think like we do. x3 Ah, well..

The Plant Angel kept her attention on Vash, looking down at him with a look of bewilderment on her face. He'd only been there for a second, then suddenly dropped to the ground the moment she'd shown him any acknowledgment. And that fantastical sound that had been filling her bulb a moment earlier now sounded dull and hollow as it feebly beat at the bulb's outside, like an empty breeze in an empty town. Like her empty town..

It was then that a black nose pressed itself against the gla-ss, startling the Plant from both her confusion and her sudden return of sadness. She shrank back for a moment, then brought her own nose closer again, feathery hair framing her face. The golden eyes that greeted her seemed friendly enough; they were warm and generally happy-looking, although it was obvious that there was some underlying pain, both new and old. The Plant spent several moments doing nothing more than scrutinizing all the emotion in Ces' eyes.

Then the Plant flashed a smile at the wolf, small and fragile against the remaining traces of her emotional explosion, from tears and agitated feathers to the shards that had gathered on the ground below, but it was genuine nonetheless. She liked this stranger.

OoC: Gargh. Restarty computer again. *rewrites*
Indeedy it is. Star Trek = pwn. |D And thanks for the words, Wolfeh. x3 Helped me lighten up, actually; I was worrying too much.
Hmm. If you mean this Plant, probably not. Other than the Independents, I don't think any of them were ever given or referred to by names.
*sits on Nias* x3
*edit* Dood. Dood. 8D I found Legato again, and the person who adopted him is actually willing to sell. I still wonder why Jzbelle would forest him, but I'm darn happy for actually having a chance now.

Vash looked up from where he was on the ground, having been trying to gather up all of his cast down items, with limited success. He'd already put away the music player and managed to find a few of the bullets and the ketchup bottle, but his rusted pen still eluded him. A yawning meow had told the Plant that the cat he'd somehow pulled from his pocket before was now watching him scrounge around.

"Oh, yah," he replied with a smile, before looking down again. "Just a second though. Can't find it.." His hands wandered blindly across the ground a bit more, like lost siblings stumbling through the darkness. Finally, he simply removed the loop from his left ear and blew into it; a few inches away there came a spur of static, and his hand snatched the pen up faster than a hawk and dropped it back in his pocket. Vash stood and replaced the earring, not caring to brush off the dust his coat had gathered. "All right. I think that's- Hm?"

It was the sound of a motorcycle, approaching quite quickly. The Plant almost couldn't believe it - but then, from the barfight to the Vampires to the carnage he could only truly imagine and the Plant's screech, the trail that lined their steps was pretty wide. Perhaps having been found really shouldn't have been surprising at all.

Then, the motorcycle fell silent. The return of quiet was kept at bay only by the very faint sound of footsteps muffled by a la
yer of sand and a brief noise made by the Plant Angel. "What in Hell happened here?" a voice muttered, seeming to have a slight slur to it that made it clear something was in the speaker's mouth.

Knives stopped moving along the rooftops, watching the priest leave his bike and look around. For the moment, he'd stopped to bend over a woman whose head lay several feel away in one direction, and an arm several feel in the other. A look that somehow mixed disdain and amusement briefly crossed the Plant's face, before it became again like a stone smoothed by a countless number of gales, emotionless as ever.

"Well. This changes things a bit," he observed aloud. "The traitor returns."

OoC: I liek Scotty. |D I don't really remember much what he was originally like, since I'd been pretty young when my mom would watch all those shows on TVland and stoof, but he was funny in the movie.
Hmm. Interesting as that would be, I doubt it'd work very well. xD Normal Plants emit radiation that's dangerous to many other creatures - a large reason, I'd say, for the bulb-thingies - and that town probably still needs her anyway, despite their.. sudden population cut. ... *wonders what the heck the Spectre could have as a nickname* x3
*grins like an idiot* I diiiiid. 8DD
Harr. I failed at that game. Though, half the time my sister would be all, 'Hokai, we dun' need to see the rules. :D' which didn't help. x3
*iggle*

Vash laid a hand on Ces' head - or at least it seemed to be her head - in an attempt to calm her. If his guess at whom it was was right, he didn't exactly want them attacking each other. He knew the priest wouldn't be hesitant in the least to resort to gunfire, especially if Ces tried to strike first, and he didn't want either of his friends getting hurt.

He'd begun to murmur something, but was interrupted, as he'd expected may happen, by the all too familiar sound of snapping buckles and moving metal. That weapon so full of mercy was trained on the two of them - a thought that gave the Plant a creeping feeling, spreading through him like dreadful icicles, even though he hadn't seen one in more than a century. Obviously, the priest had heard the growling and didn't take it lightly. After all, the place was apparently littered with bodies; even he would feel a bit more edgy than usual.

Finally, Vash spoke up, putting on an uncertain smile and giving a small wave. "Oh, uh.. Hi Wolfwood."

Immediately there was the sound of the metal sliding again, then hitting the ground. "Tongari..?" was his obviously incredulous response. Of course, it was swiftly followed by the cross being thrown, landing a perfect collision with the Plant's face and knocking him to the ground. Wolfwood rushed over to deliver a good smackdown, despite whatever warnings the wolf had to give.

"Where the Hell have you been, you idiot?! What ever happened to going to Juneora, huh? Where are those lovely blonde locks of yours?" He pulled without mercy on a clump of blackened hair, warranting an excessively whiny 'Ow!' from Vash, before stopping and jabbing a finger toward Ces. "And what's with the dog?"

OoC: *has fun with this* xD

OoC: That thing reminded me of Predator. |D
Maybe. I'm not really sure if the radioactive thing applies to Independents. xD If it does, it's just really toned down I guess. And ohh.. I see. x3 I thought Spectre was her name in a way.
xD Kitt has such crazy timing.
Narrr. I'm not sure what the heck Legato should beeeee. >: A Kayoki certainly doesn't fit, but I can't really think of a Creatu that would sum him up well. So far the best seems to be a black Liyure, but I'm not sure.. I'd already wanted to put Nicholas on one. x3
Narr. Somewhat short posteh, but I figure I may as well use it. I've been having such problems with sounding too formal, and keep having to rewrite. x3

Wolfwood snapped his finger away from Ces' jaws, holding it defensively in front of him as he frowned at her. He began to say something, but in the next instant she'd begun pulling on his jacket, resulting in the priest losing his headlock on Vash - it had been hard enough to hold before, with the Plant's struggling - and toppling backwards onto the ground with a shout. He ended up looking right into Ces' face, seeing it upside down.

"Ahh, fine," the priest said in a low tone, getting up and brushing the sand off himself, vaguely annoyed that he'd dropped his cigarette. He held out his hand to Vash, still frowning at the wolf with an almost suspicious air, but even after a few moments, no hand took it. "Hey," he began, looking over - Vash had already stood, but looked a bit lost. "What's wrong with you?"

"Oh, it's.. nothing."

OoC: I saw both of their first movies last summer, but I'll still always think of this old game, AvP 2, when I think of them. x3 The Predator was awesome to use, with all its vision things and weapons; the Alien was just freakin' creepy, especially in the beginning. I donno how many times we had to burst out of someone's chest. 8(
So what happens if the Haran finds out? o3o Or have you not gotten that worked out yet?
Hmm.. Kayoki still doesn't fit very well though. Even with the fringe, they don't have that.. feel that Legato has. And I'm trying to use as many aspects of him as I can. I want something that fits him as well as a blonde Vogar fits for Knivesy. x3
Nehh. Formal just doesn't fit in roleplaying though. xD Seems so.. stiff, especially when I'm trying to portray them acting like little kids.

Wolfwood's suspicious looks at Ces (Hey, he'd seen some crazy things, especially around Vash, but talking dogs were bordering insanity.) were instantly overtaken by a surge of shock, disbelief clear on his face. "Wait.. what? Y'mean he's blind? Like a sandworm? You sure we're talking about the same spiky-haired idiot here?" As though to disprove the fact, he began just about flailing a hand in front of the Plant's face - this time another did catch it, siezing his wrist.

"I may be blind," Vash said, smiling ever so slightly, "but I can still feel wind in my face. Especially when you smell funny." He let priest's arm go, but it still hovered there with one pointed finger. The smile grew in triumph - Wolfwood was speechless.

"Yah, well.." the priest finally retorted, crossing his arms. "I doubt you smell any better. At least I'm not so damn old I could pa-ss as my own grandpa. No wonder you needed a seeing eye dog."

"You-! Line crossed, you sucky priest! Line crossed!" Vash had taken to jabbing an enraged finger at him, pouting furiously.

"All right, you're not that old.." Wolfwood stuck his tongue out though, getting the last jab even if his target couldn't see it. But the wave of insults worthy of children died down, albeit leaving one of them still grumbling, and he finally turned to answer Ces. "I guess you could call us old- I mean.. Friends."

OoC: Harhar, I has read stoof. Now lemme try think of something good to post |D *failsfailsfails* Hmm considering the time I've lost... me thinks I'm going to hvae my own kinda time skip, and fill in the gaps later or summat.

BiC: "This way!" The Doctor exclaimed, ponting at a large bulb.

"Are you sure?" Asked a freakishly tall red-head. She turned to her sister, who was considerably shorter than her. "Are you sure we can trust this idiot?"

The red-head's sister sighed, then nodded. "He's not an idiot." The angel-creature walking with her tugged on her cloak.

"It speaks!" Exclaimed the male. He was grinning now, walking with a pink haired girl thrown over one of his shoulders. His grin was quikly wiped from his face when the shorter female hit him accross the head, causing him to drop the pink haired girl. frowning, he knelt down to pick her up again, throing her back over his shoulder. "Who is this anyway?" The male was looking down at Shade.

"Uh.. a friend I guess." Shade replied, looking up to the male. It seemed everyone of the new Fera she'd met were all taller than she was, so her neck was hurtin from looking up so much.

"Stop fussing." Said the Doctor, his hand flailng in front of an entrance way that had a motorcycle parked in front of it. "In here."

Like sheep, all the Fera followed the Dctor inside. Mindless chatter floated around in the air, no one realy knowing what was being said, not that it was going to be remembered anyway. The frea then fell silent, carefuly scanning the sene in front of them. "Ces!" Shade yelled, grinning. Shade ran twoards the she-Haran, throwing her arms around her neck.

The Fera watched with curiosty, the angel with greater curiosity. The Red-head glared at the Haran. She didn't like how much Shade seemed to like her. Bottom lip sticking out, the red-head turned her attention to the plant kept inside the bulb, as did the rest of the Fera, aside from the male who seemed more interested in the girl which he held. She murmered slightly, something which sounded like a 'Nyu'.

"Hah... well isn't that interesting.  don't think I've ever come accross anyhting like this before." The Doctor muttered to himself, strolling twoards the plant in the bulb. The Doctor reached into his pocket and took out his sonic screwdriver, he pointed it at the bulb, the screwdriver sent out sonic pulses, taking informaton of what was inside he bulb. The Doctor stuck his tongue out the corner of his mouth in interest. Triumphantly he held the screwdriver in the air, still buzzing. Then he pointed it at Vash. "You're the same." he said with interest.

Shade being oblivious to some of the Fera's discomfort and the Doctors discovery, continued to cling to Ces. The she noticed Wolfwood. "Who's that?"

OoC: ahaha fail |D Well at least I finaly posted.

OoC: Harr, sorry for being all distractered again. x3 But yay, Nias~
... And I took too long. >: I have liek, almost all my posteh, but not quite. S'pose I'll have to wait 'til I gets home..

OoC: Yay Pizza hut xDDD oh mai I got two hugs tahday C: OH yahs sorry I wasn't in school Wolfeh D: I left early after my last exam xD Yarrh. Yay Yoshilisk~ And oh yahs, Wolfeh, Blaise had fox ears o3o remembur?

BiC: Shade pressed her face against Ces' furry face, somehow it was soothing feeling her fur again. Shade grinned. "Isn't it awomse!?" She whispered in reply. "I'm not the last one. They say they've been waiting for me." Shade let go of her iron hold on ces' neck, but remained crouched next to her. Shade pointed twoards the group of Fera. "The one with red hair, that's Blaise, the one next to her is Leilos, the one that looks like me is Lupe and the guy." Shade laughed then snorted before speaking again. "He didn't tell me his name. Probably something embarasing (( or perhapse it's because Nias can't think of a good name for him yet.))"

Shade then stood up and left the Haran's side, she walked twoards the angel-creature and tugged at her skirt. Taking hold of her hand she led her back twoards Ces. "This is Halm." Shade grinned, as if knowing the angel's name was a great achievement.

Halm was a strange creature. She was tall and extreemly thin. But being tall meant, for her, that she looked out of proportion. Her head seemed to large and heavy for her neck to support, so it kept leaning to one side looking to rest on her shoulder to stop itself from falling off. Her short blonde hair was cut just beneath her chin, and it framed her odly shaped face. Even though she did have the general apperance of an angel, once you examined her closely enough, you could tell she wasn't. Angels shouldn't look ad unhealthy as she did, neither do they have bandaged eyes or horns growing from atop their heads. Halm grinned, then pointed a finger at Vash, to be more specific, pointed at his eyes.

OoC: imma probably add more latur or wait fer Yoshi tah posteh x3

OoC: adaflkaja. I keep falling more and more behind. Curse my taking forever-ness. x3 I s'pose this posteh just gets to be sooper lawng. Makes it seem all.. rambly, but neh. I wanna try to include everything.

"I'm not really sure either..." Vash replied, frowning with uncertainty. "It wasn't Knives.. He wouldn't have helped me just to do that. I doubt he'd blind me at all, even with all his crazy ways to be loving. You think it could have been Ma-"

Finally Wolfwood, who'd been silent for the moment in another bout of surprise, butted in again. "So you mean you really died? Good God, Tongari, are you really that pathetic without me? You can't keep picking fights you won't end, you idiot, especially when I'm not around to save your a-ss. Next time you may not be able to pull off such a miracle, even if your creep of a brother decides to be so strangely nice again." He was about to continue despite how badly Vash seemed to be taking it - finally being crippled so thoroughly was bad enough for the Plant, and being called out on it by his best friend felt worse than having his arm sliced off, than being shot to tatters by townsfolk, than dying even - but the priest stopped and looked toward the entrance. The cross opened again, its mechanical noises echoing faintly in the cavern of a room. "Company."

As the voices grew steadily louder though, Vash breathed an uneasy sigh, trying to shake off the verbal beating that now clung to his mind worse than an irritating grain of dirt, and spoke up. "Wait. We might know them." A couple of the voices did seem familiar, especially a particularly high, almost annoying one. (Forgive me if my deion of Shade's voice isn't quite right. xD) Almost immediately, he knew his guess was right. The cross closed again, its sounds followed by obvious grumbling; Vash swore he heard part of it as, 'Dumb, spiky-headed..'

Not a moment later it seemed, among quite a bit of commotion from the newcoming group, Ces and Shade, and the interested Plant above them, there was the Doctor's voice. "Yep," he replied without looking over, a very slight grin on his face. "We're basically siblings - I'm just more like you. Or maybe not you, but.." A snigger beside him made Vash stop and jab out an elbow - it missed its target, but he went on anyway. "What are you laughing at?"

"Oh, nothing, my ridiculously old friend," Wolfwood cackled, leaping away to ensure he didn't suffer the Plant's wrath. Vash was quite ready to try tackling him, but again found something pointed at his face - and this time, somehow he could tell even without hearing a sound. He stared wordlessly, with an odd, creeping sort of feeling, like he had spiders crawling his skin and sand piling up inside him, drowning out everything.

Yet, the Plant couldn't move, couldn't turn away from this faceless stranger.