OoC: Go Mouseh, go! ;o But don't kill yourself like I keep doing. xD Gah, I was so exhausted throughout school yesterday..
Ah, sorry.. I felt a need to say it, since both probably look like they haven't showered in a month. xD It's kinda been making me wonder lately, what would happen if Vash ever met up with any old friends and they asked why he was so dirty.. He'd probably end up giving them a summary of the entire roleplay and introducing everyone else, and then they'd be all, 'o_o'.
Ohyus, can't forget the Chef Chief. x3 ... *iggle* Poor (the) Ces. Any time she gets poked fun at, she gets it good. Although, I'm kinda wondering if she could ever really like Knives, even as just an acquaintance or something. o3o They get along occasionally, but he does kinda like being a jerk to her.. and trying to stab her through the chest. What a friend. xD

Nurrh. I still got nothin'. o3o But hey, no school tomorrow, so I'll definitely be able to get something done.

OoC: Eh.. Sorry I've not been on lately. I was all busy-like on Friday and Saturday, then suddenly my dad kicked me off the Internets because of a three-week-late English paper. x3 But I have it back for the moment, and I did get some writing done yesterday and last night with a near-all-nighter. xD I'll post what I wrote.. maybe fix Knives' part up a little, if I find some time around all this Easter stuff.
And thankye for bumpin', Mouseh. x3

OoC: Hm. I'd figured the soonest shower anyone could get would be if they ever find an actual not-ma-ssacred town.. or maybe if the Tardis has a shower. The latter seems a lot more likely to me. xD
... *cough* Got a little carried away there, did we? xDD I think suddenly I'm very glad Knivesy's dozens of iles away from the others right now.
Homg. Yesterday a few friends and I noticed Pokemanz on TV and watched it, despite that it was a new, sucky one, but.. o_o There was this dood that reminded me of the Doctor. At first I'd thought it was probably the hair, but now I see that the similarity is a lot bigger. [link] [link] He's just.. shorter and more chin-grippy. xD
... I decided to indulge in some mush. Blame the fact that I've been reading the old threads; I got to the part with Ces' resurrection and wanted to reverse its little emotional moment. x3 That, and I've had way too much fun quoting bits of our writing aloud in a silly tone. xD Like how Chiefy's "I said, get OUT!" to a stubborn Shade made me iggle-howl, "GTFO!!1"

Vash looked up at the Haran with a smile, feeling that suddenly she was much more familiar. He knew the wolf form was still her, but it wasn't quite the same. It seemed different somehow, even if the differences were tiny, almost insignificant ones; they added up to seem significant enough. Her wolf form almost made her seem more similar to the Spectre, even if Ces was far more friendly than her soul-animal had seemed upon taking her place. Her grimy face looked so much more real, without that concealing la
yer of fur.

He laughed a little at her remark, taking the hand she'd offered him. "I know how you feel on that one.." Vash said, before pulling himself upright. "Seems like there's never a second we can get a break, huh?" It had definitely been a chaotic ride since he'd met them all - even more chaotic than his everyday life, and that was pretty bad already. But in a way, he loved it. The whole thing was hectic for sure, but traveling around with friends.. It gave him a feeling of freedom. Even as a blind burden, confined in his own darkness, he never could have stopped and settled; he always felt a need to keep moving.

And actually, it was thanks to Ces that he'd managed to do that. When he could have been alone in blindness, she was right there. Just as Vash had carried her to the clearing where she was revived, Ces had more than returned the favor, and had stuck by his side when he needed it. She'd kept him company and acted as a guide - a protector, even. And definitely as a friend.

The Plant smiled warmly. "Thank you, by the way.. for helping me when I couldn't help myself. Maybe we can't get much of a break from all this running around and getting stuck in violence, but you definitely gave me one there." He paused for a second, then brightened up, his smile yet again giving way to more of a grin. "Now come here and gimme a real hug!" And he spread his arms in front of him - perhaps not as inviting as he'd meant the gesture to be, considering how dirty he must have been, but he didn't care. And he didn't care about Woofwood either; he wanted his hug first! >:O

Knives' unfamiliar curiosity actually showed now, realisation obvious upon his face. The question had made it clear precisely why this stranger seemed so very familiar; it had to do with a certain other shifter.. One who'd been getting far too close to his brother for far too long now. And she actually had other friends? It was surprising, to say the least. Aside from the cat, all of the others Knives had ever seen her with before were gone - the silver-haired group she'd treated as a family in the city had actually turned against her.

That, and she'd also whined before about being the last of her kind - all alone, everyone she used to know dead, all that. So what were this guy and his shadow up on the cliffs doing, still kicking - or perhaps more appropriately, soaring? From what Ces had said, he should have been dead long ago. Maybe there were actually couple more survivors of whatever big disaster had wiped their race out? Hm. It made sense.

"Yes, actually," Knives replied levelly, having regained his neutral ex
pression. "I have.. You want her back?" He looked annoyed, like there was a fly in his ear that just wouldn't go away. Except, it wasn't actually in his ear; it was in Vash's. "I'd be glad to let you have her; she's been a pretty big bother. Won't leave my brother alone, and that means I can't bother him as easily." Now his frown became sad, as though it was the most horrible thing in the world. But his tone was obviously sarcastic. "Isn't it just the worst?"

OoC: Eh.. Bit of an overly deriding Knivesy. I think. Not sure if that's the right word. x3 Nehh, I've gone from super-insanity to dead-tiredness. But.. I'mma stick with this. Sorry Woofwood, you don't get another posteh yet. ;(

OoC: Well then, a shower's not too far off from that. ;D And if there isn't one, they can just go swimming.. Better to be green with chlorine than caked in dirt. xD
... Somehow I find it hard to imagine that dood as the Doctor, even if a bunch of news articles call him the possible best Doctor ever. x3 I'm just.. so used to thinking of Mister Tennant, I guess. Even if I still haven't gotten around to watching anything but the very first episode. I really should.
Indeedy. I think this guy is my new favorite Pokemanz character. xD He was actually decently cool too. He was all, 'Ohay. I'mma go investigate things and grab my chin a lot. But I'll tell you all I'm just enjoying the outdoors, because I know you'll believe me no matter what I do. 8D'
... You just made me imagine Knives.. with one of those horribly grating girl-voices. Ohlard. xDDD And harr. Now I'se on the.. actually current-ish parts. x3 Lard, I love all the insanity of the conflict Maya started. Seven straight pages of pure chaos - and the start of consistently long posts, too.

"Well, it was more than nothing to me," Vash replied with a light smile. He found a simple sort of happiness in the hug - a bit of rare thing for him, especially considering how rarely anyone hugged him. Things definitely seemed simpler for the moment - like maybe the world wasn't such a hellish ball of dust, as Wolfwood always said it was. And the happiness he found here wasn't quite like that of his overjoyed attack on Halm; that had all been thanks and joy, and the feeling of hope returning because of the broken Angel, to fill a hurting void it had left before. No.. This was simply... peace.

Or love and peace, he added with a momentary grin to himself, silliness prevailing in his thoughts. That was, after all, what the world was made of.

Then, all too soon, Ces pushed away, seeming almost embara-ssed with herself for a moment. But only a moment; the look was brief enough that Vash was almost unsure he'd seen it at all, as it was instantly replaced by a smile, as well as a question he'd almost forgotten about. "Oh! Wolfwood." He twisted partway around, just enough so he could look behind him, at the empty doorway. He almost expected to see Wolfwood right there, or at least somewhere nearby; he probably wouldn't wander too far.

And it was only now that he noticed just how empty the rest of the room had become as well. Where it had been packed like a saloon before, now it was nearly empty in comparison - only a few stragglers were left, most of them strangers to him. After a moment of just looking around the room, the Plant finally returned his mind to the priest-hunt. He grinned, grabbing Ces by the arm and taking off toward the entrance with a loud urge of, "C'mon!"

But within a few leaps of leaving the small building, he stopped dead, happiness turned to horror, grin replaced by the urge to cry. His stomach curled in on itself, and a shaking hand instantly moved to hover over his mouth, while his other simply tightened on Ces' arm; Vash definitely felt like he could puke at the horrors littering the ground. Now he could understand why the Haran was reluctant to tell him what had happened before. He almost didn't even want to believe his own eyes. All these people.. broken, scattered, put out like candles caught in a typhoon. A typhoon that didn't care in the least.

The only breath he could manage at first was a series of short gasps that threatened to break into sobs, but eventually he found enough to breathe a whisper. "God.." His voice was weak, uncertain. It was the voice of a man whose family was murdered before his eyes, of a man who could only think to blame himself in some way. "Wh.. why did.. this..." The rest of his words were lost - drowned in silent tears.

(Ohlard. I've gone and killed my stomach with this emotional stuff. x3 Hur... I get way too into this. And.. it's really late. I'mma try to get Woofwood a posteh, then I'm using my last few hours before six to get some sleep. Sorry Knives. *falls over*)

The priest sighed. It didn't hold much of any one emotion in it though; it was just a sigh for the sake of sighing. Wolfwood sat against one of the old wooden posts, propped on his knees and with a cigarette practically dangling from his mouth. His pants' shins were ruined by the sand already, so hey, why not? Just as long as he could have some time to himself. Really, he couldn't remember the last time he'd took much of a rest, since he'd been searching for Vash since the idiot had disappeared. That, and he was already finding himself wanting to yell at the guy.

Another sigh - this one was more out of aggravation. "Why do I hang out with him?" Wolfwood asked aloud, even though his only company at the moment was the three visible moons overhead, their light bright but cold. The other two were probably either dark or just off somewhere else for the night. "Not like Knives gives a damn about what I do anymore.." The priest frowned at himself. He was talking aloud to nothing but the empty night air and the moons. That seemed even worse than talking to Angelina; even if she couldn't reply, at least she had a name. "Agh.. I better get back there. Tongari's prob'ly wondering where I am, anyway."

It was as he began to head back, after tucking his matchbox back into his shirt and hefting his Punisher over his shoulder again, that Wolfeira Wolfwood realised Vash must have already come out to look for him, along with a friend he was towing behind him. His red coat, even covered in dirt and darkness, was pretty damn recognisable. It had always been a wonder to Wolfwood, how the outlaw never got arrested, with such a ridiculously conspicuous outfit. But, as he raised an arm into the air to wave, the priest realised something was wrong, especially from the hand over the Plant's mouth. And he knew exactly why.

"Ah, sh(...erbert. xD). He's going to have a fit over this mess."

OoC: ... Uhm. Did my absence cause vilin-killing rayyyge? x3 Nurr.. I'm tempted to give an excuse, but I guess it was basically procrastination. I keep waiting 'til nine or so to start writing, then end up either staying awake until ridiculously late or falling asleep mid-post.
Whooligans. xD Nice name.. I guess I just feel like I do because the Tenth Doctor's pretty much the only one I know. Seeing him replaced just seems.. weirdy. Heck, I got all teary when I read on Wiki about how he was all, 'I don't want to go,' before he regenerated. 8(
So your online matches aren't that noisy? Wow. I'm jealous. xD Sometimes when watching my brother play online, I find the immaturity pretty funny.. But at other times it's just idiotic.
*iggle* I've been doodling.. I drew a little half-black-haired Vash dancing about with ferns in his hands, shouting 'PHOTOSYNTHESIIIIS'. And below him I wrote, 'Vash used Photosynthesis! Vash regained hair-power!' like the Pokeman move Recover. Then below that, I drew just his head, grinning and blonde again. |D

Vash could hardly even think straight at the moment. Sorrow darted from body to body, face to face, finding means to call each a brother or a sister and grab onto him again. It was like a parasite - one that had fallen to relative silence, then lost its grip entirely. But instead of just letting the Plant go on his suddenly, finally merry way, it leapt back on with a horrible fury - furious that he'd almost left it behind. Of course. He could never leave the hurt behind, hard as he tried to ignore it or to live normally from time to time. Who could?

Then sorrow shifted gradually to something else. It was hard to tell at first what it was; he was so stuck on the bodies around him that he didn't quite realise where his bitter thoughts were going. He just wanted to find out whoever the hell had done this, and he wanted to do something about it. Now. If he hadn't fought to his own death already and left himself almost powerless, he'd probably be doing a lot more than silent seething.

It was a hand on his back that distracted Vash from these thoughts - but not without first snapping a scowl at the face beside him and searching for some scathing comment to throw at her. It took a second - and the feeling of another hand on his shoulder, a Plant's hand, although it wasn't actually there - to realise just what he was doing. He was being a complete idiot, that's what. He'd lost the Game himself for a second.. started being more negative than even the grumpiest Wolfwood. And he'd actually taken it out on Ces, of all people. A sharp but shaky breath, and he dropped his eyes to the sand, luckily not landing them on any horrified faces.

"All right.." he sighed, his voice numb and subdued, yet also thick with tears that still refused to stop. He loosened his grip on Ces' arm so that his fingers barely held onto it - but he wasn't willing to actually let go. The contact made Vash feel that at least he wasn't alone in this.

(Gargh. Again, procrastination. x3 I dun' have time to get anyone else..)