OOC: hfjrkhryjghtrnj seventy-two degrees?! D8 Wowzers. Hope it doesn't affect you too badly.

We're gonna go see How to train your Dragon with Bear. x3 Looks great, even more so after I watched the trailer. That line - "Thank you for nothing, you useless reptile!" - just makes me think so strongly of... eh heh. Well, y'know <3. Sounds just like the kind of thing he'd say to Kitte, since her Gamertag is dragon-based. x3 And she can be useless, sometimes. But I'm far more unhelpful, no competition. xD

xDDDD It's fabbity fab fab! I laughed out loud, I couldn't help myself. Eh. I wanna do something similar now~

Hokai. :3

OoC: Ohwait. You use Celsius, don't you? xD Well then, I s'pose I should say I'd rather it be negative twelve out than twenty-two. That seem a little less ridiculous? P:
How to Train Your Dragon was epic. x3 I saw it on Sunday.. and I kinda felt like you keep saying you do, during the sad parts. Somehow, I hardly felt sad at all. o3o Maybe it was just how tired I was.. 'cause later in the night I was struggling to hold in tears because of a touching thing a friend told me. Then I just felt like a sentimental sap. xD
Youuuu should make 'Rello do the dear-in-headlights pose. 8D
Hokai. Now I swear, I will get something posted. Even if it ends up sucky and short.

How interesting.. Knives hadn't quite expected a response like that - one that actually took his words seriously, when he hadn't even intended them to be. They were mostly meant to be like the thorns of a cactus, driven into the shifter's back just to see his reaction. Knives could definitely see a disapproving frown settling on Ces' face, if he'd said something so deriding about one of her friends. She was reasonable, but he still found it easy enough to ruffle her feathers.

Yet this stranger didn't let his feathers move out of place, didn't seem to pay attention to the thorns at all. He obviously knew what he wanted - and that was the little puppy who was trailing after Vash. And hey, who was Knives to deny him? The Plant smiled like a snake. "Well then, it looks like we can probably help each other out." He held out a hand, as an offer to seal a deal that could only benefit both of them.

But then, something struck him like a hammer to the head. Maybe even like a sandsteamer. Not only was it a jolt of pain that brought him to flinch back and cry out, slap that offered hand to his face, and collapse to his knees; it was an emotional shock as well, and a horrible one at that. He shook with the effort to keep from letting out a sob. Gladly, it ended up as only a short hiss. But Knives wasn't quite as successful with the tears, as they managed to escape as easily as sand through a man's fingers.

And he knew exactly why it all had happened. There was only one ridiculously huge crybaby who could do such a thing to him. Of course it was Vash's fault - he just had to broadcast his overreaction to the whole damned planet. Knives wouldn't have been surprised if all the towns near that little ma-ssacred ruin had just gone through power surges or blackouts.

"Idiot," the Plant hissed. "Keep your feelings to yourself."

(Hm. Decent. x3 I'll try writing something up for Vash'n'Woofwood later.)

OoC: Hurm. Not sure the Doctor'll work at the moment, since Nias is.. missing-in-action? x3 But Vash and Ces and Wolfwood are pretty nearby. ;o Haha.. Wolfwood'd probably be all, 'You again! 8('
Ohmai. Throw something back at her, Wolfeh. ;O Go, Moss!
Yus, yus. Do it Bambi-style! 8D GET UP. GET UP, BERELLOPHONIC. GET UP! But then, we don't really have any other deer do we? Unless Hurjad's Soul-animal is like, the grumpiest deer ever. xD
xDD A maniac and a crap trap. The list of things the Cap'n is just keeps growing, doesn't it?
... I can't think of anything for Vash or Woofwoooood. D: And that's an issue, because I wanna try to spend tonight writing something up for them. Narrh. *thinks*

OoC: Bahhh. I have like, the most amazing idea for Woofwood, but I keep not getting muh post finished. x3
So. I s'pose this is just a bump or something. o3o

OoC: Ohay. I got an idea for Vashers too. Better than just having him mope, at least. x3
And.. I think maybe I just about killed one of my friends when she saw the roleplay, while I was trying to think of what to write. She made some of the funniest noises.. xD Apparently, our posts are about a million paragraphs long.

Vash just went quietly with Ces' movement, keeping his eyes to the night-darkened sand. He felt numb after the shock of stumbling on the horrible sights that he was now trying to ignore, but he still couldn't keep from kicking himself at what he'd just about done. He almost couldn't even believe he had - there weren't many people he would snap at, and Ces was far from being part of that little group. It was like trying to compare her to Knives, who pretty much made Vash want to kick something every time he opened his mouth.

But somehow, that was exactly how he felt. Much as Ces tried to be gentle, tried to be a friend in this whirling emotional Hell, the anger simply surfaced again. Vash's grip on the Haran's arm tightened again for a second, and then it let go altogether. He wasn't really sure what he was going to do; for a few seconds the Plant just stood there, hands clenched. But one thing he did know was that he felt like he could just.. explode. It was a fleeting but fearful thought - one that brought images of the remains of what used to be a city to mind.

For a moment those images brought a bit more sense to mind, dulling the Plant's anger as he looked absently to the side - away from Ces, in shame for his actions. And then just as quickly, July darted from his thoughts, and frustration flared up again. Before he knew it, Vash had whipped a hand to the handle of his gun, which still sat faithfully in its place on his side. A shot cracked the air as a random wall received his fury - six bulletholes in its sandy face, all fired in a split second, and several more attempts that just left an unsatisfying click in his ears.

Vash was tempted to reload - very tempted - but that was enough. He let the revolver's nose dip a little, as if in disappointment, then sent it spinning around his finger and right back into its holster. He turned back to Ces, finally feeling a little calmer, even as the eye of a dead stranger managed to catch his eye and flip his stomach. It was hard to stop himself from cringing at the sight, but Vash tried to ignore it. He looked to the Haran with blank eyes, his face a mask of nothingness.

"Sorry.." he sighed. "Let's go get Wolfwood then."

(Gonna try to posteh for Woofwood later. x3)

Star saw Caine check around the corner of an alleyway and then gestured to Star. She followed, almost on tip-toe. "Where are we going?" Star whispered. She tripped on her own shoe and steadied herself by leaning on a brick wall.

"You'll see!" Caine hissed. Star rolled her eyes and started to memorise everything around her. Stacks of boxes were piled high on the left and a few rats scurried past. A leaky pipe sprayed water onto the ground and a ladder creaked slowly as it swayed in the wind.

"Oh great." Star had turned the corner and ran into a very familiar face. "Wolfwood." She said, and was again consious of her torn dress. "What are you doing here?"

OoC: No, it's fine. c: It's my fault for being lazy - and I think it'll work out a little better this way, anyway. Before, a majority of his part would have just been rambling. x3
Bah. The thought of being cooked by my own laptop isn't a very pleasant one. xD It's plotting against me!
... Now I feel bad for going with such an unemotional conclusion, instead of having Vash offer a hand or something like I'd been tempted to. x3 Her reaction kinda tears me up inside.. Homg, it reminds me of the song Schism. 8( 'Cold silence has.. a tendency to.. atrophy any.. sense of compa-ssion.' lakjdfa, I hafta try and fix this.
Also, dood. I am drinking a typhoon soda. Mountain Dew: Typhoon. I feel accomplished. 8D
... Hokai, I still don't have a posteh, but I swear, I'll stay up 'til four in the morning to write or something. xD

Don't kill yourself. o-o I remember you telling me that. x3 Just... Don't.

And I feel better. I had a cold yesterday and now -touch wood- it's gone. -touch wood again- sorry. xD superstitious me.

It's funny how I look at your signature every day, Yoshi, and only now realise what he is actually doing. xD That must hurt his tongue. o.o

 OoC: Nuh. My little joke didn't end up as amazing in writing as it is in my head. x3 But.. eh. It still gave me a good laugh.
Aaaand Cap'n still doesn't get a post. I do have an hour and a half before I can actually post this (it was four-thirty then) but I really don't feel like thinking of more. *braindead* Guess at least I actually fulfilled my promise though. :D
And gladly, I don't feel dead this time. xD Go weekends.
... I never got what the knock-on-wood thing means~ x3 /dense
xD He'll survive it. He's a fighter - a fighter with a ridiculous chameleon-tongue and creepy noodle arms. Hurhur.

Wolfwood began walking again, seeing that the pair was just standing there. It wasn't all that surprising, considering how much Vash was probably freaking out by now. He could easily hear the guy's whining in his head; 'Why did this have to happen?' he would cry. By no means did things like this make the priest happy, but Wolfwood probably got more worked up over Vash's fits for them than he did about the actual things. He was a little caught up between being a good friend and trying to be a comfort, bad as he was at it, or just letting things go their own way as long as he could and making his way slowly.

Of course, he chose walking slowly. Vash's new friend was there with him, so Wolfwood figured maybe he could let her try to take the job. Probably not very good for a best friend, but he shrugged it off. Things should be all right. Instead of rushing to the Plant's side, he just sauntered along on the dusty road with his hands in his suit pockets. For once, he didn't have a light burning under his nose; for now he just occupied himself with the night sky and his own idle thoughts.

But they weren't idle for long. Within what seemed like seconds of his decision to let wolf-girl handle things, Wolfwood found himself jumping into a fighting stance, looking around for some armed enemy that needed to be given a good shot in the face. At first he'd thought Vash was doing the same thing, as he glanced in that direction - until he saw what the Plant was aiming at. And again, he found himself aggravated. The guy was shooting at a wall. Wolfwood could only imagine the reasons why, but all of them seemed pretty stupid. Apparently, wolf-girl had failed miserably.

"Why?" Wolfwood sighed to the sky, like maybe the moons could help. They didn't. With a grumble, the priest started toward Vash and his friend - at least, until he felt a strange sort of feeling that made him want to stare into the alleyway that sat pretty much right next to him. "Priesty.. senses... What?!" He definitely hadn't been expecting to see her again. "You?"

Not only had Starlett suddenly come back, but her questions seemed pretty ridiculous. "What am I doing here?" he asked, giving up on the gentleness he'd attempted with her the first time. "What the Hell kind of question is that? You're the one who ran off while I was trying to help - and now five minutes later you're suddenly here again, looking fine and dandy and asking me what I'm doing here? I'd say there are about ten iles' worth of things wrong here."

Vash just stood there for a second as Ces moved on, the Haran now seeming impatient and eager to get moving - or maybe to get away from him? He wasn't entirely sure how to react, or even if his guess was anywhere near right. He wasn't sure if anything in his thoughts could be right, at the moment. But even with Ces' cold response, the Plant tried not to let anything rip through his mask; he'd finally gotten a little bit of calm, and if he let anything reach out, everything else might just come with it. He wasn't sure he could handle that.

Finally, he sighed quietly and followed behind, head down, like a starving stray with its tail tucked. It was hard to ignore the nagging thoughts of how empty Ces' face had looked - probably a pretty close mirror to how his own must have looked to her, now that he thought of it. He just couldn't stop messing up, could he? He was so focused on his own emotions that he'd forgotten hers - and in the process he may as well have actually snapped at her, have shoved her away and shouted in her face. No.. this wasn't right.

But Vash couldn't think of anything to do - not anything that wouldn't ruin his emotional blockades and possibly send it all raging again. And not only that, but it felt like Ces might just be the one who should blow up now - like with the lightest touch she could go off. She definitely had every right to, at this point. And worse yet, he feared that she might not do anything at all. Suddenly the Haran's back seemed more frightening than anything Knives could throw at him, and Vash just about broke into pieces. Those few new tears that fell as he tried to reach a hesitant hand toward Ces, feeling blocked by some unbreakable barrier, probably didn't look like much on his already tear-streaked and grimy face.

Then at last he broke through, feeling like he'd just somehow avoided drowning in a neverending sea, even though he couldn't swim. "Ces.. wait," he choked out, quickening his pace to catch up, then catching her by the shoulder with that raised hand. Sadly though, he couldn't actually feel the contact; this time it was his left, nothing but unfeeling metal. He tried to find something to say that hopefully wouldn't seem pointless or insensitive. Not much came to mind.

The surprised and aggravated shouting that suddenly came from Wolfwood's direction didn't help either.

(Walking toward Woofwood sure is an eventful time. 8D)

OoC: Ohlard. You have me grinning like a sappy idiot. xD At first I was all, 'Noooo don't fly away. DDDD8' but now I'm just.. 'Awwwe.'
And pretty much all of your OoC had me iggling my head off. Relationship-acne? Stalin? Lard, ily wummin. xDD And for the goldfish-eyes thing, I did once see someone say his face looked like something out of Silent Hill. It made me iggle.
Hurr, it's like the butterfly effect. They take a step; something explodes. Or like, if Gunsmoke had ice cream stands or something.. xD They go to get ice cream, and right before they get there, a sudden Toma stampede barrels right through it.
... Suddenly I really wanna make Vash's left arm get ripped off. I'mma have to do that the next time we have a big conflict. 8D Except, I have no idea how he'd replace it, unless I wanna force a field trip to the ship that still flies. Maybe not. x3

I'mma wait for a Mousehhh. ;o

Star took one step back in shock and Caine stared at Wolfwood hard. “I... I couldn’t stay out in the open. I didn’t know… I didn’t know you were helping me. I – I wasn’t supposed to get distracted.” Star’s gaze drifted to the ground, where she stared at her shoes and tried not to scream out in frustration. Why was this man angry all of a sudden? Why was he so nice to me when we first met? Now he is so different. Star finally decided that she didn’t like this priest, not one bit. But she still needed help. Someone that could look after her. Caine couldn’t, as he was a ghost. Star nodded at Caine and he nervously took a step back, and faded into the background.

Star faced Wolfwood and stared into his face. “I’m in trouble. I need help. Caine isn’t strong enough... I’m – I’m running away from my town. My family are after me. They’ll kill me. I need somewhere secret to stay. Do you know a place? Do you know anyone that could possibly help me?” She knew that she was possibly putting her life into this stranger’s hands, but somehow she knew that he could help.

OoC: Lol. I hope you don’t mind having to change a bit of your plans for Wolfwood, Yosheh. o3o that’s probably the most I’ve written these entire few pages that I’ve been on this roleplay. x3