The desert air beat cool against his bare chest, the moonlight illuminating his numerous scars. He traced them subconsciously, remembering how each one had been aquired.
...Accident in the village...
...Got caught up in a barfight...
...Mine...
He couldn't recall his exact reason for leaving the village, but he had the nagging feeling it had to do with the absence of his brother. Despite deep and unforgivable betrayal he still felt something akin to love for his murderous sibling. Not that he desired to seek Knives out, there was far too much anger Vash still felt towards him. No, he wanted to prove him wrong. Humanity was more than what Knives thought it was. It was more than something seen or felt. It's the actions they took, what they are. Vash was determined to be what humanity meant.
For Rem. For Knives. For humanity.
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"Hey Mishter, could I have s'more funa sanmwiches over here?" Vash smiled, mouth half-full with the remnants of the last devoured delicacy.
"What? Finish the first one before you start asking for more. (Idiot...)" The bar tender growled before going to shout at the early morning drunks desperate to cull their hangover with more alcohol.
The innkeeper/bartender was a nice man, unusually thin for his occupation and had a short temper toward those that couldn't handle their liquor. Where he lacked machoness he had kindness instead, even accomodating work for Vash when he had a family of four to feed and Vash had little money to his name. What he had accrued he had decided to put into a bank, by the innkeeper's force. Personally he would have kept it to himself but if the room, board and food were relatively free, he didn't mind having to follow a few rules.
Neglecting to remember his former request for more sandwiches, he straightened his plain cotton shirt, brushing the many crumbs that lay on it before exiting the building. The suns beat down as they always did, softened by a perpetual gale that blew through the town of August. It's geographical location gave it a respite from the harsh heat of the desert. It was no wonder why it was most often referred to as the resort oasis of the wild desert. At least, that applied to the inner city. Walking through the outskirts it wasn't as resort-like, though people were plentiful on the streets, chatter suffusing the air.
He found himself at the bank, though he didn't quite remember why he was walking this way in the first place. Maybe it had to do with that adorable cat...
Well, he was already hear so he might as well withdraw some money for...emergencies or something. Probably booze.
The bank was unusually crowded, with at leat two dozen people in front of the counter and more idling to the side. Some of them looked shiftly from side to side as if they were waiting for something. Vash felt a strong urge to check his handgun only to find it wasn't there. That's right, he'd left it at the inn after he'd done his morning practice. He brushed his panics aside, blaming it on old habits. Taking his place in line,he tapped his foot silently while he thought of how quiet the place had become. Then he noticed the guns and sighed internally. His instinct never lied. He went through the motions of a hostage, his back pressed against the wall as he was forced into a sitting position.
"Alrighty, ATTENTION ALL COMMONERS, THIS IS A ROBBERY. ANYONE TRIES ANY HEROICS, THEY GET SHOT. ANYONE SPEAKS OUT OF TURN, THEY GET SHOT. ANYONE TRYS TO ESCAPE...WELL, YOU GET THE IDEA. ANY QUESTIONS? GOOD." The leader, a scraggly sharp man in long coat and covered in small arms proceeded ro group half his men in similar attire to take the goods. An adverage, if audacious operation in this town, but nevertheless a tough spot to be in.
Well, it could be worse...
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Bump. I have some weird interests, don't I?
Alrighty I should be able to put it up no later than tomorrow afternoon.
"Well, that could have gone better." he grimaced, muttering under his breath. He had liked her, if only a little, but perhaps it wasn't a good idea. Her irateness had amused him a little, though he didn't want to irritate her further. It was probably too late for that as she left his company. He wasn't blind to her leaning just slightly to mutter something at Connor, though he could not hear what was said.She was protecting him, for some reason or another. Part of him liked that.
The coffee came moments later, the boy doing his best to smile and scowl at the same time before returning to his post. What had he done to deserve that? The coffee was almost as bitter as she was when she left but with unfathomable depth and richness. He didn't get to savour it for long as the telltale jingle of some one entering sounded. His quarry. He smiled widely at his coffee before peeking back to where his prey now sat. Directly across from Connor. Now, what would a white-collar businessman like Joseph Selkes be doing with a man like Connor? Surely, nothing good. He so loved it when a plot came together.
They tried to whisper, but they weren't nearly as good as they thought they were. Even if he had to strain to hear them, it wasn't that hard.
"So, the usual?" said Connor, his voice almost as colorful as the rest of him.
"YES, THE USUAL." the other said monotonously, just a little too loud for Connor's liking. He slapped him on the arm to which Joseph only frowned.
"Pipe down, this is a public establishment! Connor hissed before stating more gently,
"We will continue out back."
He glanced back at Jack, who narrowly avoided his gaze, before he left, Joseph shuffling behind him.
And now, the chase. He waited a moment, finishing his coffee before rising to leave. He paused next to her table, glancing down. She was reading a book, or at least trying to. He couldn't tell by her fustrated face. He didn't know why but he wanted to say something, anything to her before he left. Leaving in silence wouldn't do her justice.
"I think I will introduce myself." He snarked, smirking as he left the cafe to chase his target.
The coffee came moments later, the boy doing his best to smile and scowl at the same time before returning to his post. What had he done to deserve that? The coffee was almost as bitter as she was when she left but with unfathomable depth and richness. He didn't get to savour it for long as the telltale jingle of some one entering sounded. His quarry. He smiled widely at his coffee before peeking back to where his prey now sat. Directly across from Connor. Now, what would a white-collar businessman like Joseph Selkes be doing with a man like Connor? Surely, nothing good. He so loved it when a plot came together.
They tried to whisper, but they weren't nearly as good as they thought they were. Even if he had to strain to hear them, it wasn't that hard.
"So, the usual?" said Connor, his voice almost as colorful as the rest of him.
"YES, THE USUAL." the other said monotonously, just a little too loud for Connor's liking. He slapped him on the arm to which Joseph only frowned.
"Pipe down, this is a public establishment! Connor hissed before stating more gently,
"We will continue out back."
He glanced back at Jack, who narrowly avoided his gaze, before he left, Joseph shuffling behind him.
And now, the chase. He waited a moment, finishing his coffee before rising to leave. He paused next to her table, glancing down. She was reading a book, or at least trying to. He couldn't tell by her fustrated face. He didn't know why but he wanted to say something, anything to her before he left. Leaving in silence wouldn't do her justice.
"I think I will introduce myself." He snarked, smirking as he left the cafe to chase his target.
bump?
I'd still be interested in a Metal Gear rp or even a Metroid one.
The desert has always been harsh and unforgiving, permanently unknowable by nature. Even before the legend, there was the man. Long before he became the 60 billion double dollar man, he was a simple wanderer. Finding his brother took a backseat to his exploration of the towns scattered amidst the dunes. This is the story of the humanoid typhoon and the lives he touched. This is the Aria of July.
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-If you don't post for a long time its okay, just post when you can.
-Let's have fun and work together?
Rules are few:
-Minimum post length of one to two paragraphs
-If you don't post for a long time its okay, just post when you can.
-Let's have fun and work together?
I'm still up for it.
A cop? She thought he was a cop? He probably did look like one with his plain clothing in this crazy place. He shook his head, looking at the way she gently pushed her hair from her face. What she said was probably true, but he couldn't know what to do otherwise. Lucky in cases, unlucky in love his friends teased. He didn't understand why they called him Blackjack, but it fit somehow.
"Er...Hunt witches? What?!" He murmured, more to himself than anyone else.
He had his own thoughts about the occult, but most often he left it out of his professional work. He had the notion that they might, might exist on his strangest days, but they were kept only a part of his thoughts, nothing more. Did this coffeehouse-No he wouldn't believe it. Not without proof. And clothing alone was not enough to prove his suspicions. She suddenly spoke to the entering stranger. In recognition? He had no reason to suspect him yet, but at least he now had a name. He checked his watch again. 7 minutes till...
Curiosity nagged at him. Did she know everyone here? Or just him? Regardless of his involvement or not with his clients husband or not, he was curious. He couldn't resist these urges, not now, not ever. It was his nature to question and be curious, regardless of the consequences.
"What do you know about him? Is it just an acquaintance thing or..." He questioned cautiously. He had to appear casual, especially if she thought he was a cop.
"Er...Hunt witches? What?!" He murmured, more to himself than anyone else.
He had his own thoughts about the occult, but most often he left it out of his professional work. He had the notion that they might, might exist on his strangest days, but they were kept only a part of his thoughts, nothing more. Did this coffeehouse-No he wouldn't believe it. Not without proof. And clothing alone was not enough to prove his suspicions. She suddenly spoke to the entering stranger. In recognition? He had no reason to suspect him yet, but at least he now had a name. He checked his watch again. 7 minutes till...
Curiosity nagged at him. Did she know everyone here? Or just him? Regardless of his involvement or not with his clients husband or not, he was curious. He couldn't resist these urges, not now, not ever. It was his nature to question and be curious, regardless of the consequences.
"What do you know about him? Is it just an acquaintance thing or..." He questioned cautiously. He had to appear casual, especially if she thought he was a cop.
Murkuro was bored. More than bored with his life here, secluded inside his ramshackle hut . Not that there was anything else to do except steal some more. His horde of Pokes shined in the corner with the light that filtered through the cracks of the shack. Going to town didn't seem like an option, not with all the filthy brats there. Even stealing had lost its luster, it now seemed more like a chore. But it was the only thing he could do to spend the time before he became unconscious. Grabbing a twig from the hut he exited his house to hunt for prey.
Inflora Forest was as colorful as ever, with all its bright little brats seeking battle and rescue. The Foongus were difficult to faint but most often gave great profit. Which is why he targeted those weakened by its toxins. Another novice team, few wins in and eager for glory. Too eager. They were nearly wiped out by the poison, if not their own pitiful stats. It seemed almost cruel to knock them out and rob them blind. Almost. Brats should have known better than to get cocky. Swinging the money pouch in wing over his shoulder, he took off for another floor. This system continued for another hour or so before he retired back to his hut. That had bored him far too quickly. Maybe he would travel into town after all.
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The stranger scowled, glaring at the menacing figure before her.
" You don't have any friends?! No wonder with that menacing aura about you. Come back to me when you have at least 4 friends, then we'll talk."
The Lopunny upturned her nose, walking away from the fustrated Zangoose.
"Come on, I even offered you money!" Tizuko shouted before turning his back. " Nobody wants to be my friend because of this damn face of mine....*Sigh*"
Slowly, he skulked away from the town, more depressed than irritated, back towards his home.
Inflora Forest was as colorful as ever, with all its bright little brats seeking battle and rescue. The Foongus were difficult to faint but most often gave great profit. Which is why he targeted those weakened by its toxins. Another novice team, few wins in and eager for glory. Too eager. They were nearly wiped out by the poison, if not their own pitiful stats. It seemed almost cruel to knock them out and rob them blind. Almost. Brats should have known better than to get cocky. Swinging the money pouch in wing over his shoulder, he took off for another floor. This system continued for another hour or so before he retired back to his hut. That had bored him far too quickly. Maybe he would travel into town after all.
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The stranger scowled, glaring at the menacing figure before her.
" You don't have any friends?! No wonder with that menacing aura about you. Come back to me when you have at least 4 friends, then we'll talk."
The Lopunny upturned her nose, walking away from the fustrated Zangoose.
"Come on, I even offered you money!" Tizuko shouted before turning his back. " Nobody wants to be my friend because of this damn face of mine....*Sigh*"
Slowly, he skulked away from the town, more depressed than irritated, back towards his home.
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