OOC: Thank you sweetheart, I won it out of a cauldron.

Oh well. That was when we were free and wild, fresh to the buffet of words just awaiting our use. Now, however... 

... I still wanna make changes xDD I came up with an alternative name for Hurjad which I prefer so much more, but I'm gonna keep that one under wraps. Unlike Tevereo, fuzzychin is using a fake name. Protect identities and stuff.

I was talking about Vashers but there we go xD I was thinking, "I've probably made it appear directed at le Haran lads". Mebbe that's why she's so obsessed with him being there for her rescue. Wants to see some nice manly bulk, since the Doctor's pretty skinny and Shade is... well, tiny.

And maan. Knives can be really catty when he tries hard enough xD I had to check up "dolt" though. The result did make me giggle. 

Nohnoh, 'tis fine. :3 Some more running around won't hurt (us, at least). I, er, apologise if anything I write borders on being godmoding, too xD

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OoC: Welp. School's started up again. ;( No more spending the evening and the start of the next day writing and then waiting anxiously for the rest of the morning. Having a mini heart-attack over every alert that appears and making this ridiculous face at everything you ever say.
Well I'll probably still have mini heart-attacks and make dumb faces but.
Also aaaa I always feel like saying feels instead of feet sounds really creepy somehow. Oh, you're just a feel away baby ooh.
Ah, well. It'll just have to sound creepy. I mean, hey. While the poor guy is getting paired up with Tevereo and Shade why not pile the Doctor on too? 8Y

Oh crap oh crap he had Shade he had her by the neck he was going to kill her this was so bad this was really really bad.

Vash should have seen this coming he should have at least not panicked so much it wasn't exactly the first time Knives had pulled something like this. But he didn't, it came like a sledgehammer out of nowhere and busted him in the face and left him scrambling to get back up. The Plant fumbled with Wolfwood's gun and dropped it on the floor and while he scrambled to grab it up again he heard Shade's indignant choking voice and the Doctor's all firm and threatening and oh god they were all going to kill each other he had to do something before everything went all to hell even more than it already had.

"Just leave it, Spiky!" It was Wolfwood's voice again, loud and gravelly and urgent. "It doesn't matter, I've got a damn dozen guns over here, just take another one, or use yours or something!" He threw another
across the space just behind Shade's back, and another one after that when the first just clattered at Vash's feet. "Stop standing there staring at me, you idiot, shoot him already! Tackle him! Something!"

"But I-"

"Oh don't you dare start whinin' about your goddamn morals. Now is not the time, all right? If you won't do it then I will, so unless you really want yer insane brother riddled with a whole crapload of mercy, then get your ass movin'."

-

Of course. There he was, weapon in hand. The absolute worst man here to turn a person's back on and Knives did exactly that. Great. Just great. Perfect. Now he had to deal with both of these buffoons with their claws and their loud noises at the same time, and keep an eye on the other two too. As if the other two were much to worry about. Chapel already tried once and just couldn't do it, at least not before Legato found him, and Vash.. well, Vash was Vash. He couldn't squish a tarantula if it bit him in the ass.

"Well, Doctor." Knives still kept his fingers curled tight around the cat's neck. No reason to let go yet. This guy sure didn't have the spine to try anything either - he kept making faces now and then at Vash, ever since he'd walked through those doors and starting blabbering on about principles and his noggin a hell of a lot else. Probably looking for some kind of okay he was never gonna get. "Have you stopped to think that hey, maybe you just got a lucky shot? You caught me off-guard. Whoops, wasn't paying attention, you got me. Big deal. That was a few hundred feels away - you were all safe and sound with a little space between us. But without the help of your fancy little tools I have a feeling you're not much good in a fight. Right? Obviously. That thing misses and you're as damn good as dead, I bet."

And just what the hell were they doing? Playing Marco Polo? They'd been yelling like morons for the past couple minutes, and it-

Oh. Oh damn. Knives growled a sigh. Of course that was it.

"Why are you pointing that stupid clumsy thing in my face?"

"Just do what he said, Knives. Let her go. Please."

Knives shrunk back a step. Just one. There was no way he was backing down, hell no. But.. damnit, he should have at least noticed all that commotion sooner than this. Sooner than having at least a dozen bullets and a whole lot of noise aimed for his head. They may have been a bunch of cowards who couldn't pull a trigger without stopping to think about the morality of it for a week, but it'd take a dead man not to see that this was a hell of a bad place to be. Eventually someone had to move.

"Well," he started. At least a few sour words could always sucker them in. Every time, it was argue instead of act. Get all defensive and try to shoot some logic and understanding back. Frustrating as it got sometimes when he was actually trying to be serious, at least it could be pretty useful. "This is heartwarming isn't it? Everyone joins together to save the day and help the brave little kitty keep her head on straight. Bravo, good work team, that was just great. I'd applaud you if I didn't have my hands so full. You know how it.." Knives stopped short. Eyed the little blue light apparently about to blow his face off.

Absolutely perfect.

No time to lose while the Doctor was distracted. He shoved the cat away, let her fall wherever she might, grabbed the outstretched arm and wrenched it like a stubborn lever in the hopes of knocking that silly screwdriver to the ground. He might have gotten a little too enthusiastic over it but hey, no loss to him if some meddling schmuck got hurt. All that mattered right now was getting all these weapons somewhere that wasn't threatening to blast him full of holes.

OoC: Ah. Still working on this probably. Maybe. xD I have no idea if he should get shot yet though. I guess I'm probably gonna do it now unless you wanna get something in first.

OOC: I had to read all of that in school because my internets at home is becoming limiteed. And it's just as well only one person was in the room when I did xDD 

Oh, yes. It's kind of his job at the moment. Given the choice he'd be lounging about in the sun like a scaly winged kitty or something on his homeplanet, watching his brother try to learn how to swim. But nooo. Something's come up and he's gotta pick up random kids from across the galaxy for some, ooh, obscure reason... If he's gotta play dirty then he'll play dirty, regardless of whoever her hunky friends are. 

 My, my. Don't delude yourself, kid - I got the figure of a twelve-year-old boy. Curves? What curves?  As my kind go, I'm just a young'un. Got some filling out to do yet. Still... I should be woman enough for you babe. ;o By rule a dog's in her early twenties at three years old. Things balance out.

I'll chuck something quick in, just to maybe move it along. 

There it was again. That... drawing feeling. It was like the pull of the tide if you stood on the beach with the white foam splitting around your ankles. The soft sink of the sand under your toes. Except it wasn't just physical. Mauturi had begun to ebb quietly away in his head, like a prawn struggling about in a shallow net.  

He dropped to the floor and pushed one hand under her knees and the other under her back. Without the leather coat's weight she almost flew up. 

Tevereo joined his brother's side in the symmetry of the carvings. By now, a thin la[injection]yer of dust had begun to float a few millimetres above the fine trenches like a grainy, fragile mist. Hurjad cast his clear face down the silver ring around his brother's right thumb - the twin of his own. 

"Make the last lines," Hurjad asked. 

"Are you sure? Ces doesn't even have a ring."

"That's why I'm holding her, and it worked with the others. I wouldn't be trying this if I knew it would fail."

"Alright..."

Tevereo lifted a hand with his palm facing downward, then cast his hand aside horizontally and a corresponding line crumbled through the dirt. The air then seemed to... jump. Like he'd landed heavily in a pool of water. The dust dropped to the ground. Hurjad tightened his hold. Clenched his jaw. 

OOC: Gotta go...

OOC: Okay, just feel like I oughtta mention this. A lawng while back, over a year ago, i had a dream that i was a spy agent thingy bouncing about John Carter style across a Tatooine-type lanet. Except one of the science teachers at school was chasing me (also wearing leather... ;_;). As we sprang about over a littel town, he shot me. But guess where. 

That's right. In the leg. 

Then the dream ended with me lying about all leathery and bleeding surrounded by people enjoying the sun in an outside cafe.

From what I experienced (hah), it numbs your leg near-instantly. And the bullet is really hot, kind of burning. A little scalding seed of sizzlingness just wedged in your muscle. Goddamn painful even if it was my imagination's doing xD But it was also... Enlightening.

Ohman i love my iPod Touch :D

Oh. Oh hell.

Suddenly on top of all the yelling and the panic and the chaos there was a ring of thunder. An explosion, a typhoon. Knives let go of the Doctor's twisted arm. Stumbled back a step. Two. There was a burning. A horrible burning deep in his chest. Making every breath harsh, ragged. Wasn't the familiar heat of skin turning to metal or feathers popping up like little flames, no. More like.. the dry unbearable sear of the suns balled up and buried in all this goddamn blood.

How could there even be this much blood, it was everywhere, on everything. Like sand but harder to get out of a nice outfit. Damn. His hands couldn't come close to holding it all, they were just red soaking wet, rags trying to hold up a river, a kid yelling at the wind to stop a sandstorm. Hopeless, useless, pointless.

And there was Vash, all huge eyes and panic. Like he just saw someone fall off a building or get run over by a steamer or both. He gibbered something about missing. He did it wrong he got distracted it wasn't right. Stupid goddamn if this was a miss then that was a puppy, an adorable puppy that just happened to be made of lead stop standing there staring shaking pathetic you dumbass oh god there was the pain the flood of it someone was ramming him through the chest with a dagger pouring liquid fire all over his insides he could hardly even breathe it wouldn't stop it wouldn't stop.

Knives hit the ground before the gun did.

A panicked shout, and Vash was at his side like lightning.

OOC: Aw c'mon. I was wondering why the page was so broad. :x Whatcanwedoooo.

I'll try to make a quick post while I'm allowed on, but may I just say - you succeeded in making that post epic. You can really build up some tension, my beloved dinosaur. Bravo. <3

OOC: Excellent. RR needed to lose some weight. Being fat never suited him. Her. It. 

It's bad enough I think of my characters as real people, now I'm imagining the thread they run around in is an entity. 8(

Maybe she's been stalking this thread and just. Knows. Because that is a really, really awesome coincidence xD

"What the-"

It ripped through the dark and stretched across the desert like a thunderclap. It took Hurjad a moment to remember what the noise was - up in the sky, it hadn't felt like a storm was imminent at all. No veins of white flickered on the horizon. No bite in the air. Then it sped up on him like the noise, that memory, of Ces' crew waving those... guns around. Hurjad blinked.

He wasn't scared of a lot - a lot tended to be scared of him - but those ominous little weapons put him on edge, right at the precipice of fear, hanging out over the chasm of uncertainty. They bellowed out seeds of anguish faster than you could see, that tore through bone and muscle, that grew roots of red that ran down your chest or your neck or your leg and bloomed like scarlet flowers across your clothes. Weeds, happy to grow anywhere.

They'd only had time to snap their heads around like startled deer before Tevereo's line met the point of the Burrow's mark, and the ground gave a jump. Of course it didn't actually move. But it felt like it, under their feet. The whole of Gunsmoke seemed to shrink. The stars looked like they were flexing, expanding, exploding. Or were their eyes just growing narrower?

Then the world flashed green and he thudded against something... jaw-juttingly hard. He was lying on the ground, on his back, looking up at the blue sky, with grass tickling his ears. The planet Theslern was bonded to hung in the sky like a cloudy bauble, half-lit by their sun, and another moon hovered on the opposite end of the sky, still never any closer to escape. Light stretched out everywhere, splashing colour across the forest of his homeplanet. No more stars now.

He turned his head. Tevereo was lying a few feet away with his bright hair tousled, a little flushed but still in one annoying, streamlined piece. Except, his eyes were frantic. Then Hurjad realized his arms were empty.

He sat up but the world decided to swivel itself around him, make the trees jump about. He touched his chest with his hands as if trying to catch an eel. Then he sighed angrily and reclined into the rolling stalks of lime. 

"Toldya," came a quiet, hesitant murmur from somewhere on his left.

-

On Gunsmoke, there was just the darkness, the glyphs all scratched out and ruined, and Ces' silver coat, sitting in the wash of the moons, growing colder. There wasn't a noise or a shout of thunder to reply to Vash's gunshot. Not even a questionable shimmer of the air, or a tendril of smoke casually unravelling upwards in the windless dark like a wispy ribbon.

"IM TIRED OF YOU, YOU LOSERS. CAN'T YOU LEARN TO FIGHT AND NOT FALL ON YOUR BUTTS. STUPIDS. YOU NEED TO BE MORE MANLY LIKE ME OKAY. THAT'S WHAT CHICKS DIG."

Then his robot hand turned into a lasergun and he zapped everybody and then they were dead and he walked over to the control panel and zapped it. It showed a picture of Ces lying in some grass. She was super sexy.

"IM COMIN FOR YA BABE."

And then he teleported there and punched those lameface brothers in the, uh.. face. They died instantly. He picked Ces up and told her a dramatic speech and she woke up and said I love you Vash oh youre my hero and they smooched it up for like a year straight because they're immortal they have time to do that.

The end.

OOC: ... 

I'd make a sequel but you killed them all off. Unless OHWAIT.

... Harans can be brought back to leif. 

...

So many full stops.

Nah, I wouldn't be able to make it as brilliant as yours. Follow-ons almost always suck xD

OOC: Bump.

OOC: Two bumps.

OoC: ... Why do I find it so adorable that you say full stops.
Miss Davies, you are absolutely kawaii.

"I know that, I-" The Plant's voice was weak, breathless. A starving shivery injured little (anime) animal. No, no, god no this wasn't how it was supposed to happen, this wasn't right. It was supposed to be an arm, a leg, a complete miss even - just not this. Anything but this. "I know he- I know he could." Damn, did that look bad. Really bad. Vash ripped the bloody cloth open some more, fingers frantic and trembly and already covered in feathers. "I think it went.. went through one of his lungs, he's not breathing right and I think the bullet's still in there and-"

Suddenly a piercing violent cough ripped away, an aching creeping horrible pain there was practically a hot iron setting Vash's ribs ablaze (wITH PASSION). It took a minute to quiet down and even then he still couldn't get a good breath in without it trying to force its way out again. He let out a jagged painful sigh. Knives sure as heck knew how to make a big deal out of things, even if he was unconscious. "I hope an- any nearby towns have some backup generators. They're gonna be having a hard time with their Plants right about now. I.. god, I've gotta fix this, I have to help-"

Another coughing fit. Ugh. Fine. He fell silent, started rummaging through his pockets like there was no tomorrow. Well, there might not be one for Knives if he didn't do something fast. All this blood already it was so everywhere and there was just more coming the whole time. No. No he shook his head, kept searching. Where did they get off to? Wadded up papers and bullet casings and bits of sand and old crumbly things that probably used to be donuts.. No, no, dammit no. Where were they, where were they?

"Oh c'mon, where did I put my bandages? They're not.." He paused, looked around aimlessly. Wait. Wait, the Doctor. His eyes implored the Time Lord, good god please help please Vash couldn't handle this by himself not this time.

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