[ OOCly I knew what it'd be but this is Wolfwood's first time in Vash's childhood bedroom. He obviously recognises Knives, and he can make a limited guess on who the lady is even though he's only heard Vash mention her a handful of times.
He has worn the sweater it's like thinner material and somewhat of a loose fit. ]
Wanted a bit of a break before we go walkin' around again. Ain't a crime, is it?
[ They traveled so much Vash let him have this!! Is what he says to be mildly belligerent as is his tendency. Of course, no bite in it. ]
Since Wolfwood is dry in both humor and physical state, Vash pauses in his hair towel drying to ruffle Wolfwood's hair... And basically make it a little damp again. Oops. ]
It isn't. I'm thinking of sticking to my room a little longer... [ But before he lets those words trail on the silence for too long, he speaks again. ] Got something to fidget with?
[ Debatable, even short hair takes longer than 15 minutes but here we are again.
He makes a vague grunt of agreement and tosses the little ratchet wrench to Vash. It's just something he has for emergency fixes on the Punisher or formerly Angelina. Have the fidget toy that isn't really a fidget toy. ]
[ Tempting to ruffle again, but he has new fake toy. Vash takes the wrench and plays with it a little as best as he can with one hand. There's something about how tactile it is to spin the knob around, then the noise from it. He finds it pleasing. ]
This reminds me... [ Vash's eyes travel to the familiar cross, his partner's heavy ass mercy motif. ] How much storage does the Punisher even have? I feel like sometimes you... Just have stuff.
[ What else it aside from that... Vash thinks despite knowing it's a giant weapon full of more weapons. Wolfwood just proves again... That it's full of weapons. ]
[ He's chilling. He's just got his chin tilted up since he's seated as Vash approaches, energy of dog who isn't bothering to get up but will do the eye squinty thing when pet. ]
[ So they get stuff done. In their church. You know? Vash is basically sitting next to Wolfwood, but on the edge of his bed instead of the floor. He continues to fix his hair, brushing his bangs a bit so he can admire his eyes for a moment.
Bangs can be brushed back into place now as he stands back up, hands on his hips as he ponders. ]
Well, I wanted to say 'hi' to some more people. [ He means everyone. ] Check in with the kids.
[ Kids (general) not kids (specifically the orphanage). ]
Most. Doesn't mean I'm the only one on the entire planet that does.
[ Wow way to generalise, Mr. Love & Peace & Acceptance. He just makes the slightest wrinkle of his nose as his bangs are briefly brushed away just to be brushed back. His brows were raised when he made eye contact. What's that goofy look for. ]
So, meet-n-greet, round 2, basically.
[ He starts getting up with a grunt. He may as well make sure his hair really is dry enough (damp, not wet) and that he looks presentable for good measure before they start roaming around again... by which, it's really Vash roaming around, and Wolfwood lurks. ]
[ I said hands on his hips last tag, but he doesn't have his other arm attached. Just pretend his half arm moved in the same way as if he could place that hand on his hip.
He'll attach it now before looking over his shoulder to Wolfwood. ]
Yeah, basically. [ ... ] If you wanted to stay here and relax some more, that's fine, too. I can come back to pick you up and we'll eat dinner at the cafeteria.
[ It's a long travel and he knows the nerves were wound tight as they ascended to this peak. With that, he starts getting dressed, but in his other set of casual clothes that make him look like just a guy. ]
[ It's a vibe, and he still has one arm. It's good enough. ]
The hell am I gonna do sittin' around 'til the afternoon?
[ It may arguably be worse. It's a nice room with a bit of homeliness to it, but he could use the exercise anyway. 'Exercise', like trailing around the ship is remotely more strenuous than dragging themselves through the sands, but hey.
That is to say yeah he'll come along. Cross ready because he won't know what to do with his hands otherwise, waiting for Vash to give the okay to go. ]
[ With their two suns, midday naps are kind of a thing, aren't they. Anyway, he gives Wolfwood a soft smile after he worms his head out of the hoodie. Will Wolfwood also hoodie...
When they're ready, they can leave the room and take a nice walk through the ship halls. Like Wolfwood, Vash doesn't leave without his gun. Even if no living bounty hunter can compare to Knives' band of crazies, you never know. ]
How much did you get to see of the colony, anyway?
[ He's curious since they left rather quick last time. ]
He doesn't have a hoodie he has a normal sweater, nice loose but not too-loose fit. ]
Eh.
[ He'll consider the nap. He's thinking about the question because... well... he followed Vash into the open room where Leonov awaited, and he fled up to safety on an upper beam pathway. And then tanked Ninelives down into the depths, probably something like storage hull. He frowns a little bit -- his memory of the entire event is a bit hazy between adrenaline and delirium, but he remembers the trails of red, staining all the walls with that freak's blood. Their arm crushed and torn off under a door.
He blinks vaguely, the image in his mind contrasting sharply with the clean and white walls now. That must've been a nasty clean-up for the folks here. ]
...Not a lot. We weren't here for sightseeing, you know.
[ Wolfwood really decided murderous flashback instead of them waking up at the hospital and him being able to waddle around a little before they booked it. Vash doesn't know what's going through his mind, so he offers a usual smile before he reaches for his hand.
It's only a hook of two fingers, stepping ahead so he can string Wolfwood along. ]
I can give you a proper tour then! [ He only slows down to whisper to Wolfwood: ] We can check on Angelina first.
[ He had to stay in their hospital ward and Vash was with him almost the entire time there so he would know what Wolfwood's seen then. What Vash doesn't know is Ninelives Murder Power Hour.
He doesn't reach out but he doesn't pull back at Vash hooking some fingers together. He ups his pace at Vash's non-verbal urging, but like, in a half-assed way.
He makes a slight face when he's whispered to, not expecting him to suddenly slow down or say that so conspiratorially. He can only huff and scoff, unwilling to admit how that topic shift definitely got his attention. ]
[ Listen... Vash waddles off on his own to check out the cryo sleep chamber for a bit while Wolfwood gossiped with Luida. They were separated for a little bit!!
He definitely said that in hopes that it keeps Wolfwood's mind off of anything stress or tension over his kids and Melanie being within arms-length... And their inevitable encounter. Comfort bike! ]
Well, she's at the workshop, so we're going there first. [ His thumb brushes over Wolfwood's fingers in his hand as he leads them along. It is still as affectionate as handholding. ] The Gravity Plant should be near there, so I'll see her and check how she's doing after.
[ What you need gravity for. The funny part really is that Wolfwood is one of my less educated characters so I have free reign to be stupid about science-y matters, I'm free. ]
[ Right. He never explained ever—well, Wolfwood never asked? Granted, he kind of remembers having to explain what a satellite was. The one in space, not the radio ones.
He keeps leading them. They'll take this little lift. ]
You know how the colony is floating above the sand sea?
[ HE KNOWS WHAT A SATELLITE IS. He was just trying to figure out the absolute massive scale of it that entailed sending signals back to the Old World and all. That's wild. ]
. . . Alright?
[ Go on. He can connect the dots but still. And maybe a bit surprised Vash is okay with this, maybe? Sort of. ]
[ Listen... Wolfwood just seemed lost. Like now, but it looks like he? Is pieceing stuff? Maybe? Vash thinks Wolfwood is good at deduction overall, sometimes to a scary degree.
With his free hand, he kind of draws in the air where the ship is... And then where the plant would be, then motions that it lifts the ship up into the air, deep within the clouds. ]
Most plants are the type that draw in energy and a number of them specialize in a field. Think food, water, light—stuff like that. Gravity's one, too. [ Their lift is reaching their floor. ] She was doing well the last time I saw her.
[ He can understand a decent amount of things on paper... whether it makes sense with everything else is sometimes another question. ]
Is it what would've gotten the ship into the air before?
[ Once again, the absolute insane power that energy-generating plants hold is so incomprehensible. It's like the same idea of being a poor person unable to comprehend the flow of billions of dollars of cash in the economy -- he's just a speck. ]
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He has worn the sweater it's like thinner material and somewhat of a loose fit. ]
Wanted a bit of a break before we go walkin' around again. Ain't a crime, is it?
[ They traveled so much Vash let him have this!! Is what he says to be mildly belligerent as is his tendency. Of course, no bite in it. ]
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Since Wolfwood is dry in both humor and physical state, Vash pauses in his hair towel drying to ruffle Wolfwood's hair... And basically make it a little damp again. Oops. ]
It isn't. I'm thinking of sticking to my room a little longer... [ But before he lets those words trail on the silence for too long, he speaks again. ] Got something to fidget with?
[ He heard the little metal clicking earlier. ]
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[ Debatable, even short hair takes longer than 15 minutes but here we are again.
He makes a vague grunt of agreement and tosses the little ratchet wrench to Vash. It's just something he has for emergency fixes on the Punisher or formerly Angelina. Have the fidget toy that isn't really a fidget toy. ]
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[ Tempting to ruffle again, but he has new fake toy. Vash takes the wrench and plays with it a little as best as he can with one hand. There's something about how tactile it is to spin the knob around, then the noise from it. He finds it pleasing. ]
This reminds me... [ Vash's eyes travel to the familiar cross, his partner's heavy ass mercy motif. ] How much storage does the Punisher even have? I feel like sometimes you... Just have stuff.
[ But Wolfwood doesn't carry a bag. ]
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[ He is absolutely bullshitting. ]
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[ It's still funny to him, though. ]
I'm guessing a lunch box and a tool box's worth.
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[ Gestures vaguely to it. ]
Middle compartment can hold a lotta extra handguns, but if I keep it empty, it serves as pretty good free space.
[ Not like, a whole lot, but it's also not like he exactly walks around with much. ]
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[ What else it aside from that... Vash thinks despite knowing it's a giant weapon full of more weapons. Wolfwood just proves again... That it's full of weapons. ]
It also fits your confessional box?
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[ Does that answer anything. ]
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[ Would Wolfwood mind if Vash fixes his hair a little with small, tiny touches. ]
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[ He's chilling. He's just got his chin tilted up since he's seated as Vash approaches, energy of dog who isn't bothering to get up but will do the eye squinty thing when pet. ]
So, what's the plan?
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[ So they get stuff done. In their church. You know? Vash is basically sitting next to Wolfwood, but on the edge of his bed instead of the floor. He continues to fix his hair, brushing his bangs a bit so he can admire his eyes for a moment.
Bangs can be brushed back into place now as he stands back up, hands on his hips as he ponders. ]
Well, I wanted to say 'hi' to some more people. [ He means everyone. ] Check in with the kids.
[ Kids (general) not kids (specifically the orphanage). ]
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[ Wow way to generalise, Mr. Love & Peace & Acceptance. He just makes the slightest wrinkle of his nose as his bangs are briefly brushed away just to be brushed back. His brows were raised when he made eye contact. What's that goofy look for. ]
So, meet-n-greet, round 2, basically.
[ He starts getting up with a grunt. He may as well make sure his hair really is dry enough (damp, not wet) and that he looks presentable for good measure before they start roaming around again... by which, it's really Vash roaming around, and Wolfwood lurks. ]
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He'll attach it now before looking over his shoulder to Wolfwood. ]
Yeah, basically. [ ... ] If you wanted to stay here and relax some more, that's fine, too. I can come back to pick you up and we'll eat dinner at the cafeteria.
[ It's a long travel and he knows the nerves were wound tight as they ascended to this peak. With that, he starts getting dressed, but in his other set of casual clothes that make him look like just a guy. ]
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The hell am I gonna do sittin' around 'til the afternoon?
[ It may arguably be worse. It's a nice room with a bit of homeliness to it, but he could use the exercise anyway. 'Exercise', like trailing around the ship is remotely more strenuous than dragging themselves through the sands, but hey.
That is to say yeah he'll come along. Cross ready because he won't know what to do with his hands otherwise, waiting for Vash to give the okay to go. ]
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[ With their two suns, midday naps are kind of a thing, aren't they. Anyway, he gives Wolfwood a soft smile after he worms his head out of the hoodie. Will Wolfwood also hoodie...
When they're ready, they can leave the room and take a nice walk through the ship halls. Like Wolfwood, Vash doesn't leave without his gun. Even if no living bounty hunter can compare to Knives' band of crazies, you never know. ]
How much did you get to see of the colony, anyway?
[ He's curious since they left rather quick last time. ]
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He doesn't have a hoodie he has a normal sweater, nice loose but not too-loose fit. ]
Eh.
[ He'll consider the nap. He's thinking about the question because... well... he followed Vash into the open room where Leonov awaited, and he fled up to safety on an upper beam pathway. And then tanked Ninelives down into the depths, probably something like storage hull. He frowns a little bit -- his memory of the entire event is a bit hazy between adrenaline and delirium, but he remembers the trails of red, staining all the walls with that freak's blood. Their arm crushed and torn off under a door.
He blinks vaguely, the image in his mind contrasting sharply with the clean and white walls now. That must've been a nasty clean-up for the folks here. ]
...Not a lot. We weren't here for sightseeing, you know.
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It's only a hook of two fingers, stepping ahead so he can string Wolfwood along. ]
I can give you a proper tour then! [ He only slows down to whisper to Wolfwood: ] We can check on Angelina first.
[ Then pulls ahead again. Let's go, let's go! ]
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He doesn't reach out but he doesn't pull back at Vash hooking some fingers together. He ups his pace at Vash's non-verbal urging, but like, in a half-assed way.
He makes a slight face when he's whispered to, not expecting him to suddenly slow down or say that so conspiratorially. He can only huff and scoff, unwilling to admit how that topic shift definitely got his attention. ]
What're you gonna show me?
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He definitely said that in hopes that it keeps Wolfwood's mind off of anything stress or tension over his kids and Melanie being within arms-length... And their inevitable encounter. Comfort bike! ]
Well, she's at the workshop, so we're going there first. [ His thumb brushes over Wolfwood's fingers in his hand as he leads them along. It is still as affectionate as handholding. ] The Gravity Plant should be near there, so I'll see her and check how she's doing after.
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[ What you need gravity for. The funny part really is that Wolfwood is one of my less educated characters so I have free reign to be stupid about science-y matters, I'm free. ]
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[ Right. He never explained ever—well, Wolfwood never asked? Granted, he kind of remembers having to explain what a satellite was. The one in space, not the radio ones.
He keeps leading them. They'll take this little lift. ]
You know how the colony is floating above the sand sea?
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. . . Alright?
[ Go on. He can connect the dots but still. And maybe a bit surprised Vash is okay with this, maybe? Sort of. ]
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With his free hand, he kind of draws in the air where the ship is... And then where the plant would be, then motions that it lifts the ship up into the air, deep within the clouds. ]
Most plants are the type that draw in energy and a number of them specialize in a field. Think food, water, light—stuff like that. Gravity's one, too. [ Their lift is reaching their floor. ] She was doing well the last time I saw her.
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Is it what would've gotten the ship into the air before?
[ Once again, the absolute insane power that energy-generating plants hold is so incomprehensible. It's like the same idea of being a poor person unable to comprehend the flow of billions of dollars of cash in the economy -- he's just a speck. ]
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