[ 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. ]
[ Vash strokes his chin with the free hand now, wondering... ]
If the engine and turbines for the ship are inoperable, even with maintenance and repair, then a gravity plant would make a good last resort. Otherwise, I read their main purpose is regulating gravity on different planets for humans... No Man's Land turned out fine, so! Pretty lucky!
[ Wolfwood feeling like a little guy despite not being a little guy. Vash pulls him along into the hallway, then through. A nippy draft wisps past them, with a hint of fresh desert air. Eventually, with the crank and clank of metal gates winding open, they are at the workshop!
A lot of engineering happening here. Angelina... Angelina is ahead... ]
[ Half-muttered to himself because what an absolutely insane statement. Humans really were too overdependent on plants. He doesn't have much of a comment beyond that because it's not like he's the curious type to poke and delve into it -- he's heard enough. He's glad... that she's apparently doing well...? Apparently.
He's pulled through the workshop. ]
What else do you make here, anyway...
[ Not that he's sure if Vash knows since he's only here such a small portion of the time, relatively speaking. But this was his home for a bit, so. Maybe he does. ]
[ Wolfwood is right about him spending a very short amount of time in the colony... When he was younger, he stayed longer, but what they fix up in the workshop has changed over the decade, you know? ]
They maintain and upgrade the smaller spaceships. [ Strokes his chin. ] I remember someone bringing in a broken toaster one time.
[ And Wolfwood may see there are some broken electronics and appliances. A couple of them look important, some are different just stuff for the kitchen, and lastly there are new creations. I'm just going to throw around that they're colony ship augments to keep it weathering the natural elements.
There seems to be a project to recreate anti-gravity technology to lessen the burden on their plant.
HOWEVER, Angelina is found with fixing vehicles and ships section. She looks great. ]
Fixin' up anything from toasters to spaceships... what a resume.
[ Marlon and subsequently Brad really are talented. Unfortunately he stops paying attention or thinking the moment he sees Angelina. He does not ask for permission because this is his bike anyway and immediately goes to check the state of her.
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Technically in his canonpoint it didn't happen yet but in his backdated downloaded memories... he rode it to the orphanage... and then idr what happened but I don't think she got blown up to pieces or anything. It's still nice to see her all polished up though. This is his singular hobby. ]
[ Stop. They probably have a small team of engineers and handymen... I've assigned trigun engineers incapable of fixing a toaster, though. Well! He's glad Wolfwood's happy and he stays close to simply watch him glow, matching vibes.
She is a Little Different. There's a simple cross design on her new fuel tank cover. ]
[ They keep augmenting the toaster and not every engineer knows what happened to the frakentoasters.
It's engraved, but smoothing his thumb over the tank cover should tell him that Angelina got some new parts, basically. She's a whole new roman, but retains her original look and design. Vash breaks into some light confusion because this is also the first time he has seen the motorcycle after the makeover.
He peeks over and... ]
Uh... Looks like a cross to me? I guess they thought to add it for some flair.
Huh? The fuck they think they're doing, adding shit to Angelina while I'm not around?!
[ Just because he DIED? THAT WAS WEEKS AGO! THINGS CHANGE! He's not MAD mad but it's like the energy of when your brother goes and gets your dog a haircut but didn't tell you? Well maybe a slight bit above that because she really got a new tattoo. ]
[ If Vash actually contacted people, or at least his family, a normal amount they would have known about Wolfwood and it would be easier on all of them, wouldn't it. ]
You were dead, so... [ It's odd to vocalize, but he can say it. He knows a handful in the colony suspected Wolfwood's death even though they never asked him. Anyway, he's still unsure what to say because HE DOESN'T KNOW. ] I think they just wanted to remember you?
[ Leaning in, he peers at the design, then leans out to peer at it from a distance. Hmmmmm... He strokes his chin, tallying a grade. ]
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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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If the engine and turbines for the ship are inoperable, even with maintenance and repair, then a gravity plant would make a good last resort. Otherwise, I read their main purpose is regulating gravity on different planets for humans... No Man's Land turned out fine, so! Pretty lucky!
[ Wolfwood feeling like a little guy despite not being a little guy. Vash pulls him along into the hallway, then through. A nippy draft wisps past them, with a hint of fresh desert air. Eventually, with the crank and clank of metal gates winding open, they are at the workshop!
A lot of engineering happening here. Angelina... Angelina is ahead... ]
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[ Half-muttered to himself because what an absolutely insane statement. Humans really were too overdependent on plants. He doesn't have much of a comment beyond that because it's not like he's the curious type to poke and delve into it -- he's heard enough. He's glad... that she's apparently doing well...? Apparently.
He's pulled through the workshop. ]
What else do you make here, anyway...
[ Not that he's sure if Vash knows since he's only here such a small portion of the time, relatively speaking. But this was his home for a bit, so. Maybe he does. ]
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They maintain and upgrade the smaller spaceships. [ Strokes his chin. ] I remember someone bringing in a broken toaster one time.
[ And Wolfwood may see there are some broken electronics and appliances. A couple of them look important, some are different just stuff for the kitchen, and lastly there are new creations. I'm just going to throw around that they're colony ship augments to keep it weathering the natural elements.
There seems to be a project to recreate anti-gravity technology to lessen the burden on their plant.
HOWEVER, Angelina is found with fixing vehicles and ships section. She looks great. ]
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[ Marlon and subsequently Brad really are talented. Unfortunately he stops paying attention or thinking the moment he sees Angelina. He does not ask for permission because this is his bike anyway and immediately goes to check the state of her.
:O
ANGELINA
Technically in his canonpoint it didn't happen yet but in his backdated downloaded memories... he rode it to the orphanage... and then idr what happened but I don't think she got blown up to pieces or anything. It's still nice to see her all polished up though. This is his singular hobby. ]
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She is a Little Different. There's a simple cross design on her new fuel tank cover. ]
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His thumb passes over the cross design. Is this etched or is this a sticker? ]
What's this?
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It's engraved, but smoothing his thumb over the tank cover should tell him that Angelina got some new parts, basically. She's a whole new roman, but retains her original look and design. Vash breaks into some light confusion because this is also the first time he has seen the motorcycle after the makeover.
He peeks over and... ]
Uh... Looks like a cross to me? I guess they thought to add it for some flair.
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[ Just because he DIED? THAT WAS WEEKS AGO! THINGS CHANGE! He's not MAD mad but it's like the energy of when your brother goes and gets your dog a haircut but didn't tell you? Well maybe a slight bit above that because she really got a new tattoo. ]
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You were dead, so... [ It's odd to vocalize, but he can say it. He knows a handful in the colony suspected Wolfwood's death even though they never asked him. Anyway, he's still unsure what to say because HE DOESN'T KNOW. ] I think they just wanted to remember you?
[ Leaning in, he peers at the design, then leans out to peer at it from a distance. Hmmmmm... He strokes his chin, tallying a grade. ]
It looks cute on her!
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