[ 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.
: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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Ugh. Ughhhhh. He just makes such a pinched face and he can't even argue because what do you even say to something like that? He simmers down a bit glumly, looking at the cross etching. As long as it's not garish, he'll keep it. ]
Yeah, fine, whatever.
[ He'll stand up and give her a lookover on the rest, turn the handles to see how smooth they are. How many months has it been . . . he is imagining going on a joyride. ]
[ It isn't gaudy. It's minimalistic and classy... Easy to see, but doesn't take away from Angelina's everything. Handles, smooth. Material feels great under his hands. She feels good.
Vash knows nothing about vehicles, so he just watches Wolfwood appraise the motorcycle for a bit before watching his expression. ]
Think of it this way, you two could match. [ Said with little snickers. It really is cute to imagine... And seeing Wolfwood fussing over his beloved motorcycle brings him warmth. Very fond and it shows in his smile. ] You got a stupid look on your face.
You can kindly fuck off, we already looked good as it was.
[ I think she has some kind of cross pattern somewhere to begin with because there were 'Eye of Michael bought this motorbike' jokes but if I'm wrong well, it's written into reality now. ]
You're stupid.
[ IT REALLY IS JUST A CHILD RESPONSE stop cute aggressing his love for his bike. ]
[ I don't remember his motorcycle too well so I will trust you because your a priest man expert. He has lightly goth or Catholic motorcycle now.
He raises an eyebrow. ]
That all you got?
[ But before Wolfwood can quip back, Vash gives him a kiss on the cheek... Just in case he gets offended by whatever Wolfwood dishes out. He knows he won't feel the moment if to say... He feels like putting Wolfwood into a chokehold instead. ]
[ He can't even finish protesting because he gets AFFECTION in turn for his RUDENESS and that's rude in its own way. He scoffs!! And hands off his bike. ]
Anythin' else you wanna show me or is this the end of the tour?
[ Woah? He won instantly with just surprising Wolfwood with a bit of affection. Love comes easily to him, but the romantic gestures don't. This is still too funny, so unfortunately he laughs. The smile on his face is a little shitty, pleased, and of course incredibly fond.
Crossing his arms, he recalls his little tour plan. Let's see. ]
I did want to show you the orchard they started growing, but... Wanna take her for a lap first?
'Kay. We can ask someone here to give you a little drop-off!
[ Vash rolls to his tip toes and cranes his neck, searching for anyone here. There are a couple of little scientists and engineers, so he waves one over. They greet him with a sigh, then asks if Vash plans to only stick around for a couple of days.
With a little nervous laugh, he answers they're here for a bit (nebulous), but then inquires if they'd let Wolfwood ride his motorcycle back down on the earth. With a thumbs up, they bring out a dispatch ship to drop them off onto the sand. They get a little skipper and here we are, of course with a chaperone because Vash can't drive anything for his life.
Back on No Man's Land across the sea of sand. He's going to watch while leaning againt the little docked spaceship! Have fun. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
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?
no subject
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.
no subject
[ 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. ]
no subject
[ 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?
no subject
. . . Alright?
[ Go on. He can connect the dots but still. And maybe a bit surprised Vash is okay with this, maybe? Sort of. ]
no subject
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.
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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... ]
no subject
[ 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. ]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
[ 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. ]
no subject
She is a Little Different. There's a simple cross design on her new fuel tank cover. ]
no subject
His thumb passes over the cross design. Is this etched or is this a sticker? ]
What's this?
no subject
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.
no subject
[ 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. ]
no subject
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!
no subject
Yeah, fine, whatever.
[ He'll stand up and give her a lookover on the rest, turn the handles to see how smooth they are. How many months has it been . . . he is imagining going on a joyride. ]
no subject
Vash knows nothing about vehicles, so he just watches Wolfwood appraise the motorcycle for a bit before watching his expression. ]
Think of it this way, you two could match. [ Said with little snickers. It really is cute to imagine... And seeing Wolfwood fussing over his beloved motorcycle brings him warmth. Very fond and it shows in his smile. ] You got a stupid look on your face.
[ Bully. Very light cute aggression. ]
no subject
[ I think she has some kind of cross pattern somewhere to begin with because there were 'Eye of Michael bought this motorbike' jokes but if I'm wrong well, it's written into reality now. ]
You're stupid.
[ IT REALLY IS JUST A CHILD RESPONSE stop cute aggressing his love for his bike. ]
no subject
He raises an eyebrow. ]
That all you got?
[ But before Wolfwood can quip back, Vash gives him a kiss on the cheek... Just in case he gets offended by whatever Wolfwood dishes out. He knows he won't feel the moment if to say... He feels like putting Wolfwood into a chokehold instead. ]
no subject
What --
[ He can't even finish protesting because he gets AFFECTION in turn for his RUDENESS and that's rude in its own way. He scoffs!! And hands off his bike. ]
Anythin' else you wanna show me or is this the end of the tour?
no subject
Crossing his arms, he recalls his little tour plan. Let's see. ]
I did want to show you the orchard they started growing, but... Wanna take her for a lap first?
/2
...... . . .
no subject
Yeah.
no subject
[ Vash rolls to his tip toes and cranes his neck, searching for anyone here. There are a couple of little scientists and engineers, so he waves one over. They greet him with a sigh, then asks if Vash plans to only stick around for a couple of days.
With a little nervous laugh, he answers they're here for a bit (nebulous), but then inquires if they'd let Wolfwood ride his motorcycle back down on the earth. With a thumbs up, they bring out a dispatch ship to drop them off onto the sand. They get a little skipper and here we are, of course with a chaperone because Vash can't drive anything for his life.
Back on No Man's Land across the sea of sand. He's going to watch while leaning againt the little docked spaceship! Have fun. ]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)