[ Why does this title somehow read like a Muse song or something.
Wolfwood is ready to go out whenever Vash is. Similarly he suffers from the itch to move around, never stay in one place overlong. It's the mild paranoia instilled in him from his assassin-mercenary days, the world being out to get him and more, the need to avoid it all and stay alive. But in a more plain sense, he just likes traveling.
Wolfwood still drives a majority of the time, presumably. He's pretty used to it after all, and when he's being a bitch, he can't trust Vash to not careen him off into a dune again. It has been better though. He doesn't even have terrible nightmares when he dozes off, at least not so bad as before. Certain demons are still a bit hard to shake off, but it's so much easier when they're not hounding at his door and he can take his life much more easily.
Unfortunately, of course they do. He's jolted from some pleasant buzz of nothing, not a concrete dream but far preferable to red flashes of blood. Far preferable to the faceful of yellow sand and rocks he's suddenly eating. Like clockwork, he shoves himself out of it and starts yelling. ]
[ While Wolfwood is yelling at him, he will see that half of Vash's body (front half) is down under the sand like cartoon ostriches. His lower half doesn't twitch, having resigned to crashing, but hey? Despite the crash, Angelina looks pristine even though she's also lying in the sand with metal and lacquer touching rough granules. The engineers really tweaked her...... Don't be too mad.
Anyway, Vash does end up moving not to Wolfwood's voice, but the fact that the sand he's stuck in starts shifting. Unfortunately, he doesn't have enough strength to pull himself out? It's badlands rumble and he's getting swallowed by something similar to quicksand. ]
[ Why does it feel like you're playing tug-of-war with the sand? There's resistance... There is something trying to pull Vash into the sand while Wolfwood is trying to pull him out. ]
[ Plops he comes out, whipping his upper torso into Wolfwood... And they can see something get flung out from where Vash was stuck in.
It's hard to tell what it is, but it is descending like a cannonball. ]
The hell is that?
[ Squinting, but then it's falling so incredibly fast. While he can dodge it, he doesn't account for Wolfwood, so he leans into him like he's about to run.
Then gets slammed in the face by something round and shiny (flesh). ]
[ Vash cannot respond because he's again knocked out, hand twitching, after getting hit by this round fleshy shiny thing... It unfurls from its little ball position with its ears whipping back and forth. With its beady black eyes, it looks at them?
Is Wolfwood alive, it will look at Wolfwood if he is. ]
[ The sand hippo... It... I guess it wheezes cutely? Vash comes to eventually and looks down at it, confused. He has trekked the sands for over a century and never has he encountered this round thing? ]
What even is this thing?!
[ Says Vash who is still holding it like a baby. ]
Just because I've been here a long time doesn't mean I know everything about this planet?!
[ The deep sand is vast... Imagine there being deep sand critters. Terrifying.
He drops the hippo on command, but it doesn't feel like a drop since they're on the ground. The round thing simply plops three inches in its descent before it climbs back onto Vash's lap.
... And Vash holds it like a baby again, like by instinct. It has the beady black eyes of a baby? ]
[ He is stomping over back to Angelina. Are you okay baby. You're worth more than some weird sand hippo. He is giving blatant I AM IGNORING WHAT'S GOING ON OVER THERE energy. ]
[ Well, the hippo keeps honking sadly, wheezing here with its little ears flapping wildly. Vash can only rub its shiny flesh apologetically and sympathetically, giving it a couple of extra reassuring pats. ]
I don't got a clue what you're saying, but I can tell you're sad. If you want, you can hang with us until you figure things out?
[ The hippo stares at him sadly, then also at Wolfwood in the distance. ]
Don't worry about him. He might seem rough around the edges, but he's a good guy.
[ Said audibly, within earshot, Vash has no shame in complimenting him. ]
He blatantly ignores Vash as he picks up sweet Angelina, rights her and dusts off the main seat. He looks at the sidecar and the yellow-white sand that's piled up inside of it. That's not his problem anymore because he's driving and that is Vash's exile throne. He fishes his sunglasses out of his pocket and sticks them back on his face.
He turns around here with both hands on the handles, teeth visible with his big fat grimace. The message is clear.
[ The hippo... It is shiny... It is moisturized, unlike both of them. Vash can feel the gaze on his back, so gathers his bearings to stand up with this round flesh ball like a baby.
It stays round and shiny in Vash's arms, reminiscent of the balls they tried to scam all of the Underground to pay for if they wanted enrichment. Except you know. It's alive, ears flicking forward as it looks at Wolfwood with Vash. It instantly turns away and hides its face against Vash. ]
Can you at least fix your face a little?
[ You are scaring baby....... But he does come over. ]
[ Vash saying this like Wolfwood is sooooo loud for no reason. He gets seated in the little car seat, pygmy hippo in tow. It honks happily as it peeks and looks around, but when it meets Wolfwood's eyes?
It looks away, shy. ]
I'm sure if the mom's here, the little guy would give us a sign... Or the mom would throttle us by now.
[ He just brushes Wolfwood off because he knows he can handle himself... Even if he might break a bone because hippos are scary. Wolfwood, of course, would come save his ass. He knows.
... And it's kind of nice to rely on him like that. ]
Feel free to, uh, say something if we're going the wrong way. [ The hippo looks at Vash, then at Wolfwood. To Wolfwood, he asks while petting... Hippo... ] Do you think it eats meat?
[ Didn't you hear him the first time, he's leaving your ass out in the dunes with the hippo. ]
Who are you talking to?! Of course we're goin' the right way! [ RIGHT? VASH HADN'T BEEN DRIVING THEM THE WRONG WAY THE LAST FEW HOURS SURELY? He reaches into the side compartment and tosses a map and compass over to Vash in the sidecar, pls check. ] And how should I know, I ain't a vet.
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Wolfwood is ready to go out whenever Vash is. Similarly he suffers from the itch to move around, never stay in one place overlong. It's the mild paranoia instilled in him from his assassin-mercenary days, the world being out to get him and more, the need to avoid it all and stay alive. But in a more plain sense, he just likes traveling.
Wolfwood still drives a majority of the time, presumably. He's pretty used to it after all, and when he's being a bitch, he can't trust Vash to not careen him off into a dune again. It has been better though. He doesn't even have terrible nightmares when he dozes off, at least not so bad as before. Certain demons are still a bit hard to shake off, but it's so much easier when they're not hounding at his door and he can take his life much more easily.
Unfortunately, of course they do. He's jolted from some pleasant buzz of nothing, not a concrete dream but far preferable to red flashes of blood. Far preferable to the faceful of yellow sand and rocks he's suddenly eating. Like clockwork, he shoves himself out of it and starts yelling. ]
Why! The hell! Do I trust you to drive ever!
[ Frankly at this point, it's his own fault. ]
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Anyway, Vash does end up moving not to Wolfwood's voice, but the fact that the sand he's stuck in starts shifting. Unfortunately, he doesn't have enough strength to pull himself out? It's badlands rumble and he's getting swallowed by something similar to quicksand. ]
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It's hard to tell what it is, but it is descending like a cannonball. ]
The hell is that?
[ Squinting, but then it's falling so incredibly fast. While he can dodge it, he doesn't account for Wolfwood, so he leans into him like he's about to run.
Then gets slammed in the face by something round and shiny (flesh). ]
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How many times do I gotta tell ya to watch the fuckin' road?! It's like you wanna make me eat sand!
[ Which does mean he doesn't even let Vash get the time to try to dodge and that thing is beaning them both. Fucking F. ]
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Is Wolfwood alive, it will look at Wolfwood if he is. ]
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well anyway he got knocked to the ground but he's looking at this thing. ]
It's alive?!
[ WHAT THE HELL IS EVEN THAT. ]
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What even is this thing?!
[ Says Vash who is still holding it like a baby. ]
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[ It's not a worm, that's for sure. Is this thing a native species? ]
Drop it! It ain't a plush doll!
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[ The deep sand is vast... Imagine there being deep sand critters. Terrifying.
He drops the hippo on command, but it doesn't feel like a drop since they're on the ground. The round thing simply plops three inches in its descent before it climbs back onto Vash's lap.
... And Vash holds it like a baby again, like by instinct. It has the beady black eyes of a baby? ]
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[ STOP SPOILING THE DAMN THING. Dreamwidth said my acc expired and I'm too lazy to refresh right this moment so instead you get laughing (MAD) icon. ]
Get back to the bike -- and I'm driving.
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[ Look at it... It seems to be looking at them, eyes enlarging, ears folded back. It looks sad.
This is to say that Vash doesn't immediately return to the bike. ]
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Don't think I won't.
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[ Just ignores Wolfwood's threats and tries to speak with this sand hippo. It... what do hippos make in terms of noises again? It honks sadly. ]
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I don't got a clue what you're saying, but I can tell you're sad. If you want, you can hang with us until you figure things out?
[ The hippo stares at him sadly, then also at Wolfwood in the distance. ]
Don't worry about him. He might seem rough around the edges, but he's a good guy.
[ Said audibly, within earshot, Vash has no shame in complimenting him. ]
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He blatantly ignores Vash as he picks up sweet Angelina, rights her and dusts off the main seat. He looks at the sidecar and the yellow-white sand that's piled up inside of it. That's not his problem anymore because he's driving and that is Vash's exile throne. He fishes his sunglasses out of his pocket and sticks them back on his face.
He turns around here with both hands on the handles, teeth visible with his big fat grimace. The message is clear.
G E T O V E R H E R E ]
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It stays round and shiny in Vash's arms, reminiscent of the balls they tried to scam all of the Underground to pay for if they wanted enrichment. Except you know. It's alive, ears flicking forward as it looks at Wolfwood with Vash. It instantly turns away and hides its face against Vash. ]
Can you at least fix your face a little?
[ You are scaring baby....... But he does come over. ]
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YOU FIX YOUR FACE!
[ WHAT THE FUCK! ]
Don't take it with us! What the hell do you think you're gonna do with it, huh? What if you're takin' it farther away from its momma or whatever!
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What're you getting so defensive for?
[ Vash saying this like Wolfwood is sooooo loud for no reason. He gets seated in the little car seat, pygmy hippo in tow. It honks happily as it peeks and looks around, but when it meets Wolfwood's eyes?
It looks away, shy. ]
I'm sure if the mom's here, the little guy would give us a sign... Or the mom would throttle us by now.
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If you get fuckin' tackled by a giant hippo later, I am not comin' to save your ass.
[ Revving back up. Continue on the road it is. HE is driving now. ]
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[ He just brushes Wolfwood off because he knows he can handle himself... Even if he might break a bone because hippos are scary. Wolfwood, of course, would come save his ass. He knows.
... And it's kind of nice to rely on him like that. ]
Feel free to, uh, say something if we're going the wrong way. [ The hippo looks at Vash, then at Wolfwood. To Wolfwood, he asks while petting... Hippo... ] Do you think it eats meat?
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Who are you talking to?! Of course we're goin' the right way! [ RIGHT? VASH HADN'T BEEN DRIVING THEM THE WRONG WAY THE LAST FEW HOURS SURELY? He reaches into the side compartment and tosses a map and compass over to Vash in the sidecar, pls check. ] And how should I know, I ain't a vet.
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