[ for a guy who's nearly six feet tall and dresses in a tattered, bright red trenchcoat? This place is where he belongs. For once he actually doesn't get stares from people by looking like a walking wild-western distopian weirdo, and actually, it's more than once that he gets stopped by people thinking he's in some sort of cosplay from some show he's never heard of.
He'll take his gun out and do the best pose that he can--having already made sure to leave the bullets out of the chamber, of course. it's totally just a prop.
He's not watched anime, really, he has no idea what it is--but that wouldn't stop vash the stampede from showing up somewhere that's gathered a big crowd.
when he isn't excitedly buying things or talking to people who might approach him with 'where did you get your coat', or 'was it hard to dye your hair that colour', he's being followed closely around by a little mini version of himself, apparently--except the kid is wearing a certain cowboy hat and poncho some may recognise as the outfit he'd worn during the Zodiac building raid.
He doesn't look too happy to be here. If he recognises your character wandering about the convention, you'd best believe you're getting a long-armed, excited wave from the one and only humanoid typhon--if not a shout of your name if you don't notice his obnoxious wave. ]
--Heyyyy! Nice costume. ...It is a costume, right? people keep calling my outfit a costume and now I'm feeling weird about just coming in my regular outfit...
[ whine. ]
.// Crystal Rain
[ it wouldn't be the first time that vash has left the house without an umbrella. being he's from the desert, he doesn't actually mind the feeling of rain on his skin--his coat being waterproof enough that he doesn't feel the need to bring an umbrella sometimes.
which, were it any other day, maybe it'd be Fine. Maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal.
Instead, he finds his arm locking up the longer he spends time out in it. Which is weird. it's really weird.
So it's time to stop into a dunkin donuts and try to figure out what's going on.
Which means you might find {1} vash the stampede sitting inside a dunkin donuts, with a whole box of donuts to himself, trying to scrub crystals off his fake arm which he's absolutely detached from his body so he can peel the little assholes out from under all the little crevices in it... ]
.// Clocktower's Haunted - Closed to Garrett
[ it's a clear night for once--none of that crystal-making rain, the air is hot, even deep into the night that it is. the benefit of only having to sleep for two hours a night comes with a downside, and that's being bored at about 2 and 3am in the morning when most of your friends and family are asleep.
Vash has found a way to alleviate that boredom--and that was to take the wing at night and practice using them--he wasn't a great flyer, but he was trying to change that. At night, he felt less likely to get caught flipping around on rooves and getting used to the feeling of the plantlike feathers that spread out of his body in uneven, jagged wings--and beside, it was kind of nice to look over the entire place when it was dark. His eyes lightly shining in the deep dark of night, he's currently sitting on a roof of one of the buildings he often catches glimpses of a certain cloaked friend of his--and he has to wonder if the man lives somewhere nearby.
He could never get any such information out of the catty thief, even when he was offering to bring him fresh veggies and fruit from the garden. At the very least, if he left baskets up here, they always tended to be gone by the next time he visited, so.
Enough with resting today, Vash gets to his feet with a stretch--moving to hop up at the corner of the building to leap off--
Only to nearly crash into someone who --was there? Wasn't there?
His eyes felt fuzzy as he tries to get a good look at the person--reactively trying to grab at him--her, them--
But his hands couldn't properly find where they'd went. They were there a moment ago, he swears he saw eyes-- ]
--Hey, don't freak out! I'm not gonna' hurt you!
[ was it a... ghost? Did he almost just grab a ghost? How long had it been there? ]
Vash the Stampede | Trigun: Maxiumum | OTA
[ for a guy who's nearly six feet tall and dresses in a tattered, bright red trenchcoat? This place is where he belongs. For once he actually doesn't get stares from people by looking like a walking wild-western distopian weirdo, and actually, it's more than once that he gets stopped by people thinking he's in some sort of cosplay from some show he's never heard of.
He'll take his gun out and do the best pose that he can--having already made sure to leave the bullets out of the chamber, of course. it's totally just a prop.
He's not watched anime, really, he has no idea what it is--but that wouldn't stop vash the stampede from showing up somewhere that's gathered a big crowd.
when he isn't excitedly buying things or talking to people who might approach him with 'where did you get your coat', or 'was it hard to dye your hair that colour', he's being followed closely around by a little mini version of himself, apparently--except the kid is wearing a certain cowboy hat and poncho some may recognise as the outfit he'd worn during the Zodiac building raid.
He doesn't look too happy to be here.
If he recognises your character wandering about the convention, you'd best believe you're getting a long-armed, excited wave from the one and only humanoid typhon--if not a shout of your name if you don't notice his obnoxious wave. ]
--Heyyyy! Nice costume. ...It is a costume, right? people keep calling my outfit a costume and now I'm feeling weird about just coming in my regular outfit...
[ whine. ]
.// Crystal Rain
[ it wouldn't be the first time that vash has left the house without an umbrella. being he's from the desert, he doesn't actually mind the feeling of rain on his skin--his coat being waterproof enough that he doesn't feel the need to bring an umbrella sometimes.
which, were it any other day, maybe it'd be Fine. Maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal.
Instead, he finds his arm locking up the longer he spends time out in it. Which is weird. it's really weird.
So it's time to stop into a dunkin donuts and try to figure out what's going on.
Which means you might find {1} vash the stampede sitting inside a dunkin donuts, with a whole box of donuts to himself, trying to scrub crystals off his fake arm which he's absolutely detached from his body so he can peel the little assholes out from under all the little crevices in it... ]
.// Clocktower's Haunted - Closed to Garrett
[ it's a clear night for once--none of that crystal-making rain, the air is hot, even deep into the night that it is. the benefit of only having to sleep for two hours a night comes with a downside, and that's being bored at about 2 and 3am in the morning when most of your friends and family are asleep.
Vash has found a way to alleviate that boredom--and that was to take the wing at night and practice using them--he wasn't a great flyer, but he was trying to change that. At night, he felt less likely to get caught flipping around on rooves and getting used to the feeling of the plantlike feathers that spread out of his body in uneven, jagged wings--and beside, it was kind of nice to look over the entire place when it was dark. His eyes lightly shining in the deep dark of night, he's currently sitting on a roof of one of the buildings he often catches glimpses of a certain cloaked friend of his--and he has to wonder if the man lives somewhere nearby.
He could never get any such information out of the catty thief, even when he was offering to bring him fresh veggies and fruit from the garden. At the very least, if he left baskets up here, they always tended to be gone by the next time he visited, so.
Enough with resting today, Vash gets to his feet with a stretch--moving to hop up at the corner of the building to leap off--
Only to nearly crash into someone who --was there?
Wasn't there?
His eyes felt fuzzy as he tries to get a good look at the person--reactively trying to grab at him--her, them--
But his hands couldn't properly find where they'd went. They were there a moment ago, he swears he saw eyes-- ]
--Hey, don't freak out! I'm not gonna' hurt you!
[ was it a... ghost? Did he almost just grab a ghost?
How long had it been there? ]