[ egg hunt? exciting. eggs with legs? less exciting. either you came to the park alongside vash for the egg hunt or met up with him later--but whatever it is, the man is DETERMINED to win that trophy. Even if everyone else thinks it's lame? Vash knows the exact shelf in his teapot house that he wants to put it so he WANTS it.
Problem is, quick on his feet and amazingly nimble as he is, the little eggs keep escaping his basket.
He looks exasperated, and has started using vines--grown from under the metal arm he's currently wearing, to start to tie the legs of the little damn things together so they stay the hell put.
If you approach him or compliment him on his weird-but-effective plan, he's just going to whine at you. ]
You know, I had TWICE as much as this before I realised they could run around! I just thought they were there for--I don't know, staying stable when they were up in trees, and now look.
Once again, the goddess of bad luck is looking down on me...
ii. //__ An altar for spring : || OTA
[ Vash the Stampede. Vash, of all people, a man who's always clicked his teeth at the very idea that gods existed--and yet, here he is, on top of Catherdral Hill, putting together what LOOKS to be an altar.
A few pillars of stone he'd dug up from the riverbank back at the cottage and carried out to the hill (thank you, superhuman strength), he's somehow managed to cobble them together via convincing vines to grow, curling around them and stabilizing them in a sort of stone table. Little pink, blue, and yellow flowers bloom along all of the vines, and sitting atop it is a carefully wrought together planter of soil and moss and spring flowers, growing directly out of it, covering most of the wooden structure that keeps it all together. Little pots with sprigs of mint decorate the outside of it, as to not be directly in contact with the soil, lest it get taken over.
Finally, atop and center of the whole thing is a small, but beautifully painted picture of Persephone, goddess of Spring, with some more flowers surrounding it and framing it up where it's kept stable with another bunch of smaller, but neater looking stones.
Vash is staring at it, both looking unsure and anxious.
Approach him and either get a rather unceremonious yelp from him, or a sort of embarrassed look. Either way, he's gonna ask. ]
I don't know. Is it too much? Not enough? I've never done anything like this before.
iii. //__ a questionable trip : || closed to Choso
[ he shouldn't be doing this again. the last time he did a job for garfield, he and wolfwood got stuck in a huge labyrinth and got chased by skeletons the whole time.
And yet, here he is, standing side-by-side to a guy he's never met (a new friend whose name he's just yet to know), with a new job.
He sure isn't CERTAIN about it, but. Deep breath. Here goes. He's gonna turn to his new companion and offer him a hand. Sorry, Choso, this man is seven feet tall and dressed in all red. a nightmare, truly. ]
I'll be your partner today, looks like! I promise, no matter what happens, I'll protect you, alright?? So, are you from this city, or are you new to it? I'll be happy to take the lead if needed! But if you're feeling up to it, I can also follow along! Today's job doesn't seem too hard--a simple fetch job.
vash the stampede || trigun maximum || open!
[ egg hunt? exciting. eggs with legs? less exciting. either you came to the park alongside vash for the egg hunt or met up with him later--but whatever it is, the man is DETERMINED to win that trophy. Even if everyone else thinks it's lame? Vash knows the exact shelf in his teapot house that he wants to put it so he WANTS it.
Problem is, quick on his feet and amazingly nimble as he is, the little eggs keep escaping his basket.
He looks exasperated, and has started using vines--grown from under the metal arm he's currently wearing, to start to tie the legs of the little damn things together so they stay the hell put.
If you approach him or compliment him on his weird-but-effective plan, he's just going to whine at you. ]
You know, I had TWICE as much as this before I realised they could run around! I just thought they were there for--I don't know, staying stable when they were up in trees, and now look.
Once again, the goddess of bad luck is looking down on me...
ii. //__ An altar for spring : || OTA
[ Vash the Stampede. Vash, of all people, a man who's always clicked his teeth at the very idea that gods existed--and yet, here he is, on top of Catherdral Hill, putting together what LOOKS to be an altar.
A few pillars of stone he'd dug up from the riverbank back at the cottage and carried out to the hill (thank you, superhuman strength), he's somehow managed to cobble them together via convincing vines to grow, curling around them and stabilizing them in a sort of stone table. Little pink, blue, and yellow flowers bloom along all of the vines, and sitting atop it is a carefully wrought together planter of soil and moss and spring flowers, growing directly out of it, covering most of the wooden structure that keeps it all together. Little pots with sprigs of mint decorate the outside of it, as to not be directly in contact with the soil, lest it get taken over.
Finally, atop and center of the whole thing is a small, but beautifully painted picture of Persephone, goddess of Spring, with some more flowers surrounding it and framing it up where it's kept stable with another bunch of smaller, but neater looking stones.
Vash is staring at it, both looking unsure and anxious.
Approach him and either get a rather unceremonious yelp from him, or a sort of embarrassed look. Either way, he's gonna ask. ]
I don't know. Is it too much? Not enough? I've never done anything like this before.
iii. //__ a questionable trip : || closed to Choso
[ he shouldn't be doing this again. the last time he did a job for garfield, he and wolfwood got stuck in a huge labyrinth and got chased by skeletons the whole time.
And yet, here he is, standing side-by-side to a guy he's never met (a new friend whose name he's just yet to know), with a new job.
He sure isn't CERTAIN about it, but. Deep breath. Here goes. He's gonna turn to his new companion and offer him a hand. Sorry, Choso, this man is seven feet tall and dressed in all red. a nightmare, truly. ]
I'll be your partner today, looks like! I promise, no matter what happens, I'll protect you, alright??
So, are you from this city, or are you new to it? I'll be happy to take the lead if needed! But if you're feeling up to it, I can also follow along! Today's job doesn't seem too hard--a simple fetch job.
[ he's so noisy, choso. ]