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 Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 11:54 pm
"Don't you dare!" Vash scooted back, glaring at Wolfwood. "I like my ear thanks! And it's not an earring. It's a two-way communicator. So don't eat it." He added the latter in a rather accusing tone.
Rolling onto his back as he finally gave up, Vash looked up at the sky. His body language, the lazy flick of his tails... it all suggested some sappy remark. Instead, should you actually know Vash, came the inevitable, "You owe me a drink now. The lake is real, you drank from it. Ha!" He tilted his chin back so he could better regard the now upside down Wolfwood.
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 12:10 am
Wolfwood heaved a dramatic sigh and rolled his eyes. "A two-way communicator, huh? It's more of your lost technology, isn't it? It doesn't even look that tasty, although..." He appraised it, looking at it carefully. "I know of a few places that'd accept that in exchange for a hefty sum of double-dollars."
He flicked forward an ear, looking down at his buddy curiously. "A drink?" He asked, "Since when did we shake on that? Oh, that's right, we didn't! And you still owe me for your half of that spaghetti plate!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 12:23 am
Vash fixed Wolfwood with a decidedly nonplussed expression. "You wouldn't! Nobody knows what a double dollar even is, around here. It'd be useless.... Besides," He laughed, secure in the knowledge it couldn't happen, "You'd make more by turning me in."
"Oh..." Vash glanced around, deflating a bit and feigned surprise, "They're here! Look! The Insurance girls!" He pointed off in one direction behind Wolfwood and rolled over, making a break for it as he leaped into the air and sped off. He couldn't collect on owed double dollar when Vash wasn't around, after all. Too bad he forgot Wolfwood as capable of flight as well.
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 12:35 am
Wolfwood blinked at that. "What? No double dollars? What do people use around here then? Acorns?" He tilted his head to one side and blinked, then peered at him closer. "You're... you're still being hunted? Funny, I haven't seen any posters with your lovely mug on'em."
"HUHWHATWHERE?" Wolfwood turned around looking -- then froze, immediately in the know. "YOU NEEDLE NOGGIN'!" He roared, running and taking to the air with the furious pumping of his wings. Oooh, he was going to get it this time! Wolfwood flapped his wings as fast and hard as he could, striving to catch up with the elusive Typhoon ahead of him.
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 12:47 am
"Not a needle noggin!" He instinctively cried back, squeaking as Wolfwood chased after him. "Eeeeeee!" These wings weren't fast enough! Darnit! Leaning into the flight, he pumped his wings and... slowed down. "Huh!?" That wasn't right... fwah! He hadn't been taught how to fly really quickly and had apparently screwed up.
With a panicked look on his face, he dove towards the ground with the belief that his own two... er, four legs, would be the better choice for escape. They'd never failed him before, afterall. Tumbling end over end in a less then graceful touchdown, Vash the Stampede made a quick recovery and stampeded away from the area. "Not my fault you're easily distracted!!" He yelled at Wolfwood, ducking under a low branch.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:36 pm
Wolfwood struggled in the air as he started to gently lose altitude. Ookay, so that wasn't working. How could he rev up his wings, then? He stretched his wings and slowed his flapping, a look of relief passing over his face as he gained air. Wait a second... If that's how he went up, then what if... Wolfwood altered his wingstroke slightly, concentrating on pushing back the air instead of down, and discovered to his delight that he was going faster.
...But the altered wing stroke was starting to tire him out. He watched as Vash left the air, gritting his teeth at his friend. Should he follow? Vash had a lifetime of experience of running. "You can't run forever, Vash!" He called back, bringing his wings in slightly and tilting them down. To his delight, he was going down faster. But... Where was the brake? "OH SHIII-"
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:47 pm
Vash slowed, glancing back as Wolfwood yelled, "Wanna bet?" Yes, he'd had a lifetime of experience of running... but Wolfwood had been one of the few to actually keep up with him. Still running, he considered reaching back to chug the remaining liqour. Eating on the run was second-nature, afterall.
But that thought was dashed as the descending Wolfwood missed trees and slammed into Vash. Air was often faster then land and apparently this held true for a novice flyer. "Kyaa!" The red-clad gunman had no idea what had hit him, only that something had and that his face was now firmly buried in the soft ground below. "Mrph...."
Some things never changed... he resigned himself to getting KO'ed wherever he went.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 2:15 pm
Wolfwood snapped his jaws shut and closed his eyes as he dived from the sky, his wings curling even closer to him out of instinct and accidentally increasing his speed. There was a rush of air, and for a brief moment Wolfwood was back there, driving across a sea of endless sand on the ba--
The slaps of offended trees quickly got him out of that daydream, but it was the collision with Vash that knocked the wind out of him. "Oooff!" Wolfwood rolled off of Vash and shook his head, opening his eyes to discover to his relief that he was unharmed (save for the bruises he'll discover later) and still alive. "Well," he began, reaching out with a paw to poke Vash. "Looks like I caught you after all, Vash the Stampede."
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 2:22 pm
With tears in his eyes, Vash looked over at Wolfwood, "YOU NEARLY KILLED ME!" It was one thing to have a kid attack him another to have Wolfwood land on his back. "You're not exactly light...." Muttering through pursed lips, he brushed dirt and debris off his muzzle with a petulant expression. With squashed hair and aching back, the kitsusagi flexed his paws to see he could still feel everything.
When Wolfwood poked him, he squealed once more and backed away, "OW! Hey! You don't need to finish the job!" Rubbing the tender spot Wolfwood had found, he glared at the priest.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 2:30 pm
"Aw, c'mon tough guy!" Wolfwood coaxed, "You've been through much more then that! You're the one that got shot in the stomach by Brilliant Dynamite Neon and still lived! You can't forget that feat, and you were whining about it when you first met me." He waggled his paw playfully at him. "Count your blessings and cheer up! Let's go have a drink and put your mind on something else, achybones."
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 2:40 pm
"..... I didn't do it on purpose you know...." Muttering, he shook himself and kicked his coat out into a more comfortable position. Perking up as he always did, he offered another smile. "Don't call me acheybones. That's worse then Spikey."
Might want your Punisher though, Wolfwood." He arched a brow as he started walking once more, not the slightest limp in his gait. Vash, struck motionless one moment, a blur the next. "Drink sounds good. Though I'm walking... and so should you." He stuck his tongue out at that. Neither of them would probably fly very well, especially with the flush of warmth that came with enjoying a good bottle of liquor.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 2:46 pm
"We never know what'll happen next in God's great plan," Wolfwood replied cheerfully in his preacher-voice, drawing himself up and attempting to strike a wise pose. He dropped it and moved next to his friend, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, but everything looks the same to me. Do you know where it last went? I don't think you'd appreciate my style of landing."
Wolfwood shook out his wings, letting the twigs he collected on the way down to shake off and return to the forest floor. "Hey, as much as I like a good bottle I'm not stupid enough to go for a ride on my bike right after. You know of a good place?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 2:53 pm
"That way," He pointed off in the direction they'd come from, "I'm pretty sure." His sense of direction had been a little haywire since arriving in this place. It was getting better, however. "And no, I don't like your style of landing. Neither does my skull." It would be about an hour's walk from where they currently were, he estimated.
There's the HQ, where everyone tends to gather. That's where I met Dante, my partner for bounty hunting." He nodded happily at that. Dante was an interesting guy. Nice enough. "But... pleaaaaaaasseee don't tell him about my old bounty." He didn't need that headache.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 3:10 pm
"Well, let's go get it! C'mon, you don't want just anyone coming across it and trying to pick it up, do you?" Wolfwood asked, turning around and walking in that direction. He wasn't worried about it being stolen -- its weight alone was enough to stop most from picking it up back home. But here? Were there those strong enough to carry it off? Wolfwood hoped not.
"The... HQ?" Wolfwood asked, his steps freezing in place. Head Quarters... It's been a long time since he was last in one, and the memory of the last one was enough to make him nervous. But if Vash recommended it, then why was he worried? He made himself relax and look at him curiously. "So you've turned the tables and became a bounty hunter... Can't blame ya, considering how much some of those bounties are worth!" He playfully rose up on his hindlegs and gave a light one-two punch on Vash's other shoulder, "Not to mention it's a good cover. Done the locals any favors by locking criminals up and not getting chased out of town for it yet?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 3:17 pm
Vash didn't stop walking at first, though he noted the other's nervousness. After a few steps, he turned his head with a questioning look on it. "....?"
When Wolfwood relaxed, he smiled and shook his head, "Actually it's just so Dante doesn't hunt me." An embarassed laugh. He'd done such things before, even used his own name as bait to get employment. Laughing as the other punched him, he shrugged, "Yes... and no. So far. Don't want to jinx it." Every time he'd gotten comfortable in a place before, someone had come running along and upset the entire thing. If he just stayed quiet and approached people tentatively as he always had then perhaps he'd find this was a more permanent residence.
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