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 Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 6:32 pm
Hey... Vash recognized some of those movements from when they'd met at the juke box and it made him believe that something might be an enemy out there. But... were they so small? Was there something hiding in the snow? ... were the enemies invisible. He'd already dealt with someone with nine lives, a teleporter, and a man who could control minds... invisibility wasn't as far fetched as one might think.
"There's something out there...." He rather hoped it wasn't another Gung-ho Gun.
He'd been pacing over to the door and only caught the other falling. With the angle he was at, it looked like the other had disappeared. "Dante!" Vash hollered, expression turning deadly serious and gun drawn in one fluid motion, seemingly to appear in his paw. Charging out into the snow, his gaze sweeping about.... but as soon as the snow started to get deeper and he cooled off, he started literally bouncing from place to place, hardly slowing down. If it weren't for the deadly serious look on his face, one might think he were frolicking (though it was more like trying to stay as far away from the cold stuff as possible.)
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 6:46 pm
Wolfwood couldn't help but to admire Dante's moves -- he knew what he was doing. It wasn't as strangely fascinating as Vash's goofball moves that had a hidden motive. These... this was someone Wolfwood didn't want to get into hand to hand (paw to paw?) combat with. Each move had a clear purpose, a goal...
...one that Wolfwood suspected. What was up with that last pose? Red coats and their need for flamboyancy, he sighed, turning to Vash to reply. He didn't get the chance to -- Vash was already gone, outside. The priest pushed away from the window and followed, pausing at the doorstep to peer outside. What was this feeling? He wasn't even in the stuff and he started to feel... numb. It was like cooling off with some whiskey on the rocks, but this feeling was all over and not just in his throat. It was lasting longer, too.
He didn't want to get in it, but since Vash was out there... At least he was closer to the door and could retreat faster. Cautiously, he put a paw out and jerked it back. It... It was like water! But colder! He set his jaw and crouched down, leaping out and moving quickly to where Dante had "fallen." "Oi! You still alive? I may be a priest, but I've some doctor training. Sort've."
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 7:09 pm
Dante thought for a moment about giving it away ... but he decided to keep it up just for a few more minutes - though that was hard. The two of them were so serious! It was hard to keep from laughing ...
But instead he suppressed that urge and kind of writhed around weakly. He could feel the cold of the snow but it didn't really bother him ... thanks to half-demon heritage. Blinking up at them in a pitiful sort of manner, he contrived to hack and cough for a minute or two, tails lashing about.
He didn't trust himself to speak without laughing, though.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 7:16 pm
Sliding in beside Dante, Vash looked him over, intense relief washing over his expression at finding the other alive, "Wolfwood!" He wouldn't see another friend die. No. "Hang in there..." It didn't look like he'd been injured either... which made it all the more worrisome.
Dancing from paw to paw, Vash watched his friend tend to the other for a moment before turning to keep watch. What had struck Dante down? That wouldn't have been an easy feat...
Speaking of feet. He was cold! Huffing and shivvering, Vash scouted around them, looking for danger with senses on high alert.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 7:23 pm
At Dante's side, Wolfwood kept raising one paw to flick the snow off of it before putting it down to do the same with the other, akin to a cat's reaction when crossing a puddle. His back paws weren't so bad thanks to his shoes, but his front paws.... Unless...
Wolfwood reared up and placed his paws both on Dante's chest, breathing a sigh of relief at getting them out of the cold and onto something war...m... Hang on, aren't dead people supposed to be cold? With exaggerated care, Wolfwood leaned his head down and flicked an ear against Dante's chest, rearing up again in order to give the kitsu a sharp prod. "Here now! Whaddya think you're doing?!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 7:33 pm
At that, Dante just ... couldn't help but give up the playacting, shifting to bat at Wolfwood even as he burst out laughing. "You two ..." he gasped out, helplessly trapped in his own mirth now, curling up into a ball as he tried to get control of himself.
Good gods, it had been a while since he'd gotten that good a reaction out of anyone. Vergil was simply too used to how he acted ... but these guys ... geeez...
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 7:43 pm
Upon hearing Wolfwood's shout, he spun around and returned quicksmart only to gape at Dante, "What are you doing!? I thought you said you had some doctor training!" Frowning deeply at Wolfwood, he hurried forward... and pause a few steps from Dante. Wait... that was laughter... wasn't it? Not convulsions?
"Dante!" Vash wibbled in relief, glad for the other's safety. "I was so worried! Wolfwood, you're a miracle worker!" Apparently laughter did heal wounds!
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 7:50 pm
As Dante curled up into a ball of helpless laughter, Wolfwood backed away and shook his head. "All in a day's work in the service of the Lord," he replied sarcastically to Vash, shaking his head and chuckling softly himself. What he wanted now was a cigarette, but his paws were starting to feel damp, not to mention cold. Lighting a cigarette now would be hard, and once dropped... Well, he didn't want to lose one, never mind that he lifted several packs from the HQ.
Wolfwood looked down at the snow, shivering. "Whatever this stuff is, it's cold." He complained, lifting one paw to poke it. He perked his ears up in surprise. Hey, his paw just moved it! If that's the case... Wolfwood swung his right paw out and moved it quickly to the left in a scooping motion, in an attempt to fling a pawful of the stuff at one of the kitsus in red.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 8:08 pm
Dante squawked as the pawful of snow hit him on one cheek and then ducked his head down to mock-glare at them both. He hadn't ever really been hurt and it was slightly amazing that Vash didn't realize that ... but he let it go for the moment.
This ... meant war.
Scooping some snow together himself, he started to make little lumpy snowballs and then batted one at both Vash and Wolfwood with a gleeful grin.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 8:13 pm
Vash dodged before he knew what was happened - an old habit of his that would likely never fade. Incoming projectiles normally weren't a good thing.... but he didn't see the ball Dante had flung - he was too busy watching Wolfwood play with the stuff. When it hit in the side of the head, he cried out and started dancing to try to get of it from out of his back. "Aaaack! Cold! Cold!" He had the under armor on but still! It melted and soaked into the fabric and chilled him!
"Heeeey!" That wasn't fair! Imitating Wolfwood, he sent whatever he could dredge up at the two. "Take that!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 8:20 pm
PAFF!
Wolfwood jerked back and shook his head, dislodging the white cold clumps of snow from his hair. Man, that stuff was cold! But... What did Dante do to make it like that? He ducked down and managed to miss most of what Vash sent at him, grinning. "You'll have to try more then that!" He cried, balancing back on his hindlegs to intimidate what Dante did.
He managed to make something that could pass as a snowball before it broke in half. Not wanting to waste it, he sent one at both of them.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 8:28 pm
Dante laughed at that, and ducked the snow that Vash flung at him. Wolfwood's half-a-snowball caught him on the back of his neck, though, and Dante jumped with a sort of startled squeaking noise. Just because the cold didn't really bother him, it didn't mean that he was particularly fond of snow down the back of his coat!
Turning around, he used his back feet to kind of shovel snow up into the air indiscriminately - hoping to get some on both of them.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 8:44 pm
The snowball Wolfwood tossed hit him in the side of the muzzle and he squeaked at the cold. "Wolfwood!" Springing from one spot to another, he tried to avoid sinking too far into the snowdrift, tamping down the snow. They didn't hurt.... Maybe he could do what Dante had earlier...
Scooping up some, he was about to form a ball when a blizzard suddenly covered him up in snow. Shivering uncontrollably, the Plant whined rather loudly as he shook the snow from his shoulders, "I don't want to be an ice cube!" With a devilish grin, he flung the snowball at Dante, flapping wings to whip up his own little blizzard.
"Ha!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 8:55 pm
Wolfwood let out a startled yelp as Dante showered both him and Vash with snow. He shook himself, half shaking and half shivering before taking an assessment of the situation. What could he do to get ba-- oh, nevermind. He grinned as Vash countered with his own blizzard, deciding not to join in with his own wing-flapping. Instead, Wolfwood scooped up more snow and compacted it as best as he could with his paws, trying to stock up on snowballs.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 9:21 pm
"Aah!" Dante yelped at Vash's blizzard. "Not fair!" he didn't have wings to blow up snow like that!
And so he was forced to duck and dodge away, laughing as he was pelted with more snow. Still, though, he managed to scoop some snow into a paw and send it sailing toward Wolfwood - who he could see was stocking up on ammo now.
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