photosympathies: (xliii.)
ᴠᴀsʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀᴍᴘᴇᴅᴇ ( ᴛʀɪɢᴜɴ. ) ([personal profile] photosympathies) wrote in [community profile] synflux 2025-05-17 01:02 pm (UTC)

vash the stampede ( trigun: stampede / everlight )

oo1. network.

un: typhoon
So, I've realised I don't actually know very much about the rifts. Is there a 'Cosmic Tear 101' anywhere? Or a 'Big Hole For Dummies' I can read? I feel pretty bad I've been leaving it to other people, so maybe I need to work on starting to understand.

oo2. living la vida lockdown i.
( It's fairly safe to say there's a new kind of tension to Vash the Stampede right now. He's more jumpy for one, far fidgetier for another, twitchy like the kind of wanted man that he is. He's not used to being on lockdown - it reminds him terribly of his confinement on HOME only at least now he has the whole of the base to wander - and so usually he's trying to work off some of his excess energy by pacing the corridors, or found taking down things in the simulation room, frustrated and trapped feeling.

Now he's in the middle of base, sitting cross-legged on one of the empty tables, a panel in his arm open and a screwdriver in his teeth. Wrapped around his flesh and blood hand is a singular strong metal wire, and every so often Vash lets it snap back into place only to aim at a chair across from him, sending the grappling hook careening. It always hits, it always catches. He does not seem any happier, muttering around the plastic tool in his mouth.
)

It needs to be faster.

oo3. living la vida lockdown ii.
( It's 3am, or 4am, or 5am, whatever day they're on, and Vash is in the kitchen mindlessly pouring coffee into a mug with one hand, a book trapped under the armpit of his other arm. It's certainly dog-eared, the cover worn, but the figure on the cover is certaintly distinct for his flowing long hair and his bulging muscles.

Welcome, friends, to Vash the Stampede's tried and tested pastime - romance novels.

Except he's not entirely with it right now, because he's overflowing his cup and realising too late.
)

Ah, shit. ( The book falls with a clatter, bending the cover as Vash spasms forward to start mopping up the coffee, eyeing up whoever's joined him. ) Sorry, sorry. I'll be done in a minute.

oo4. wildcard.
( We can do whatever you want! Simulation rooms! Cooking! Catch him slumped anywhere. I'm at discord sadgaydna or [plurk.com profile] qingya if you want to plot something out or ask anything. )

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