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I know I have one more reply due from mid and two(three?) character interviews for @tenthofalonewanderer and one for @meaningless-appearance, but otherwise I think I might clear across both mid and chapel's accounts.
Also from now until around the 7th, I'm going to be mostly MIA. Fiance, roommates, and I are having a late christmas together, then we're doing star wars for my birthday. See y'all then.
*** TRIGUN CHRISTMAS CALENDAR ***
Day 22 Midvalley likes to wait under the mistletoe
offered by hurricaneclaire and gufyresthere! Day 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / next
SCREECHES OVER AWKWARD CHRISTMAS KISSES
As I went through my pages on here, clearing out old info, adding new stuff, I noticed the layout for Mid’s apartment wasn’t working. Foolass me had hotlinked the image instead of saving and reuploading it.
Well that’ll show me.
So I remade it from scratch. Bless floorplanner.com for it is easy to use and mighty. This is as good as I can recall it, with everything, down to his old donated lawn chairs from Jer’s Nick, his busted up couch, and the beds he scrimped and saved for because he was a broke motherfucker. Also included is a portion of the 3rd story hallway, and a kitchen table, exclusively meant for housing practice-baking and decorating. Now with Cake the goat to worry about, he’s probably going to see about getting a sturdier table...
Also yes that is a pile of dirty clothes in the bathroom don’t get on his case he’s a busy man.
After having a strange not-quite-a-human shove the strange animal into his arms and promptly disappear on him, Midvalley has begun to try and cope living with a baby pygmy goat. Having initially dubbed him ”Cake Thief” for insatiable appetite for Mira’s more expensive decorated cakes, Midvalley has since shortened the moniker to simply “Cake”.
Here, Butter and Rondo meet Cake, who they learn takes great enjoyment in screaming and kickflipping off positively everything. Butter enjoys a sibling who enjoys playing more roughly (he headbutts!) but Rondo is more suspicious and unsettled by the idea of living with yet another moron.
Also, you can see all are ready for work--with Butters and Rondo ready to attach deliveries too, and Cake ready to flounce around outside (leased of course!) to act as a mascot.
@oraclekaase, Midvalley is extremely sorry for the damaged/inhaled cakes and promises to make it up out of his own salary. At least now Salmiakki has a headbutt pal to play with?
Heeey, having a bit of a problem. Today on tumblr, I found I...can’t get to my blog. My dashboard works. But not the blog. If I type in the url to get to my customization page, I can get to that, but as for the blog, the only thing I get consistently is my background image. Sometimes my playlist. But the playlist never works. Sometimes things begin to load and appear, but they always disappear in the end.
I haven’t edited my theme css in....a few days, maybe a week or more? Can anyone else view my page without issues or is my browser being a great big bag of dicks?
Aaaaaaand it’s working again, but not before it ate two attempts at a mobile post. What’s WITH you tonight, tumblr?
“Lost your spine so quickly, huh? Upset cause you couldn’t win me over so quickly? Not even Livio either, huh? It’s funny. You’re funny. I find you funny. Not in a good way either.” His nostrils flared and Razlo took a deep sniff through his nose. “If I’da known no better, I’d say you’re right on the edge of pissin’ yer pants. Am I right horn fucker?” His teeth were grinding, eyes wide and it looked as if the beast was ready to pounce, until he heard the part about the kids.
“You in the slave trade, are you? Don’t tell me ya found someone to ride your cock… Or maybe this is just a strike of goodwill to all men and women? It is the holidays after all.”
“NAH. YOU’RE STILL FULL OF SHIT. And you know what happens to people who are full of shit on the holidays?” Razlo wasted no time in jumping right to conflict. His punisher activated, and out ripped machine gun fire. At the floor, the conjoining house walls, street lamps. Hell just opened up at the pull of a trigger. Run Midvalley.
“MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU SON OF A BITCH!”
Before December, he’d never known a Doublefang or TriP outside a passing glance. There were rumors of brutality only spoken in his absence--their absence? Was this one aware he was really only one person with a nasty habit of disassociation or--
He really didn’t have the time for this. Too many thoughts, too many worries, too many outcomes, too much--whatever Livio/Razlo classified as. Overkill, maybe.
On that note...it was funny he didn’t know more about the way they fought--he’d certainly never seen his Livio with a Punisher in hand. He’d have to buy time. Lots of it.
How? Without Sylvia, he--
Midvalley had nearly forgotten the weight around his wrist: a band of metal closed around it, with a dark green crystal embedded into it. Without Sylvia...he was still armed. He was however still on the short end of things, pitted against superior reaction time, strength, and speed. With next to no experience in actually wielding the artifact as a weapons, Midvalley was only able to throw a wall of ice up between himself and the incoming bullets.
Was this irony? --using the very defenses he’d been given to guard against an attack, but only using against a stranger who was technically the same person but not? Fuck it. He could never fully figure out irony. What he would though, was note the strange tingling feeling left in the wake of casting. It wasn’t like a foot going numb or that shitty burn you get with a UTI--none of that. It was...hard to explain. Like your focus was dimming out or something. His adrenaline had yet to drop from its sudden spike, but something was missing now.
In any case, for this brief moment, there was some kind of a barrier between them. And while part of him begged to run, to flee, to hide--to do anything but stick around, he found himself reminded of an idiot with spiky blonde hair, streaked with black. The very kind of guy who’d stand his ground and make a fucking fool on himself risking his life.
Capable of silencing an entire room with Sylvia, countering sound waves from multiple directions and cancelling them out, hearing the scrape of metal on metal as a trigger began to pull back would be nothing. One target. He could do that. Suddenly things seemed more manageable.
Listen for an attack. Defend. Keep a distance away.
Not easy, but not impossible. He hoped.
“Okay, I really don’t know where you’re getting that kind of shit, but I really have been clean!” He began to back up, unsure if the other would open fire first, or attempt to jump the wall or crash through it. It cleared them both in height, but wasn’t much taller and it wasn’t much wider than it was tall--just a simple barrier.
“Ask Vash! Love and peace, right?” Where Livio would find the man--any of them, Midvalley wasn’t sure. But having the Plant as a character witness still ought to have counted.
...there was one-up to Vash too, wasn’t there?
“Ask Nick!” Of three he’d met, there was still one in town who’d never left. “Nick can vouch for me!” His hands were staking. Standing one’s ground ought not to have been so terrifying.
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He really doesn’t want to talk about it.
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FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DO NOT KNOW
THIS IS A TRUMPET
THIS IS A TROMBONE
THIS IS A TUBA
AND THIS IS A FRENCH HORN
THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME
You mean trumpet
Slidey Trumpet
Big ass trumpet
Drunk Trumpet
I’M GONNA PUNCH YOU
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AT LEAST YOUR INSTRUMENTS LOOK DIFFERENT
those are some fancy guitars
EXCUSE YOU THAT IS A BASS, A VIOLIN, A FIDDLE, AND A VIOLA
Those are big mama violin and her little violings
@gunghobaritone
left to right: oboe with an identify disorder, still trying too hard, squeaky sax, normal sax, sylvia, fat sax.
Also starring: Overkill
Sweet Tooth ; closed
The child shifted a little where he stood, eventually sitting down on the floor as the other spoke. This did feel very much like how he’d imagine a real ‘story time’ would be. Hagedis, when the cookies were taken out of their holding place, craned his head back to see what the man was doing with them.
The reference to church and all that the pitchfork and horns implied went right over the boys head. He’d never been in a church and despite their reputations of being places of safety any that he’d ever tried to get into barred their doors to him. They called him a tiny demon or devil… something like that anyways and so he didn’t bother with those places anymore. The Satan allusion was simply entirely lost on him. But, the child could surmise that if Redcoat’s brother was with the people who’d made Priest into something he shouldn’t be, he was no good.
Hagedis found that both confusing and intriguing. So… did that mean…?
“Are they all still around then?” Were the brothers and Priest still around? (Well, hopefully, not the jerk brother)
Blue eyes sparkled. Did that mean maybe some day he’d be able to meet them?! That was probably the most exciting thing the tiny reptilian child had ever thought of. And whether this man knew it or not this story did give the boy something pleasant to dream and think about for once.
Something else caught his attention and his eyes grew wide. It was at this point the child outright shouted:
“They made the big hole in the fifth moon?!”
What kind of people were they to have done something like that? He knew, vaguely, that Redcoat was blamed for the destruction of July… but… how had they gotten to that moon?
“Of course they did. They’ve got superpowers.” He thankfully excised the details of the story where Vash had been the one to turn the moon to Swiss Cheese. The guy already had a bad rap. He didn’t need any help.
But after decapitating Gingerwood, he went after an arm--two bites taking him partway into the poor treat’s torso. Midvalley had to admit, he kind of liked this storyteller spin on things. He loved playing Sylvia and a live audience only made the tune sweeter. He was far less practiced in relaying stories, but the effect was more or less the same.
“But I would be the authority on the matter.” He cracked Gingerwood in two and finished off his top half efficiently. “I was there, after all.”
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The small child holds up the paper full of nonsensical squiggles.
“I wrote my name!”
He’s pretty sure he’s seen this before in Livio’s awkward and broken chicken scratch. But...even that had been more readable, hadn’t it?
He smiles regardless, an amused snort escaping. “You sure did.”
He’d lie if anyone asked, but he was totally going to put it on his fridge.
Sweet Tooth ; closed
Now, he relaxed quite a bit when the bird went away, only to become curious when the tall man came over to crouch and tell him a story. At first he really didn’t understand one bit what was going on. No one had ever payed such attention to him much less told him a story before. But as he listened to the short story he grinned. This ‘Stampede’ guy sounded very interesting.
Getting up on his tip-toes to better see when the other spoke, dark blue hues flickered over the pairs of cookies on the sheet. The man in the red coat and the man in black. Honestly the child didn’t even so much as notice or blink at the typically ‘naughty’ word. He’d heard enough of those in five years of life. Many were directed at him too so it really didn’t matter whether or not the other cursed or not.
“You mean he disappeared?”
No one knew where the red-coated man went? Really? Absolute enthrallment was in the child’s eyes as he asked this. But then –
“What happened to the priest? Why was he bad at first?” He little redhead wanted to know more. This sounded like a fun story. He sure hoped that this man knew more. Hagedis was liable to just sit down on the floor to listen if the other would say any more on this subject. Looking at the man he absentmindedly took the offered bag, hoping for more story to here, answers to his questions.
Vaguely he did recall hearing – or rather reading – about a man in a red coat when he’d been looking at a history book, but they’d never given a name. Just said that he’d supposedly wiped out an entire city all on his own. Hagedis was a smart child, he could infer that the man this shop-keep told him about was the same one as in his book. After all, he hadn’t really ever seen or heard of anyone else who wore a red coat. Well, he didn’t think so at least.
So, he supposed now he had a name for that mysterious man: Redcoat. Or Stampede. They could be interchangable he supposed. The only thing that really matter was the fact that he had a name for this person who he’d read about.
Midvalley had to chuckle at the kid’s wide-eyed curiosity. It was refreshing after having come from a year’s worth of the wasteland that was their planet, where even his birds only occasionally warranted a second glance. Most just assumed anything too different from the norm meant trouble and steered clear.
So this was nice. Tony and Piper--the youngest kids he knew were...well, he didn’t want to assume anything, but for lack of better term, MIA. They’d also been miniature adults practically, with Piper being the more mature of the two and Tony the romantic--but kids, actually kids...
Jesus. He still got jumpy when they were in groups, but one-on-one...this wasn’t bad. Kid was kind of cute in the way that mice were. Kind of pesky and grubby, but not entirely unlikable. Like you kind of wanted to reach out and pet them, but you weren’t sure if you’d catch lice or something off them.
Anyway, he continued.
“Well, the Priest used to be a normal guy. Had a family, friends, I guess.” He recounted Melanie and the orphanage, but bad a hard time picturing Wolfwood as an actual child. Really, he was enough of a brat as he was now, but as an actual child--
Midvalley had to put his foot down there, reminded almost immediately that he’d nearly slept with every Wolfwood he’d ever met, which in all likelihood, made him Seriously Skeevy Shit, even if the guy looked twenty-plus.
Ugh. UGH. ABORT. BACK TO STORY TIME. (He actually had to compose himself, having drifted a bit mentally, his expression shifted to something akin to a cringe)
“--sorry. Stray thought.” he apologized and tried again. He cleared his throat, “But some bad guys--the real bad guys got ahold of him. Turned him into something he wasn’t. Something cold and nasty.” He reached into the bakecase and took out one of each for himself, standing them against the top of it.
“Priest got taken in by Redcoat’s brother--who was kind the special kind of jerk they warn you about in church. He practically had the horns and pitchfork. --so he tells Priest to go bring Redcoat back. Jerk brother has a bone to pick with Redcoat. And if they meet up, it’s not gonna be pretty. They met up twice already and between the two of them, left a crater in the ground here and once straight through the moon. So as Priest leads Redcoat through the desert--” he gave each cookie a little shake, as if they were walking.
“--they become friends.” Side by side, the cookies touched hands. They were supposed to be shaking hands, but gingerbread stumps-for-limbs left much to the imagination. Really it just made them look like they were holding hands.
“Priest helps out Redcoat and they had a lot of adventures. Some stories say they went to other planets, some say they never left. But what I know is the adventure hasn’t ended. Redcoat’s missing right now...” He set the Vash cookie back in the bakecase. “--but he’ll be back. That’s just what he does. In the meantime, it’s up to guys like me to keep guys like the Priest in line.” With that he bit the head clean off of the Wolfwood cookie. “Because that’s what friends do.”
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Hello! I was passing by and saw you were open and.. Well, would you by any chance happen to have some of those truly brilliant cupcakes--? You know, the ones with those silver sugar ball bearings? That's just so clever, I love it! And an entirely unique human invention at that. Simply brilliant!
With no real desire to stick around for the holiday party at Sugar, Midvalley had resigned himself to gather up the treats that hadn’t been sold that day, to bundle up for Melanie and Jasmine’s kids. If he hung around late enough, he could trot on over with Jumba to make the drop-off after the kids were well and passed out. They could blame Santa in the morning.
For now though...well...
For now, he’d tied the newest little monster to the post of one of the shop’s small tables, left with a bowl of water to drink from, seeing that it’d already helped itself to nearly an entire cake when Midvalley hadn’t been paying attention. He...wasn’t sure how he was going to explain that one to Mira, really.
But with Cake Thief settled down and no customers in sight, Mid had settled down with a slice of cheesecake. They’d been selling by the slice by the afternoon, when no one had gone for the asking price of the whole pan. So after slipping some of his tip money into the register, he’d helped himself to a slice. With all the excitement next door at Sugar, no one paid a second thought to the little shop. That being until the man in the coat turned up.
Midvalley straightened up, reaching for where he’d set his apron aside, slipping the neck loop over his head, and swiftly typing up the back. “Cupcakes with silver pearls?” He blinked, having to think on it. It’d been a busy day and frankly, Midvalley was lucky his brain hadn’t liquefied through the rush.
“No, I don’t think so, but early this morning we had an offer for parents to bring their kids in to decorate cookies. We’ve got some space sugar cookies shaped like Christmas trees and green icing left over. They’re not as fresh as they could be, but if you want to decorate one yourself, considering the time, I could give you a discount.”
The note the stranger had used, calling them a ‘human invention’ wasn’t lost on him though. So before he gave the man time enough to decide, he jumped right to it.
“--by the way, haven’t seen you around these parts. You from out of town?”
Watch a fire while listening to Classic Christmas Music from the 60s & 70's. Enjoy!!
For those who want to get into the Christmas spirit, may I present the Yule Log. Apparently the video after that has jazz. You can bet I’ll be waiting.
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MERRY FUCKIN CHRISTMAS TO ME. HARDCOPIES. FINALLY.
