Sharing Our Tomorrows

Interesting. “Ours, too, in a way. Named for our weapons of choice. Descriptive, but unimaginative.” This Xemnas must have been the leader of the Organization Ienzo was describing. Huh. And were all of them as young as Ienzo? He didn’t very much like that thought. “I take it you’ve disbanded?”

uncoveredillusions

"Disbanded…is a way to put it." He sighed softly. "There are three members still active, but the rest of us…were forcibly removed, you could say." Even Braig and Isa, but they were subsumed by Xehanort, so they had merely joined right back up.

#uncoveredillusions #RP: Association [Ienzo]#//end? Seems like a good place to stop

"Ah, I gotcha. Well, better disbanded than dead an' buried," he said, smiling. "The ticket to the future's always blank. You're alive, after all." He stood as if to go. "I should go but this really got me thinking. Thank you. I'll see you around?"

millythompsonlovespudding-blog

Being Let Go - An Open Starter

Milly was never the type to drink when upset. She preferred to drink because she was a happy gal, hanging out with her friends. She actually never drank alone in a bar. This would be her first time, and she was starting to understand why sad people do it.

“Bah!” After finally coming up for air, she set her drink down at the counter, resting on her elbows. There was a letter crumbled by her hand, which she tried straightening out in front of her.

The letters danced across the page. She tried reading clips and snippets again by blinking. It seemed to help, but it was taking too much effort and the message didn’t seem to change.

Milly Thompson,

The Bernadelli Insurance Society has been through some major changes this year! New policies and new (dedicated) agents are what makes this company stand out from the crowd. If it weren’t for agents like you, this company would not be what it is today.

That being said, the company as a whole must adapt to these changes accordingly. We’ve reviewed your stats and regrettably must lay you off, as your position is no longer available, effective immediately. All your duties and responsibilities will be dispersed throughout various other departments.

You will receive one week of severance pay for every year you have worked with the company. That makes 3 years, therefore 3 weeks. These will be added to your funds weekly, until the 3 weeks are up.

We want you to know that your lay off is not a statement to the quality of work you’ve provided this company. You were diligent, dedicated, hard working and we are very sad to let you go.

If you have questions about any other paperwork you may need, please contact HR.

Best regards on your future endeavors,

Brett Thomas of HR.

Milly sniffed at the words. Best regards! How dare they!? But she was hardly surprised. It took them this long to find Vash, and Meryl was nowhere to be found.

Three weeks. She would be getting paid for three more weeks and then she had a problem in her hands.

She’d either have to find another job, or head back home to her family.

With a groan, she rested her head on the counter and sighed.

Hang in there.

#RP: Being Let Go #millythompsonlovespudding #//SORRY THIS IS SO LATE I WAS ON HIATUS

Nick was, admittedly, probably going to get scolded later. He'd been cautioned against any drunken shenanigans for a while until they could figure out what the deal was with his body. Tolerance being so much lower than it should be, and all, but surely just one drink wouldn't hurt?

His thoughts were immediately disrupted by a rather familiar silhouette in decidedly unfamiliar company. Or, the lack thereof. He glanced around automatically for the shorter of the two, to no effect. It was odd; he hadn't seen Milly in... well, a long time, actually. He wasn't sure he'd actually crossed paths with her since he returned to the land of the living.

And here she was, slumped over the counter without a friend in sight, and it just... felt wrong. His feet moved of their own volition, and within seconds, he was seated at the stool next to her. He saw a crumpled letter, but averted his eyes in case it was something private. There was lending an ear, and then there was being nosy.

"Hey, haven't seen you in a while," he said, perhaps a bit more gently than was usual for him. She definitely seemed like she'd been dragged down pretty far. "You want some company?"

metrodorus

#relevant #ic #musings #sayhiviktor

A Breath of Fresh Air [Closed RP]

Wolfwood’s eyes glowed softly in the darkness. This close she could really appreciate their rich blue-green color, trailing light in the blackness. When he took off his jacket and put it around her shoulders she found herself touched again, the warmth in the coat as kind as an embrace. She felt a little overwhelmed by the small kindnesses, as if they multiplied rather than summing. She nodded at his mention of assistance - it really was useful to have the extra hands… The thoughts slipped away as she stifled anther yawn. /I wish anything so nice as that could be a reminder of my… home./ Carter looked up again at the stars, at the burgeoning moons. “This place has its own extreme beauty,” she said thoughtfully. It was growing on her as time passed. There were times like tonight when the homesickness was too strong and drowned her appreciation of it, but - “There is a lot here worth remembering.” She glanced at Wolfwood with a smile. “Not least of which are the people.” She gave another tired smile, then slipped the jacket off her shoulders and handed it back to Wolfwood. “Suddenly I find myself exhausted, so I think I’ll turn in. But - thank you, again.” She wished her words had more weight to express what she meant, but for now, they would have to do. “I’ll see you soon, Wolfwood. Take care.”

#majorsamanthacarter #RP: A Breath of Fresh Air #[done]

Nick chuckled softly. "It does, at that. I'm not always in a situation where I can appreciate it, but nights like this help me remember that it's not all bad. We may all be trapped in hell here together, but we are together. You can look up to the heavens and see this isn't all there is."

He took the jacket, nodding at her thanks. "Hey, any time. You, too. Take care," he said, simply. He did watch, as she left, to make sure she returned safely to the ship. Fortunately, it wasn't that far, and he could see it from here. Once she was safely inside, he turned to head back to his home. Home. Carter was stranded away from home, but he felt a renewed determination to get her there, or bring it here as best he could until then. Tonight, though, was a memory that would stay with him.

[End]

[M!A] Out of Control (Open RP)

Vash flinched slightly. Had he really been resisting that much, and working against his counterpart—? … Now that he thought back… He had indeed… He really couldn’t continue on like this.. He didn’t want to.

He relaxed. Now maybe he could be okay.. For real. Not relapsing like a roller-coaster whenever something like this happened.. He closed his eyes as the bird gently ran her beak through his hair, preening him. It was strangely soothing. He didn’t know what to say, so he just stayed silent, basking in the warm companionship from all those important people around him, keeping his mind empty. He just had to wait it out, then he would worry about getting better. But for now, he didn’t want to think about anything anymore.

#RP: Out of Control #starhoppingtrigaters #majorsamanthacarter

Neither Vash nor Wolfwood were sure how long they sat in (thankfully) comfortable silence. But after some time, Stardust nudged Stars' back, indicating that, for all the four of them could sit there 'til the Tomas came home, she was ready to head back.

"Hey, why don't we give you a ride back to your place? This probably isn't the best place to spend the night," Vash said, voice gentle to belie the slight teasing of his words. "Or if you'd rather just... borrow the bike, we can come pick it up some other time. You've had a long day."

Nick was silent, but he hoped that, perhaps, they'd finally reached an understanding with their counterparts, were finally on the road to recovery and beyond. Perhaps, now, this Vash could begin to see himself as his loved ones saw him.

Seeing Double (Closed RP: Nicholas-Wolfwood)

Vash and Nick couldn’t help but appreciate the way Carter listened silently but intently, obviously examining each word and filing ideas away for later, processing the things they said. They enjoyed her company, but it was almost a relief when she stood. The conversation, relaying all that had happened, it was tiring. Good, but tiring.

"Likewise," Nick said, smiling. Vash nodded. "And I’m sure there’s a lot we’d like to learn from you. It’s probably best for another day, though. I hadn’t realized how the time had gotten away from us," he said, grinning sheepishly. "Didn’t mean to keep you!" Goodness, but she really hadn’t even meant to come over at all, had it not been for the brief mistaken identity that led to all of this.

"It was good to meet you," Vash said, standing, too. He walked over to open the door for her, and Nick rose to join him, offering a hand to shake in parting.

#//just wanted that for my blog #majorsamanthacarter #RP: Seeing Double

Carter nodded and moved forward to shake their hands. Both of them had a warm and firm grip, and she smiled at them once more before saying, “It was a pleasure to meet the both of you, as well. I look forward to further conversations with you in the future — preferably without me mistaking you for someone else.” She smiled a little sheepishly, but with genuine gladness, before moving out the door and waving to the two men one last time. As she set off for the ship, she turned over in her mind the many things she’d learned from the two men. You’re a long way from home, Carter. But— with people like them around, it’s nowhere near as bad as it could be. She was smiling as she walked out of sight, glad of their encounter, and already anticipating their next. [End]

Hello Wolfwood! It's been a while since I last saw you. What's been happening in your life lately?

Oh, a few things. Been thinkin’ about taking up bounty hunting. If I bring ‘em in alive, Spikey can’t complain. Then again, I should probably hold off since we have guests. Er, roommates? A friend comin’ over to stay with his kid for the long-term.

Well, then I guess we’d better get that sucker working so we can make that happen! Gotta get you home, first. Though I’m definitely no stranger to bein’ put through training. Hopefully this’ll be less lethal, ha ha. But it sounds… really amazing. And if you’re wanting to make allies, Spikey’s definitely down with that. That dumbass has tried to end blood feuds, for cryin’ out loud. He’s actually succeeded, which is the scary part. Well, I’ll definitely be comin’ by soon, then.

The sooner we open the Stargate to Earth, the better! And the training should be a cakewalk with your experience - though it’s as much about being mentally flexible as it is about being physically agile. You never know just what to expect on a mission. I look forward to seeing you both soon!

#majorsamanthacarter #RP: chat with carter #//done!

Sounds like a plan! We'll make ourselves available to help get it working, and don't be a stranger. You know where to find us, after all. I think we'll probably do well enough with the training, but first things first. See you around, Carter. I'll run all this by Spikey, too.

Seeing Double (Closed RP: Nicholas-Wolfwood)

Wolfwood gave a surprisingly happy chuckle. /Well, I don’t remember ANY of the gettin’ there. I was dead for that part./ Carter’s stomach sank. Dead…? /Spikey here thought it prudent to trade his life for mine. I’m sure you know what sorts of miracles a guy like him is capable of performing./ Carter swallowed. The Wolfwood she knew had been terribly wounded as well when he and Vash had first come through the Stargate - only Janet’s immediate intervention and time in the ICU had preserved his life. Carter didn’t like this pattern of mortally wounded Wolfwoods, not at all. Vash was speaking, his voice drained of any inflection. Though his eyes still glowed faintly, they were blank and flat. Carter followed his words, fascinated and dismayed as he described the incredible lengths to which he’d gone to protect Wolfwood. Her eyes caught on the black in his hair as he described how he used his power, and her eyes widened at its implications. Oh. Now Wolfwood was speaking, Vash giving him a look of relief as he took over. /I woke up some time later as he was dying and beginning a Last Run./ Dying… Carter felt cold, but her dismay was mitigated by the fact that Vash was obviously alive and well, sitting in front of her. But - Last Run? Carter heard the significance of that in Wolfwood’s voice and tilted her head, but he was still speaking and she didn’t want to interrupt. She filed the term away for a future moment, listening intently. The rest of the story was fantastic, a massive span crammed into a few sentences - Carter recognized it from mission logs, the blunt words masking a greater whole. They had come close to death several times, it seemed… Their matter-of-fact voices stilled her questions, leaving her uncertain what to ask, what to pick out. The relief in their faces as they looked at each other was palpable, and she smiled wordlessly as they wrapped up, showing her an exquisite, bright feather in a bottle - an otherworldly souvenir. Carter was silent for a few moments after they finished, then smiled. “You’ve come through a lot, it sounds like. I look forward to talking more about this with you two in the future,” she said, her voice sincere. Carter felt distracted, suddenly. She’d learned a lot since meeting these two men, and her mind was full of thoughts and concepts and concerns that she needed to process. Time to excuse myself gracefully, if I can. Nodding, she stood. “Thank you for your hospitality, but I should get going.” She smiled again at the two men who had invited her to their home and shared so much with her in such a short time. Gracious notwithstanding the circumstances of our first meeting. Her smile broadened wryly at the thought as she looked from one to the other, poised to depart.

#majorsamanthacarter #RP: Seeing Double

Vash and Nick couldn't help but appreciate the way Carter listened silently but intently, obviously examining each word and filing ideas away for later, processing the things they said. They enjoyed her company, but it was almost a relief when she stood. The conversation, relaying all that had happened, it was tiring. Good, but tiring.

"Likewise," Nick said, smiling. Vash nodded. "And I'm sure there's a lot we'd like to learn from you. It's probably best for another day, though. I hadn't realized how the time had gotten away from us," he said, grinning sheepishly. "Didn't mean to keep you!" Goodness, but she really hadn't even meant to come over at all, had it not been for the brief mistaken identity that led to all of this.

"It was good to meet you," Vash said, standing, too. He walked over to open the door for her, and Nick rose to join him, offering a hand to shake in parting.

sanguinesaint

✎//feel free to give it a pass. I got your message, by the way!

outofcharacter: "I swear the colour looks better on phone." ;w; "So I was thinking that maybe if Wolfwood and Vincent came to be friends. Perhaps this might happened on some drunken night where yours stole his crimson band and just did the unspeakable. Feel free to take your time, dear! I know I took forever to reply yours. I’m sorry."

"Also, prepare for gunner’s revenge." :|

OOC: Sorry for such a late reply! Gosh, that does sound cute aahahahaa! Love the idea and the painting. Drunken shenanigans sound fun! I'm catching up from hiatus but once I'm a bit more in-control, that does sound fun. <3

#sanguinesaint #ooc

gunghobaritone

Okay fellas, dirty confession time: while it might not be a secret that I’ve been hitching rides my entire life, I kind of—ah, well

I’ve got a lot of time to kill these days and I kind of want to learn how to ride a Tomas. Anybody got any pointers?

#gunghobaritone #RP: Riding Lessons

Oi, Midvalley, why don't you swing by sometime? I've got a stable and two birds if you want to learn. Mine are a lot easier to start with than a skittish Tomas, and we can see how it goes for you.

['Vash dies' pocket AU] Seeing Red (Closed)

Wolfwood growled when the other Vash —Vash, Vash- Spikey- gosh it hurt, it hurt so much…— fell upon him. None of his words really registered in his mind, too overcome as he was with sorrow, agony and blind rage. A dangerous mix. A strangled sob left him, and he clenched his jaw tighter, trembling, eyes squeezing shut. He was gonna make him pay— He had to—

His grip, which had faltered when Vash had hidden the object of his rage from his sight, tightened again with a sickening crunch, but before he could go further, both his hands were wrenched away by the third Wolfwood. He growled and trashed like a wild animal, trying to kick him off.

"YOU DON’T GET IT!" He snapped at the other when he didn’t let him go, trashing even than before. Just watch him, if the man came close enough, he’d rip his throat off with his teeth if it was what it took to get to the bastard who’d killed his partner. Another sob was wrenched from him and he kicked hard in the man’s plexus, wanting to get free, whatever it took. "HE KILLED VASH!” He shouted, so loudly his voice broke. “THE BASTARD KILLED VASH!!!” He repeated, even louder.

"I’m sorry…" It’s all he could say, once his counterpart’s hands had left his airway, he gasped in air, coughing out the repeated plea. "I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry!" It wasn’t a plea for mercy. Or for forgiveness. He knew he didn’t deserve either of them. It was a plea to wake up. To have this all be some sort of horrible nightmare. His eyes were still fixed in horror at Vash’s body. No, at Vash. He had to get up soon, right? His partner was here! In tears! He was just playing a joke, right? A fall couldn’t kill him! He couldn’t have!

He crawled back away from the others, the numbness making his limbs clumsy. His back hit the building behind him and he whimpered, curling around his abused ribs. ‘Wake up… please wake up! This is just a dream! Just another nightmare!’ His double’s screams tore through his chest, hurting deeper than any bullet could cause. And he’d earned every bit of it. He knew that. Stiffling a sob, he clenched his jaw shut. He had no right to cry. Murderers didn’t have a right to cry. ‘It’s just a bad dream… please go away!!”

#RP: Seeing Red #AU: Trigate Vash dies #nicholaswolfwood #starhoppingtrigaters

Nick stayed with Wol, holding him back. "I KNOW he did," he snarled. "YOU THINK I DON'T FUCKING KNOW THAT? KILLING him WON'T MAKE IT BETTER." His voice was hoarse, his feathers inert, not yet considering the others a threat, not enough to take it upon themselves to protect him from them. Vash, on the other hand, bereaved, recognized the murderous intent. Wolfwood- Wol, would kill the other if somebody didn't stop him. Vash... he couldn't let that happen. Couldn't stand the thought of losing another loved one tonight.

With a sob, He rose shakily to his feet, white wings surging from his body. Immediately, he staggered over to the youngest. If he wouldn't defend himself, Vash would have to do it for him. He wanted to scream, wanted to wake up, wanted to turn back time. But he couldn't. He was empty, empty, there was no way to pull it off, no past Gate to link to. All he could do was try to keep them all from breaking further.

He knelt, one of his wings disintegrating as the other grew and enveloped the other completely, an impenetrable wall of feathers. He didn't look at anyone, his remaining hand reaching up to grip his shoulder, head bowed and still keening. He didn't know what to do. Didn't know what to say. Didn't know how to make this right. Didn't know if it ever could be right, but he wouldn't let anyone else die. He couldn't. He heard the others yelling, but he couldn't process the sounds, understand what they said. He couldn't escape it, couldn't reconcile what had happened but no matter how much he willed it, it just went on, like a personal hell.

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19. our characters get injected by a small needle; the box then says "Data collection successful," and proceeds to vanish

Wolfwood dropped the box with a yelp, rubbing the puncture wound. “What the hell was that?!” He glared at it as a voice came out, though he was at a loss what it meant. He gave it a kick. “I told ya we weren’t supposed to push it!!”

Nick jerks back with a curse, shaking the punctured finger and finally sulkily sticking it in his mouth. Sure, it had been entirely his fault, but like hell was he going to admit it.

"Then why did you shove it in my face, huh?" He mumbled, eyes widening a fraction as the box vanished. "Wonder if it’ll be able to tell the difference, for… whatever the hell it wanted."

"Yer our resident ‘freaky shit’ expert, I figured maybe you’d seen somethin’ like it before!" He continued glaring at the spot where it last lay. "Well whatever it was, it better not come back!"

#nicholaswolfwood #RP: Push it REAL good #//done? :D

"Hey, just because I saw SOME freaky shit doesn't mean I know 'em all! That's like sayin' yer an expert on.... drinks just because ya like whiskey," he muttered. "Yeah, here's to never seein' that thing again."

['Vash dies' pocket AU] Seeing Red (Closed)

[From here]

Wolfwood saw the end of the argument, hidden behind his sunglasses. He’d been late to the ‘party’, busy with a few other bastards. He knew his counterpart was there too, somewhere.

Thing was, even if he hadn’t seen what had transpired exactly, from what he could piece together of the argument, he would probably have done exactly the same thing, Vash’s feelings be damned. The guy was more important.

When it started escalating, old insecurities from his younger self bubbling to the surface, Wolfwood approached.

And then— The other pushed Vash to the ground, hard. Vash didn’t move afterward, and Nicky sank to his knees. Wol ran to them, getting down too.

"Oi!" He turned to the younger man, "Learn to control yer temper, dammit!" Oh the irony Then he turned toward Vash and froze.

His partner wasn’t just not moving.

His neck was clearly broken.

Wolfwood stayed frozen like that for a long moment, his expression hidden by his glasses and shadowed by his hair. He knew that if he checked Vash’s pulse, there would be none. Vash was utterly still.

'Still as death..' Wolfwood thought fleetingly.

Then it hit him like a brick. Vash was dead. GONE.

'But it was an accident…' a small voice tried to say in his mind, but it was completely drowned by the fury that suddenly overtook him. He bristled, brusquely whirling toward Nicky and punching him in the face in one single movement, putting his whole weight behind the hit. The younger one went flying, not resisting, and with a feral cry, Wol was on him, one knee in his rib cage.

He grabbed his collar, smashing Nicky into the ground —hard ground, why did it have to be hard ground— and planting another fist in his face on the recoil. The sick feeling swirled inside him and clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth. Tears started falling down his eyes, but he didn’t notice them as wrapped one hand around his younger self’s neck, the other smashing into his face. “You killed him—” He growled lowly, a feral sound. Both his hands tightened, and he wondered in sickening satisfaction which one would give in first, his neck or his skull.

He barely registered what was happening. All he knew was pain. Physical pain. Enough to jar him from his catatonic state. But just barely. He allowed his counterpart to strike him. To throw him down. To strangle him. He deserved it. God, he fucking deserved it.

Mind still numb, Wolfwood raised his hands to the one around his neck, gasping for air through coughs. The other’s knee was crushing his rib cage, his hands threatening to shatter his skull and break his own neck as well. But he didn’t resist. Wide, frightened eyes looked up into the other Wolfwood’s watery ones, and he barely managed to speak.

"…I… I’m… sorry…" He couldn’t bring himself to cry. To fight. To yell. What right did he have? He’d… God, he’d killed him! He’d killed Vash! Maybe he’d been right… Killing was all he knew how to do. And a dangerous animal had to be put down, right?

So he didn’t fight, hoping that the pain would end soon.