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sticksandbones2024-10-07 08:29 pm
oleaeuropaea) wrote in sticksandbones2024-10-07 08:29 pm
Something Wicked This Way Comes
Who: Vash the Stampede, Kiera, Passenger, Wolfwood, and Zahilya. Plus some others if they want
What: It's time for a homecoming. Too bad the greetings won't be so warm.
When: End of September
Where: Around the Grove
Warnings: Gore. Character Death. Possession. References to holy imagery.
[As September draws to a close, the woods seem eerily silent. It seems almost as if the birds have stopped singing. They hold their breath, fearful of a predator stalking amidst the woods. Through the brush, maybe you’ll see it — feathers that stick up like blades. Once bright white plumage has been tarnished with dirt, debris, and perhaps even blood.
But you’ll have only a second to see it. For just as soon as contact is made at the edge of the woods, the creature bursts out.
Vash the Stampede has returned to Aldric’s Grove.]
What: It's time for a homecoming. Too bad the greetings won't be so warm.
When: End of September
Where: Around the Grove
Warnings: Gore. Character Death. Possession. References to holy imagery.
[As September draws to a close, the woods seem eerily silent. It seems almost as if the birds have stopped singing. They hold their breath, fearful of a predator stalking amidst the woods. Through the brush, maybe you’ll see it — feathers that stick up like blades. Once bright white plumage has been tarnished with dirt, debris, and perhaps even blood.
But you’ll have only a second to see it. For just as soon as contact is made at the edge of the woods, the creature bursts out.
Vash the Stampede has returned to Aldric’s Grove.]
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[He bites at his lip. Guilt floods him for being so stupid, so naive. He almost doesn't want to finish speaking, but some part of him feels compelled. Wolfwood is his confessional, and here he is to bear his sins.]
We were all so happy again. I didn't want it to go away.
[Look where denial had got him in the end.]
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When has our happiness ever been permanent? That ain't in the cards for people like us.
[People who are cursed by fate. Vash, who will forever be dogged by the sins of his past, and Wolfwood who is destined to die young and filled with regret. That's just something they have to try to make peace with.
He sighs...and with one last long, baleful look at Vash- hoping he'll just look at him, look at him, he finally looks away for a moment, his fingers digging into his arms.]
...I get it. I do. But I wish you'd...talked to me.