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Big deal. Th' stars ain't no different back home 'cept they're closer here. An' you don't see the colors much but that's from being on the ground and the sky's too far from the ground. I guess there's a point to 'em, but I don' see it. I'm not into that romance stuff like Missy is t' see anythin' here.

So this part of th' machine, right? Th' reason why I got dragged back? Not that I'm complainin' 'bout that, I jus' gotta know, alright? So I'm not feelin' like ditchin' this place for somethin' a lot more entertaining than a bunch of stars. I've got things to do and people to get in touch with. I can't be messing 'round here all th' time.

[sucks in his breath and stuffs his hands in his pockets]

Right. So how th' hell do I get back?

[ooc; And say hi to the wolfwood, he won't bite ~~unless you're vash but that's another story~~. Also he won't know anyone so confusion ftw? I'll be poofing off soonish and will answer tags after work.]

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That's funny, I am staying in Karkassas. [pronouncing it differently? sure.] There wasn't anything to rebuild...

[eyes him] Not Karkassas, Carcasses. An' it was all blown to shit an' back 'fore I died.

[snorts and leans back in his invisible chair]

Probably the same town but not jus' like I'm the same Wolfwood but not an' you're the same Stampede but not.

[brow furrowing] I wish I knew how this was possible. If this isn't a trick, then there's a whole other No Man's Land out there...

[finally downs the rest of his drink]

I don' even know how those twins got me here, let alone brought me back. I was so full o' holes not even you could save me.

[makes a face, staring into his glass] Shit, Spikey, none o' it makes sense.

Them and that Meredith lady must be powerful to be able to do all of this. They told me that this plane is run off the energy of the universe! I can't even picture that.

There's a few people here trying to figure it out. I'm sure you'll run into them sooner or later.

...There's gotta be a lot of stuff out there in th' universe this place's built off o' if that's the truth. I can't see this as small by any stretch.

My gut tells me it won't work. They'd be better to focus that energy on other matters.

You never know. Anything they can find out to help could make a difference.

As for that, I have no idea if this place even has an end. They also told me that we can bring anything we want here, no matter the size.

I suppose it can't hurt...

It doesn't look like it does. [quizical look then thinks] So if I brought th' Punisher up here an' fire it off, think it'll hit anythin'?

... You might hit one of the other people wandering around.

[snorts and downs his whiskey] I was hopin' t' hit one of those stars, not a person. But fine. I'll leave it on my grave.

It'd be no use, anyway. It'd burn up before it hit.

You jus' like spoilin' all my fun.

It's not my fault your version of fun is shooting things.

I've got other things I do for fun!

Oh yeah? Name a few! The view here might be nice, but it gets kinda boring.

Uhhh... [eyes the bottle of whiskey] drinking? Sex? [glances at Vash, getting all fuming] Like it's any o' your business!

[stares blankly at him for all of two seconds ... before bursting out laughing]

[stares at Vash and sighes - yes he walked into that one - and promptly pours the rest of his whiskey over Vash's head] Shaddup!

HEY! [now some of his spikes are damp enough to be drooping, not to mention the strong smell of alcohol] What was that for?!

[starts wiping away what of it drips into his face and down to his neck] It was just the way you said it!

Because you piss me off! [was not going to even THINK what he was thinking there right before dumping his drink over Vash's hair]

Quit your whinin'. I could've hit you instead.

Edited 2008-01-31 07:57 (UTC)

So instead you dump your drink on me? Now I smell like a bar! [yeah, he's whining, but it's Wolfwood's fault!]

You could've said you played cards, or listened to the radio, or anything else!

It wouldn't be the first time, moron!

[yes this was just a bit better, arguing over something that didn't matter instead of addressing the real issue]

Who doesn't play cards?

Edited 2008-01-31 08:10 (UTC)

[sorry, is convinced Wolfwood had no decent hobbies now]

This time, I didn't choose to smell like a bar. That's a big difference.

[shakes his head and reaches for the bottle]

[at least he doesn't go running about yelling 'love and peace' and let's himself get beaten up just because someone would be saved]

Like hell there is.

[eyes him]

[pours himself another glass, since Wolfwood obviously can't be trusted with the whiskey]

This is why you need a real hobby. It'd relieve some of your stress! ... Have you ever considered baking? [hey, it's worth a shot]