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[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[suddenly, a door appears! It's made of a heavy metal, like something off of a small fortress, it's surface pockmarked with dents that could only be from bullets.]

[it teeters in place for a moment before falling over completely, hitting whatever passes for 'ground' here - and Vash is standing behind it, his left arm still outstretched. He's holding his revolver in his right hand, pointed upwards, and generally looks a little disheveled.]

[he flashes a quick, triumphant grin, and then he disappears, leaving the door behind.]


(OOC: Vash will be showing up again in about ~20 minutes after this, so I'll assume any questions directed to him take place then, unless otherwise noted. :Db)

Comments

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Oh. ...Who's door is it?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

Well, it belonged to some bad men, but they won't be needing it where they're going.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Oh, cool, did you just help arrest people?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[a little embarrassed] I couldn't just stand around and let them move into my town! I guess you could call it civic duty.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[aw but she's proud] That's really brave of you. Is everyone all right?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[that's so cute of her ;_;] Ahahaha, I only did what I had to! I injured a few of them, but it wasn't anything a good doctor couldn't fix.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

That's pretty amazing! [walking around the door now] So were they hiding behind this or something?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[laughing and rubbing the back of his neck] Yeah, they had it locked up! You're sure curious about this stuff, aren't you?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Well usually I wouldn't be but for one thing it is pretty random to have a door here. But also... [hands on her hips in thought] We're pretty much on our own, so it's important to look out for each other and know what's going on.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

You're absolutely right, Fumie. It's good to look out for your friends!

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Of course I'm right. [still curious, though] You didn't get hurt, did you?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[smiling widely at her] Nothing worse than a few scratches and bruises.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

That's pretty lucky, then.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it sure was!