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[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[Two men appear sliding along the 'floor' of the Astral Plane, one clad in black and the other in red. They look like they're hugging each other as they rolled for a few more feet then come to a stop, their wake marred with bits of stone, wood, and the strong smell of gunpowder. The priest in black ends up on the bottom and lays there sucking in air, a cigarette still some how managing to stay glued to the corner of his mouth.]

"Th' fuck!"

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[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

It's not like it's my fault they fault they had a bomb!

[taking the shirt, he scoots around to behind Wolfwood as he begins to tear it up into strips, slowing as he sees the scars on his back] ...

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Yeah but you're still ripping my shirt up.

[blows smoke and frowns, turning his head to look at Vash, ready to rip into him before catching the look on his face] ...He doesn't have 'em?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

... No. He doesn't.

[solemn now, he ties the ends of the strips together before starting to wind them around his ribs, keeping enough pressure to hold the broken ones in place]

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Outside, inside, it don't make any difference.

[he grounds out the cigarette butt and raises his arms for the first couple loops and then helps with trying to keep the wrappings tight] Don' worry 'bout 'em.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[stays silent until he finishes with the makeshift bandages, tying it off tightly] How's that feel?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[tries a few deep breaths, nodding to himself as his ribs don't jar so much and he can still breath fine] It'll work. Thanks... [turns to look at Vash and stops talking, just looking at him instead]

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[stares at him for a moment before pulling his arms back, scooting back from him as well] Then maybe we should get going.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[blinks, grabs and shakes off his coat and tugs it back on and checks his .45] Yeah. Let's chase 'em outta town.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[climbs up to his feet, checking to make sure Wolfwood's ready before disappearing back off the Plane]

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[moves a tad slower than normal as he gets to his feet and poofs back to town]