[ It’s a shock to the overall senses. He remembers seeing pictures of the sea, in screen projected images and grainy footage. He understood that it was more water than he had ever seen in his life in one massive space, but being plunged into it was quiet a different experience than just seeing it second hand. It was cold and so salty. It clung to his skin, burned his nose and made all the clothes he was wearing ten times heavier than they normally were. Which made Vash realize one more thing, he also knew the theory of swimming, but that was just a theory. His legs and arms don’t seem to want to work together and he flails miserably, smacking a few faces along the way. He inhales a lungful of water and chocks. He wasn’t really hurt or needed medical attention, but now he just might.
It’s only a very short swim to safety but he is not nailing it by any means as he sinks. ]
> 409
[ Vash is thankful that on some fundamental level he is a person to act without really thinking. Giant terrors falling straight from the sky? It is an emergency and needs to be taken care of and he is more than willing to be a person right there on the scene. Only he knows he is most handy with his gun. Not with keys to a bike. Not the keys to a bike that looks like that. He never could figure out Wolfwood’s simple two wheeler. How the hell would he manage this?
With a patent goofy smile, he throws the keys up in the air and catches them. It’s a slick trick, maybe very deceptive on how well this will actually go. ]
First time for everything, right? Maybe the two thousand six hundred and seventh time is the charm? At least there’s no road to run off!
[ Maybe get those keys away from him. ]
> NOTHING WASTED
[ There’s a very lanky gunman standing on the beach, with a very pained expression on his face. On the one hand, he knows that food has to come from somewhere, and even the fluffiest and cutest of animals will often meet that fate. These things are far from cute but it feels a little wrong to even consider cutting them. And burning them? This is chaos.
He notices his fellow voluneetolds setting about their task and sputters. ]
W-wait a minute, shouldn’t we be thinking this through? Like a proper burial? We can’t just eat them, that’s inhuman!
[ He seems to be completely ignoring the fact that they had to fight them mere hours ago. ]
> HYPERNET
Username? Really? Does it have to be something fancy?
Vash (trigun)
[ It’s a shock to the overall senses. He remembers seeing pictures of the sea, in screen projected images and grainy footage. He understood that it was more water than he had ever seen in his life in one massive space, but being plunged into it was quiet a different experience than just seeing it second hand. It was cold and so salty. It clung to his skin, burned his nose and made all the clothes he was wearing ten times heavier than they normally were. Which made Vash realize one more thing, he also knew the theory of swimming, but that was just a theory. His legs and arms don’t seem to want to work together and he flails miserably, smacking a few faces along the way. He inhales a lungful of water and chocks. He wasn’t really hurt or needed medical attention, but now he just might.
It’s only a very short swim to safety but he is not nailing it by any means as he sinks. ]
> 409
[ Vash is thankful that on some fundamental level he is a person to act without really thinking. Giant terrors falling straight from the sky? It is an emergency and needs to be taken care of and he is more than willing to be a person right there on the scene. Only he knows he is most handy with his gun. Not with keys to a bike. Not the keys to a bike that looks like that. He never could figure out Wolfwood’s simple two wheeler. How the hell would he manage this?
With a patent goofy smile, he throws the keys up in the air and catches them. It’s a slick trick, maybe very deceptive on how well this will actually go. ]
First time for everything, right? Maybe the two thousand six hundred and seventh time is the charm? At least there’s no road to run off!
[ Maybe get those keys away from him. ]
> NOTHING WASTED
[ There’s a very lanky gunman standing on the beach, with a very pained expression on his face. On the one hand, he knows that food has to come from somewhere, and even the fluffiest and cutest of animals will often meet that fate. These things are far from cute but it feels a little wrong to even consider cutting them. And burning them? This is chaos.
He notices his fellow voluneetolds setting about their task and sputters. ]
W-wait a minute, shouldn’t we be thinking this through? Like a proper burial? We can’t just eat them, that’s inhuman!
[ He seems to be completely ignoring the fact that they had to fight them mere hours ago. ]
> HYPERNET
Username? Really? Does it have to be something fancy?
[ User name ‘somethingfancy’ registered. ]