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magisteriaexe2024-10-14 08:27 pm
bountyfull) wrote in magisteriaexe2024-10-14 08:27 pm
Two plants meet outside a bar.
Who: Vash and Knives
What: twins have a discussion.
When: late at night
Where: That one abandoned fucking building idk man
Warnings: Violence.
[ It's late, but still before midnight. Perhaps that's for the best, even with the streetlights keeping this particular street fairly well lit, wandering through a city at night isn't normally spectacularly safe. Vash doesn't seem to be worrying about that right now, but he is holding up what looks like a bag of ice to his face.
Beneath the ice, his skin is already bruising. It likely won't last long, even here where Vash has come to the understanding that his nature is dampened somewhat. He stops to lean against the wall of a building for a moment when his head swims. He might have a concussion, but in the grand scheme of things, it'd been worth it.
He'd managed to help a larger fight from breaking out at the bar, and that's all that matters. He pauses when he hears something coming from behind him, his stance shifting to turn and look back... ]
Nai?
[ He might have almost missed it, but it's hard to mistake his brother for anyone but who he is, even in the dim light of the evening. ]
What: twins have a discussion.
When: late at night
Where: That one abandoned fucking building idk man
Warnings: Violence.
[ It's late, but still before midnight. Perhaps that's for the best, even with the streetlights keeping this particular street fairly well lit, wandering through a city at night isn't normally spectacularly safe. Vash doesn't seem to be worrying about that right now, but he is holding up what looks like a bag of ice to his face.
Beneath the ice, his skin is already bruising. It likely won't last long, even here where Vash has come to the understanding that his nature is dampened somewhat. He stops to lean against the wall of a building for a moment when his head swims. He might have a concussion, but in the grand scheme of things, it'd been worth it.
He'd managed to help a larger fight from breaking out at the bar, and that's all that matters. He pauses when he hears something coming from behind him, his stance shifting to turn and look back... ]
Nai?
[ He might have almost missed it, but it's hard to mistake his brother for anyone but who he is, even in the dim light of the evening. ]