Introduction
It has been several months since Vash returned to the two insurance girls and things have been quite hectic. Knives despite not being inflicted with any life threatening wounds has been in a almost comatose state. Vash has been his soul caregiver just out of his fear of what Knives might do to the girls when he comes out of this state. Vash has hopes that his brother will change his ways of thinking when it comes to humans; but still has a fear that he will have to kill his brother in the end.
Milly and Meryl quit their jobs at Bernardeli Insurance Company after a new but happy development with Milly. Not long after Vash returned with Knives Milly found herself to be pregnant, with the only man she'd ever loved child... Wolfwood. As a tribute to him Milly convinced Meryl and Vash to come back to December and help her run the orphanage. Meryl wanting to live a quiet life and getting a pretty good amount of money from Bernardeli for her work with Vash the Stampede agreed. Still Meryl is fighting with herself and her feeling for Vash, not sure if she could live with the heartache of growing old and Vash being forever young.
But unknown to the group of friends, someone very close to them is still alive... Wolfwood spent six weeks in a coma after the wounds he received in the battle with Chapel "The Evergreen". After waking he found that he had been in the care of a deaf priest that had found him the church where he had collapsed. Unfortunately Wolfwood has no memory of Vash, Meryl or his beloved Milly. It has taken him several months to finally get something back and that was a memory of the orphanage in December. So after thanking the priest profusely for his kindness and care, he sets out to December.
Even though the planet Gunsmoke has eased in the past months with word that the infamous "Humanoid Typhoon", was killed in a gunfight; things are still not the Eden that everyone wants. And now with the rumors of a strange man that is causing the destruction of towns all over the planet people are beginning to fear a name once again and that name is Talon. A man that is rumored to control the minds of people and turn them against each other. With this new foe once again with a $$60,000,000,000.00 bounty; will Vash take up arms again to help save humanity? Who is this man called Talon? What will happen when Knives comes out of his coma like state, will he change his ideals or will he turn on his brother and the human women that have helped cared for him. Or will the new young woman to befriend Milly and Meryl change his mind, or maybe even his heart.
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Vash the Stampede played by Mr. Fly on the wall
Merly Stryfe played by bananaramma
Milly Thompson (Played by Bananaramma)
Nicholas D. Wolfwood played by Lovely VonSchultz
Knives Millions played by Yonbibuns
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Harry Jameson played by jackrhien
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"Normally I would... but this is more of an honor payment than anything. A woman like that seems too sweet to try the usual stint on."
He laughed quietly as he lowered the sunglasses. Despite the almost manic nature from the gunfight before, his eyes were calm and friendly now. He was not a man that favored violence per se. He knew when it had to be used, but in normal circumstances, he acted more like any other person... well, as normal as someone in his position would be. Regardless of how friendly he may have appeared, his full intent was not to reveal his currently calm demeanor, but rather to inspect the individual that walked by him. He could tell that he was a man that carried a heavy weight on him, and carried it well... except for the fact that he seemed like the person who was unsure of what it was. It was a strange facet that he had about him, and one that he couldn't quite put his finger on. One thing was for certain though, he was heading in the direction that he'd be going towards after his business.
"Heading towards December? Not sure if you're interested, but I have some business up there myself. Looking for someone of interest. Figure we could tag along for the ride up."
Harry grinned as he whipped out some of the bills. While not one to normally ask for company, his travel lately was almost maddening. The only souls he came in to contact with were degenerates, violent madmen, or someone who'd be his "friend" for a price." He wasn't sure what it was about the man, but something said he was the kind of person he could easily get along with... although based one experience, there were two things that proved that: the bar and a shooting range.
"Since I couldn't exactly afford to pay you for your share of the work, Thomases and booze would be on me."
After a moment, he suddenly scoffed, his thought processes becoming a bit more rational. Before any official deal was made, he figure it would be best to get a better understanding of who he would be dealing with. He gave a slight wave with his hand.
"Didn't even introduce myself. Name's Harry Jameson. You are?"
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"Good morning everybody", cheered Milly when she came in the door of the kitchen of the orphanage, the children were all seated at long table eating. They all smiled and cheered when Milly came and sat with them. "They'll be going out to play after breakfast today Milly do you mind watching them I have some things I need to finish here", said Sister Mary. Milly smiled, "Sure no problem", said Milly, as soon as the children had finished their food, they went outside to the playground. Milly smiled as she watched the children play, one day her son or daughter was going to be out there playing.
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Upon hearing Vash' silent footfalls, Knives finally glanced over his slumped shoulders. Nobody deserves to die. Hadn't he been, throughout all of this damned struggle, the antagonist? From the limited literature he'd managed to salvage in ruined buildings, Knives had learnt that humans believed there always had been a villain in their petty stories; an antagonist opposing his protagonist. A few of those spined books had been ripped to shreds in his frustration, because all of those absurd beliefs carried on in those damnable things, as well. The hero always rose up and conquered the villain in purity and compassion, leaving him breathing dust without a sword in the swine's heart. And if he wasted his chance, would Vash finally kill him? He'd done it before. He'd forced that oath out of him like a squashed orange. However, even so, that goodness was still there. A blooming flower facing the barest of environments. And with his brother's final words, the door closed behind him and Knives was left alone to ponder his words.
Honestly, Knives hadn't slept that well. Nightmares plagued him, licking hot and tawdry and leaving him a sweating mess against the sheets. His aching legs dangled from the edge of the mattress, thick sheets bunched at the end of the bed. Knives planted his feet firmly against the wooden flooring, shuddering lightly at how cool it seemed. Several breaths hitched in his throat as the sentient Plant bunched his shoulders and slowly eases himself away from the headboard, steadying himself on a nearby chair. Had it been there the entire time? Surely, none of the women would have visited him. He scoffed sourly, prodding the untouched foot sitting in his tray. So, it must've been his brother who'd constantly filtered through his room; bringing things and taking them away. Praying for him to wake up? And for what. The answers eluded him.
“Useless body!” The words erupted from his lips, trembling and shaking from his now-deflated lungs. All in one movement, Knives abruptly stood and knocked the chair over, only to stumble forward and catch hold of the windowsill. He was looking for meaning in death—but found nothing, awoke with nothing. His fingers opened, then closed. There were no butterflies or spiders in his palms. War constantly welcomed death into it's arms, opened wounds that festered into hate. Wasn't that what he and Vash had together? He had important people. Important humans. He had nothing. He planted his palms against the window, pushed lightly and dragged it open. A soft breeze billowed through his hair, causing him to lean forward.
How peculiar.
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What if what had almost killed him months ago was waiting for him in December? What if there was nothing and he was once again left with a void in his chest? The visions of red and the sweet smile of people he knew had long since vanished and Nicholas was content with the silence in his heart. Still, the pressure weighed down on him and so he just kept his hands tucked into his pocket and his eyes watching the horizon melting away before them.
"So," Nicholas spoke, breaking the comfortable silence between them, "you say this man has quite the bounty on him?" He adjusted his sunglasses and then decided he didn't need them in the darkness anymore. They tucked nicely into the inside pocket of his patched up suit jacket. "Have a name or anything?"
Damn, a car would have been nice right about now.
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His thoughts were soon interrupted. He turned his head towards Nicholas as he snapped back into reality. He chuckled quietly as he shook his head. He looked over at the town in the distance. It appeared quiet and peaceful. It was ironic... the places of peace seemed to scare most people off in finding him. A sly grin of anticipation slowly grew on his face.
"Not going to lie, even people living under a rock know who I'm talking about, based on the bounty alone. The guy's named Vash... a slippery little trickster, that's for sure."
He thought back to that night in his home town when a group of raiders blew through. The embers flying from the rooftops illuminated the night sky like a setting sun. He didn't remember much... except for the smoke and flames that spread throughout, choking everyone who tried to escape, as well as the screams and laughter amidst the carnage... and the blonde man in a red coat. But he wasn't with them...
A trickster indeed...
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"What a stupid name." He chuckled and spit the dead cigarette from his lips. "Nope. I can't recall the name." Shrugging, he turned his gray eyes forward again. Nicholas didn't pay much mind to the mannerisms of his fellow traveler. It was obvious they were both searching for something quite similar: an abstract thought that could or could not be real. A person, an idea, a dream... Whatever it was, they could silently understand each other without having to even look.
The town was pretty quiet when they came upon it and luckily for them an old man, standing outside his home on the outskirts, directed them right to the hotel. It was well kept and the old woman standing behind the counter was nice enough. She reminded Nicholas of one of the sisters that had helped to take care of him after he... Well, that wasn't something he chose to dwell on most of the time. Anyway, Nicholas felt quite alright talking to her.
After asking for two rooms for both of them, Nicholas turned to Harry and held out his large, calloused hand. "Thanks for the ride..." He turned to make his way up the steps. "And the company."
His room was small, a table, two chairs, a bed, and a vanity with a pitcher of water and a bowl. It was enough, really. Just enough for him to stay, figure out what he needed to figure out, and then leave. Though his share of the bounty earlier hadn't been properly handed out, Nicholas knew he had enough to remain for a few days before needing to find some more money. Harry would be a good go-to man for that sort of thing.
Stripping off his jacket and shirt, Nicholas plopped down onto his bed and rested with his hands underneath his black hair. It was strange. He'd walked into December, thinking he would feel something almost instantly, only to find that nothing came to. Nothing was familiar; nothing was recognizable to him. It was like walking into any other kind of city. What had he been so afraid of? Why had he worried so much about what he would find here, when all that had happened was a cool breeze and the moon shining through his rented window? It seemed a walk around town in the morning would be needed. Something, somewhere in this place had to hold a piece of what he was forgetting.
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Wolfwood was up well before the sun, unable to sleep for long periods of time since his initial waking from his injuries. On most days, he would get up, wash up, get dressed and stroll around. Instead, in this particular section of the planet, Nicholas decided to wait for other townspeople to rise. He wanted to see it in full bloom, with the town moving like the many veins in the body. Pumping with life and breathing in oxygen. Seeing it that way might trigger something. The priest was angry for a moment, unsure of why he had worked so hard to get here, only to find nothing he knew.
It wasn't long before what he wanted came to pass. Markets opened up and shops began to clean the front stoops of their doors. Families were rousing and children were heading out into the streets to kick about leather balls and chase each other through the alleys. Wolfwood stood up, ready for the day long ago, and made his way into the crowds. Something about the children made his lips curl up in a smile and if he hadn't been wearing his sunglasses, one might have noticed a little sparkle of happiness.
He remembered wanting to help children like him. He remembered making a place for them, but he couldn't remember how or when. December was his answer. An orphanage here was his way out. But how? What was there? The group of children lead him to a playground where one of the balls came flying at his face. Grabbing it swiftly, Nicholas chuckled and kicked it back into the game. A few parents and adults were standing on the outskirts of the park, watching and talking and smiling.
For the first time in a long time, Nicholas felt almost whole.
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As he cleared out the chambers, he found him self staring at it with remembrance, but not fondness. He set the gun on the table, giving it a disconcerting frown that stared back at him, one that was vaguely familiar to him and one other. A scowl gradually grew on his face as he turned off the light. He couldn't sleep... all because of the memories he had affiliated with that gun. Those sleeping dogs wouldn't lie for as long as he lived. He groaned quietly as he rubbed his eyes, tiredness taking over. He simply wanted to rest and be at peace for a moment. However, a beam of light shot through the crevice between his fingers. Soon, the light grew bigger and brighter. He moved his hand to see a growing glow emitting from the pistol. He turned his head to look towards the window. The sun was rising. His weary eyes widened in some shock. He groaned loudly as his head sank in frustration. He had clearly lost track of time. He got to his feet and walked over to the handcannon, cradled in the holster. He grabbed the sling and strapped it on before grabbing his coat. He quickly hurried outside of his room and head down the stairs, the depressing thoughts seeping from his mind, being replaced by a sense of curiosity.
"Might as well tour the town."
As he pressed through the doors, the light his face... and a sudden sense of renewal flushed through him. He closed his eyes, taking a moment to take a breath and refocus his thoughts. A smile grew on his face as ideas came to mind. As he reached into his pocket and pulled out his sunglasses, the smile turned into a grin.
"I'm sure there are some lovely ladies somewhere."
Two things were always for certain. He was a man that was plagued by demons at night... and by day, those thoughts were always chased away in a way he chased skirts. It wasn't normal by no means... but it kept him content at some point, and that was all he could want.
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Vash walked outta the bath room an wandered the house thinking about things. Things about Milly and Meryl And how his behaveuer in the past had effected them. he had been obsessing over knives getting better he had realized that he had been completely neglecting there feeling's. " maybe knives isn't the only one who's in need of healing.''
" oh what am i going to do. everything is so messed up. how can things go back to the way they where after so much bad things had happened.'' he thought back to when Meryl had that upset and embraced him and told him '' that it hurts her to see him so depressed.'' Why did she say that. What can he do to start to feel like he did before being a care free donuts hog again. when he wasn't care free. He cared for the safety for everyone in the house now that Knives was awake and nothing he said seemed to change his mind.
his train of thought was instantly derailed wen he heard the ruckus in knives room he ran in quickly opening the door to find knives outta bed and leaning agenst the window looking out ward. '' Uh...Knives.'' Vash slowly approached him '' Knives.... I know you want to be out and about but. well your probably regenerating by now. look knives I've been wondering. why don't you give the human's a chance. There not as bad as you think. if you just give them a chance I'm sure you would fin something you like about them. I mean take meryl she's a great cook and everything
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When she got up to house she noticed Knives leaning out the window of his bedroom. She was quite curious of this and surprised to see him up so soon. She knocked on the door.
Meryl had came down stairs and started making some coffee and put out the box of donuts that she had bought Vash the day before when she heard a knock on the front door.
She was surprised to see Johanna, "Back so soon" she said Johanna laughed "Yeah you just can't get rid of me can you". She stepped inside and looked around
"Where's Milly" she asked. Meryl took a sip of coffee "I think she's already at the orphanage cause she wasn't here when I got up this morning" she said as she offered a seat to Johanna.
Johanna sat down and grabbed donut, "I guess she needed some time to herself; frankly I don't blame her" said Johanna. "Hows Knives and Vash been" she asked. Meryl shook her head "Well the world hasn't blown up so I guess it's alright. Last time I checked Vash was up" said Meryl.
Johanna nodded "Yes and I saw Knives in the window while I was walking up" Johanna stuck the last piece in her mouth. "I'm gonna go check on them" said Johanna, she made her way up the stairs and knocked on the bedroom door.
"Hello it's me may I come in" Johanna asked through the door.
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When he was bombarded by more than one child, he let his knees buckle to the ground, all smiles and laughter. If Nicholas had been looking at it from the outside, he probably would have puked. But it was a nice feeling on the inside and he wouldn't let his learned cynicism tear it down.
"Hey!" One voice hollered from the metal jungle gym a few feet away. "HEY! IT'S MISTER WOLFWOOD! MISTER WOLFWOOD!" Nicholas lifted his head through the mass of tangled arms and legs around his head. The other children he'd started playing with all stopped as well. More than half of the children aboard the jungle gym and swings stopped what they were doing and stared at the dog pile of soccer players. Something in Nicholas stirred, but he couldn't force it out. More children came rushing toward him and jumped on top. Kisses and hugs swarmed him. This was familiar, but not enough to rock apart the memories he couldn't remember.
"Mister Wolfwood! I missed you!" One little boy hollered right into his ear. Nicholas almost shoved him away until he caught the smile on his face and the sparkle shining in his round brown eyes. He was just a kid. Just a kid... Just a...
A gun shot rang through his memories and he was filled with an emotion he wasn't ready for. Tiny little arms wrapped around his neck and soft black hair brushed his cheek.
"Mista Wolfwood," a tiny little voice whispered. "We are so glad you're back." The little girl had to be no older than five. He felt something rip through him and suddenly his arms were wrapped around the mass of children he couldn't remember but knew he should.
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The twins watched as some of the kids tackled a really tall guy, they stood up to see someone very familiar underneath the pile of children. "Big brother!!" they called out and went running. Milly heard the twins call out and watched as they ran to a man being tackled by the orphans "Oh no excuse me mam I need to get my children". Milly ran and started pulling children off the man "I'm so sorry sir I don't know what got into them are..." as she pulled the last child off and the man is uncovered. Milly feels her legs go weak and she drops to her knees, "N...N...N...Ni...cholas" she says at barely a whisper. Then tears begin to stream down her face, "Big sister don't cry big brother's home" said one of the children.
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The apology did not escape his ears and he waved his right hand, readjusting the sunglasses on his nose. Nicholas had planned on speaking in return to her when he heard his name. She'd stuttered through it, and this was followed by sobbing. All the children turned their attention to "Big Sister". Nicholas felt like an ass and rubbed the back of his head, wondering what in the hell was going on.
"Look, lady, I didn't... I mean, what did I do?" Had he looked mean? Did he say something harsh without realizing it? Highly doubtful, seeing as Wolfwood always made sure to mean what he'd said and say what he meant. Pushing through the children, he grabbed her hand and pulled her up. "'Scuse me, kids." With ease, and a little bit of awkwardness on his part, Nicholas sat her down. After this he wasn't really sure what to do. As a matter of fact, for quite some time he stood there, one hand on the back of his head, the other shoved nervously into a pocket.
"I wish I could figure all this out, but I'm not really quite sure what the big deal's all about."
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