It's all for the donuts

[goldenglasses]

Who: Vash (goldenglasses), Rogue (touchofrogue), and a random troll named Wolfwood (not_a_bluesbro )
When: Saturday, November 20th
Where: Vash’s bedroom. >D
Summary: During his morning meditation, Vash has a crash-in visitor and a nice little coma nap.
Rating: PG, come on people! They’re all wearing clothes!

Vash awoke as he did every morning; eyes slowly opening as he slipped away from the night’s dream. He yawned as he pushed himself slowly upwards and gave his bed hair a ruffle. He hadn’t particularly liked last night’s dream. It was more like a nightmare really, but it was gone now and it was another chilly day in Luceti.

He took a deep breath and crossed his legs in bed. Shutting his eyes as he began his morning meditation. The subjects are of love and peace, he usually quits after about three seconds, but this morning the meditation is going to be cut off a little short.

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[touchofrogue]

Rogue appears out of no where and lands with smack dab on the lap of... attractive blond man. Okay, she's had crazier dreams. "Oomph!"

...but she's not usually wearing so little in them. And he certainly doesn't feel like a dream. "What the-- careful, don't--"

[goldenglasses]

Vash didn't even see her coming. After all, it's not everyday that someone suddenly appears out of no where to fall on top of you. He didn’t even get a chance to give off a moronic scream before he found a rather pretty girl in his lap… in a sundress. Vash has been in Luceti long enough to know a new feather when he sees one.

“Are you alright, miss?” His knees after all not being the most comfortable thing to land on. He reaches out with his ungloved hand to touch her shoulder to help her sit up. Of course, this turns out to be a rather bad move.

[touchofrogue]

On second thought, maybe the 'sitting down and letting him touch her' - not that he'd given her much of a a choice - wasn't the worst idea. The minute she felt the familiar tug of her powers, she knew that:

A) This wasn't a dream
B) Something was seriously wrong

Because her powers had never felt this sluggish. Each image was distinct and the more she absorbed, the more she realized - that 'A' was an understatement along the lines of 'Unleashing Apocalypse is No Big Deal.'

[goldenglasses]

Vash lets out a quiet, surprised, pained gasp. Memories pour out of him as Rogue will be getting a quick crash course on what it's like to live in Luceti. Some of it really isn't so bad, even a bit comical.

Wolfwood yelling at their cat and only being scratched for his pains.
Vash, stuck napping upside down in a tree.
Eating free donuts.
Eating a quiet dinner with Meryl.
Meryl kissing him.
Eating free donuts.
A nerf gun fight in the plaza.
Rem. Images of a beautiful woman, with long black hair. Her singing and laughing happily.
Eating SANJI'S donuts.
Drinking with Sanji.
The first snowfall he ever saw.

Others, are not nearly so pleasant.

Blood splattered over donuts in the bakery from two bodies, slain by a demon.
Wolfwood so angry at him. Yelling at him and hating him for the one ideal he could never give up or change.
Legato, standing in front of him, riddle with bullets, and his hands are covered in blood. Then that blood vanishes and all that is left is Legato bleeding to death in front of him.
A pile of rubble and pulling a broken and dead geranium from it.
A black and white world, littered with corpses.
An empty room, bare except for a few flowers, the red geranium among them. Rem was gone again. She was dead again. Brief flashes of a ship, silently exploding and a horrible pleased laugher.
His right arm, broken and badly mangled by scientists wanting to how much pain it could be under and his Angel Arm gun still be activated.
His own death at the hands of Yuber.

Welcome to Luceti, Rogue.

[touchofrogue]

So many, many memories - none of them familiar none of them from Earth - Rogue hesitates a few seconds too long, seconds that could have cost both of them if her powers weren't feeling so slow - before scrambling off his lap. It's harder than it should be, her balance is off--

--Wings--

--she lands in a crouch by his bed, the slight thud making her aware of--

Roommate - best friend - black hair and cigarettes -- gun -- and a smile

Her hand up to her head as she takes in the memories and holds on to his psyche for as long as she can, trying to milk as much information out of it as she can about the place where she is and who she's with. As long as she's quiet... everything should be okay for now.

[goldenglasses]

Vash tips over and falls onto his stomach on top of his bed in a deep sleep. His own wings and neck barcode there for her to see. His journal that should have been in many of the images sits on his desk with a snow glob on top of it. His coat hanging up on the wall, walls that are painted in a rather breathtaking sunrise mural.

For now he'll sleep peacefully on the bed for a few minutes.

[touchofrogue]

Rogue knows where everything in the room is - she doesn't even have to look. It's as if she put it away the night before. Her arm... there's something she has to be careful with about her arm, a power there. She feels stronger... older...

Much older.

It's a dangerous thing, to give in to a psyche's desires, but she likes that red coat too... and she needs to cover up. Vash seems like an understanding sort, he'll be all right if she sticks around explains things - and he'll explain more too. Those images of death don't scare her. She's absorbed Wolverine and Sabertooth, she's seen what they've seen and done what they've done and she has blood on her hands too.

Mystique. Apocalypse.

She slips it on. It's old comfortable leather, fits just right - no, it's too big - and starts to look for the gloves that she knows he has. She slips them on and settles on to the floor with her back to the wall, facing the sunrise.

He likes it. -There's laughter and teasing and two girls with dark hair- She does too.

[goldenglasses]

Vash sleeps soundly for a good ten, fifteen minutes before his starts to stir slightly. He groans and slowly pushes himself up right, his left arm coming to rub at his forehead. He speaks softly in a quiet voice. “Ugh… what, what happened? Did Wolfwood get me to drink too much again? I dreamed that a girl fell from the sky and… landed… on…” He stares speechless at the girl huddled in his coat on the opposite side of the room. So apparently that wasn’t a dream.

[touchofrogue]

"Hi." She's moved forward a bit by now because his strength has run out and wings. They hurt if she puts pressure on them, but she knows from his memories that the pain goes away, and that she needs to keep them guarded.

"Sorry about - that." She waves one gloved hand at him a little weakly. "I didn't do it on purpose. I'm Rogue."

[goldenglasses]

Vash fully sits up, his hand still rubbing his head has he does so. “Hi, I’m…” A pause as a fake name doesn’t come as easily with a headache pounding through your brain. “…Frank. Are you alright? What happened?”

[touchofrogue]

Rogue gives him the smallest of sympathetic smiles and shakes her head. "No, you're not. Your name is Vash, and don't worry I'm not going to go around telling - everyone anything. I don't know why I ended up on top of you, but when you touched me you activated my power. So I know who you are."

[goldenglasses]

He turns a slight shade of red as his hand goes from holding his head, to rubbing it sheepishly. "Oh... uh, sorry, it's just that there's someone here and it would be better he doesn't know who I'm acquainted with."

There's a pause as it sinks in what she could mean when she says that she knows who he is. "How much do you know about me?"

[touchofrogue]

She closes her eyes for a minute and sighs. "A lot."

He's not going to like this.

Do you blame him?

No.

Just tell him, he'll understand.

Nobody understands.

Ya got people lookin' out for ya--

Listening to the voices in your head is a good way to get driven crazy. "Look. I don't want to take up too much of your time. I stuck around to make sure you're okay, since my powers are weird here. I'll tell you what happened, but if I do you have to promise not to freak out, okay?"

[goldenglasses]

Vash had just finished seeing Rogue out the door, but there was still one thing to take care of. The nosy roommate he has that doesn't know how to knock before coming into his room. So now that he's done making sure Luceti's newest member has been taken care of he goes searching for a certain priest.

[notabluesbro]

Said-priest was actually walking out of the kitchen, back into the room, when he catches sight of Vash and scowls—because like hell he didn't notice you went and played the charity card with his stuff again.

"Where is my coat, needle noggin."

He already knows where it is, and it's more like a statement than a question, but he presents it nonetheless for the idiot to dispute his case. Which he'll clearly fail at.

[goldenglasses]

Vash just grins and straightens the collar on his own coat. "Well, I couldn't send a poor defenseless girl out into the cold!" He smirks, obviously pleased with himself, before picking up his cup of coffee. "She was a new feather that just suddenly appeared in my room. I couldn't just send her out in that sundress they show up in." He takes a sip of his coffee. It tastes almost as sweet as revenge for that smirk on your face earlier.

[notabluesbro]

"Oh, well, it's good that I was such a wonderful person, letting a poor girl have my coat like that." Whatever, Vash, he's a partial winner here. And he offers a sharp glance in the other man's direction, before smirking yet again.. "Mmhm, she just magically fell into your room. It's okay, Vash—sometimes things happen!"

Sure, he figures Vash is being entirely honest right now, but he can still poke fun at his easily-trolled demeanor.

1/2

[goldenglasses]

"I thought priests were suppose be charitable after all. I figured you wouldn't mind, but don't worry. I'll go get you a new one in a bit so you can still go outside. It looks like it's snowing out after all."

Vash smiles, enjoying the warmth from his mug against his fingers. It was nice. Just chatting and teasing with Wolfwood again. The air felt crisp; which made the warm cup in his hand feel even better. This is something that never could have happened back home. He takes a long sip of coffee, enjoying taste and warmth of it.

2/2

[goldenglasses]

Until your last comment. Then that deliciously warm drink he was enjoying gets choked on. After a few moments of coughing and choking, a little of it even going up his nose, ugh, he can speak again.

"It's true! She's just a new feather! They don't always wake up in the forest! Some show up in people's houses!"

[notabluesbro]

Ahahaha, see, now he enjoys seeing you sputter when you can't read into his teasing comments. He just sips his coffee, nodding, nodding—and suppressing a goofy grin. "Suuuuure. There's no reason to hide it from your best pal in the world, right? Your secret love affair is safe with me, rest assured."

Sippity sip.

[goldenglasses]

"Wolfwood. I am not having a secret love affair. Even if I was; why would I have ANY need to make it secret?" There's a tone in that voice. One that says: If Meryl hears of a secret love affair - someone will die.

[notabluesbro]

"Hell if I know," he says with the most amusing tone of voice—but he throws a thumb over his shoulder, toward the door. "All I do know is it's pretty damn cold and white out there. Maybe I'll just have to live inside from now on, without stepping out."

As much as he said that, he was admittedly curious about these interesting slush of cold. Not that he would admit to any boyish wonder just yet, as he'd been so adamant about not wanting to experience wintertime.

...Then again, he would probably hate the damn season once he got sick.

Which he knew he would, knowing his luck.

[goldenglasses]

"Alright, fine. I'll go get you a new coat. Just let me finish my coffee." He downs it in one gulp, there really wasn't much left anyway. After setting his mug down he moves to the door where he keeps his scarf. He starts to wrap it around his neck when he turns back towards Wolfwood. "Oh, and uh... if Meryl wakes up. Don't tell her what happened. I'll do it when I get home. You got it?" The last thing he needs is you giving Meryl the wrong idea.

[notabluesbro]

After a moment, he seems like he's going to entirely ignore that request, judging by the snarky look, but he sighs and puts a hand up. "I wouldn't tell her. She might just kick me through a wall before looking for you."

[goldenglasses]

Vash rolls his eyes, but it's encouraging. "Alright, I'll be back soon." With a wave over his shoulder he disappears out the door.