ᴠᴀsʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀᴍᴘᴇᴅᴇ (
underbluesky) wrote in
deercountry2022-11-06 02:04 am
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Entry tags:
[ open ] and between the wasteland and the sky
Who: Vash & YOU
What: Vash has been hermitting, and Trench decided that it's been quite enough of that
When: Early November
Where: Sleeper farm
starters in the comments! if you'd like to plot something, hit me up on plurk @
goodluckmodes
What: Vash has been hermitting, and Trench decided that it's been quite enough of that
When: Early November
Where: Sleeper farm
starters in the comments! if you'd like to plot something, hit me up on plurk @
desperado - open to one; cw blood,panic, ref to unethical experimentation & death by medical neglect
He comes to consciousness slowly, struck dazed by the overwhelming blood pollution suffocating the place, and awareness does not immediately come with lucidity. The machines and the blood and the sight of bodies everywhere around him, alive or not, stir up a terror from a century and a half past, and all he can think is this is it, this is the moment that he is discovered to be something other than human, something to be strapped up to machines and poked and prodded until he too is a mass of wounds and tumors, left to slowly expire by degrees. His breathing quickens in time with the beating of his chest, he panics and struggles and kicks at whoever happens to be approaching, and when that doesn't deter them, he starts screaming one phrase, over and over--]
--Kill me!
scars - OTA; cw: blood, injury
He'd struggled with the notion of getting involved, thinking himself too monstrous, too dangerous to do anything more than keep himself apart. He had not been the Humanoid Typhoon for nothing; there was a city of rubble and a hole in a moon as testament to what he is capable of, and what he can never allow to happen again.
The festival had only convinced him further that it was better if he stayed away from others in general, knowing his body to already have been warped against his will and finding his mind too easily following the same. And yet ... he has already bled, and no harm has come to anyone. He finds, to the contrary, his own blood has the fragrance of desert blooms, soothing away the hardest edges of fear and pain in the others. He perhaps is more incautious with it than he ought to be, paying no heed to anything that aches or burns as he goes about releasing others' bonds, fending off Zealots with a borrowed nail gun he picked up off one of the racks. And if his breathing is a little heavy when he kneels at your side, when he offers you his shoulder, surely there is nothing to worry about.]
Don't worry, it's going to be alright.
[He smiles as though he believes it. He smiles as though he has been your friend for years, and he only stumbles a little as his blood splashes over your bare feet.]
cw: gore, organ removal
(no subject)
(no subject)
cw: gore, organ removal, mercymorn
(no subject)
diablo - OTA; blood zealots (cw: blood, injury; themes related to mercy vs violent retribution)
It plays over in his mind the longer he spends in this awful place, that last interaction. The suffering in every corner here would only further convince Knives he was right about humanity, that there was nothing there still worth saving. And yet, for all they've twisted themselves into something monstrous, Vash cannot bring himself to simply discard their lives because they are doing harm. He cannot help but think they must be reachable in some way, that there must be reason behind their cruelty--as those assassins that had come after him had.
So as he fights his way out with his borrowed nailgun, he still takes care not to wound too severely, to avoid any lethal spots. Perhaps it's foolish of him; there are fresh wounds from his encounters, seeping green into one of the red jumpsuits he'd found lying around to cover himself with. Even so, he persists. And once in a while -- that means he gets in the way when another Sleeper seeks to exact retribution on their captors, as well.
Maybe you've had a long and difficult battle, or maybe you've just managed to get the drop on one of the zealots, but either way, you're about to strike the finishing blow when a voice calls out from behind:]
No, don't!
hope you don't mind me crashing into this
not at all! sorry for the huge delay, november was lowkey a mess for me lol
it's the holidays and year end. tis the time for life to fuck people up.
legit lol. also fyi he's not wearing his red coat but a farm jumpsuit from the old event description
ah! sorry, i was going off your initial prompt, which mentioned a red jumpsuit he found.
oh whoops ... i could not read in november apparently lol.
haha, i knew it wasn't his normal awesome red coat at least?
hehe yes. i did not want to destroy it so it did not come with 8D
i think their possessions reform if they die? (my take at least.)
oh i meant more it ripping from all the torture-y stuff lol, not even a death
oh from the zealots and stuff. gotcha.
haha yeah i'm not planning to do a death plot for a while i think
ngl i'm with you on that one. saving it for something more impacting.
fuck yeah
(no subject)
[CW: Weird science, menace, syringe gun mentioned]
(no subject)