[ open ] and between the wasteland and the sky

[underbluesky]

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


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[CW: Weird science, menace, syringe gun mentioned]

[subject_013]

[He might come upon a Sleeper clad in a stolen Cenobite's robe made for a slighter figure, as its textured leather sits awkwardly on his robust frame. He stands over a kneeling neophyte, given how the smaller figure shows fewer mutilations (grommet-style piercings in the upper shell of their ears as well as the lobes), the Sleeper armed with a high-tech injector of some kind, loaded with a phial of green-tinged Blood, holding the needle-tip to the neophyte's forehead.]

[The Sleeper's eyes, burning red with the pupils of a cat or a serpent, tick toward Vash.]

And why should I not?

[He asks this calmly, even with a note of amusement as a flicker of a sadistic smirk flickers across his handsome face.]

[underbluesky]

[The syringe gun draws a cringe when he sees it pressed up against the zealot's forehead. The report on Tesla did not include the details of what tools were used in the experiments on her, but it's easy to picture the injector as among them now; he has to push down that swell of anxiety and fear. But he has not seen the people operating this horrible place turn on each other like this, and so Vash has to wonder if that outfit isn't stolen, especially with how poorly it fits.]

You already have your freedom, don't you? It's a waste of time to chase after revenge in here. Making them suffer won't undo the pain you've suffered here.

[He's running off an assumption, admittedly. His own sense of mercy may well come back to bite him here, if the other man is not a Sleeper after all.]