Vyng Vang Zoombah (
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February & March Catch-All
Who: Vyng
spiritwalks and various others
What: Catch-All for February. Closed Prompts (in comments) for now, but am open to adding more!
When: Various
Where: Various
Content Warnings: Listed in subject lines when applicable
Notes:
- Style veers wildly between prose and brackets. Just choose whatever style feels good when responding, and I'll match it ♥
- Feel free to hit me up at
jackets or Jansen#8997 for plotting and general chatter...or if you want a starter of your own!
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What: Catch-All for February. Closed Prompts (in comments) for now, but am open to adding more!
When: Various
Where: Various
Content Warnings: Listed in subject lines when applicable
Notes:
- Style veers wildly between prose and brackets. Just choose whatever style feels good when responding, and I'll match it ♥
- Feel free to hit me up at
Tuck
Perell
[Once they make their way through the living room and out onto Michael's front steps, Vyng takes a deep breath of crisp winter air. Between the work of local Trenchies and the paths carved by Madam Generosity, they can move through Crenshaw relatively unimpeded if they choose to take a walk.
He looks toward Perell.]
What's up, pal?
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He looked at Vyng, and there was no hiding the obvious nervousness and fear that was written on his face.]
I... uh.
[He swallowed, suddenly uncomfortable, and drew his blanket tighter around him while he sat down on the steps. Madame Generosity's tracks were a welcome relief, as was someone's foresight to make sure the stoop was shoveled clean. There was no snow on the porch to further freeze him.]
...I should have asked this when I first got here. The actual time I got here and stayed, I mean.
[Hemming and hawing aside, he shifted just enough for Vyng to sit.]
What is the last thing you remember from our world before you got here? Or, I guess, got to the Dream that lots of folks talk about.
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Falling asleep at Hither and Yon.
Billie's from a little later. Tuck went back home for a bit, before we washed up on the shore together. The last thing he remembers is, like...four months after we got you back.
[A pause.]
What about you?
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We haven't quite made it to Makaal, but we're heading there. It's only been a few days, but you three...
[He trailed, looking up at Vyng with a touch of awe in his usual bemusement at the trio of clowns.]
For a moment there, I thought you were going to break everything. But, you all somehow managed to do it.
You stopped that guy once and for all.
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But not this time. It's pretty nice, actually. He'll take it.]
And we'll do it again, if we ever need to.
[Vyng places a gloved hand on Perell's shoulder, his voice warm.]
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Hopefully you won't have to. Pellar-- he took it all this time, Vyng. It's amazing I even got my body back. But, if it happens again...
[He shook his head, looking down at his feet in the worn boots on the cold concrete. Quietly, in a soft voice that quavered and rasped with the brittleness of the ice around them, he continued:]
I don't think I'll be able to help much at all.
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...Did you help the first time?
[It's an honest question.]
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Yes?
That, uh...
[He trailed.... and shook his head.]
You and Billie found me when I was out of my body. The two of you also weren't in your bodies, but you two somehow managed to work with Tuck to buy me a second to give Tuck his weapon.
Kinda.
[Groaning in frustration, he tugged the blanket up over his head-- looking like a pile of pepperoni and cheese that had been dropped on Michael's doorstep.]
It's Spirit stuff, and that's confusing. And cheating.
And not my point.
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Billie
Qrow
Anakin - Sing Sang Sung (February)
Punk music is one of Tuck's coping mechanisms, so...worth a shot. Right?
When Anakin arrives at the bar, Vyng is already seated in a booth — across from a 7-foot-tall, 5-feet-wide bear of a man crammed into the other bench.
"That's him," Vyng says to Tuck. He promptly raises a hand and brightly greets Anakin: "Hello there, friend! Over here. It's good to see you."
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He's planning on sitting there for the rest of the night. Anakin doesn't know any of the songs here and he has no idea what kind of songs Vyng likes. With his luck, it'd probably be something boring. He's considering if it's not too late to go home when a familiar giant comes into view.
"Oh, it's you." Nerd, goes unsaid but is heavily implied.
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"What the fuck? I thought you were bringing someone cool! He called me a nerd!" Tuck points out to his friend in the most petulant voice ever heard from a seven-foot man.
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"What happened?" he asks, turning to Anakin. "Did Tuck get mad on the network and demand you say it to his face?"
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Yes, he absolutely did egg Tuck on, but he didn't start it. And if he was that easy to rile up then Anakin had an obligation to do it.
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Honestly, the most-surprising thing is that Tuck couldn't break anything.
"Wow, seriously? That never happens." Then again, neither does getting air-choked in somebody's kitchen. But Vyng wisely keeps that to himself. "...I'll bet the neighbors loved listening to that."
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3/3 lolll fucked up my formatting, here we go
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Time May Change Me, But I Can't Trace Time [Closed to Obi-Wan]
Though he and Obi-Wan mostly sat in silence throughout each song, shoulders occasionally brushing due to their close proximity to one another, Vyng was glad for his company. Overall, it was a relaxing and intimate affair.
Once the concert ended, the pair retreated to a private booth tucked in the corner of the room. So here they sit, with a couple of drinks and no real hurry to leave the pleasant atmosphere.
Vyng is currently donning the nicest thing he owns: A long white cloak and suit Madam Generosity gifted him in January. Unlike what his usual shabby attire might make some people believe, he wears the outfit with a comfortable, breezy air of somebody who's attended formal performances before.
Swirling a cocktail in one hand, he looks at his companion with a warm expression.]
So...how was it? Did you enjoy the concert?
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It was lovely. It's been a long time since I attended these events.
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[It was by lucky chance Vyng heard about this concert at all. He'd helped one of the performers humanely deal with a mouse "problem" by working with the colony to relocate...and she kindly returned the favor by inviting him to see their newest project.]
Sounds like you were busy before the Dream. [Vyng's tone is dry. He realizes that's probably an understatement.] Rest and relaxation must've been difficult to come by.
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[ he says it in a sigh, a quiet exhale as his thoughts come together. ]
We were fighting a war. A war of many wars, on many planets. And it's not who we're meant to be. But neither could we ignore the call of those who couldn't defend themselves.
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You were conscripted?
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We volunteered. We had hoped that with our help, it wouldn't drag so long. That we could help and drag it to a quick close.
It's only later we realized the pride that influenced our decision poorly.
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Vyng nods, sympathetic.]
The cost must have been terrible.
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