Vash the Stampede (
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[Vash was getting use to his life in the city. Some of it has been pretty bad, but for the most part he really can't complain. He always had enough to eat. He had stopped pouring sand out of his clothing. Could have all the water and shower for however long he wanted. No one had tried to shoot him in months. The people here even didn't care about his scars. In fact some people really liked them!
He was currently without a dominate, but he didn't mind. A small grace period to find another one and he wasn't in a rush. Which is why he was taking a moment to enjoy a bit of people watching in the Down. Munching on a donut and enjoying the day.
The only problem was in times like these his mind tends to wander to thoughts of home. Worry starts to settle in. Hoping that his friends were alright without him. Things certainly looking good when he left. Of course, there wasn't much he could do for them here so he tries not to think too much about it.
Besides, this donut was really tasty. Right now he just wanted to sit and enjoy them. Nothing bad could happen on this day, right?]
He was currently without a dominate, but he didn't mind. A small grace period to find another one and he wasn't in a rush. Which is why he was taking a moment to enjoy a bit of people watching in the Down. Munching on a donut and enjoying the day.
The only problem was in times like these his mind tends to wander to thoughts of home. Worry starts to settle in. Hoping that his friends were alright without him. Things certainly looking good when he left. Of course, there wasn't much he could do for them here so he tries not to think too much about it.
Besides, this donut was really tasty. Right now he just wanted to sit and enjoy them. Nothing bad could happen on this day, right?]
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Finally ready to turn to look at his brother, Knives turned to ask what Vash was going on about. Vash knew exactly the things Knives had done. He had been there for them. All of it had been a show for Vash, after all. But all talk is instantly halted when Knives finally daw his brother and there was a black line running down his neck.]
They...
[He started and he could feel his mind finally overpower the drugs. His absolute fury overpowered his apathy. He knew then that all that mattered was that he needed to murder everyone who had touched Vash. How dare they think they can mark his brother. How dare they think they can tame him. He wanted to find everyone who had a hand in that tattoo and rip out their entrails.
He closed the distance between himself and Vash, utterly ignoring the gun or that it could come off as threatening. He only wanted to get a closer look at the mark, to put a hand on Vash's chin and lift it so he can double check that it was really there.]
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More than his own boundaries possibly being crossed what was Vash going to do about his brother being here? He couldn't let him go about killing humans again, but the last time he fought Knives he had lost and lost badly. Only this time there was no Legato, no other Plants, and Knives's hair was black. Maybe he could take his brother on and win this time if he had to.
He'd worry about the cost of fighting a dominant in this world later.]
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This version of Vash's brother - the one who had used up nearly all of his power - seemed to be slightly more controllable than he had been the last time Vash saw him. At least there was something that almost looked like regret in his face at how Vash pulled away from him. It was that sense more than anything which cooled off the edge of his murderous intent.]
They marked you. [He said, completing his thought from before. His fists balled up at his sides instead of forcing Vash to stomach his touch. His voice was hard but managed to hold back his righteous fury.] They labeled you as inferior.
You.
You are more than all of them combined and yet they marked you as submissive? They marred your skin? Isn't it enough that you carry around scars at their expense? They have to do this to you too?
They should pay for that, brother. [And it was the 'should' and the tone of his voice which made it less a fact stated and much more of an argument. Before, he would have said such a thing in a way that would have made it clear he planned to carry out that action. Now, the tone of his voice begged Vash to see his side of things. It was crafted to persuade. That meant there was an opening to convince Knives too. Arguments by their nature went both ways.]
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He smiles a warm and happy smile; although it won't take Knives any effort to see it's a mostly empty one.] I don't think any of the submissives here are inferior. Just a luck of a draw. That's all. Nothing to get upset about.
And I'm not more than anyone else here. Mark or no mark. [He ends with that. It's the point Vash wants to address the most and believes to be the most important. Also hoping to redirect Knives's anger from the world to him.]
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He almost wished he was the type of person who would be able to wipe it all out with a thought again. It would make all of this so much easier if he could just destroy everything.
The last act of his life was to create something rather than destroy, and that had been inspired by his siblings - most of all his brother. Somehow, he couldn't stomach a desire to kill everything. There was only really one thing that should be gone, and that was him.]
However, this one fact is the difference that frustrates me the most right now.
You are more. You're the best of everything. It would be better if you could accept that.
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Just because we are different species doesn't mean they are better than us or that we are better than them.
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How long have you been here?
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Was this some sort of trap? Vash still wasn't sure what to make of it. Which is why his tone of voice may sound just slightly confused and suspicious when he finally gives his answer.] About... seven months?
[How quickly will Knives do the math? The forced quota of this place.]
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And do you have an agreement with someone?
[Because honestly, at least that person should probably die if he does.]
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So he also tries to change the topic of discussion.] What happened to you Knives? Your hair... [A terrifying thought suddenly pops into Vash's head. If Knives's hair was this black then what did this mean for-] ...the Plants. Knives, what happened to our sisters? Are they okay? [It's not that Vash didn't trust Knives to take care of their sisters it was just-- no, no that was it exactly. Vash didn't trust Knives to take care of their sisters. Think he was? Sure. Actually taking care of them? No.]
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[He had tried to insist he was still convinced of his path, but it had all been a ploy to get Vash to end his life, to stop the guilt that had been festering inside of him.
Instead, they had flown away together and a human had been willing to help Vash.]
I knew you were worn out and hurt, but that human said you were going to recover. Did he lie to me?
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There-- there's another Plant? Like us? [Another Independent? He can't keep the shock from his face. What was that about him being hurt and worn out? Something about the Gun Ho Guns? Not at all important.] From Earth?
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Vash... What is the last thing that you remember before ending up here?
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I was with you. Stuck with Legato in your ark. [It sounds better that way then using the word imprisoned.]
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Then, rejoice, brother, for I bring you news of victory.
You won.
[He doesn't even sound all that upset about it. Just tired mostly.]
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Then his eyes trail up at that black hair once more. In that moment his heart aches at hearing how tired Knives sounds. That didn't sound like his brother. For all the anger and fear Vash held in his heart towards his twin while being trapped in this world he's surprised by how much it hurt him to hear him that way.] Knives... what-- [He stops. Not sure how to say what he wants to ask.] Are you? Are you okay? [Now Vash finally takes a step a bit closer towards his brother. Worry winning out over his nervous apprehension. His hair was so black.]
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I'm not sure what I am. I used the last of my power to bring my dead body back to life just long enough for the two of us to fly away together. And then I gave an apple tree to the family who promised to look after you and...
I shouldn't be anymore, Vash. I was content with that being my last action.
Now I am here instead.
[Being told he has to find a suitable partner and give into all of those disgusting desires that humans made such a big deal about.]
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No. Knives was strong. There was no way that he was gone back home. Vash's eyes flick up at his brother's hair once again. It was awfully black.]
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Then, slowly, he smiles and then chuckles. He isn't sure why this is so funny to him. Maybe because for such a long time he was sure Vash wanted him gone, and now that had been reversed.]
And instead, I supposed, my life will now be made of finding a way to stomach what they require me to do?
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I suggest you find a way to stomach at least the bare minimum because it makes life a lot easier if you do. [He says it without stopping to think that his words and tone of voice allude to the fact that Vash knows, perhaps even experienced, first hand what the harder option is.]
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What did they do to you? [And there's such a low threat in that question. As if Knives is looking for a reason to want to kill everyone again.]
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Vash makes a mental note to himself. Make sure Knives never finds out that there is a clone Vash running around. That clone is a bit crazy and tends to put himself into a lot of questionable situations.]
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Sex is just not something Knives has ever really thought about before. He's aware of it, of course, but he's never applied it to himself or his brother.]
You're suggesting I find others I'd be willing to... [Gross.]
Please tell me there are more than pieces of human garbage here. [Vash did say something about how not all of them were human. And the thought of doing anything with a human is enough to make Knives want to vomit.]
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There's a surprising number of vampires here. [Considering he went from thinking they weren't real to befriending a couple it feels like a lot to Vash.] And humans are not garbage. So don't call them that.
[Don't ask. For your own sanity don't ask.] So, ah, does that mean that you've never... you know... tried it before? [WHAT DID I JUST TELL MYSELF NOT TO ASK?!]
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Had his brother gone crazy? Would he mention unicorns and pixies next?
Any other hint of mocking, though, is utterly destroyed by the question.]
What? Of course I haven't. Who would I have done it with? Humans?
What's the next thing you're going to suggest? That I hop on a pile of refuse and do it with that? Or perhaps we should find a dog? [So Vash asked him not to call humans garbage and he just went on to call them that again and then immediately call them animals.]
That is fucking disgusting.
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cw; (for the folks stalking us) talk of csa
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