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I own nothing! Except for Belgium waffles.
From Gun to the Grave
He walked into the bar. The man had a dark blue trench coat. His cowboy- like hat was of the same color and had a strange design that looked like a cross on it. He wore glasses, the right lens covered with the cross design. His black jeans went into his also black boots, but perhaps the strangest thing about him was the strange coffin he had chained to his chained to his
arms and carried weightlessly on his back. The man looked over to a table in the corner and saw a blonde man in a red trench coat, and next to him was a large cross, covered in a cloth. The man walked towards the corner hunched over like a zombie. Vash looked up and saw this frightening man. "Hi, why don't you sit down and have a soda?" the apparently not shy gunman offered. "Where did you get that?" The man asked. Vash gave a sad smile. "It used to belong to an old friend of mine,"
Vash sipped his soda. "Sit down, please."
"What's your name?"
"Call me Grave."
"Did you know Wolfwood?"
"Yes... he was a friend of mine on earth."
"On earth?"
"He came here to get away."
"From what?" The doors of the bar slammed. "Where's Vash the Stampede?!?" A man with two arm mounted machine guns walked in. He sighted Vash and shoved his guns in Vash's face. "Do you know how much money I wasted on hunting you down for your bounty? Then to find out they canceled it... so you have two choices; one, give me two million double dollars, or I can blow your brains out. You decide." Grave got out of his seat, took out his guns and pointed them at
Vash's attacker. "Calm down Grave, I get these guys all the time." Vash
said nonchalantly. "How 'bout we take this outside?" The man laughed " You're challenging me, Charles Watson, the greatest bounty hunter alive to
a duel?"
"Looks that way doesn't it?" Vash said as he walked towards the door. Charles started to get nervous. The he found inspiration when he felt a gun
to his back, and heard a dark voice say "Get out there."
I own nothing! Except for Belgium waffles.
From Gun to the Grave
He walked into the bar. The man had a dark blue trench coat. His cowboy- like hat was of the same color and had a strange design that looked like a cross on it. He wore glasses, the right lens covered with the cross design. His black jeans went into his also black boots, but perhaps the strangest thing about him was the strange coffin he had chained to his chained to his
arms and carried weightlessly on his back. The man looked over to a table in the corner and saw a blonde man in a red trench coat, and next to him was a large cross, covered in a cloth. The man walked towards the corner hunched over like a zombie. Vash looked up and saw this frightening man. "Hi, why don't you sit down and have a soda?" the apparently not shy gunman offered. "Where did you get that?" The man asked. Vash gave a sad smile. "It used to belong to an old friend of mine,"
Vash sipped his soda. "Sit down, please."
"What's your name?"
"Call me Grave."
"Did you know Wolfwood?"
"Yes... he was a friend of mine on earth."
"On earth?"
"He came here to get away."
"From what?" The doors of the bar slammed. "Where's Vash the Stampede?!?" A man with two arm mounted machine guns walked in. He sighted Vash and shoved his guns in Vash's face. "Do you know how much money I wasted on hunting you down for your bounty? Then to find out they canceled it... so you have two choices; one, give me two million double dollars, or I can blow your brains out. You decide." Grave got out of his seat, took out his guns and pointed them at
Vash's attacker. "Calm down Grave, I get these guys all the time." Vash
said nonchalantly. "How 'bout we take this outside?" The man laughed " You're challenging me, Charles Watson, the greatest bounty hunter alive to
a duel?"
"Looks that way doesn't it?" Vash said as he walked towards the door. Charles started to get nervous. The he found inspiration when he felt a gun
to his back, and heard a dark voice say "Get out there."