You know the drill; I don't Own TriGun, even though it'd be cool to. So
along with some pretty major OOC moments and bad grammar. Flame all you
want, I don't care. But I ask you to R&R just the same. Thanks
Knock, Knock, Knock! The front door of the house opened up and a lightly wrinkled face peered out.
"Yes, how may I help you?"
"My name is Meryl Strife, I worked with Milly at the Insurance Society."
"Oh my gosh! Is Milly okay?"
"You mean she isn't here?"
"No, we haven't heard from her for a long time now, we were getting worried."
"Oh, well thank you, I really appreciate it!" Meryl ran off to the Insurance Society, Maybe she could find some answers there.
Vash the Stampede was once again alone. Walking through the hot desert from town to town.
"Oh man!" Vash thought, "I can never catch a break. Here I am traveling through the desert. No water, no company, nothing but a heavy red coat, a gun, and sunglasses." Vash has known this feeling many times before. In fact, it was all he experienced before he met Meryl and Milly. Heat, a lot of it, always beating down on you, slowing you down, daring you to stop and see what would happen. "I wonder what those crazy girls are doing," he thought. "I really miss their company. They always had something to say." But now Vash was back to defeating the denouncers of Love and Peace, then getting blamed for all the destruction that went on during said time period. "Oh man! Why do I always get blamed? It's really not fair. It's not like I mean to do it, it just kind of happens." Vash knew his next destination would be July, the site where a dreadful accident occurred many years ago. He had to see it one more time; to be sure it was real. To be sure that he was the Humanoid Typhoon. To be sure that he really did cause destruction, and that it wasn't collateral damage. He now needed to make peace with himself for ruining those people's lives. Because sparing them from death wasn't enough.
Knock, Knock, Knock! The front door of the house opened up and a lightly wrinkled face peered out.
"Yes, how may I help you?"
"My name is Meryl Strife, I worked with Milly at the Insurance Society."
"Oh my gosh! Is Milly okay?"
"You mean she isn't here?"
"No, we haven't heard from her for a long time now, we were getting worried."
"Oh, well thank you, I really appreciate it!" Meryl ran off to the Insurance Society, Maybe she could find some answers there.
Vash the Stampede was once again alone. Walking through the hot desert from town to town.
"Oh man!" Vash thought, "I can never catch a break. Here I am traveling through the desert. No water, no company, nothing but a heavy red coat, a gun, and sunglasses." Vash has known this feeling many times before. In fact, it was all he experienced before he met Meryl and Milly. Heat, a lot of it, always beating down on you, slowing you down, daring you to stop and see what would happen. "I wonder what those crazy girls are doing," he thought. "I really miss their company. They always had something to say." But now Vash was back to defeating the denouncers of Love and Peace, then getting blamed for all the destruction that went on during said time period. "Oh man! Why do I always get blamed? It's really not fair. It's not like I mean to do it, it just kind of happens." Vash knew his next destination would be July, the site where a dreadful accident occurred many years ago. He had to see it one more time; to be sure it was real. To be sure that he was the Humanoid Typhoon. To be sure that he really did cause destruction, and that it wasn't collateral damage. He now needed to make peace with himself for ruining those people's lives. Because sparing them from death wasn't enough.
