I will report an interesting fact: Contrary to popular belief, I cannot
play the bagpipes. That is all.
Weasel-dude: oh, you'll see. You'll see.
Tearron Walker: Well, that'll work too. Aye, makes sense. For Trigun trivia quizzes, I typed just that ("trigun trivia quiz") on gooooooogle (O.o) and came up with a whole slew of things. I got one a hundred percent right! I'm so cool. I also made a Trigun quiz: you can check it out at || |re%20you%3F |
As to where the record player comes from...well...you'll find that out later. But Vash dreamed about it before he saw it, which fact will also be explained.
DISCLAIMER! Me? Own Trigun? HahahahahahahahahahaNO.
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ReVash:
"No. I meant...well, I have one other weapon."
Knives suddenly grasped what he meant. "No, no, no! Not a good idea!" He glanced at the record player, which had reassembled and was showing its numerous teeth. "Alright..."
Legato reached into his pocket...
Chapter 7: Legato the Secret Weapon!
...and pulled out a piece of celery. (A/N: I know what you're thinking. NO!)
Vash blinked. "Legato? Why do you have a piece of celery in your pocket?"
Legato looks at the piece of celery and smiles the Legato way. "Because it's a healthy and nutritious snack..."
"Oh..." Vash finally got it. That part of it anyways. "Why do you want to turn crazy again?"
The other two sighed. "Vash," said Knives, "just... just watch, okay?"
"Okay!"
Legato ate the celery. Knives took a few steps back for good measure. The record player advanced, werting menacingly.
"mAsTAH! What happen I dO heLp you TO! SaFe you bE! MUst!" Legato's eyes popped in opposite directions. Knives backed away even more. "You want to help me?"
"AYE!"
Knives pointed to the record player. "Attack, minion!"
Legato jumped at the record player and a fearsome battle commenced. Oh, it was gruesome! Blood and guts and wood shards everywhere, all belonging to the record player! Legato jumped away from its carcass, splinters sticking out from between his teeth.
"Mastah saFe now!!" He scratched his head and sat down, licking his arm.
"Simple but effective," explained Knives to Vash. Vash just stared at Legato, who chose that moment to yell, "Stoichiometry!" and spent the next ten minutes repeating, "Stoich, (pronounced stoyk), stoich stoich stoich...." Then he fell down.
"So, what now?" asked Vash of his brother. Knives considered. "Well, it would help to know where we were. And if there was anywhere we could get food. I think I'll go outside and take a look around." (A/N: if I haven't mentioned before, they were in a cave underneath the aforementioned stand of rocks. Which was very tall.)
"Here, take these." Vash pulled a pair of binoculars from his pocket and held them up. Knives took them and left the cave, kicking away a piece of the record player as he went.
He circled the entire outcropping twice, each time using binoculars to scan the horizon, but all he saw was sand and rolling dunes. Knives paused in the shade of the rocks, then looked up.
Twenty minutes later he was topside the stand of rocks, re-scanning the horizon. Nothing in the direction they had come, nothing east, nothing west. North... there was a dot. A blue dot, barely distinguishable from the sky. He took the binoculars away and looked normally, squinting against the suns. Maybe something... He looked again with the binoculars. Yes, it was still there. Something, anyway, and if they couldn't get food, at least there'd be shade.
Knives climbed down. Vash had fallen asleep again, while Legato sat staring into the middle distance, singing, "I can show you the world, shining shimmering, splendour!" Knives decided to ignore him, hoping the self-licker would come to his senses by the time they left (dusk.)
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They did leave at dusk, Vash leaning heavily on his brother's shoulder. "Legato," said Knives, "don't you EVER bite anyone again unless I order it."
"yEs Mastah." Legato was halfway normal. He was skipping, though.
Knives gave him a 'weirdo' look and turned away. "Mastah?" he heard from behind him. "What?"
"Do you have some...alky-hol?"
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They three walked/skipped/pranced/ambled/toddled/sashayed through the night. Actually, the brothers did the walking. Legato did all the other weird stuff. Also actually, Vash had to be carried again, and he was unconscious again. "This is really not good," thought Knives.
The patch on the horizon began to grow nearer. Lit by the moon, the travelers could see it was a house, surrounded by trees and a garden, yes, in the middle of the desert. They reached it, and Knives approached and knocked on the door. He stepped back, and the door opened.
"Come in..."
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PTG: Sorry about the delay. I realize this chapter took a long time to post. A LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time. I always try to post before a weekend, because I only write this story at school. But it didn't work this time. So I am angry. I'm also angry about the lack of reviews. M'k: thanks for all three people who bothered to review. To all the rest of you, I suggest you start reviewing, or I will tell Knives how to use the internet, and he will use it to track you down, find out where you live, come there in the dead of night, and FRIGHTEN YOU BADLY. So review.
Weasel-dude: oh, you'll see. You'll see.
Tearron Walker: Well, that'll work too. Aye, makes sense. For Trigun trivia quizzes, I typed just that ("trigun trivia quiz") on gooooooogle (O.o) and came up with a whole slew of things. I got one a hundred percent right! I'm so cool. I also made a Trigun quiz: you can check it out at || |re%20you%3F |
As to where the record player comes from...well...you'll find that out later. But Vash dreamed about it before he saw it, which fact will also be explained.
DISCLAIMER! Me? Own Trigun? HahahahahahahahahahaNO.
~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~
ReVash:
"No. I meant...well, I have one other weapon."
Knives suddenly grasped what he meant. "No, no, no! Not a good idea!" He glanced at the record player, which had reassembled and was showing its numerous teeth. "Alright..."
Legato reached into his pocket...
Chapter 7: Legato the Secret Weapon!
...and pulled out a piece of celery. (A/N: I know what you're thinking. NO!)
Vash blinked. "Legato? Why do you have a piece of celery in your pocket?"
Legato looks at the piece of celery and smiles the Legato way. "Because it's a healthy and nutritious snack..."
"Oh..." Vash finally got it. That part of it anyways. "Why do you want to turn crazy again?"
The other two sighed. "Vash," said Knives, "just... just watch, okay?"
"Okay!"
Legato ate the celery. Knives took a few steps back for good measure. The record player advanced, werting menacingly.
"mAsTAH! What happen I dO heLp you TO! SaFe you bE! MUst!" Legato's eyes popped in opposite directions. Knives backed away even more. "You want to help me?"
"AYE!"
Knives pointed to the record player. "Attack, minion!"
Legato jumped at the record player and a fearsome battle commenced. Oh, it was gruesome! Blood and guts and wood shards everywhere, all belonging to the record player! Legato jumped away from its carcass, splinters sticking out from between his teeth.
"Mastah saFe now!!" He scratched his head and sat down, licking his arm.
"Simple but effective," explained Knives to Vash. Vash just stared at Legato, who chose that moment to yell, "Stoichiometry!" and spent the next ten minutes repeating, "Stoich, (pronounced stoyk), stoich stoich stoich...." Then he fell down.
"So, what now?" asked Vash of his brother. Knives considered. "Well, it would help to know where we were. And if there was anywhere we could get food. I think I'll go outside and take a look around." (A/N: if I haven't mentioned before, they were in a cave underneath the aforementioned stand of rocks. Which was very tall.)
"Here, take these." Vash pulled a pair of binoculars from his pocket and held them up. Knives took them and left the cave, kicking away a piece of the record player as he went.
He circled the entire outcropping twice, each time using binoculars to scan the horizon, but all he saw was sand and rolling dunes. Knives paused in the shade of the rocks, then looked up.
Twenty minutes later he was topside the stand of rocks, re-scanning the horizon. Nothing in the direction they had come, nothing east, nothing west. North... there was a dot. A blue dot, barely distinguishable from the sky. He took the binoculars away and looked normally, squinting against the suns. Maybe something... He looked again with the binoculars. Yes, it was still there. Something, anyway, and if they couldn't get food, at least there'd be shade.
Knives climbed down. Vash had fallen asleep again, while Legato sat staring into the middle distance, singing, "I can show you the world, shining shimmering, splendour!" Knives decided to ignore him, hoping the self-licker would come to his senses by the time they left (dusk.)
~:~
They did leave at dusk, Vash leaning heavily on his brother's shoulder. "Legato," said Knives, "don't you EVER bite anyone again unless I order it."
"yEs Mastah." Legato was halfway normal. He was skipping, though.
Knives gave him a 'weirdo' look and turned away. "Mastah?" he heard from behind him. "What?"
"Do you have some...alky-hol?"
~:~
They three walked/skipped/pranced/ambled/toddled/sashayed through the night. Actually, the brothers did the walking. Legato did all the other weird stuff. Also actually, Vash had to be carried again, and he was unconscious again. "This is really not good," thought Knives.
The patch on the horizon began to grow nearer. Lit by the moon, the travelers could see it was a house, surrounded by trees and a garden, yes, in the middle of the desert. They reached it, and Knives approached and knocked on the door. He stepped back, and the door opened.
"Come in..."
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PTG: Sorry about the delay. I realize this chapter took a long time to post. A LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time. I always try to post before a weekend, because I only write this story at school. But it didn't work this time. So I am angry. I'm also angry about the lack of reviews. M'k: thanks for all three people who bothered to review. To all the rest of you, I suggest you start reviewing, or I will tell Knives how to use the internet, and he will use it to track you down, find out where you live, come there in the dead of night, and FRIGHTEN YOU BADLY. So review.
