Legata's Adventure in Trigun-land
To throw a wrench in the third-person perspective of this story, I've decided to do something that will most likely confuse and infuriate you: I'm going to re-write chapter 4, and some of the following ones, from people's points of view. It'll be INTERESTING.
-[Chapter 4 – Rewrite – Points of View]-
-Legato's POV-
She was so beautiful, as she sat there. Absentmindedly singing a song from her home-world. It was nice; but Vash, not being a fan of otherworldliness, made her stop. He was so mean to her; Selfish prick.
Nobody had ever known that I knew, but Vash had protested against my being here. He was worried about the girls, and whether I would harm anyone. I had always disliked him, but now I harbored a barely concealed hatred of him. I had heard him and Blood arguing.
Knives was here; but I don't think he had all his brains there. Unscrambled, at the least. He was so vapid sometimes, that I wondered if the battle with Vash had given him a brain-condition or something.
Then there was Meryl; she drank. A lot. She didn't think anyone would find out. I did. I found the empty bottles of vodka and of whiskey... she had had the sense to throw most of the other liquor bottles away, but had missed them in her stupor. I had confronted her, and she had broke down. She tried to stop drinking, but had failed, decreasing the amount of alcohol she consumed; but she still drank. She was gone a lot; maybe it was because of her drinking, maybe because she and Lega never got along well.
Millie was still Millie; vapid sometimes, strong, and iron-willed, yet a little submissive. Goodness, I contradicted myself there.
We had our cat; it was gone much of the time, being an independent animal; Legata loved the beast; I had grown fond of it as well.
And Wolfwood. There was the chain-smoking priest. Blood had loved him; she had never though he should have died; it was too dramatic. Too unexpected. He never got to say good-bye to his love, Millie. So Blood gave herself in to bringing him back; that's why she has a strangely colored eye. And people though she was merely copying Marilyn Manson! No, it is actually a different eye. It's fully functional, yet it marks her as a freak. She made a pact with the devil, to have the eye and to allow Satan to have his way with her. This was to bring all of us together. Once more, we were whole and happy. Wolfwood hadn't changed much; he still smoked and still loved kids.
Legata was so sad, she had remembered her sister who was gone, still in the Other-world. She had said she was from the city of War-Drobe in the land of Spare-Oom, then had laughed her $$ off, and said, "Naw, I'm from Earth." Vash had been bewildered, saying that Earth had become uninhabitable; she had said something about Magic Noodles and "whatnot". I had made a bowl of pudding for just such an occasion, and had given it to her, to cure her sorrow. She had thanked me, confused, then grateful.
Everybody stared at me; I didn't mind. They were always watching.
I payed them no heed, until Lega freaked out and threw the spoon at Wolfwood, after squirting him with her squirt gun several times. He was pretty pissed. She was always trying to get him to stop; it was pretty amusing. Yet, I merely intervened with Wolfwoods attempts to dispatch of her; it scared the others, and so they left quickly. I had waited for us to be alone for so long; but everyone else had always been around. Knives haad no been quick enough; Legata weaned him off yogurt to marshmallows. She had played videogames a while; I had invited her to follow when I left. She followed soon after.
We retired to my bed-chambers; I will not tell of all we did. What I will tell you is: Legato got lucky.
To throw a wrench in the third-person perspective of this story, I've decided to do something that will most likely confuse and infuriate you: I'm going to re-write chapter 4, and some of the following ones, from people's points of view. It'll be INTERESTING.
-[Chapter 4 – Rewrite – Points of View]-
-Legato's POV-
She was so beautiful, as she sat there. Absentmindedly singing a song from her home-world. It was nice; but Vash, not being a fan of otherworldliness, made her stop. He was so mean to her; Selfish prick.
Nobody had ever known that I knew, but Vash had protested against my being here. He was worried about the girls, and whether I would harm anyone. I had always disliked him, but now I harbored a barely concealed hatred of him. I had heard him and Blood arguing.
Knives was here; but I don't think he had all his brains there. Unscrambled, at the least. He was so vapid sometimes, that I wondered if the battle with Vash had given him a brain-condition or something.
Then there was Meryl; she drank. A lot. She didn't think anyone would find out. I did. I found the empty bottles of vodka and of whiskey... she had had the sense to throw most of the other liquor bottles away, but had missed them in her stupor. I had confronted her, and she had broke down. She tried to stop drinking, but had failed, decreasing the amount of alcohol she consumed; but she still drank. She was gone a lot; maybe it was because of her drinking, maybe because she and Lega never got along well.
Millie was still Millie; vapid sometimes, strong, and iron-willed, yet a little submissive. Goodness, I contradicted myself there.
We had our cat; it was gone much of the time, being an independent animal; Legata loved the beast; I had grown fond of it as well.
And Wolfwood. There was the chain-smoking priest. Blood had loved him; she had never though he should have died; it was too dramatic. Too unexpected. He never got to say good-bye to his love, Millie. So Blood gave herself in to bringing him back; that's why she has a strangely colored eye. And people though she was merely copying Marilyn Manson! No, it is actually a different eye. It's fully functional, yet it marks her as a freak. She made a pact with the devil, to have the eye and to allow Satan to have his way with her. This was to bring all of us together. Once more, we were whole and happy. Wolfwood hadn't changed much; he still smoked and still loved kids.
Legata was so sad, she had remembered her sister who was gone, still in the Other-world. She had said she was from the city of War-Drobe in the land of Spare-Oom, then had laughed her $$ off, and said, "Naw, I'm from Earth." Vash had been bewildered, saying that Earth had become uninhabitable; she had said something about Magic Noodles and "whatnot". I had made a bowl of pudding for just such an occasion, and had given it to her, to cure her sorrow. She had thanked me, confused, then grateful.
Everybody stared at me; I didn't mind. They were always watching.
I payed them no heed, until Lega freaked out and threw the spoon at Wolfwood, after squirting him with her squirt gun several times. He was pretty pissed. She was always trying to get him to stop; it was pretty amusing. Yet, I merely intervened with Wolfwoods attempts to dispatch of her; it scared the others, and so they left quickly. I had waited for us to be alone for so long; but everyone else had always been around. Knives haad no been quick enough; Legata weaned him off yogurt to marshmallows. She had played videogames a while; I had invited her to follow when I left. She followed soon after.
We retired to my bed-chambers; I will not tell of all we did. What I will tell you is: Legato got lucky.