The day had honestly been going smoothly, miracle of miracles. They'd managed to get into town unnoticed, Blondie's distinctive flash of "Look At Me!" red and mop of fluffy hair hadn't gotten him recognized yet, and they'd actually been able to find a table in the local bar to settle and get something to eat for the night. All in all, that was a major win in Wolfwood's book, and they didn't always get those very often!
So, of course, that just meant the universe had to decide to up and fuck them over one more time, right? It was around the time he was lobbing another snarling retort across the table to "Nico" after the 15th time he'd called him an "old deadbeat" (Hah hah, you little fuckin' twerp!) that he felt the world underneath them begin to shift, not even the shaking of the planet under his feet enough to disguise the very distinctive way the world shifted that made him heart drop right down into his stomach before the sound of thunder cracked in his head.
For a moment, Wolfwood felt himself almost disconnect from reality, his eyes going wide and his glass slipping out of his fingers as his memory flashed back to the last time he'd felt the same sort of jolt in the fabric of the air around him, and when he came to, the bar around them was already in a mild state of pandemonium. Voices were shouting, people were standing and rushing out into the street, expecting perhaps to see burning rubble where a nearby building had once been.
He looked up, strangely short of breath as he pushed away from the table to stand, looking from Vash to-...
Nico's chair was empty.
"Wh-where?" He looked around them, trying to see where he'd gone so quickly before looking back to Vash. "Where'd he go? What was that, you felt it too, right? What was that???"
On the outskirts of a two-tomas town, in a bar
So, of course, that just meant the universe had to decide to up and fuck them over one more time, right? It was around the time he was lobbing another snarling retort across the table to "Nico" after the 15th time he'd called him an "old deadbeat" (Hah hah, you little fuckin' twerp!) that he felt the world underneath them begin to shift, not even the shaking of the planet under his feet enough to disguise the very distinctive way the world shifted that made him heart drop right down into his stomach before the sound of thunder cracked in his head.
For a moment, Wolfwood felt himself almost disconnect from reality, his eyes going wide and his glass slipping out of his fingers as his memory flashed back to the last time he'd felt the same sort of jolt in the fabric of the air around him, and when he came to, the bar around them was already in a mild state of pandemonium. Voices were shouting, people were standing and rushing out into the street, expecting perhaps to see burning rubble where a nearby building had once been.
He looked up, strangely short of breath as he pushed away from the table to stand, looking from Vash to-...
Nico's chair was empty.
"Wh-where?" He looked around them, trying to see where he'd gone so quickly before looking back to Vash. "Where'd he go? What was that, you felt it too, right? What was that???"