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Tragic Ends VS Bad Ends, Trigun Flavor

CW: mildly Plantcesty bc of canon end events but mostly toxicity, mindfuck, extreme codependency and.... co-parenting?

Somewhere in the sands is a tall person traveling on bare feet, a cloak of galaxies and roots covering their face from the sun. Vash moves slowly, not because he's tired or struggling, but because he's not really in a hurry. He doesn't get tired anymore, or hungry. Just weak, sometimes, but he's always been weak, hasn't he? That's why his brother has to protect him.

So this place couldn't be bad, because Knives would never leave him somewhere bad.

He stops briefly to collect a bleached skull left in the sand, picking it up with the roots and wisps of shadow and then holding it with the curiosity of a detached scholar rather than a compassionate man. Human, by the looks of it. Not killed by one of their brood, just unlucky in the desert.

Shrugging, Vash lets it drop into the sand again like an unwanted piece of trash and lets all those roots and glimmering energy unfold around him. He makes a little seat for himself, black flowers with shiny blue specks acting as cushions as the rest of his cloak peels away for a canopy. The dark undersuit is an echo of his brother, including the sturdiness of four perfectly fine limbs.

No memories were left, physical or otherwise. Sometimes you just have to remake your little brother to make him understand your point of view, and Vash... doesn't really know any better, anymore. It's fine, all he needs to focus on is making new Independents.

The roots continue to stretch over the sand, slithering over the area to see if they can pick up anything other than old bones of a doomed race.

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Ah... okay... That is good.

[ His touch is once again gentle, left hand holding the back of his palm without restraining - he does know enough about driving to be aware he might need his hand back at any time - and three fingers settle on the lightly. He hasn't felt Wolfwood's pulse before, but he can still see if it's steady and not jumping or fluttering or too fast. Then he lets go, folding his hands in his lap. ]

Thanks.

[ Yes, well. This is different but if it doesn't feel different for Wolfwood, then that's okay by Vash. ]

It, um. I'm pretty sure once I get somewhere that can transmit, I should warn people. What with some of us having a habit uf burying people.

[ 'Some of us' being mostly Vashes, but ... that's more than a few now, and even he's aware. ]

[ His temperature is always a little too hot, his pulse a little too fast. He burns bright, here for a good time but not a long time, but his pulse is slower and his skin less fevered than it was in those first few seconds after resurrection. That's how it always goes, why he thought this resurrection wasn't any different than the usual, vial-induced ones.

As he takes his hand back, he realizes that he could have just said that he was fine, and left it at that. Why did he hold his hand out like that? He can still feel the ghost of Blondie's fingers against the inside of his wrist, and he's really not sure how he feels about that at all.

Thankfully, Blondie's got some new horrors in mind to distract him with. Wolfwood's eyes widen at what he's saying, and he shakes his head slow. ]

At least you're not into cremations, right?

[ Waking up in his own grave -- the thought makes him shiver, and he presses harder on the accelerator, urging the car even faster across the sands. ]

[ Vash's baseline is ... from after Meryl had hit Wolfwood with the car, so a little too warm, a litte too fast is compared with him already recovering so it doesn't alarm. It's a regular pulse in its way.

But of course he'll take any opportunity to touch. He is definitely selfish like that.

The words make him flinch, but then also... snort. ]

At least I'm not into cremations. But I'd still rather know. For all sorts of reasons.

[ Faster should be fine on the sands when there is little to hit, right? ]

[ Wolfwood can't argue with that. If the dead aren't staying dead, everyone needs to know about it -- or, at least, the Vashes need to know about it. The Vashes, and maybe Rem. And if they all know, then the Wolfwoods will know, even that asshole ghost version of himself.

They're all going to know that he died.

Fuck. ]

Hey, uh... [ He already knows that the answer is no, but he's still got to ask, just in case Blondie here knows something he doesn't. ] ...is there any way you could not tell everyone that it was me who got brought back?

... I was not planning on saying it was you in the first place.

[ chances are that if someone presses him personally, it might come out, because he may do his best at pretending, but a lot of people here know him far too well for him to get away with it. ]

You don't need that kind of detail for like, a radio announcement, right? Only that there is evidence and one should wait before making any final arrangements.

[ That gets Vash a surprised glance... surprised, and grateful. ]

Yeah. ...Yeah, okay. I thought you'd... [ He shakes his head, dismissing the thought. If Spikey doesn't plan to tell the world all the details about what happened, Wolfwood's sure not going to argue the point! ] ...never mind.

Um. Thanks.

[ He was not looking forward to any of his alternates finding out, that's for damn sure! ]

Of course!

... A few people might hunt me down with questions, and some might learn - I'm all right with lying by ommission when people don't think to look more closely, but I'm not sure I'm good when they do - but I think the questions about the other me are likely to be more important.

[ He'll do his best. ]

[ No, Blondie here's a terrible liar... but he's right that Thorns will probably be everyone's focus. Which will just put the discomfort on Vash instead of Wolfwood, won't it? ]

You gonna be okay with that?

[ He shoots Blondie another sideways glance, this one somewhat sympathetic. Wolfwood's been hearing about how he's going to die in December since he got here, but that other Wolfwood who died, that wasn't him. Blondie, on the other hand, seems to see all the Vashes as being, well, other hims. How's it going to be, having to talk about the horrific things a version of his brother did to a version of himself? ]

I mean, those questions might get nosy.

Hm?

Oh... well, it's not like I can answer all of them. We only talked for a bit, and a good, I don't know, third of that was him calling me sick.

[ He rubs the back of his head. ]

I might have called him an incomplete person, but that was more an honest opinion than calling him names.

[ Wolfwood snorts at that. Of course the man who's only said 'fuck' twice in his life thinks that "you're an incomplete person" is a rude thing to say to a mindwiped monster. It's like listening to somebody's grandma get angry. ]

I meant questions about why he's like that. About what Knives did to him.

[ About what yours might have been planning for you, he thinks, but doesn't say that bit out loud. ]

If you want to just skip over that bit and tell everyone that there's a psycho running around with your face and you don't have any idea what happened to him, just say the word. I'll back you up.

Well...

Rem will need to know because she will try to reach out to him. And she's ... easier to hurt than you are. Nai... absolutely should not know. I will need to talk with the much older Knives. Any other version of me or you...

[ Just a shrug, because. ]

And anyone else, they just need to know to stay very, very far away.

[ The idea of telling Rem anything about what some version of Nai did to that version of Vash makes Wolfwood scowl, but at the end of the day, it's Blondie's choice who gets told what. It'd be better if they could find the guy before he found anybody else and deal with him permanently, but since he's got no weapons and Vash can't kill anyone -- even if they'd stay dead, which isn't a guarantee anymore! -- then that's just wishful thinking. ]

Never thought I'd be grateful that all the towns around here are empty. At least there's fewer people for him to find.

[ Oh, telling Rem isn't something he wants to have to do, but it's a necessity for her ability to exert some self-preservation. So basically it's a choice between two bad options, and Vash has to at least try to reduce the damage.

It's all he ever has. ]

Yeah, it's...

[ Vash goes quiet, frowning. ]

I think he may be near. At least... nearer than 'somewhere out there.'

[ Wolfwood snaps his head around, staring at Vash wide-eyed. He's here? Nearby? ]

Where?

[ He scans the horizon, but there's no sign of roots that he can see. ]

Give me a direction, Blondie, where's that fucker hiding?

[ The frown deepens, but he does point a bit to the right. ]

I don't think he's hiding, he's.. moving, but slowly. And he's a lot less... concentrated himself? Somehow?

[ Sadly Vash was way too out of it when it happened to Tessla, or he would have recognized the way Wolfwood - the ghost one - is mixed with THorns. Right now, it's just confusing. ]

[ The comment about being less concentrated doesn't make any sense to Wolfwood...but the pointing to the right, that he can follow. He yanks the wheel hard, zooming off in that direction... and it's not long before he sees that Blondie here was right. There he is, a dark blot against all that bright sand, heading away from them. The roots are missing, but there's no mistaking him.

Gotcha, you bastard. ]

Hold on.

[ It's all the warning Vash gets before Wolfwood slams the accelerator down as far as it'll go. The engine whines its protest as the speedometer ticks upward, sand flying in a wave behind them as the car rockets towards the solitary figure. Impact in five... four... three... ]

[ Vash realizes what is happening just a little too late, eyes going all wide and his voice coming out as a stragled cry. ]

Wolfwood, wait--!

[ ... too little, too late. ]

[His reaction time might not have been quite so delayed if he weren't struggling against the way the electrical-burning feeling made things like thinking and moving more and more sluggish, the longer it went on. So it took an embarrassingly long time for him to register the sound of the engine reving from behind him as it roared over the dunes.

When it did register, he had only a few seconds to turn, Vash's eyes widening almost comically as Wolfwood realized he was seeing the guys he was looking for, coming at him way too fast, and if the other Vash's horrified expression and the other Wolfwood's recognizable, bloodlusty grimace were anything to go off of, it was intentional.

Well, maybe he wouldn't have to do too much explaining, then? That couldn't be a coincidence.

He barely had enough time to begin lifting Vash's arms up defensively, as if he could possibly stop an entire car.]

No no, wait, stop!

[THBUMP! The sudden lack of sensation immediately following the vehicle smashing through his form left him bewildered for a moment, and then realization dawned on him and he turned, frantically trying to track where they had gone before he ran after them.]

WAIT, STOP, SHIT, DAMNIT, NO, FUCK!

[ Vash had been mostly out of it the entire time that Wolfwood had been piloting his body, so he didn't even have time to brace himself before he's slammed into. His body flies over the hood and even hits the roof, before smashing onto the ground just as hard and rolling a few times.

Something's definitely broken and there's a heavily-bleeding cut on his brow from hitting the roof - but it takes a lot more than that to kill a plant, no matter how much he's writhing on the ground. He's not even sure what happened, lost in his internal fight to keep his sanity... but he has to get up. No matter how much he wants to die he can't risk the children. ]

Edited 2023-06-20 22:06 (UTC)

[ Honestly, he didn't think that would work! ]

Oh shit, I got him!

[ But Thorns goes flying over the hood of the car -- there's a hell of a dent in the front of the car now, but it still runs -- and Wolfwood doesn't hesitate. As soon as Thorns's body hits the ground behind the car Wolfwood is already throwing it into reverse. He's gonna flatten that fucker into paste -- let's see him resurrect from that! ]

[ Vash's eyes somehow widen even more, and his head whips as some of his senses register and follow the ghost's trajectory, mouth hanging slack. ]

Wait wait stop, that was the other you, the ghost one, wait, Wolfwood!!!

[ Is he calling out to the Wolfwood next to him or the other one? He can't even answer that himself.

His eyes return to the body behind the car, eyes already assessing the damage. He should probably physically stop him, but given how not good he is with cars, that has a chance to make the mess worse, he's pretty sure. ]

This can't be right either.

[He didn't know what to focus on more, the way Vash was writhing on the ground or the fact that the car immediately stopped once things had settled, and then began to kick into reverse. He couldn't drag him out of the way, he didn't have that much control over the physical world, and he for sure couldn't stop a fucking car!

Which meant he had to make the person driving the car stop. He could hear shouting coming from inside as he rushed over, and then he lunged through the driver's side door, making his hand solid once he was half-phased through the thing so that he could grab Wolfwood's ankle and try to yank it off the gas pedal.]

STOP STOP STOP WAIT I HAD HIM CONTAINED!

[ Vash's eyes widen as he sees the car be put into reverse and head for him again, and his roots snap out to try to pull himself away. It's a strange disconnection between wanting to die so badly and wanting to protect the lives inside him at the same time, but he doesn't have time to lose his mind right now.

That was Wolfwood in the car. Him, and the... the normal version of himself. The one that hadn't fallen into this hell yet. I'll only accept your answer if you give it once you remember who you are. It's almost ironic that he finally does - but now he is the sick one.

Vash can't breathe quite right, probably broken ribs, and one of his legs is definitely broken as well. It makes getting up a bit more difficult, but the roots can hold him. Shield him. Anything to stop the onslaught. The pain is warranted, he deserves every part of it and so much more. ]

[ Blondie yells at him to stop, and Wolfwood hesitates just a second or two before flooring the car in reverse: did he say ghost?

And then said ghost grabs his ankle and Wolfwood yelps, kicking hard at the ghost... which means kicking hard at the floorboards, car door, the bottom of the steering column. ]

What the fuck? What the fuck! What the hell is...!?

[ Ah, but then, in the rearview mirror he sees those roots rising up again, and all the blood washes right out of Wolfwood's face. Fuck the ghost, fuck the car... he shoves against Vash's arm, pushing him toward the car door. ]

Get out. It's awake, get out get out!

[ 'get out get out' Wolfwood yells and Vash does, stumbling in his hurry, except since he can't pinpoint where the ghost is immediately, he's going to go to the vash on the sands, so Wolfwood might have to deal with the consideration of running both of them over before he hits more ]

Vash, hey, Vash? Can you hear me?

[ ... yeah he's moving, at least it's not quite a repetition of Vash shaking Rollo's lifeless bulk of a body. ]

Edited 2023-06-21 22:16 (UTC)

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