There were a few blessed moments when Vash almost thought he might be able to talk his way out of the whole mess, one or two breaths of nothing but the sound of booted feet storming into the building and another pair of boots racing down the hallway. It was just enough time for the mental connection to flare up in his mind and for his own to light up in surprise. The Plant dome! Had he been there? Did he get inside??? What had he found??? Vash hadn't been quite gutsy enough yet to risk getting too close, had still been focusing on trying to get into the SEEDS 3 ship, first.
But then all at once the madness seemed to escalate as Signey barged through the kitchen door behind him with a protesting shout in the same instant that the soldier in charge shouted an order to two of the men behind him to circle the building to try and cut his brother off in his attempt to escape through the back.
"Oh, damnit all, did he try an' go out through the bathroom? Of all the days for me to go an' fix that damn window!" He blinked in confused shock before turning to look at her as she lifted her hands up, glaring at the soldiers in front of her and stepping closer to the counter, closer to where he unfortunately knew she kept a shotgun hidden under the counter, and she turned to give him a bit of an exasperated glance in return. "What? You honestly thought I didn't know? I don't got any idea how none of this is happenin', but you two sounded pretty much exactly the same, even from inside the kitchen. After the year we've had, I ain't even questionin' it, anymore."
His mouth fell open as he readied to squawk out a bewildered barrage of questions, soldiers be damned, but then the unmistakable sound of his own voice shouting out and his own feet racing back up the hallway made the hair stand up on the back of his neck, and in what little bit of that connection was still left open in the rush of trying to figure out how best to get out of the situation, there was a distinctly exasperated, frustrated acceptance that he didn't intend to let slip out.
Of course this was happening. This must be what it felt like to be one of his friends, when he pulled this same nonsense.
But if one of them was going to go out half-cocked, they both were. At the very least, it meant when he suddenly vaulted himself over the counter and began sprinting after, Signey's shotgun was suddenly missing from under the counter where she'd left it.
The next moments were absolute chaos; shouting from the guards and Signey both, the sounds of weapons being fired and soft thunks rattling through the air as the rounds hit the walls and the counter. Signey dove for her shotgun, shouted an angry sound when she found it gone, and decided instead to keep her head down. Vash only had a moment to register that the sound of the bullets missing their targets sounded strange compared to what he was used to as he barreled his way through the soldiers and rushed to catch up to his brother.
And then the first of the shots landed, first in his arm, and then quickly followed by another in his back and his leg, his neck. He was used to being shot. He was so used to the white-hot pain of bullets that the tiny pinching sensations these caused barely even registered at all. What sent him falling to the ground was the violent twinge of electricity that coursed through his body, making his legs lock up violently underneath him, the shotgun he'd stolen to keep it out of play sent sliding across the wooden floor.
The smell of ozone filled the air around him, and through the shock and confusion that rattled his brain, he realized that the loud, sharp snapping noises rattling off behind him in rapid succession was the popping of an electrical current as it was sent into the strange bullets that had landed, barbed hooks sunk into his skin that kept him tethered to the soldier's guns.
There was more shouting around him; the soldiers, Signey, his brother? No. No, that was his own voice. He couldn't even regain control of his muscles enough to move his head to see if the other had gotten away. Some part of him was panicking, the feeling of being a prisoner in his own body too much like losing control, but he was too lucid for his powers to be out of control like those times before. It hurt, he couldn't move, they had him, he'd been doing so good at staying hidden, but now they had him!
But the other part of his mind that was able to string together a single thought was scared for his brother even more. They didn't need both of them! He hadn't even been in Octovern when the fighting happened! Let him go! Let him go!
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But then all at once the madness seemed to escalate as Signey barged through the kitchen door behind him with a protesting shout in the same instant that the soldier in charge shouted an order to two of the men behind him to circle the building to try and cut his brother off in his attempt to escape through the back.
"Oh, damnit all, did he try an' go out through the bathroom? Of all the days for me to go an' fix that damn window!" He blinked in confused shock before turning to look at her as she lifted her hands up, glaring at the soldiers in front of her and stepping closer to the counter, closer to where he unfortunately knew she kept a shotgun hidden under the counter, and she turned to give him a bit of an exasperated glance in return. "What? You honestly thought I didn't know? I don't got any idea how none of this is happenin', but you two sounded pretty much exactly the same, even from inside the kitchen. After the year we've had, I ain't even questionin' it, anymore."
His mouth fell open as he readied to squawk out a bewildered barrage of questions, soldiers be damned, but then the unmistakable sound of his own voice shouting out and his own feet racing back up the hallway made the hair stand up on the back of his neck, and in what little bit of that connection was still left open in the rush of trying to figure out how best to get out of the situation, there was a distinctly exasperated, frustrated acceptance that he didn't intend to let slip out.
Of course this was happening. This must be what it felt like to be one of his friends, when he pulled this same nonsense.
But if one of them was going to go out half-cocked, they both were. At the very least, it meant when he suddenly vaulted himself over the counter and began sprinting after, Signey's shotgun was suddenly missing from under the counter where she'd left it.
The next moments were absolute chaos; shouting from the guards and Signey both, the sounds of weapons being fired and soft thunks rattling through the air as the rounds hit the walls and the counter. Signey dove for her shotgun, shouted an angry sound when she found it gone, and decided instead to keep her head down. Vash only had a moment to register that the sound of the bullets missing their targets sounded strange compared to what he was used to as he barreled his way through the soldiers and rushed to catch up to his brother.
And then the first of the shots landed, first in his arm, and then quickly followed by another in his back and his leg, his neck. He was used to being shot. He was so used to the white-hot pain of bullets that the tiny pinching sensations these caused barely even registered at all. What sent him falling to the ground was the violent twinge of electricity that coursed through his body, making his legs lock up violently underneath him, the shotgun he'd stolen to keep it out of play sent sliding across the wooden floor.
The smell of ozone filled the air around him, and through the shock and confusion that rattled his brain, he realized that the loud, sharp snapping noises rattling off behind him in rapid succession was the popping of an electrical current as it was sent into the strange bullets that had landed, barbed hooks sunk into his skin that kept him tethered to the soldier's guns.
There was more shouting around him; the soldiers, Signey, his brother? No. No, that was his own voice. He couldn't even regain control of his muscles enough to move his head to see if the other had gotten away. Some part of him was panicking, the feeling of being a prisoner in his own body too much like losing control, but he was too lucid for his powers to be out of control like those times before. It hurt, he couldn't move, they had him, he'd been doing so good at staying hidden, but now they had him!
But the other part of his mind that was able to string together a single thought was scared for his brother even more. They didn't need both of them! He hadn't even been in Octovern when the fighting happened! Let him go! Let him go!