[After a rather upsetting conversation (and backdated to daylight hours), Vash ran blindly into the village wanting to get AWAY from that man. When he feels like he’s far enough away; he drops himself down and has himself a good cry. Maybe he’s behind your house? Or even just near the spot you decided to pass by for a walk. After he gets himself ( Read more... )

[The journal falls open just in time to catch a pained gasp, followed by some rather upset sniffling.] T-t-that hurt! B-but R-R-Rem said dreams aren’t s-suppose to hurt! It’s so cold. Rem! Kn-nives! [Finally the journal catches a glimpse of little Vash as he shakily tries to stand up in it‘s view. His trade mark spiky hair is gone. Instead it falls ( Read more... )

[Vash can be found sitting on a bench in the plaza, his glasses on and a very grim look upon his face as he looks the place over. He’s thinking back to the incident with Kefka. A man died and he hadn’t been able to stop it. There must have been a way. What had he missed? He’ll be sitting there for a while, teeth clenching as he tries to figure out ( Read more... )