The Wacky Adventures of Vash and Friends: Bizzaro Edition

[crybabyofdeath]

Who: endthem , crybabyofdeath , thedicearecast and goldenglasses
What: HORRIBLE TRAUMA
When: Final day of the event
Where: The Plaza
Summary: Vash likes to shoot things, Amelia is a shrinking violet, Legato is a hippie, and Livio and Razlo have turned into a giant predatory ball of crazy. Something must be made of this.
Rating: R for Razlo (seriously PG-13 if not R rating for physical violence and

Comments

[thedicearecast]

Amelia's week could only be described as horrible. From its beginnings with Legato through the assorted mishaps since, there have been no end to the stresses and strains--or now, the leaves stuck in her hair. At this point, the one thing she hoped for was to make it safely back to the apartment, find the bathroom empty, and claim the tub for an hour of safe and much needed soaking.

She was making her way through the plaza, paying less attention to her surroundings than picking the last of the leaves from her hair, and of course being certain her hat stayed firmly on her head. A stray gust prompted an almost paranoid grab at the brim, blocking Amelia's vision just long enough for her to bump into someone walking nearby.

"Oh! I'm so sorry." And so clumsy, a trait she's displayed in abundance this week. Amelia looked up at the (very) tall man, recognizing him as the one who crashed through Vash's ceiling a while back. "Are you okay?"

[crybabyofdeath]

Unfortunately for Amelia, he saw her not as a friend but as a potential victim. Something that needed to be hurt, something that needed to die. He could almost feel his other half trying to rush forward at the very thought of her corpse on the ground, but his mental block had become strong.

He stood there unanswering now that his mind was in a very different place.

He was intently watching her not with concern but as a predator. Eyeing her weaknesses. She didn't appear to be armed, which was wonderful news for him. In fact, nearly everything about her seemed to indicate that if he had the mind to attack now there would be absolutely nothing she could do to stop him. A normally frightening thought now seemed enthralling.

[thedicearecast]

Even before whatever had supposedly changed her, Amelia knew how dangerous a look like that could be. Now, overwhelmed by fear and an uncontrolable sense of helplessness, she was struck by the way he watched her even more strongly. Every instinct screamed to run, but she could only manage a few steps backward before she stopped, all but paralyzed.

She had no gun thanks to Wolfwood, no way to even pretend to put up a fight. And really, a single look into her eyes told all too plainly just how trapped she was. This man was dangerous, and Amelia was trapped, unable to make a move to stop whatever he attempted.

[crybabyofdeath]

That fear was all he needed to launch his new found instincts into overdrive. Without hesitation he grabbed her by the top of her head, the other on her shoulder. She wouldn't have to worry about that pesky hat anymore. In fact, with one little twist she wouldn't have to worry about anything anymore.

While it was clear that she wasn't going anywhere, he still hesitated to make the finishing blow. Not on his own accord, but rather a very annoying interruption. His body has not been completely his own for nearly his entire life, and regardless of any sort of block he was always under internal surveillance. That sudden murderous impulse was all Razlo needed to break his way through, closer to the surface.

Livio! What the hell do you think you're doing?

Amelia would have hardly noticed the difference, other then that her would be murderer is now suddenly frozen in place himself. Yet internally a power struggle had began.