The hunt is on! ... Sort of.
Who; Vash the Stampede (localdisaster) and Shibuya Yuuri (notawimp)
What; It's a date grand quest to find the madman putting ribbons on everyone! But not before having a snack first.
Where; A bakery on the eastern side of the city
When; Backdated to the 24th; late afternoon
Warnings; THE CAKE IS A LIE None~
It was hardly recognizable as a bakery anymore. Whatever sign it might've had was long since gone, possibly now part of the rubble scattered around the building. All that was left of the glass in the windows were jagged edges, the front door hanging open haphazardly on a single hinge. Part of the roof and the top of the very western wall were gone, but other than a few alarming cracks in the outside brick, it was in surprisingly good shape.
Ever since Vash had discovered that the food in the bakery came back each day, the place had been like a second home to him.
He was seated up on the counter, the heels of his boots drumming lightly against it as he scarfed down three donuts in quick succession. The only reason this day's stock of donuts wasn't completely gone yet was because Vash had gotten there five minutes ago. Instead, they were half gone and going fast. He did find the whole thing with the food pretty strange, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Not until he got concerned about it to question it more, anyway.
What; It's a date grand quest to find the madman putting ribbons on everyone! But not before having a snack first.
Where; A bakery on the eastern side of the city
When; Backdated to the 24th; late afternoon
Warnings; THE CAKE IS A LIE None~
It was hardly recognizable as a bakery anymore. Whatever sign it might've had was long since gone, possibly now part of the rubble scattered around the building. All that was left of the glass in the windows were jagged edges, the front door hanging open haphazardly on a single hinge. Part of the roof and the top of the very western wall were gone, but other than a few alarming cracks in the outside brick, it was in surprisingly good shape.
Ever since Vash had discovered that the food in the bakery came back each day, the place had been like a second home to him.
He was seated up on the counter, the heels of his boots drumming lightly against it as he scarfed down three donuts in quick succession. The only reason this day's stock of donuts wasn't completely gone yet was because Vash had gotten there five minutes ago. Instead, they were half gone and going fast. He did find the whole thing with the food pretty strange, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Not until he got concerned about it to question it more, anyway.