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The Lightning Strike

Oct 01, 2009 22:59

WHO: Graham Spector and Vash the Stampede
WHERE: Outside, in the city streets
WHEN: During the lightning storm
WHAT: Vash is out in the weather. So is Graham. This goes nowhere good.
NOTE: BACKDATED to the lightning storm

( VERY NOT GOOD )

† baccano! | graham spector, † trigun | vash the stampede

Comments 19

mywrenchsaysyes October 2 2009, 08:01:31 UTC

Anything... or anyone.

As it turned out, Graham was having problems of his own. It annoyed him how such a simple thing as locks refused to function correctly, and not only that, but doors refused to break down no matter how hard he pounded on them with his wrench. It was, needless to say, upsetting. The mechanic had abandoned his cause, but not after creating a sizable dent on the door to the place he'd found to stay at- not that he considered it as much more than a place other than outdoors to rest his head.

It was the lightning that had him abandon his continued efforts. It was a terrible thing that threatened to part him from the one thing that had accompanied him to this twisted world, but as crazy as Graham was, he wasn't stupid. He sought cover, and it was by pure luck that he managed not to get himself fried in the process. And what an ominous image it was, a shadowed figure, silhouetted by another flash of lightning.

mayflyhunter October 2 2009, 10:48:05 UTC

Vash screamed.

There was no other word for it. No way to make the sound he'd just made more masculine, or less embarrassing. He took one look at the figure illuminated by the lightning, and shrieked.

He scrambled backwards in the grate, pressing himself up against the back wall, making little whimpering sounds of fear. What was this? Some tiny robot man come to break him into little pieces? No way. It couldn't be. They didn't come that small.

Did they?

"I don't have any batteries!" he yelped at the figure. After all, what could lost technology possibly want but fuel off of him?

mywrenchsaysyes October 2 2009, 17:07:22 UTC

Well that was a rather jarring greeting- especially when you weren't expecting anything to begin with! Graham jumped, immediately going on the defensive, swinging up the wrench in front of him, grasped in both hands. He couldn't see well in this light, but whatever he'd just heard sure sounded like a woman. Maybe. It might be a trick. He wasn't so sure what to think anymore ( ... )

mayflyhunter October 2 2009, 20:07:06 UTC

He held up his hands over his face, trying to make himself look as small as possible in the little bolt-hole. Which, considering he towered over most normal people, wasn't exactly the easiest task imaginable. But strangers tended to back off when they noticed the object of their attack was... cowering in the dirt. "N-No I don't want any batteries, I'm asking if you do!" he sputtered, lowering his arms to peer out curiously.

Oh. Oh wait. It was a person. Not a giant metal one. A normal one!

Well, as normal as someone could be swinging around a huge wrench in the middle of a lightning storm. Didn't metal do things to electricity? Like conduct it? What was going to happen to this poor guy if he got hit?

"Get in!" Vash had shouted, before he really realized what he was saying. "C'mon! It's..." Okay, myabe it wasn't safe in here, but it was better than being out there. "There's room!"

mywrenchsaysyes October 2 2009, 20:50:12 UTC

A grin touched his face, and slowly Graham stepped further inside. That was more like it. He ducked his head as he sidled in, and in afterthought he decided to put the wrench down, half wondering if it would still draw lightning strikes from inside. Half of him was morbidly curious to find out, but he left it where he set it anyway, moving towards Vash.

"Cozy in here, huh?"