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[goldenglasses]

[Today after his SOS Brigade meeting, Vash will be dragging several large boxes into the square by the fountain. They are filled with all types of nerf guns and there's even a few squirt guns in there. He figures the kids here could really use some fun after the past week or two. So after taking a couple for himself he opens his journal.] Hey!

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oh sweet~

[dawndigger]

[At the announcement, Simon's curiosity is pinged, and after a few moments he heads outside to see what the big deal is. He's not one for toys - they wasn't exactly a plethora of them in Jiha - but since it was Vash who made the announcement, he's going to check it out anyway.]

What...?

[goldenglasses]

Get him! [Starts shooting. But wait, where's his backup?] S-Simon?

[dawndigger]

[Oh snap, caught. Simon hastily goes for the box instead, digging through to find another Nerf gun. He's no coward, of course! Eh-heh-heh...]

[lists_to_port]

[Sparrow goes down in a Dillinger-esque hail of bullets. Then gets back up, returning fire.]

Ow. That's gonna leave a MARK, Vash!

[goldenglasses]

No it's not, stop being such a baby. [But just try shooting him and hear what a fuss he'll make.]

[dawndigger]

[Their silliness is admittedly contagious, so as soon as Simon pulls out another of the toy guns he starts blasting away at Jack. That's what you get for squashing them, you crazy pirate!]

[lists_to_port]

AHHHHH!!! [Jack takes one shot full in the mouth and makes that "ICK" face.]

Tastes like bilge. [And then takes careful aim with his crossbow and fires once at Vash and once at Simon--aiming right for the forehead.]

[goldenglasses]

AHHH! I've been HIT! [Falls over kicking and screaming like he was dying] GO ON WITHOUT ME!

[dawndigger]

[W-wait, does a headshot mean death!? Is it game over!? Because he was hit too!] B-but I can't do this without you!

[lists_to_port]

[Jack attempts to place one foot on top of Vash in a "hail the conquering hero" type pose. And looks at Simon.]

Aye, lad--it's a good thing to know when you're beaten. Better stay down now.

[goldenglasses]

Ow! Geeze! Careful! That hurts! How much do you weigh!?

[Aw... come on Jack. Let the kid have some fun. "Dead guy" shooting at your head now.] Ah! Ha ha! I was faking it the whole time! [Can you fake, fake death? Who cares? He is.]

[dawndigger]

[Simon scrambles to reload. THE FIGHT IS NOT OVER YET, PIRATE]

[lists_to_port]

[Vash's nerf hits Jack RIGHT IN THE EYE.]]

....

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

[There's a lot of swearing and gesturing and jumping around.]

[goldenglasses]

[Erk. Not what he was aiming for. Damn it Vash, gotta remember that changed depth persption.] Ah! I'm sorry! Are you alright?

[dawndigger]

[Oh snap.] Sh-should we take him to the clinic?

[lists_to_port]

[There's a bit more swearing--sorry, Simon--and holding of the injured eye and maybe some hopping around as well before Jack calms down.]

No, I don't need your bleedin' clinic, savvy? The fun and games were wonderful, right up till that last bit Vash. I expect Tia Dalma has some dead squiddish thing or other I can lash over this porthole to bring the swellin' down.

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Don't think I'll forget this, though, lads. You'll remember this as the day you hit Captain Jack Sparrow in the eye with a floppy dart and he swore his revenge.

[And it's true. It's on, now, boys--when you least expect it, expect some type of mischief. Harmless, of course, because he's not particularly serious about it at all. Likes epic melodramatic vendettas is all. Pirate.]