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[goldenglasses]

[Vash had just finished raiding his fridge and made himself a ham sandwich. It was perfect. Cheese, mayo, lettuce, tomato, and plenty of ham! He set it on the table and with a smile on his face he was just about to sit down and enjoy this tasty meal when - Poof!

He found himself falling backwards into the nothingness where his chair should have

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[not_a_bluesbro]

[Oh, well, that's nice. Wolfwood finds you hanging on a tree outside their apartments... Why is it you cause him so much grief? Granted, if he left you out there and just walked off, he'd be better off... but then Meryl might get mad if you caught a cold or some shit.]

Not again... hey, Needle Noggin! Wake your ass up! How'd you even get up there?

[Yeah, he basically picks up a palm-sized rock and flings it at the spikey-haired man. What won't kill you will make you stronger.]

[wanderer_jack]

[A smug look appeared on Jack's face, similar to when the Scotsman lost his bagpipe. Jack spoke loudly to no one in particular:] Oh, hello, priest, that cross you are carrying seems very heavy. Perhaps a sandwich would help refresh you? I found it in your kitchen...

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[goldenglasses]

WOLFWOOD DON'T YOU DARE EAT MY-

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[goldenglasses]

Oh! ...hello again.

[wanderer_jack]

[Sometimes, people are simple to wake up.] Hello. You appear to be upside down...in a tree...again.

[goldenglasses]

So I am...

...you haven't seen an annoying preacher man with a giant cross running around have you?

[wanderer_jack]

Yes, I have. He and his cross landed atop my tent after you proceeded to leave. Would you like the sandwich while I examine the tree?
[Though Jack could not grab the porcupine-headed odd man from the tree from where he stood, he at least could hand off the sandwich.]

[goldenglasses]

[Sighs] So he's alright, that's good. He was helping me out when he suddenly vanished.

Uh... sorry about your tent... again, but you know there's an empty apartment in this building if you need a place to stay.

Could you! I'm starving! [Sammich! Reunited at last!]

Vat's dat sandvich? Kill zem all? Good idea!

[wanderer_jack]

[Jack carefully stretches one arm up, the sandwich secure in his grasp. Wobbling on his single sandal, he all but stumbles forward, the sandwich ending up perfectly between the red-wearing man's teeth while Jack hobbles back and forth trying to regain balance.]

Sammich? ;_; Not you too sammich! Think love and peace! LOVE! AND! PEACE!

[goldenglasses]

[Takes a bite and chews.] Mmmhmmm! Danke! Danke! This is great!

You may have won the sammich, but you lost the olive!

[wanderer_jack]

[Once he returns to balanced, Jack discards his sandal and begins to scrutinize the tree, trying to figure out the best method to free the man without dropping him on his head.] I might very well take up that offer if my encampment continues with such poor luck.

NOT THE OLIVE! *wibble* So mean

[goldenglasses]

Yeah. Or at least until the rain of people ends. [Well, his coat seems to be snagged on a few branches in several different places. Maybe if you free him from a couple he can flip back over. Or just cut the branch and have him fall on his head. Revenge for your tent!]

You could say that it has...*put on shades* a pit of evil

[wanderer_jack]

[Jack hops onto the tree, scrambling onto a lower branch before hopping to the next one.] It is not...hmph...the rain of people I worry of...[He finally found himself above the sandwich-devouring man.]...the regular rain.

[Carefully, he gripped his legs around the branch, free the first caught bits of red coat.]

Pffffffffft.... *can't even respond to that*

[goldenglasses]

Oh? It wasn't a very good tent then?

[Hazzah! Partly free! But better hurry, now that the weight isn't nicely distributed there's a ripping sound slowly picking up speed.]

YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!

[wanderer_jack]

No, the tent was of fine condition...[Jack quickly hops down to a lower branch, undoing the remnants of the coat and breaking off the more stubborn of the twigs, freeing the tent-crusher.]...it is simply that the weather of this land was not a problem in the world I was brought from.

*Faliure*

[goldenglasses]

[And Vash, having hit his head one too many times today, shall nimbly land on the ground. Feet first. Although he still has some dried blood on his face. At least he doesn't drop the sandwich!] Oh, are you from a desert?