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[lucetimods]

Who: EVERYONE
What: Event stuff happening!
When: RIGHT NOW?? Can be starting on the 27th and onward.
Where: EVERYWHERE
Summary: Creatures and creations and whatnot from the Battle Dome are appearing all over. This is for the sake of having a mass log available for everyone, so have a free-for-all~
Rating: ...Unrated, too many people 8

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[truthget]

[Edward is in the middle of a particularly fierce training session in the clearing between the river and House 16, since it's a nice open space, and the Battle Dome is unavailable for training right now. He'll mostly be going through his basic physical workout when quite suddenly, without warning, a blade of darkness tears through the trees to interrupt him, bowling him clear over.

Out of the woods steps a small boy, innocent enough looking if not for the fact that he's linked to the shadows of the trees by slivers of darkness, menacing eyes lurking beyond him. He doesn't speak, but Edward can feel the sting of the attack on his back, his coat torn. No blood, though. He must've gotten off lucky.]

Selim- ...No, Pride.

[The boy doesn't speak; he doesn't have to. In a flash, another attack from the homunculus' shadow tears through the air, aimed at Edward's head, and it's all he can do to dodge the blows. Anybody want to help Edward duke it out with the kid

*waves* We wanted them all together, yes? ^^ *threadjacks, but tell me to GTFO if need be*

[goldenglasses]

[Ed has about forty seconds to answer that as a third blond wearing a red leather coat is coming screaming in with a horde of bandits close behind.] Aw! Come on, guys! Leave me alone!

[Oh look, two stylish blonds up ahead.]

I'm game |D even though I'm late hurr hurr.

[truthget]

From my world, yeah, but he didn't have any wings. I don't get that; I thought everyone had-

[And he's cut off there, because SUDDENLY VASH AND BANDITS. Edward jerks back, hands lifting to take a defensive position, eyes wide.]

The hell...!?

[slaying]

If he didn't, then...

[ oh hell. a whole horde? buffy rolls her eyes.

but then finds her stance. ]

;_; I'm sorry Ed.... or maybe sorry to the bandits

[goldenglasses]

[Vash just runs on by, but the bandits stop utterly confused. When they stop Vash decides that climbing up a tree and hiding may be for the best. He'll hide there as he tries to figure out why they stopped.]

HEY! This kid is wearing a red coat and and has blond hair! Maybe he's Vash the Stampede!

No you dummy! Vash the Stampede is a huge man with a huge gun!

Well, that other guy was crying. Vash the Stampede doesn't cry. Maybe this kid is Vash!

What about that girl! She's blond and has a red coat!

Vash the Stampede is a man you idiot!

That kid's too short to be Vash!

Maybe she IS Vash the Stampede and that's how he's lived so long!

What! No! You're crazy!

[And the group ends up bickering among themselves as Vash hides in his tree. Feel free to interrupt them anytime or anything.]

...yeah sorry to the bandits sounds right

[truthget]

[Edward had given the entire situation an expression that seemed to be a cross between confusion and irritation, but as soon as the short joke is heard, he stomps forward, eyes ablaze, claps his hands once, and slams them against the ground.]

Don't call me short!!

[And half a dozen hands burst upwards from the dirt to send the bandits flying. THAT'LL LEARN 'EM. (Unless they're tenacious, and knowing Trigun bandits...)]

[slaying]

And what's wrong with being a girl, anyway?

[ what the hell even is this day. ]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash decides it's safe to come out of his tree now as the bandits that didn't flicker away are now convinced that Ed is Vash the Stampede. They're not about to give up sixty billion double dollars so easily.]

Look! He can use magic!

Look at that lost technology on his arm!

That's gotta be Vash!

[There are a couple who still aren't convinced and the bandits bicker just a little bit more before Vash finally speaks up himself.]

Um, you might want to move out of shooting rang. Because they'll probably start-

I don't care if he looks young! Only Vash the Stampede-

-shooting-

-could do something like that!

-soon.

[And look at that. The ones that haven't gone scared starts to fire at the group.]

[truthget]

[jksdhfkjdsh GUNS. Why did it have to be guns? Though at least he has enough experience with this kind of mess. Another clap, and the ground reforms to create a stone shield, blocking off the bullets. That'll at least give them a few seconds to breathe.]

They don't have wings either! What the hell is going on!?

[slaying]

[ she ducks into a tidy combat roll at the first sign of fire; acting quicker than the bullets and coming into a crouch closer to one of the far bandit outliers. she trips him up with a foot. ]

Shift, kid. It's a Shift.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash yelps and makes sure he's duck down by that new wall.] Well, so far if they break a leg or something they vanish.

...and they seem to have a lot of ammo.

[truthget]

[Edward glances sidelong at Vash, lifting a brow.]

"Vash the Stampede", huh? So why are they shooting at us?

[Apparently a case of mistaken identity... makes him wonder what this guy's deal is, though. But there's no time for that; he claps once more and touches the ground just outside the wall - yelping and jerking his hand back with a bullet ricochets off his finger, that'll leave a dent in the automail - to transmute a little statue of himself to draw the bandits' attention, and hopefully their gunfire. With that done, he dashes off from the other side to make a run for the bandits, hoping to join Buffy in some leg-breaking. At least that means he doesn't have to kill anyone, right?]

[slaying]

[ ...leg-breaking. ordinarily, she would agree -- after all, the slayer is none too fond of non-demon casualties; however, these weren't even real. but with a groan she reached out and hauled uncomfortably viciously on one bandit's arm, dragging him down into the dust with her.

there's a scuffle. a limb was certainly broken, yes. the bandit blipped out of existence just as a sim-shot grazes her upper right shoulder. ]

Great. And I liked this shirt, too.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash just laughs a little clueless laugh and shrugs.] Beats me, understanding the way bandits think has never been a strong suit of mine.

[But seeing as he's the real cause for all of this gunfire, he suppose he should help. No need for anyone to get hurt over illusions. So as Ed's statue draws their attention Vash peeks his head over the wall.

The smallest fraction of a second is all he needed to aim. His own sound of gunfire is lost in the noisy fray, but in the next half a second six bandits have found their weapons shot cleanly out of their hands.]

[truthget]

[Whoa, that was some excellent accuracy, there. Reminds him of a certain Hawk's Eye, actually. With the bandits disarmed, Edward dashes forward and lunges into the group, slamming both left leg and right arm into every bandit he comes across. Enjoy those metal limbs, boys, your bones probably can't hold up against something like that. |D]

[my_yoke_broke]

[Heeeey! Ian can help! Well, sorta'. He's been busy all day anyway, so he might as well stop for the horrifying black masses attacking the kid.

SPUTTER WAIT WHAT]

What's going on?!

[Of course, the attacks from Pride will start trying to take swipes at him, too, but he's actually pretty good at avoiding them. It's like dancing, only in a mad panic! :'D]