http://returntoeven.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] returntoeven.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2009-08-04 09:52 am

Lose it in a minute

WHO: Millions Knives ([livejournal.com profile] returntoeven) and Vash the Stampede ([livejournal.com profile] plantpacifist)
WHERE: The beach.
WHEN: After this.
WARNINGS: Knives and his...particular brand of psychosis. @_@
SUMMARY: Vash is aware there's been a disturbance in the KnivesForce so he comes to investigate. He doesn't find what he was expecting.
FORMAT: Para since we're tl;dr fiends.

The sun was gone, descended below the waterline in a brilliance of crimson. The air had cooled, the water lapping calmly at the shore just as it had hours before. For all intents and purposes, everything appeared to be the same, the lengthening shadows casting a veil over the landscape.

The gouges in the sand, however, told a different story, as did the spots of glass left over from a heat that could only be called radioactive. Rocks were shredded, the nearby trees had all been torn down, and there was a faint stench beginning to rise from where birds and other small bits of life had fallen, ripped to pieces by an avenging blade. He barely even noticed it, his stare fixed on the subtle sparkle of the waves before him, the stone he was leaning against cutting into his back.

The roughness didn't bother him. Not really. If anything, he appreciated it, somewhat comforted by that fact that he could still feel even though everything else had drained away. He felt nothing, just that he was hollow, and that he needed to stay that way - to avoid the brokenness he knew was just around the corner. If he didn't, then -

No, he bristled. He wouldn't accept that. He couldn't. The consequences were too terrible to think about, and whatever others thought of him, he was not a mindless creature of destruction. He never had been, and so long as he lived, he never would be.

So why, then, did it still hurt?

I miss my icons

[identity profile] plantpacifist.livejournal.com 2009-08-04 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Vash had been caught up in the Wrath-riots early enough in the day that he hadn't initially been aware of the larger significance of the event. He was understandably pissed that, having found a nice, comfortable cardboard box to sleep in, he'd been awakened by a mob of crazed, angry citizens. Couldn't a guy nap in peace anymore? Nooo, they have to chase after him with rakes and leaf-blowers, just because he was an import and he happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. God only knew how they had found that out. As he ran, he tuned into his comm and found the cause; this raven chick was doing something with her 'brothers' what was this?

That misguided, selfish little brat!! It was senseless! He just wanted to- in his mind he daren't even articulate what he wanted to do. He'd told Raven it wasn't about the darkness in everyone's heart, it was how they controlled it, and by God he'd controlled his own darkness for 154 years and he wasn't about to stop now.

He'd finally evaded the crowd. He caught his breath, he calmed himself down. And then he sensed it. Vash could always sense Knives' presence when they were both in the City. It was a weirdly comforting feeling; he supposed that was because, when all was said and done, they were still brothers. And now he sensed that his brother's immense power was becoming erratic, that it might soon elude control. Something bad had happened to Knives, and Vash dreaded that the City might bear the brunt of his brother's mad rage. He started running.

Crunch. Shards of glass broke under his feet as he approached his brother on the beach. Strange to thing that what had been three years for Vash had been only a few months to Knives, when they had met here to settle a score that had already been settled. Huh.

"Knives." said Vash, not knowing what else to say.

Aww, thanks.

[identity profile] plantpacifist.livejournal.com 2009-08-04 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
The beach was a mess. It hadn't been at all like this the last time he'd been here. Of course, it had also been covered in snow, but there weren't any trees where there ought to be and it looked like someone had made a bonfire the size of a city block on the sand. Vash only hoped no sentient being had been in the area while it was still burning.

That fake greeting, that tone of voice so full of forced joviality would have clued Vash in even if had had somehow missed the completely destroyed state of the beach. Besides, Knives hadn't been happy, hadn't even pretended to be happy ONCE since he'd arrived in the City. To suddenly look cheerful could only mean that something dire had occurred. Contrary to appearances, Vash wasn't stupid. He walked up and sat next to his brother and stared out at the sea with him. He said nothing for a long while.

"Must have been some party last night." he said finally. "Broken glass everywhere."

[identity profile] plantpacifist.livejournal.com 2009-08-04 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, well. Traffic was murder. You know how it is." Vash had much more practice with insincere smiles than his brother. "So what happened?"

[identity profile] plantpacifist.livejournal.com 2009-08-04 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"What's Gluttony?" Strange. Knives didn't look any fatter than usual. It wasn't as though Vash paid much attention to the comm these days. He'd only had time find out the bare bones of the current situation, which was that Raven was laying waste to the City by stripping its inhabitants of their inhibitions. He hadn't seen Gluttony's post. He didn't know about the Sins.

You are not a gun

[identity profile] plantpacifist.livejournal.com 2009-08-06 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow. That was... It was hard to describe or even think about. That method of telepathy was always very intense, and to be honest Vash felt rather moved that Knives had shared so much with him. He didn't trust himself to speak at first.

Wishful thinking accomplished nothing. He couldn't kiss it and make it better. Vash had long since lost track of the number of times he'd turned the events following their discovery of Tessla's fate over and over in his head, wondered if only Rem had done this or if Knives had only not fallen unconscious. Humans would not magically unanimously see the error of their ways, and Knives would likely be messed up forever. But Vash had never taken the easy way out, and he wasn't about to start now.

"Knives. You are what you choose to be, you do what you choose to do. With all our powers, we're still not God. That we have these impulses in us, greed, pride, sloth, wrath, that's normal. But we don't have to let ourselves be ruled by them."

Knives are used for more than killing

[identity profile] plantpacifist.livejournal.com 2009-08-07 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Vash picked up a nearby piece of driftwood and drew aimless circles in the wet sand. The lines stayed, indelibly bound by the dampness. Though the wind might pick up, only the rising tide would wash them away. "That wasn't him. You know that."

That was a fact. It had disturbed Vash just as much to hear Gluttony's words coming from Robin's voice. Why had it taken so long for he and Knives to start speaking like this? They had led such different lives. They had learned such different lessons.

He started over. "Whenever you trust someone, you run the risk of that trust being betrayed. But never trusting people, that's no way to live." Damned if you do, damned if you don't. Vash's own trust had been betrayed more often than not, and he had the scars to prove it. And Knives. Here's a 153-year-old man, asking his brother to make sense of the world like a child wondering why God abandoned him.

[identity profile] plantpacifist.livejournal.com 2009-08-11 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
Dammit, what was he supposed to say? He couldn't kiss it and make it better. He only wished it could be so easy. Knives had always been the one with no tolerance for pain.

"What can I tell you? It hurts, and in time, it'll go away. There's no magic solution for that kind of pain. I mean, you could get drunk. I like bourbon and scotch, but that doesn't always help, and anyway it's only temporary."

Vash hesitated for a moment, before putting his arm over his brother's shoulder in a one-armed, manly hug. "That's just life, brother."