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Log; complete
When; Sunday March 23rd, a little after midnight
Rating; PG-ish for language?
Characters; Knives (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mildlygenocidal) and Vash (mildlyreckless)
Summary; After going to bed as kids, the twins wake up and find their roles a bit reversed thanks to that pesky "A Road Not Taken" curse. Confusion abounds. As does the muns' impending damnation.
Log;
Coming to, the man didn't expect to find himself there. His head was swimming. Was it the change in temperature? From a hot desert night, to a room with a bitter chill he hadn't felt from some time, that was likely. The only comfort he had was a secondary warmth under the sheets that he found himself migrating towards drowsily. Drowsily, until his hand found itself against someone's flank, touching, and he sprang straight up from where he was laying.
"--the hell?" he snapped out, his other hand swaying around and clapping on the chest of whomever was laying there three times. He knew damn well he was not that lit the night before. Okay, there been a moment or two where it was questionable, but damn it, he sobered up faster than that.
Of course, the tingling sensation of contact between his hand and the other's chest sent him into a jostle, and he quickly turned himself around, to flop around onto his knees defensively, to try to see who it was that he was slapping at. Was it really...?
~*~
It took a while for Vash to wake up and realize just what it was that was actually HAPPENING at that moment. And though it didn't take long for him to decide he didn't LIKE it, he realized who was doing it before something really bad happened, so he laid there and GLARED at the figure slapping at him.
And Knives was lucky he was who he was, or else he would've been already dead.
"What. The hell. Are you doing?" Vash demanded flatly. His twin had about a minute to come up with something good before he got punched in the nose.
~*~
"What am *I* doing?!" Knives exclaimed as he propped up on his knees further, more to display height than anything in defense. He wobbled this way and then that way from the motion on the bed, clearly off-kilter just a bit. "What're you doing?! Who said you could come into my--uh..."
He paused, looking around. Absolutely nothing looked the same. ...but that didn't matter, and he wasn't about to be deterred from his point. "--my... humble place of residence like you own the place? Vash. Are you on drugs?" he tutted.
~*~
Vash just stared at him.
"I think YOU'RE the one on drugs," he shot back, seriously wondering if Knives had been sticking things in the electric socket. "This is--"
He stopped and looked around.
"Where the HELL are we?"
That's when he felt it and bristled. He couldn't feel his sisters. And he was pretty certain he could sense humans nearby. How the hell that happened was a complete mystery to him. He was more than certain they'd wiped out any humans that could've just dropped by on accident.
"...And why the hell are there humans?"
~*~
Knives settled a little and put a hand over his face, peeking out between his fingers. God, Vash was acting absolutely grumpy. Not only was he a house invader, he was a bitch about it, too. Did he not get his nap or something? "Why?" he asked, looking around from between his fingers still. "Uhhh, because they belong here? Do you need a nap, Vash-chan, because I will totally just leave you here for a night-night."
~*~
...Had Knives been DROPPED on his HEAD recently?! Vash just stared at him for a while, too shocked for words. For a brief moment, he wondered if he was actually going insane and just imagining all of this. As far as HE could recall, Knives had been pretty damn helpful about wiping out humans after the Big Fall. There hadn't been many that had survived, but a few still managed to show up now and then. Vash would've been impressed if it didn't make him so sick.
"They don't belong anywhere," he reminded his brother sharply. "And if you call me 'Vash-chan' again, I might have to slap you."
~*~
And Knives stopped right there. That wasn't right. That wasn't even funny. The last time either of them had a discussion like that had been so long ago. Back on the ships. Back, after they found out about Tessla. But that had been the only time. After the drama on the ships, after they had planned to take the ships down and decided against it (all too late, unfortunately), they swore to repent themselves by protecting the humans, and...
"I'm going to ask again," Knives said, his voice lowering a couple of octaves, "what the hell is wrong with you? Because that? Seriously not funny, Vash-chan."
~*~
Vash's eyes narrowed. Knives really didn't remember a thing, did he? Did it have something to do with where they were? After pondering for a while, his lips curled into a rather sadistic grin and he tilted his head slightly.
"Don't tell me we're just now going to have a disagreement in ethics," he said almost brightly. "I'm afraid it's a bit late for that, Knives-chan. After you kill millions of people, you're sort of committed to the cause."
~*~
"The same could be said about you," Knives replied. Pushing off the bed with his knuckles dug into the matress, Knives did so as carefully as possible as to not turn his back on his brother. Something wasn't right here. His eyes had focused in the darkness of the room, at least enough to fumble his hand to a nearby lamp through his peripheral vision.
With a twist of the small switch, the light flashed on and he leant back as his eyes met Vashes. That wasn't right. Something wasn't right with those eyes of his brother's... "...w-what were you doing before this?"
~*~
Vash blinked as the light came on and then searched Knives's eyes. ...It was like something had completely changed him overnight.
"Sleeping," he said with a huff. "But you did a pretty good job of changing THAT. But I assume you want something a bit more general, so I'll save us both some time and tell you that we've been working to wipe out the human race so that Plants can live in peace."
He was already tired of this. And he was getting a headache. One he was sure was about to be intensified, if Knives's expression was anything to go by. So he stood up and stretched a bit, heading for the door lethargically.
"Look, I have a pretty good idea of what's coming next, and I'm really not in the mood for it. We really should be trying to figure out where we are, you know. So I'm going to try and find out."
~*~
His heart was thumping against his rib cage, rather painfully, as he watched Vash move. There was an air of confidence--arrogance about him that left a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something wasn't right. Vash was right, to that degree. He could only feel, what... one other? Things could be pretty quiet when it was just them, and only a small ship nearby hosting a low number of their sisters, but this was ridiculous.
But Vash was talking in a way they both had agreed to not talk like so long ago. They agreed, after the deaths, after Rem...
Letting out a forced laugh, Knives spun around to watch him go, and bounced from the bed, foot to foot. "Hey! Why don't we chill out for a little while! It seems we're both cranky and stressed, maybe it'd be better to do a little meditation before you tromp on out there and show your glistening features to the public, don't you think, beautiful?"
~*~
Vash stopped and stared at Knives again. Okay, so he didn't see that coming. What the hell. Seriously. He considered throwing a picture on the wall at his brother's head to see if it would knock some sense into him, but then realized what Knives was doing and rolled his eyes.
"I'm not going to go out and start a massacre right now, Knives," he said. "I want tea. And a computer. And if you call me beautiful again, you're going out a window. It's bad enough you were in BED with me. Jesus."
The last sentence was huffed over his shoulder as he headed out into the living room. The place seemed vaguely familiar, but Vash wasn't sure if it was legitimate or just a case of deja-vu.
"Just relax. That sort of thing can wait until tomorrow."
~*~
An eye squinted at that. No, no, no, no, no. Jesus Christ, it wasn't supposed to happen that way at all! And after a moment of Knives standing there, gripping at his own hair in distress and mulling over the situation, he sighed and started out after Vash. The place seemed vaguely familiar to him as well, although Knives felt an underlying sense of unexplained disdain for the whole layout. Maybe it was just because Vash was being a jackass.
"Vash-chan, my beautiful twin with the golden locks, is slaughter really the--hey!" Movement to the side caught his eye, and Knives completely deviated from his path. Partially in hopes that Vash would follow like always, partially because, hey! "A kitty!"
Poor Sneakers.
~*~
Vash's eye twitched slightly and he kept going, this time towards the bathroom, picking up a PDA he spied on the coffee table as he passed it. He'd take a shower if it would get Knives to leave him the hell alone long enough so he could THINK.
"Have fun with the kitty, Knives," he grumbled, swinging the door shut before he could follow.
~*~
The orange cat was scooped up and cradled gently by the plant, him tenderly scratching the little thing's head as Vash slammed the door shut. He squinted his eye again, and after hooking the cat to his chest with one arm so that it was like a child cradling a toy bear. "That's fine! I'll just..." He looked around, eyebrow quirked. "Stay out here... and... uh..." Oh, hey, look at that.
His free hand first grabbed another PDA laying on a coffee table, and with it a television remote. He plopped down on the couch quickly, and dropped the PDA in his lap as he continued to clutch the cat. "I'll just watch the Satellite! Or... what... ever the hell is here. Ass." He was an ass. And after he turned it on, and found himself staring at a flailing menagerie of a talk show he was unfamiliar with, but apparently it had to do with polygamy and a goat, Knives slunk down in place to wait.
This was going to be a terrible day, wasn't it?
Rating; PG-ish for language?
Characters; Knives (
mildlygenocidal) and Vash (mildlyreckless)Summary; After going to bed as kids, the twins wake up and find their roles a bit reversed thanks to that pesky "A Road Not Taken" curse. Confusion abounds. As does the muns' impending damnation.
Log;
Coming to, the man didn't expect to find himself there. His head was swimming. Was it the change in temperature? From a hot desert night, to a room with a bitter chill he hadn't felt from some time, that was likely. The only comfort he had was a secondary warmth under the sheets that he found himself migrating towards drowsily. Drowsily, until his hand found itself against someone's flank, touching, and he sprang straight up from where he was laying.
"--the hell?" he snapped out, his other hand swaying around and clapping on the chest of whomever was laying there three times. He knew damn well he was not that lit the night before. Okay, there been a moment or two where it was questionable, but damn it, he sobered up faster than that.
Of course, the tingling sensation of contact between his hand and the other's chest sent him into a jostle, and he quickly turned himself around, to flop around onto his knees defensively, to try to see who it was that he was slapping at. Was it really...?
~*~
It took a while for Vash to wake up and realize just what it was that was actually HAPPENING at that moment. And though it didn't take long for him to decide he didn't LIKE it, he realized who was doing it before something really bad happened, so he laid there and GLARED at the figure slapping at him.
And Knives was lucky he was who he was, or else he would've been already dead.
"What. The hell. Are you doing?" Vash demanded flatly. His twin had about a minute to come up with something good before he got punched in the nose.
~*~
"What am *I* doing?!" Knives exclaimed as he propped up on his knees further, more to display height than anything in defense. He wobbled this way and then that way from the motion on the bed, clearly off-kilter just a bit. "What're you doing?! Who said you could come into my--uh..."
He paused, looking around. Absolutely nothing looked the same. ...but that didn't matter, and he wasn't about to be deterred from his point. "--my... humble place of residence like you own the place? Vash. Are you on drugs?" he tutted.
~*~
Vash just stared at him.
"I think YOU'RE the one on drugs," he shot back, seriously wondering if Knives had been sticking things in the electric socket. "This is--"
He stopped and looked around.
"Where the HELL are we?"
That's when he felt it and bristled. He couldn't feel his sisters. And he was pretty certain he could sense humans nearby. How the hell that happened was a complete mystery to him. He was more than certain they'd wiped out any humans that could've just dropped by on accident.
"...And why the hell are there humans?"
~*~
Knives settled a little and put a hand over his face, peeking out between his fingers. God, Vash was acting absolutely grumpy. Not only was he a house invader, he was a bitch about it, too. Did he not get his nap or something? "Why?" he asked, looking around from between his fingers still. "Uhhh, because they belong here? Do you need a nap, Vash-chan, because I will totally just leave you here for a night-night."
~*~
...Had Knives been DROPPED on his HEAD recently?! Vash just stared at him for a while, too shocked for words. For a brief moment, he wondered if he was actually going insane and just imagining all of this. As far as HE could recall, Knives had been pretty damn helpful about wiping out humans after the Big Fall. There hadn't been many that had survived, but a few still managed to show up now and then. Vash would've been impressed if it didn't make him so sick.
"They don't belong anywhere," he reminded his brother sharply. "And if you call me 'Vash-chan' again, I might have to slap you."
~*~
And Knives stopped right there. That wasn't right. That wasn't even funny. The last time either of them had a discussion like that had been so long ago. Back on the ships. Back, after they found out about Tessla. But that had been the only time. After the drama on the ships, after they had planned to take the ships down and decided against it (all too late, unfortunately), they swore to repent themselves by protecting the humans, and...
"I'm going to ask again," Knives said, his voice lowering a couple of octaves, "what the hell is wrong with you? Because that? Seriously not funny, Vash-chan."
~*~
Vash's eyes narrowed. Knives really didn't remember a thing, did he? Did it have something to do with where they were? After pondering for a while, his lips curled into a rather sadistic grin and he tilted his head slightly.
"Don't tell me we're just now going to have a disagreement in ethics," he said almost brightly. "I'm afraid it's a bit late for that, Knives-chan. After you kill millions of people, you're sort of committed to the cause."
~*~
"The same could be said about you," Knives replied. Pushing off the bed with his knuckles dug into the matress, Knives did so as carefully as possible as to not turn his back on his brother. Something wasn't right here. His eyes had focused in the darkness of the room, at least enough to fumble his hand to a nearby lamp through his peripheral vision.
With a twist of the small switch, the light flashed on and he leant back as his eyes met Vashes. That wasn't right. Something wasn't right with those eyes of his brother's... "...w-what were you doing before this?"
~*~
Vash blinked as the light came on and then searched Knives's eyes. ...It was like something had completely changed him overnight.
"Sleeping," he said with a huff. "But you did a pretty good job of changing THAT. But I assume you want something a bit more general, so I'll save us both some time and tell you that we've been working to wipe out the human race so that Plants can live in peace."
He was already tired of this. And he was getting a headache. One he was sure was about to be intensified, if Knives's expression was anything to go by. So he stood up and stretched a bit, heading for the door lethargically.
"Look, I have a pretty good idea of what's coming next, and I'm really not in the mood for it. We really should be trying to figure out where we are, you know. So I'm going to try and find out."
~*~
His heart was thumping against his rib cage, rather painfully, as he watched Vash move. There was an air of confidence--arrogance about him that left a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something wasn't right. Vash was right, to that degree. He could only feel, what... one other? Things could be pretty quiet when it was just them, and only a small ship nearby hosting a low number of their sisters, but this was ridiculous.
But Vash was talking in a way they both had agreed to not talk like so long ago. They agreed, after the deaths, after Rem...
Letting out a forced laugh, Knives spun around to watch him go, and bounced from the bed, foot to foot. "Hey! Why don't we chill out for a little while! It seems we're both cranky and stressed, maybe it'd be better to do a little meditation before you tromp on out there and show your glistening features to the public, don't you think, beautiful?"
~*~
Vash stopped and stared at Knives again. Okay, so he didn't see that coming. What the hell. Seriously. He considered throwing a picture on the wall at his brother's head to see if it would knock some sense into him, but then realized what Knives was doing and rolled his eyes.
"I'm not going to go out and start a massacre right now, Knives," he said. "I want tea. And a computer. And if you call me beautiful again, you're going out a window. It's bad enough you were in BED with me. Jesus."
The last sentence was huffed over his shoulder as he headed out into the living room. The place seemed vaguely familiar, but Vash wasn't sure if it was legitimate or just a case of deja-vu.
"Just relax. That sort of thing can wait until tomorrow."
~*~
An eye squinted at that. No, no, no, no, no. Jesus Christ, it wasn't supposed to happen that way at all! And after a moment of Knives standing there, gripping at his own hair in distress and mulling over the situation, he sighed and started out after Vash. The place seemed vaguely familiar to him as well, although Knives felt an underlying sense of unexplained disdain for the whole layout. Maybe it was just because Vash was being a jackass.
"Vash-chan, my beautiful twin with the golden locks, is slaughter really the--hey!" Movement to the side caught his eye, and Knives completely deviated from his path. Partially in hopes that Vash would follow like always, partially because, hey! "A kitty!"
Poor Sneakers.
~*~
Vash's eye twitched slightly and he kept going, this time towards the bathroom, picking up a PDA he spied on the coffee table as he passed it. He'd take a shower if it would get Knives to leave him the hell alone long enough so he could THINK.
"Have fun with the kitty, Knives," he grumbled, swinging the door shut before he could follow.
~*~
The orange cat was scooped up and cradled gently by the plant, him tenderly scratching the little thing's head as Vash slammed the door shut. He squinted his eye again, and after hooking the cat to his chest with one arm so that it was like a child cradling a toy bear. "That's fine! I'll just..." He looked around, eyebrow quirked. "Stay out here... and... uh..." Oh, hey, look at that.
His free hand first grabbed another PDA laying on a coffee table, and with it a television remote. He plopped down on the couch quickly, and dropped the PDA in his lap as he continued to clutch the cat. "I'll just watch the Satellite! Or... what... ever the hell is here. Ass." He was an ass. And after he turned it on, and found himself staring at a flailing menagerie of a talk show he was unfamiliar with, but apparently it had to do with polygamy and a goat, Knives slunk down in place to wait.
This was going to be a terrible day, wasn't it?