InsaneJournal

Who: Vash and Buffy
What: weird names unite \o/
When: today!
Where: The streets.
Warnings: NPC violence. Poor NPC's...


To say that Vash stuck out in a city like Lawrence, Kansas was an understatement. He was tall but built for his age and body, his hair was blond and spiky, and ontop of that he wore a blood red trench coat and protective armor. There was that, and then there was the fact that he carried a giant custom made gun. If it was just staring, Vash would have been used to it. He was after all the Legendary Outlaw, the man with sixty billion double dollars on his head so head turns and stares of disbelief were nothing new to him. What was new was the fact that all the technology that surrounded him was so old. The people were different. They wore different personalities, not nearly so changed or hardened by conditions of their surroundings. The way people acted when they went about their business around him was foreign to Vash. Like they didn't have a real care except for getting from point A to point B.

They weren't worried about a gun fight in middle of town, or a steamer rolling in with goods to sell disrupting daily life, they were almost blind to the world around them. Whether it was good or bad, Vash hadn't determined. The only thing he'd come to the conclusion of was the lack of shots fired at him were defiantly a good thing. He didn't have to run or be afraid that someone in his line of fire was going to get hurt or whether or not he would survive the day. No, people in Kansas looked pretty confident that they would survive sundown, but that didn't mean Vash was anywhere near letting his guard down.

He was curious though, what happened when the sun did set? Did the people change, did the feeling change? Did anything happen at all? He could feel a certain tension in the air, though he couldn't place it. Something was definitely wrong with this city, and until he found out what he wouldn't stop going.

Finally the sun began to sink, and the last of daylight melted away. Vash tensed, but really nothing happened. He raised a blond eyebrow as he looked at the still steady stream of people milling about the college town. He rubbed the back of his neck with a gloved hand and sighed. "Well okay then.." He guessed it was good that nothing happened, but part of him was still tense.

He continued down a narrow street, a bit out of the fray of students and small families when he heard it. A scream from a woman a few yards away. A man was struggling with her, and Vash frowned. Most might have left the situation on it's own, turned away and never thought twice, but not Vash. He strode forward despite the struggle and stopped within an arms length of the victim and attacker. " I really don't think you want to do that, friend. " He said to the angry looking mugger, who only held up a weapon that Vash recognized all too well. A handgun. "Hmmm..I think we can work this out like civil folk don't you?" The man who still held tight on his victim's waist stared at the red clad gunmen. "Are you stupid or something? Get the hell out of here!" Vash didn't budge, even the once screaming woman looked on confused at the blond. "I'm going to ask you nicely to let her go. " Vash said as he pulled his weapon and held a defensive stance.