#amoirsetpacis

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@amoirsetpacis / from [ this ]:

Unknowingly, Vash's younger counterpart also looks on to his screen in surprise.

[text]: Wait, really?! Σ(°ロ°. )

He sorta can't believe it was that easy this entire time. …Or that he was welcome over to the Fibonacci home whenever—Vash had been assuming any visits were to be announced in advance(, with exception of coat-stealing antics, of course). In hindsight, it's not like he had the same implicit rule for the other Vash visiting Home, anyway.

Well, it'd probably be rough to try and ask the real hard-hitting questions right off the bat, tempting as it's been to do so. Besides, he tended to talk Plant stuff with the guy's brother more than with his counterpart directly. He'd always felt uneasy when his non-human nature was pointed out outside of his work, and for now, doubted that the other Vash felt differently.

[text]: If talk about this is okay, can I ask if you've ever played piano for your world's Wolfwood? If so, how did he like it? I don't think your place has had one, and it's impossible to get rid of one once it's in a building anywhere really, but don't you ever miss playing, yourself...?

Do you ever get to finish the piece we make with our brothers?, he refrains from asking.

#amoirsetpacis #amoirsetpacis 14 #thx for answering!!

[punisheye]

The higher levels of Fibonacci are still mostly foreign territory to him. He doesn't mesh well with rich types, really, even though he's had to deal with them plenty of times in the past for one reason or another. But he was curious, he wanted to try something a little different, and it's been some time since he took Vash out on a proper date.

Are clubs proper dates? No clue. He worked at one before, of course, before starting the café, but never went as a patron. All he had to worry about was making drinks. This one's apparently pretty popular around here though, and the bouncer didn't give them too much trouble getting in even if they weren't completely following dress code. Probably because they both towered over the guy, and Wolfwood's pretty imposing. Also, he had to pay pretty good money to get them here in the first place.

It's loud, from both people and the music. Neon lights illuminate the faces around them, bouncing off of glitter and sequins and jewels. Not even a minute after entering some young woman that had alcohol up to her eyeballs walked straight into him, and he carefully redirected her to where her slightly more sober friends were waiting

Now the pair are in a booth, squished close together. A few drinks in their system. Wolfwood pushes his fingers through Vash's hair and scritches his nails over his scalp.

"How're ya feelin'?" He asks, his other hand catching Vash's wrist when he feels wandering fingers pushing past the open collar of his shirt. Wolfwood brings Vash's hand up to press his lips to his palm.

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#amoirsetpacis #what number thread is this omfg #amoirsetpacis 23 #yeah thats it #alcohol /

[gaiaspoken]

"You a fan of flowers, too?" She'd seen the way he looked at him, perhaps stood around just a little too long watching from afar before finally approaching just to be certain he wasn't looking for trouble. It wasn't often that anyone came around to the back-alley flower patches that existed in Archimedes, and she could never be too sure of how volatile some people could be. But he looks harmless enough, if a little goofy. Aerith finally takes her place beside him, a flower basket hanging off of her arm as she looks down at the patch of zinnias and marigolds in front of them. She smiles, although it's a little bittersweet.

"Shame they probably won't survive the winter. Always makes me sad seeing the world go gray, even if it's only for a little bit."

@amoirsetpacis

#amoirsetpacis #all i can think with her seeing him is wow what a beanpole

[hanabisays]

@amoirsetpacis

"GAK! HARU!" it's a good thing the store isn't opened yet. Some people don't appreciate a bird flying around them (even if Haru is well behaved when the cafe is opened).

"He gets so excited whenever you show up, Mister Vash. I'm almost jealous with how he is so close to you. At this rate you might steal my bird," She playfully jests. Haru perches happily on vash's shoulder. He's moving his head side to side, almost taunting Hanabi. The little rascal!

"Oh! Mister Vash, would you like some tea or something?" She's making her way down the ladder carefully, yet hastily.

#amoirsetpacis #amoirsetpacis 01 #bruh you cant tell me they have yet to intrract #//says the one with 12 slots maxed out

[hollowfaith]

...T O U R G U I D E M A N

#amoirsetpacis #did they ever exchange names

[plantfell]

After the short bond they shared during the outbreak of the mists, there's something admittedly comforting about coming out of it all with that bond somewhat repaired. It isn't quite as strong as it might have been, but Knives can still reach out and feel his brother and that means something. Before it had always been a warning of danger, but now it was something more.

It was, however, also a reminder of the mists and what Knives saw and experienced there. He barely makes it an hour with that itch scratching at the back of his head before he's tromping his way over to Vash's home and knocking at his door.

Vash, let me in, he calls out, tentatively testing out their connection.

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#amoirsetpacis #THR02: amoirsetpacis

[light-imperfected]

There's a guy sitting on the steps up to the church.

Gabriel's pretty sure this is Vash. No, not the blond one, the black-haired one who's dating the guy with the big cross? Who's not the blond Vash's twin. And who the angel has blocked on his phone because he accidentally sent him a picture of his cat.

Is he overcomplicating this? He can't tell.

If he had to deal with a second version of himself, Gabriel thinks he would simply walk into the Mistwoods and never come back to the city. But right now, he has a job, and today that job involves harvesting about one million tomatoes. Gabriel ducks out when he's reminded that he should take a "lunch break," swipes a baguette from the kitchen pantry, and offers it to @amoirsetpacis as he sits down next to him. The pigeons milling about at the bottom of the steps take immediate interest.

"Are you coming in?"

#amoirsetpacis #amoirsetpacis 2

[quicksilvernightmares]

@amoirsetpacis

Vincent paces the streets of this busy, unfamiliar city, ignoring the sights this time in favor of scanning for tiny fragments of light - data that held memories. Floating data, he couldn't help but sigh at the idea. Maybe Reeve might have an idea on it; the hows and whys and excited ramblings of a technical nature that Vincent wouldn't really keep up with. Vincent was too practical, too behind on the technology available to him before he'd gone to sleep to atone for his sins.

What sins?

The thought and empty memory bring nothing but a piercing pain in his chest, right next to his heart, and the beginnings of a pounding migraine. Not brought by the monsters caged in his body and mind but.... Something else. Something missing.

Chaos stirs in interest again and Vincent sighs as he practically feels the Weapon prodding at the missing chunk. It loss amuses him somehow, the rolling amusement black like a thundercloud. It doesn't seem to bother him that someone can reach into his host's mind and remove pieces without need for physical access.

[Why would it? My mind is my own and yours is so very mortal. So breakable.]

Vincent ignores him as he moves along, keeping sharp eyes moving for anything that looks like data. Like the piece he's so desperately missing, though he doesn't know why. He has to find it, before this hole gaping in his chest opens up and consumes him-

There.

He's moving before his mind registers the shift, tracking the tiny thing floating along up the wall of a building like gravity simply doesn't apply to it. A step, two, three, lengthening into a trot, a run, a leap. Clawed hand catches hold of a windowsill, hauls his body up in a flowing movement. Legs tuck under, launch him up and across the empty air between buildings. A moment of flight, just enough to reach and close his fingers on the tiny flickering sparkle--.

By the time the man slides down the opposite wall and hits the ground on his feet, eyes burning bright glowing gold, the proper pilot of his body is lightyears away, mind pulled to a remote planet covered in sand, bathed in the burning light of double suns...

#amoirsetpacis #event: fragmemoria 2 #oh boy here comes the trauma train!

[bxsiliisk]

@amoirsetpacis

"Looks like I still got my stuff," He muses to himself. Once he's tested a few things out, he's pulling out his phone to scroll through. "There's a spaceship now? Just how much have I missed?"

#amoirsetpacis #I keep short but if you want something longer please lemme know

[drunkelreporter]

Vash was definitely perceptive enough to notice the stare of a stranger boring into the back of his head, Roberto watching him intently from where he leaned against a wall, smoke streaming idly from the end of his cigarette. This was clearly not who he was looking for; no blonde in his hair at all, a decidedly meek and slumped manner to him that wasn't like their Typhoon at all, tall and gangly and worn.

The coat had caught his eye at first, because of course it had. When looking for a blonde in a red coat of course he was going to notice every red coat in the vicinity. But there was something about this guy that was all-too familiar, something other that he'd gotten used to with their Vash. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stick straight up.

He blinks, realizing he'd been staring too hard.

"Hey there friend," he half slurs, raising his nice, shiny, new flask in a salute. "Sorry 'bout th' starin', think I mighta had too much to drink, you know? You're looking an awful lot like someone I know, though you ain't him at all. Lookin' run down though, you oughta have a drink and relax a bit, quit lookin' like you're carryin' the world on your shoulders."

Helpfully illustrating his point, he tips his flask back and takes a hearty swig. Its half to sell him being a harmless old drunk and half because he feels like he's going to go crazy of he looks at this guy for too long.

"Take it from an old coot like me: you'll age more gracefully if you spend more 'f it drunk and less of it worryin'."

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#amoirsetpacis #thr1 amoirsetpacis #roberto squints at maxvash: am i too drunk or not drunk enough?

[mercurywitch]

@amoirsetpacis

☆ "So you're not the Mister Vash I know, but you're not Mister Vash's twin, but you're still Mister Vash...? S-So do I also call you Mister Vash?" Somehow Suletta had gone this long while only meeting a single Vash and a single Wolfwood, unaware of the paradoxical conundrum that the city had two sets.

And so she'd initially called out to a man she'd thought was Vash. Well he was Vash so she wasn't wrong, but... This was confusing!

"D-Does this mean another Suletta could be walking around!? What if she tricks my bride!?" Could there be two Miorines too!? Oh no! Could she handle being scolded by two of them?

#amoirsetpacis #amoirsetpacis ☆ 01 #she's very normal about this /s

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@amoirsetpacis / from [ this ]:

There's a following exchange of messages later, in the afternoon; a congratulatory focus and an announcement he'd arrive at a set time.

It's a bit late for lunch, but soon enough Vash is pushing the front door with his back (leaving it unlocked was a courteous move from his predecessor), crossing the threshold with a musical call:

"Pizza guy here!" he practically sings.

It's no chart-topper, but it gets the job done; it's a better idea to him—than to shout the name they shared. When his predecessor appears out from the backyard and into the house, the younger Stampede's already arranged the cardboard boxes and paper bags onto the kitchen countertop.

"Hiya. Wanted to get this here while it was hot," he explains as to the quicker-than-expected arrival and matching bead of sweat sliding down a temple. "It's not the traditional bread-n'-salt gesture, but I figured this'd be way tastier. Both're supreme pizzas; wasn't entirely sure if we shared the same taste for toppings, so. If you're gonna pick anything off your slices, lemme have 'em! ...If that's. Cool with you, I mean!"

Then he dials down the energy and volume some, though he's still giving the new homeowner a warm smile.

"Place is nice," Vash says. "Glad you can have a space like this."

When he'd first read the other Vash's response, he'd half-expected something serious: maybe this alternate self would tell him to knock it off, to talk to someone, to talk to him. It's a bitter relief that he chose to play along, instead—For now, his mind adds belatedly; it was only earlier that day he'd met up with his friends, naïvely thinking they'd help him run away from the answers they were owed.

Vash's feeling torn—what else is new?—but he's damn good at hiding it right about now. When he isn't left alone to battle dark realizations, when the other person's willing to go along with the act, it's so much easier. It isn't right of him, but he hopes that lasts.

#amoirsetpacis #amoirsetpacis 8

[punisheye]

It's still Christmas Eve, so maybe it's a little early to open gifts, but Wolfwoods is feeling generous. They're nestled up together under the blankets in their bedroom, the TV mounted on the wall on, and Wolfwood hates to pull away from the warmth, but...

"Gimme a sec," he murmurs into Vash's hair, managing to disentangle himself from his octopus grip and climb out of bed and walk out of the room. The gift is in the closet in the guest bedroom, and he's back only a minute later. Wolfwood sits back down and places the meticulously wrapped boxes in Vash's lap.

One is kind of big. And heavy. Inside are new gardening tools, and seed packs of flowers that they didn't have in their garden. All for when winter passes, of course. The other has a new pair of rust-red boots in it.

There is another gift, too, but Wolfwood's going to wait for Vash to open these first.

"Wanted you to open 'em tonight."

@amoirsetpacis jumpscare

#amoirsetpacis #amoirsetpacis 19 #Hey.

[punishercross]

He's set up a nice little camp for the night, shielded from the wind, nice fire going. The clouds had cleared up enough that he could see the stars. It was nice, not too cold to the point of being pretty much warm as long as you were by the fire.

Stirring the pot over the fire, he can already feel his mouth watering - leftovers, but damn good leftovers, and the frozen stew was already melting into something delicious. A little bit of corn starch, a bit of water, and it was good as new.

Even though the grass wasn't frozen any longer, he could still hear the sound of footfalls easily, and sighed as he gauged where the Punisher was.

Luckily, he didn't need it, as a recognizable silhouette appeared in the din over the fire. Raising an eyebrow, the undertaker looks up, fire reflecting in his sunglasses.

"You hungry? Got plenty." Not really plenty, but enough to share if the other Stampede was so inclined.

He definitely hoped he wasn't, because the undertaker wasn't looking for company. Particularly not the company of any counterparts to anyone he knew.

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[ultimatelifefcrm]

@amoirsetpacis

Truly a remarkable discovery, he hadn't meant to stumble upon this place but perhaps it was fate. The isles that lay above the Mistwoods horizon had granted back all of Shadow's abilties (though, no dice on the Chaos Emerald, boo.).

With jet boots back in order, and his speed back to where it should be, he was taking in the sights as he zipped along, taking note of any places of interest he had passed, for multiple reasons, Shadow felt like he might spend a lot of time in this branch.

He really shouldn't have taken his eyes off the path in front of him, because as the supersonic fast hedgehog realized, he was seconds away from crashing into a very unfortunate person.

"WATCH OUT!!"

His call was in vain, there was no way the either of them would've been able to have split second reaction timing like that...Down tumbling the both of them went.

"Damn..."

#amoirsetpacis #amoirsetpacis 01 #ic. #you get something silly my friend

[originskey]

@amoirsetpacis liked for a starter!

With gaps present in his schedule again, Kratos began to work back at the flower shop in its closing hours, mostly performing the chores Olga Marie didn't like doing herself. Not that he minded; he's not exactly a face of customer service and creativity. But he can clean up shop, trim the flower ends, take stock, and count for the next morning. If nothing else but to help out Karna for helping him off his feet when he first settled into the city.

So when the courier comes in, he looks up from the ledger.

"........."

And right back down to it. While they hadn't met, he'd seen this man before, in a few places. Infamous is the wrong word--perhaps he's just memorable.

"Which order did you deliver."

Phrased less as a question, and more of a statement...

#I'm sorry Vash he's not very friendly... #amoirsetpacis