#{ laughing at Legato being like 'who the fuck is nai' }

[screamingshark]

Guys, I’ve been hit with a need to make a merman!AU for vashwood...which is fitting since it’s mermay.

Get this: Vash and Nai are both in a facility where they research plants, only in this setting the plants are aquatic (Mermaids) and they’re housed in aquariums for study though most live freely in the oceans. Plants still produce energy and amino acids in boundless ways making the research into how to harvest that energy a top priority with Vash and Nai being the only male presenting plants ever discovered as well as the only ones who can speak freely with humans

(Theres some legal mumbo-jumbo about doing it humanely because I don’t want this to be an angst-fest and Vash and Nai agree to live in the facility to ensure their sisters are properly taken care of. A peace-treaty sort of scenario)

Vash has Meryl, Milly and Roberto taking care of him while Nai has Legato, Conrad and Elendira

They hire Wolfwood and Livio for security and Vash is instantly smitten with the hot new security guard and wants to court the fuck out of him

Only one problem: He only knows how to court plants, not humans, so all of his attempts just make Wolfwood laugh or they go completely over his head

cue Vash trying even harder

I still need to like, plan it out, but this may be my next project to work on for May in between Shattered Glass, I may even draw for it

We shall see!!!!!

[cerebralbleu]

Confrontation still managed to light some sort of tension in his gut; every move, every decision, all of it had to be extremely calculated. Any suggestion of weakness was abhorrent to himself, and to the power that he deserved. There, holding Vash in his web, sharp expression narrowing even further as the Humanoid Typhoon attempts to bridge some sort of communication-- Legato gives a firm tug to his wrist, only to watch the phone fall to the ground.

He glances downwards, and slowly tilts his head to the side at the caller ID: a name he didn't know. Legato bends down, keeping his eyes on Vash, and picks the phone up.

" At this point in time, I don't think you can give me any answers that I want, " he retorts, holding the phone between two fingertips. " Especially not with an audience. "

With that, Legato begins to drag Vash with his threads, eyeing the end of the quiet alleyway, following the sound of the traffic coming from the freeway on the lower tier of the ward. He looks back to Vash as they get closer and closer to the side of the railing, wicked intent in his expression.

" You can still do something for me though. You can struggle for me. "

Vash the Stampede has been in difficult situations at the mercy of humans, before. His body kept the score, each scar holding memory as important as the pain itself.

There's no way to physically influence the situation, of course, so that's been out the window from the get-go. But Bluesummers still hasn't made any obvious attempts at incurring any harm to either of them, yet; and crucially, he's talking. As long as the pacifist could keep a dialogue going, the odds just might slip well.

He's jolted out of his thoughts when his body moves without his say.

With his puppeteered hand no longer positioned to grasp it properly, his phone clatters to the ground. Its listener—according to the screen facing upward, someone named Naï—continues to hold onto the line quietly.

"Just wanted t'prove I'm interested in helpin' you get the answers you want," Vash says, putting effort in speaking clearly. "But you're right: you don't have t'believe me. You're the one in control here, Bluesummers. So, what d'you wanna know?"