#indevendent

[fatedstrands]

Seeing Ghosts

Continued from here \\ @indevendent

Slowly a brow raised at the Plant's stammering and horror, cracking his neck sharply before leaning forward to inspect the body. He sniffed, nose twitching before scrunching up. "Internal shrapnel bomb. The stench of fear tells me they were aware it was there, came here to minimize the damage to anyone else." he tilts his head as he straightened, head turning to scent the air once. "Looks like you got some fucked up people in this town of yours." he lit the cigarette lazily, eyes cast around in the dark. "Might be why I was summoned here by the town." he adjusts the cross, grunting slightly as he drank in the smoke and blew it out his mouth a second time. "I believe you." it wasn't hard to believe the man, though he found the stammering almost adorable. God he needed a drink. "You're not gonna cause problems around here, are you? I'd rather not nearly die again. Wasn't fun." least of all was waking up in a grave suffocating and digging himself out.

[needlenxggin]

@indevendent liked for a starter!

"Nai..." This wasn't his Nai but he could never forget that feeling of being close to his brother. This Nai looked a lot more worn and tired and looking up at his hair it was mostly jet black.

"I guess a lot has happened to you, huh?"

[nicholas-wolfwood]

@indevendent

Oh, he wants to play like that?!

With a growl, Wolfwood jumps at the other cat

[humanitysong]

@indevendent replied : ridiculous. Neither of us did anything. she probably just went by whomever she picked up first.

...huh. he did not expect that kind of answer. "then you don't mind if I am the older brother from now on?" at least for the next 150 years. they can switch back after that.

[perpetualshade]

Are you not going to do something to help?! Don't you have the power to alter and change things in your favor?? That younger Vash needs help. Please help him.

☨- Evil cannot create anything new, They can only corrupt and ruin what good forces have invented or made. Vash's life was indeed in peril to have become faithless when the road darkens. Lead to believe in his brother's ideology that humans deserve it. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life.

"Can the young Typhoon give it to them? If I placed a sword in his hand, would he be truly too eager to deal out death in judgement?"

The eldritch appeared to silently deliberating to himself, letting the cigarette burn away in between his fingers, as he touched the fluctuating pocket mirror. It would appear to anyone else as a pocket watch. Connected to a long silver chain attached to his belt. The inside held two mirrors, one was currently active, while the other remained pitch black. In ripples the active mirror was displaying everything that was currently proceeding. Although he had the ability to see a thereafter, for which there were many, when it came to timelines of the multiverse. He reframed. "This will pass. This temporary weak shadow. " He closed the mirror with an air of indifference.

After all, natural disasters inadvertently somehow always still spring forth hope.

[firsthumandisaster]

@indevendent

There's a donut left in a small paper bag, it looks like it might actually be hours old though still good enough to eat. There's a small note attached in perhaps familiar handwriting. Thank you for the thought, but the flower will suffice, Vash. -- For the record, you are the only idiot I know who enjoys these things. They're doughy.

Vet might even be able to imagine the expression of disgust dashed across the gifter's face.

Uno-Reverse! Oops! || @indevendent

| 🪶 | Oh, he laughed a little to himself. Of course; he should have thought better of that—but make donuts by the dozens was easy so it was an automatic choice to gift Rusty one, too. Well, he had a better thing in mind, as he ate his returned donut. He laughed again, scratching at his chin in thought. He had something better, he thought this version of Knives would like.

[halfxspider]

@indevendent asked: you call this "saving?" i'm not so sure i'm convinced. / Tri!Stamp meme

"Join the club." Miguel muttered looking back at the man who'd spoken up. The half spider was well aware that the way he was going about this wasn't pretty or nice but sometimes you had to do a little bad to do a little good... that's what he kept telling himself, anyway.

"I've seen what happens when nothing is done and trust me it's not something you'd ever want to see." The fear in Gabi's eyes and her voice would forever haunt him.

[vashtxt]

@indevendent asked: || PROMPTS FOR ESCAPING IMMINENT DANGER

(enough Vash's have done this for him, time to made it hurt'd the other way around) [ bullet ] sender jumps in front of receiver and takes a bullet meant for them

— ❝ KNI— ❞

That was a shock for him. Vash did not mind taking that bullet, knowing it was not going to kill him, mostly because it would hurt his good arm, but he did not expect… this. Why was Knives protecting him out of the blue? It was unexpected, strange… but of course he immediately showed concern for him.

Before Knives could fall to the ground, he wrapped his arms around him and dropped to his knees beside him. Thanks to his reflexes, he raised his gun, aiming it at the culprit, forcing them to suffer pain after shoot a bullet in the arm where they were using the gun.

No, he would not kill. No, he would not hurt badly. But either he acted quickly or he would end up losing his only family if he did not take care of him. Maybe it was nothing but… what if it was?

— ❝ Knives hey, are you okay?! ❞

[sullenphoenix]

Cont. @indevendent

One would almost consider it a form of twisted fate that the person who nexted walked in through those swinging doors to the saloon was one of his own. A former worshipper, still bearing the cross on his back. The stranger had his hood pulled up, obscuring his face from view. With each step, a soft clack rang out, bandaged hand clutching at a battered looking extendable walking cane, obviously the source of the noise. Who was it? Not many still willingly bore the symbols of the Cult, few still had even managed to be given something like a Punisher. The odd man leaned against the bar counter as he reached it, pulling a face mask down as he began to speak, calm conversation quickly descended into an almost heated discussion with the bartender. The telltale giveaway was how the temperature spiked in the room, steadily beginning to climb the longer the hooded man talked. The bartender was starting to sweat now- it was no surprise that the temperature dropped the moment whatever it was they talked about ended and a drink found itself in the Stranger's hand. He pulled away from the bar, giving the bartender a hidden smile before he turned to find a spot for himself... and froze as his eyes landed on someone. No, it couldn't be. It was just his mind filling in features on an obscured face, but... he had to know. It was a quiet enough corner as well, perfect for the Firedancer to drink in. Fate really was a cruel mistress after all it seemed.

"Mind if I sit here?"

[savethxm]

@indevendent asked: i can’t think straight. | random sentence prompts (always accepting)

Sighing softly Rem took a few steps forward coming to a stop right in front of the other. This wasn't her Nai but he was still Nai at the end of the day. Reaching out she pulled the other into her arms and held onto his frame gently a hand rubbing up and down his back slowly. "Take a minute. Breathe." She told him in a gentle voice her free hand running through his black hair, just like the other Vash she'd met.

[adventures-written]

A birthday punch in the face for Nai. With zero love, @epilvgue and @indevendent

The blades emerge quickly as the two land their blows to his face. This was unexpected. He hadn't thought the two weaker versions of he and his brother would make an appearance. Nor did he expect any sort of attack from them. Blades shifted from his back to strike out at the two, especially the half-dead Independent that was supposed to be some version of him.

This may be their birthday, but it would also be their death day.

[needlenxggin]

🧸 @indevendent

Send 🧸 to find my muse as a child / @indevendent

Vash stared up at the man, a small frown playing on his lips, this was Nai but not his Nai. It was odd. This man gave off that same sort of feeling that Nai gave off but it was different and there was also the fact that this Nai was fully grown and looked like he'd exhausted himself.

"You're not my Nai..."

[nicholas-wolfwood]

Rough touch @indevendent

Rough Touch

17. Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

"HE-!" Wolfwood jerked in surprise when the Plant's hand clamped over his mouth, trying to pull it off on reflex and shooting a glare in their direction.

[drunkcle-roberto]

Starter for @indevendent

Work was all well and good, but he couldn't play babysitter ALL the time! He'd never get a decent drink in him. The newbie and her stray puppy could entertain themselves for a while. The place he found himself in was a bit of a dive, but it was quiet and the few people littered about the place seemed far more interested in their own cups then in causing problems for the other patrons. That was how Roberto preferred it. He would have been perfectly content to mind his own business as he drank himself into a stupor had he not caught a glance at a shockingly familiar face as he sat down at the bar. "..." Vash's face, on a different man. Guess that meant the pup wasn't full of it after all. Roberto put the money down for his drink, glancing briefly at the man at the other side of the bar. ...He looked far to old to be a 'twin' to the person that Roberto knew. So was there a third person walking around with that face? With all the conflicting stories and rumors, it wasn't impossible. However it made Roberto wonder just what sort of trouble THIS one brought with him. Roberto drained his glass, and ordered another round. A glass for him... and one for the stranger. "...He looks far too sober to be moping around in a place like this." Was the only explanation that Roberto offered to the Bartender's silent question towards his generosity towards a stranger. It didn't matter if it seemed strange. What mattered was if that man took the bait... ...and if whatever came out of his mouth was worth the risk of bringing himself to that person's attention.

[perpetualshade]

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SEND ME ✆ 

☨- The ironic line 'I'll be damned.' Was just on the tip of his serpent tongue when he saw who was calling him. Perhaps there was a God on his side of the playing field cheering for him. Somewhere in the massive stellar multiverse. He'd have to correct that. Belial pressed the answer button and brought it to his elfishly pointed ear.

"Heaven’s gate, St. Peter speaking. Calling to confess your sins Knives?"

[flutterfae-rp]

@indevendent continued from here

"And what would I gain from lying to you?" The old doctor gave a deep sigh as he gently pushed down on the man that had been brought in to keep him from jumping up and taking a tumble. Barely awake, and this (so he assumed) youngster was already giving him trouble. Rook hadn't even had a chance to fully examine him yet! "You were brought to my clinic by a couple who found you passed out and feverish. Hardly a situation in which one finds themselves in the peak of health." He spoke in a calm voice, trying to keep the situation de-escalated. "Now, you don't HAVE to accept my assistance. You're awake and responsive and so you have every right to refuse... but you are not well. Even if all you'll allow is a little rest and some water, I'd like to help you. Is that alright?"