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[orangetintedglasses]

@kamikazemorgen said: ❛  is there a reasons you’re here on your own ?  ❜ A Good First Impression? // first meeting starters

He looked like utter hell-- or maybe more like Hell itself spat him back out after chewing on him a little bit. Covered in sand and dirt, bruised and... burnt in places? A messy mop of damaged hair swept in front of his face in a curtain, distant blues peering through at the stranger from behind it.

The blond opened his mouth to speak, but it fell closed again just as easily. Why... was he out here by himself?

... wait, he... he wasn't meant to be by himself.

"... looking for someone..."

[adventures-written]

;; @kamikazemorgen​ || Continued from here.

It was no surprise that the man had the reaction he did. Most folks seemed to wave off his warnings, even if they were made with good intentions. As those black eyes trained on him, Oryan was no stranger to their gaze. He had seen them before in his visions, though he was never sure if he’d meet them face to face.

“I know you have people who rely on you, and people who get hurt because of you. I would just tread with caution, if I were you. Especially if you encounter a man with a funny hat and a very convincing manner of speech. I promise you it may not go in your favor...”

[flutterfae-rp]

@kamikazemorgen continued from here

Gerald snorted a bit, offering a grin in return. It was a little too wide, but it was lively and full of good humor. "Pfft. Please. If I start pulling out pick-up lines here? Everyone's panties would be off in a heartbeat. And I dunno about you, but in a place like this? That's a flood I'd rather avoid." He gave a regretful sigh. "Don't get me wrong, there's a lot of lookers in this crowd, but that's a lot of folks to follow through with. Awesome as I am? I'm still only one guy. Not even MY stamina lasts forever." He shook his head. "Nah. You REALLY do look that tired." He dragged a finger down the bottom lid of his own eye for emphasis. "Those dark circles you're sporting look like they're about to invent a new shade of exhausted just for you."

[sullenphoenix]

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The... what had to be a bounty hunter of some sort stood over the corpse of the man who Morgen had looked to try and get information out of. The red suit he wore hid the splattered blood well enough, although the noticeable stab wound in his shoulder was a telltale sign this hadn't be entirely one-sided, obviously from the jagged, slightly bent knife the man still clutched in his hand. The strange man wore a bandage-wrapped cross upon his back, the object nearly as large as he was! Were Morgen to get closer to the corpse, he'd notice it was singed, smoking away. "You should have been faster then." His voice was a quiet, almost soothing hum, it was distractingly different from the image he portrayed himself as. The assassin turned, dropping the attacker's knife down onto their body with a dull thunk. A bandage-covered hand reached up to brush the blood from their face before they spoke. "I was simply hired to kill this man, I was not hired to figure out why I needed to kill him." Definitely an assassin of some sort. But it was clear he wasn't telling the full story. The stranger stepped over the corpse, taking a step towards Morgen. "He may have files in this room, that is all I can offer you for free. I'm not heartless." It certainly seemed otherwise! "...why were you after him?" The stranger couldn't help himself, curiousity killed the cat after all.

[flutterfae-rp]

"Bored of course. Have you looked around this place?" Gerald scoffed lightly, running a hand through platinum pale hair. "There's not a damn thing to do in this town. Which, good for them, right? It's hard for anyone to find a bit of peace... but I'm just not built for that kind of crap." He gave a sigh, taking a swig off of his beer. "You're like me, right? Out of towner?" Gerald offered Morgan a grin. "I'm waiting on some friends finishing up a job. What about you? Something in particular got you rolling though this lil freckle on the ass end of the badlands?" Gerald had planned to pick a fight with this guy, but after getting a good look at the state he was in? He gave up that thought pretty quickly. What was the point if the guy couldn't give it his all? He'd just feel bad beating around someone who looked like they hadn't slept in a week. Sure, he looked like he might be able to hold his own for a bit, but... It just wasn't worth the trouble if the other guy went down too fast. What a damn shame!

| ⚠ | The other's initial response got an actual snort from the redhead, and he shook his head as he sipped from the whiskey he held. There was enough alcohol in his system that it was more funny than irritating and he did give a short-lived chuckle.

"Some of that is dirt and sand from the road," he shrugged and took another sip. "Exhaustion is a typical state of being for me, given I travel a lot."

It was true, he did seem to perpetuate a constant state of fatigue when away from.... home. Always on the move, and always on the look out. Lucky for him, there wasn't a wanted poster for him in this particular establishment. That had been why he chose this place. Seemed calm enough, even for a loud crowd of card players and drinkers.

"What about you, is pointing out my sleep-deprivation a form of entertainment, or are you bored?"

Not that the guy was bothering him, necessarily, but he wanted to know, what drew his attention to him of all people.

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@kamikazemorgen​ || Continued from here.

Vash smiled at the other individual that Morgen had been fighting. “Hahah, he’s had a bit too much to drink. Please don’t mind him!” he laughed, stepping back to take hold of Morgen’s arm. Honestly, he had seen the guns everyone was carrying in this bar, and when Morgen started to swing, several of these people reached for them. He was just trying to save the guys life and prevent a shoot out from happening. That would just put more people in danger.

“Come on, let’s get you back to the room!” he laughed loudly again, trying to guide Morgen. If he fought him and decided to keep fighting the crowd, this may be more trouble.

[sullenphoenix]

ʘ‿ʘ (he'll find Angelo attractive in a variety of ways in any verse, though, lets be honest)

Which is certainly appreciated~ Although one in particular certainly approves.

"You're pretty easy on the eyes yourself~" The mobster in particular laughed loudly. "Call me if you're ever in Italy~" Utterly shameless, that one.

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;; @kamikazemorgen​ || Continued from here.

It was a little while after the July incident. She had been looking for some food when they spotted her. Conrad had sent members of the Eye of Michael to find her, though Tesla was not keen on going back to the labs. Especially when the one person she trusted was not there.

So when the men tried to grab her, she had run into an old building to try and hide. Tesla was not sure how Morgen got himself involved. Perhaps he had just witnessed her running from them. Either way, when she heard the strange commotion from the other room she was hiding in, she couldn’t help but peer out. Part of her was hoping that it was Knives somehow. That he was here to retrieve her.

But instead she saw this strange, rugged looking human standing over the member of the Eye. Knife in hand, blood everywhere. The scene did not bother her in the slightest. Her stare was blank as she watched Morgen wipe the knife and put it away. Her eyes finally met his face, noting the nervousness there.

Morgen’s words of comfort were not registered as such. Tesla had no benchmark for comfort. It was not as though Knives had been the sentimental brother towards her. He had given her warnings, but comfort was not one of those things he expressed. 

Tesla slowly shook her head as he asked where her parents were. She didn’t have any parents. She was on her own, though, she was not ready to admit that even if it would be obvious.

The closer he stepped towards her, the more nervous she felt. She backed away from the door frame into the other room, quietly moving to the closet on the far side to hide in. She paused though, seeing Morgen in the doorway. He obviously would know where she was hiding, so she did not close the door. She wanted to keep a watchful eye over him.

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A spark of awareness flickered to life behind his eyes as he watched the scene unfold before him. Even if Vash had been in any sort of condition that warranted running, he'd still be standing there. Or even jumping in to try and separate everyone to his own detriment, giving the officers a better window to grab him... that was just what he did, for the sake of others. For the sake of peace. And absolutely for the sake of someone sticking their neck out for his. With that thought in mind, he'd take a step forward, then another. Slow and plodding, like a newborn fawn learning to walk.

Another officer quickly decked him before he could take a third one.

"I've got 'em!" the officer grunted over his shoulder, having sent them both to the ground. "C'mon, tie him up before he tries something! Hurry!"

He wasn't struggling. He was barely even moving, at most a squirm from the sear of pain radiating from his right side. But that didn't stop the officer holding him down from shaking from the stress that likely came from the realization that he was pinning Vash the Stampede, as his friend just sort of... watched.

"Come on, man! I can't hold him forever...!"

Bleary blue eyes caught the rope in the other's hands, idle fidgeting with it as he looked over the two of them. Turning the loop slowly in his hands, stopping to grip it tightly, then turning it again...

"Dude, SERIOUSLY--"

"Get him up." the other finally said, nearly growling it under his breath as he moved towards them.

"What? He doesn't need to be--"

"Get him up. Now."

There was hesitation from the other officer, but eventual compliance as he heaved the blond up like a scruffed kitten, pinning his arm to his side so the approaching man could tie him up... but the coarse fiber of the rope brushed against his neck, instead.

Then it wrapped around it, pulled tight, and the guy who'd decked him nearly screamed.

"CARSON-- Carson, what the fuck are you doing--?!"

Vash's hand flew up to grab at the rope, but in his condition, he couldn't even manage to dig his fingertips underneath for any sort of leverage. The officer pulled tighter and yanked him back, wrapping the rope around his arm and pulling, the rope shifting and digging and burning through his skin--

"We... we kill this bastard now, and we at least avenge everyone who couldn't get out...!"

--and he kept pulling, forcing a creaking, dry croak out of the Plant's throat with the air that had been left in there.

| ⚠ | Brother. Morgen held in his sigh and frowned a little deeper. The sounds of feet and guns had him turning his light on the line military personnel. Their weapons were pointed at the blond--which at least it wasn't him they were looking for, but with all that happened, why would they...

Civilian. Morgen would have snorted in derision, except their accusation that this injured mess of a man was the one that destroyed the city.

"You can't be serious!" Morgen barked, annoyed. "How could one guy be responsible for this level of destruction? Look at him, he's barely standing!"

Morgen didn't hesitate to put himself between them and the taller blond. If they thought he was a civilian, they'd be idiots to shoot him without cause. Granted, a cynical half formed comment flitted through his head, with what happened, I shouldn't be surprised if they did try to shoot first and ask questions later.

"Step aside!" he one with the flashlight snapped, with Morgen's light on his face, he could tell fear was warring with anger from the man's expression. Maybe they really did think this guy did all this. Morgen was a skeptic through and through.

"Shouldn't you be rounding up more people and looking for the injured and treated the wounded? Isn't that a more fitting task than running around accusing half-dead people of destroying an entire city?" Morgen was stepping closer to them by half steps. He hadn't drawn his gun, but his empty hand was fisted. Some of the men flinched, two of them pushed forward, saying something about witnessing something happening before the city exploded. Morgen wasn't listening anymore.

Once they advanced on him, he lunged at them at the same time. His gloved fist knocked one of their guns aside and he side stepped to shove his elbow into the other's chest. It was a messy scuffle, some of the men backed up, clearly too spooked by everything else to put themselves in the fight. Morgen disarmed one of the men and turned to use the rifle as a club on the other.

While he was occupied with them, the one holding the main flashlight barked at another to apprehend the blond. Out of breath, and just having knocked one man to the ground, Morgen shouted, "I'm not gonna let you do that!"

Before he could advance on the two headed for the blond, Morgen took a solid blow to the back, stumbling a bit and cursing foully.

"You bastards could be helping people," Morgen growled angrily, get into another struggle as he avoided another blow, this time to the head. Lucky for him, fighting in this kind of darkness was just as hard for them as it was for him. He wasn't one for killing military if he didn't have to--but dammit, they're pushing this to that possible conclusion--

"Hey--idiot--run or something--" he yelled in the blond's direction. If he wasn't so preoccupied, he'd realize the condition the guy was in, he really wasn't going to be running, let alone a decent paced walk.

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Go... with him? The request took a moment or two to process, but eventually Vash did understand what was being asked of him, his steps shuffling at best.

"My... brother." he said quietly. "I'm... I'm looking.. for my br--"

Freeze...!

A new circle of light hit the body of the blond from the other side of them, the voice and clicking of guns being aimed in their direction making the Stampede turn slightly, narrowing his eyes as the light hit him directly in the face. While Vash couldn't see much past it, Morgen would be able to see the line of similarly-dressed soldiers, all sporting the crest of the fallen city on their uniforms.

Clearly, it was what was left of JuLai's military police, with their weapons all trained on the injured blond.

"Back away from him, civilian!" the man with the flashlight barked at Morgen. "We have reason to believe that this man is the monster who destroyed the city!"

| ⚠ | Looking the man over several times as he waited for an answer, Morgen considered that he may have been too close to the destruction. Fatal internal damage could mean the guy was dead and didn't even know it yet... If that was the case, he may not even get a response. The deep night was eerily silent except for the blond when he did speak, and a chill crept down his spine at the soft, unfortunate words.

No emotion crossed the shorter man's face, but a stab of sympathy and pity crossed his chest as he moved his flashlight over the taller man again. If he was looking for someone in this shape... the likelihood of finding them either in similar condition, or alive at all, was small.

"Yeah?" Morgen's voice was rough and he cleared it as he stepped closer, trying to soften his usually brusque tones. "I've been searching for survivors like you, yeah? What do they look like? Maybe I can help you find'em."

A purely internal sigh, if this guy was a walking corpse, he'd be dead soon anyway. If not... he'd try to find him some help. Take him to one of the settlements he's got contacts in. Finding places for people to go was something of his job, after all. Just not.... normally after an entire city was wiped from the face of the planet.

"Come on... There are others gathered not far from here, looking for survivors, too. We'll get those wounds looked at, while we're at it.."

He'd reached out to guide the other back the way he'd come, and realized he was missing his left arm. Where Morgen had thought to catch hold of the limb, his hand passed through the space disconcertingly, and he did a double take with a sharp intake of breath--but... Though there was a bit of blood on him, there wasn't any sign of massive blood loss as if he'd lost the limb recently. With a quick pass of a hand over the stump, he sighed. It wasn't a new injury then--

"The hell happened to you, man? Other than--you know what, nevermind... C'mon."