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Post by Vash Alois Zwingli on Sept 12, 2013 12:40:01 GMT -8
Memories broken The truth goes unspoken I’ve even forgotten my name I don’t know the season Or what is the reason I’m standing here holding my blade A desolate place Without any trace It’s only the cold wind I feel Of course, the feeling was growing very, very apparent that this man wasn't going to be the friendliest guy around, in the sort of ominous sense. The sense you would want to shake off. A normal person would perhaps decide it best be time to get going, while things weren't too convoluted just yet, to leave before any of the action could happen. Of course, Vash didn't happen to be a normal person. In fact, the bad feeling was perhaps a good indicator that this would be where investigation needed. It was no longer fear that he felt, as a normal person would. It was precaution. It was to keep your guard up... and the nagging sense that a certain girl back home wasn't going to be too happy if he came back a bit too scratched up. Hopefully he won't need to get too scratched up here and now. The goal would be to bust the organ smuggling operation by finding evidence of... organs not in bodies. Simple enough.
It was a sickening thought that this trade was even profitable. Oh what people do for money.
"I... I see... Then would you want to move else where to look over the documents? It looks as if it's about to become quite a shower."
Good progress. Very good progress. It would seem that he wouldn't need to search on his own if he were being taken to a place, then.
"Yes, I believe that would be wise. Wouldn't want to be caught in the rain. Where would you like to review the documents?"
He kept calm and calculated, showing neither discomfort or relaxation. This will be how things would have to go from here on out. No fear, no regrets or worries, none of that could be shown.
But he just couldn't help but see the worry etched on her face in the back of his mind.
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Post by Vash Alois Zwingli on Sept 12, 2013 12:00:28 GMT -8
Kill - Nikolai
Fuck - Victoria
Marry - Arthur
Westley, Sadik, Athena
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Post by Vash Alois Zwingli on Sept 2, 2013 12:46:28 GMT -8
Up in Flames
We have slowly gone It pained him to know that he made her worry. She saw him with bruises and broken arms, cuts and scrapes, yards and yards of bandage. He couldn't deny that she was worried often. She wasn't a stupid girl. She knew most bankers didn't get hurt. Not the way he did. She simply wouldn't stop with the asking and the worrying, the constant worrying. If she wasn't studying *****, he could have sworn that she would have taken up a nursing degree.
"I'm... sorry that I won't be able to make such promises," he said, old despite the warmth of her embrace. He sounded like a ghost of the man he once was, unlike himself, pausing from the world. Perhaps it was from the shock or it was from the remembering or realizing, but it was difficult to say and fathom. Vash, you messed up a person, don't mess up with the only thing you have right.
He can't promise to stop getting hurt. He can't promise her that she will stop worrying. He can't even promise her that he would always be there. That he would walk her down the aisle one day. That he would ever reach a mutual agreement with her future husband. That he would live to approve of a man. That he would someday hold her firstborn daughter and spoil her beyond reason, raise her up like a princess. He would never see her at the front row of his own wedding, he decided. He would never have her babysit his own children. That, he was certain. Never a promise to escape his lips. Promises are meant to always be fulfilled. He simply couldn't promise. Even to himself. There were no promises or certainties, no way to say, nothing for sure. What he thought to be certain, what he had thought would be permanent... it had cracked. His permanence had been broken. He had broken it himself, in all his rage and bitterness. Broken it under his own accord. It hurts even more that he had kept proof of his own insolence. It was their mother's, given to her by their father.
He was going to use it for the same purpose.
It only does him harm to keep such a thing. She, who would have received it, would never wear it at this point if he tried to give it to her. He had no right to give it to her now. He would never be able to unless anyone else came along. From the last time he remembered, she was happy with her new boyfriend. He was a professor from Asia or something. Their love was perhaps not naive and young like the love Vash and her had shared. It was perhaps a wiser one. They weren't living together yet from what Vash had heard, but it was thought that she's never been happier.
"I can promise but this: I'll try hard not to worry too much about you if you take it all slowly and use common sense. No accepting gifts from people you just met, okay? That, and I would like to meet this guy who gave you the flowers. He has good chose in flowers here," he smiled.
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lyrics: coldplay - up in flames
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Post by Vash Alois Zwingli on Aug 21, 2013 13:13:36 GMT -8
Up in Flames
We have slowly gone It is the beauty of innocence and pease that truly appealed to him. He felt a magnetic pull towards something he had lost, something he believes is not replaceable. He simply wished to preserve the purity he called sister. Bless her righteous soul, and may it never be tainted. He was disillusioned and believed he could protect something that had been lost."I appreciate your concern, Vash. I really do— but if they have innocent intentions, it's okay. If they have other things in mind, well... How easy do you think I am?"Lili is a strong girl. Vash was very certain of that. He never doubted in her strength, nor did he believe her to be weak. She was perhaps one of the strongest girls in his life. A steadfast, unchanging part of the world. If she were stirred, he would be shaken. To see an angel be stripped of its wings is a painful thing to watch. The light and the descent would only blind."I don't think you're easy. You just... please keep your guard up. Worrying about you is never easy. People aren't as good intentioned as they believe even themselves to be."Even the sheep themselves do not believe that they wear skins. They themselves forget that they are the wolves that they fear. He forgot she was a wolf in her own ways. She was not going to be absent from the fray, no matter how he would like to keep her blind of it. She's numb with how aware she was, how she knew how the beautiful snow cuts with the knife of cold. The way she glared at him was a reminder that she was not a dainty flower, but a mountain rose. Thorns to protect, a glass case built to preserve."I-I'm over that. I'm over it, Vash! I can find a boyfriend if I wanted! Not everyone is like him. Vash... there's someone out there, alright? For me? Maybe this is him."He was taken aback, yet he refused to show it. She's a grown woman who has found her place. She's not that traumatized young girl of nineteen whose English was almost incomprehensible and whose eyes were locked to the ground. Does she really need to be saved? He had gotten used to saving that he now mixes the need to protect with the need to save. Save and protect have become synonyms, and he doesn't feel satisfied either way."Really now? You're going to put your faith in this? In some smooth-talking, flower purchasing stranger? Someone you barely met? You won't even consider someone you at least already have a good friendship with? Dean, I would somewhat approve of. I don't even know who the hell gave you these flowers. Stop dwelling on such nonsense. You of all people should have learned that. You'e a smart girl, and I won't tolerate you running into such a dead-end state of mind!"He literally would have been a bit nicer about the situation if it were Dean. He came from good money, was courteous, and had taken tea with the siblings, but at the moment, hasn't shown any romantic intentions. But besides the point, Vash believed that love was a stalemate. It was a bitterness. He knew what it tasted like, to be in a cold war where both drink from the cup of bitterness and expect the other to die. And he didn't want her drinking from that cup any longer."You like holding that against me, don't you? I made a mistake, I accept that. I don't want it to haunt me forever."His gaze fell to the flowers in the vase on the kitchen counter. White tulips and rainflower. "One sided love" and "I love you back, I must atone for my sins, I will never forget you." THe flowers in that vase had been grown, picked, and arranged by Vash. He wasn't watching his flower language."I don't want it to haunt you forever. It haunts..." he said. "It's been haunting me." he thought.
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Post by Vash Alois Zwingli on Aug 21, 2013 7:28:20 GMT -8
I'm interested in some plotting yeeee
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Post by Vash Alois Zwingli on Aug 18, 2013 5:00:25 GMT -8
 All for the taste, all for the taste... he kept telling himself. He had come here for the high quality Chinese food that had quite a nice price tag. He hated to admit it, but this restaurant has pretty low, and he had been to low places. And in quite a questionable location.
Now then, does this establishment have proper silverware? He knew how to use chopsticks (somewhat acceptably), mind you, but the amount of oil on these noodles was just not healthy. It was the noodles, he swore... he asked the waiter, the boy with the bad pidgin English, for a fork.
"A fock? We don't give here, try at red light house next door."
"No, a fork, silverware for the food."
"Sir, we give no focking on food, food is clean."
"Fork. F-o-r-k. For noodles and meat."
"Oh! I'll get that for you, sir," the young man said, hurrying into the kitchen and returning with a somewhat oversized fork. Vash lost a bit of his appetite with the knowledge that the Red Horizon Travel Agency building next door was a brothel.
He ran the fork through the grotesquely oily noodles and began to eat, trying his best to stomach how oily the noodles were. This wasn't going to sit well in his stomach, this he was certain. Every bite of this made him just want to leave.
But you must finish. The price was cheap, but you need to get your money's worth.
This was not entertaining or amusing to say the least.
Why didn't you just eat at home? Much easier.
A man then crossed over to his table and put a hand on the table.
"You wouldn't happen to have the time, would you?"
It was a bit random, but Vash knew the man. An important person of the Counterterrorism Initiative who was somewhat involved with the MI6 when the MI6 dealt with terrorism issues. In fact, this man was the founder of the CI. Even if Vash knew his background, he wasn't going to talk MI6 business. He wasn't an important person in the MI6, so Michael Collins perhaps wouldn't know him for his MI6 career. It was best he simply humor the man in any way he desires.
"Certainly. Feel free to sit down."
{ OOC; I'M SORRY THIS IS LATE, WORLDIE-SEMPAI, AND IT SUCKS BUT IT'S THE FIRST POST I EVER WROTE IN EUROPE AND IN GERMANY. } Letting people down is my thing baby |
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Post by Vash Alois Zwingli on Jun 18, 2013 18:42:22 GMT -8
Original:
She liked her men like she liked her strawberry chocolate waffles. Hot, sweet, fluffy, with a hint of sharp bitterness.
Translated:
"She loves people. They are a discovered chocolate Strawberry waffles, hot, sweet, soft, bitter."
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Post by Vash Alois Zwingli on Jun 16, 2013 21:33:54 GMT -8
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Post by Vash Alois Zwingli on Jun 16, 2013 13:43:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vash Alois Zwingli on Jun 16, 2013 13:42:19 GMT -8
Memories broken The truth goes unspoken I’ve even forgotten my name I don’t know the season Or what is the reason I’m standing here holding my blade A desolate place Without any trace It’s only the cold wind I feel It was fortunate that he had not decided to voice just what exactly he believed an organ smuggler would do with a woman. He would have perhaps preached those thoughts and assumptions.
"Damn right I'd get you out of the situation. Just don't forget to give us a signal the moment things start to look bad, yeah?" she smirked. Hopefully this mission wouldn't come to that. After all, if he were stuck in a sticky situation, would he feel confident that they would really be able to break through for him and get him out of such a situation?
"...Be careful though, Vash." she warned. And careful, he was to be. Even with the thoughts of not having the most desired organs, you really never know what to expect. With these science-infused types, you can be sure that psychological terror will be used eventually...
"Thank you, but hopefully I won't require your assistance," he said, looking out the window and seeing the figure of a man. He felt in the back seat of his mind a bit of warning. The atmosphere was filled with warning and the sense of the actual possibility of losing an organ seemed much more likely.
She turned towards her brother. "Hey look. One of those bastards is already here to greet us. What's the plan, then? We let him take Vash inside and then go in all guns blazing, or what?"
"I'll answer that one. I'm going out there alone. Do keep a good eye on me, though. And hide the car. Donald, you're taking the wheel," he answered without waiting for Donald's reply. He slowly unbuckled his seat belt.
"Hand me the suit case, hopefully the faux documents will get me through. Just remember that I'll be going by a pseudonym, Erich Chastain, who we had detained a couple weeks ago. Go by your fake identities if you're noticed, and hope for the best," he said, taking the suitcase and slowly opening the door, the cold air of a London night chilling him to the bone.
He approached the man and decided to fake a French accent.
"Are you the man in question? I have the information someone of your company requested. Don't worry about the money transaction, I'm certain you have already wired the monies to my employer's account. The name is Erich Chastain."
The gun in the inside of his suit pocket was unlocked and ready for any sudden movement. The question would be: would he need it? And would he be able to pull it out in time?
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Post by Vash Alois Zwingli on Jun 13, 2013 22:07:39 GMT -8
My first attempt at coding. Ew. | HELP I'M ALIVE my heart keeps beating like a hammer | Words; 0000
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made by ASU of BTN & TND | Pommy ipsum clotted cream one would like penny-dreadful doolally twiglets Southeners utter shambles, taking the mick off t'shop have a gander bangers and mash penny-dreadful rambunctious don't get your knickers in a twist. Accordingly not some sort of dosshouse eton mess good old fashioned knees up grab a jumper the old bill it's spitting had a barney with the inlaws, nigh driving a mini Southeners splendid gobsmacked. Bog off darling Northeners smeg head, cockney farewell. Alright duck pompous scarper whizz indeed Essex girls throw a paddy doolally bangers and mash blummin' houlligan superb bog roll bread and butter pudding, old chap macca chinwag throw a paddy gob sweets proper a week on Sunday pulled a right corker collywobbles treacle 'ar kid.
Plum pudding some mothers do 'ave 'em I bid you good day ponce on't goggle box cup of tea, Bob's your uncle up at the crack of dawn ever so lovely throw a spanner in the works. Proper I'm off to Bedfordshire they can sod off because there was nothing on the gogglebox sweets blighty blimey and we all like figgy pudding, eton mess bobby got his end away by 'eck love well chuffed. Sweets bargain Betty ridicule fake tan a right royal knees up what a load of cobblers sausage roll Prince Charles twiglets, one would be honoured to what a doddle oo ecky thump in the goolies gobsmacked a total jessie apple and pears cornish pasty, the fuzz golly gosh what a load of guff chinwag cockney teacakes flog a dead horse.
Sling one's hook chav stop arsing around Kate and Will, working class alright geezer. Nuthouse Kate and Will plum pudding farewell manky ever so, hard cheese old boy bit of alright goggledegook got his end away for sooth nosh, picalilly Kate and Will ridicule cottage pie. Spam fritters golly alright geezer stop arsing around loo a diamond geezer lad you mean it ain't me noggin', chuffed terribly Northeners know your onions the dog's dinner. Tip-top chin up splendid queer as a clockwork orange bargain Betty manky ever so muck about, collywobbles bog off don't get your knickers in a twist you 'avin a laugh pork scratchings fancied a flutter bargain Betty, shortbread up the duff hadn't done it in donkey's years black cab rivetting stuff barmy.
Alright geezer who brought loaf a bottle of plonk cotton on jellied eels pot noodle doolally curtain twitching yorkshire pudding tosser, unhand me sir scatterbrained bog roll ridiculous barmy what a doddle naff off. Chap lost the plot what a doddle it's spitting have a kip marvelous shepherd's pie, 'tis gravy cheese and chips bossy britches penny-dreadful bits 'n bobs. Brainbox a right toff brainbox pigeons in Trafalgar Square lug hole bit of a Jack the lad bloody mary cockney, that's ace doing my head in ended up brown bread a diamond geezer half-inch it gallivanting around, a reet bobbydazzler barmy conked him one on the nose for sooth bovver boots a week on Sunday.
Curry sauce I'd reet fancy a daft cow challenge you to a duel Prince Charles up North, plum pudding stew and dumps golly macca nowt, pompous a tad conkers skive. Absolute twoddle have a butcher's at this in a pickle a right corker narky Southeners chap toad in the whole, you mean it ain't me noggin' bit of a div chin up beefeater a total jessie flabbergasted. Come hither see a man about a dog bit of a Jack the lad black cab Prince Charles, how's your father pulled a right corker proper. |
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Post by Vash Alois Zwingli on Jun 13, 2013 21:30:41 GMT -8
BLACK TEARS, BLACK SMILES Black credit cards and shoes You can call all the people you want But it's you who's being used He didn't exactly think of himself as a "nice guy". He's had his share of that role, and honestly, he wouldn't be allowing anyone else to see him like that. He wasn't going to allow anyone the liberty of seeing him as the nice guy if they didn't warrant it, and, well, he wasn't in the mood for company. Company tended to leave eventually, after all. "Oh come on, Chipper!" Oh shut up, not you too. "I thought all men were constantly thinking about getting laid. And you have to admit, she is cute~ Niamh’s probably the best looking girl in this bar so--"Was this really a matter of getting laid or not tonight? Why would she even care if he did anything of the erotic variety? he had no interest in doing such actions at this hour. It was funny to say, but his lack of sex drive was something that stuck with him, despite trying to reconcile himself and move on. But hey, it's been a long day and he really had no mood for this. It wasn't a mission today, it was doing paperwork and casework for coworkers and being slave-driven by the Q to clean up the lab. "I'm not constantly thinking about getting laid at all at the moment." Then, the Irishwoman realized that the girl that she was trying to hook him up with wasn't even in the bar anymore. Smooth move, O'Neill. Very smooth move. Good luck trying to get him laid tonight if there's no one to lay him with. Where was her drinking buddy tonight? Not in bed with him, that was for sure. "You know what? Never mind." She rolled her eyes at the idea that had struck her earlier. At least she had the sense not to push it, unlike her idiot brother. She was more tolerable than her brother because of that sense. "Say Vash? Do you mind if I join you? Don’t worry; I can pay for my own drink. No need to waste your cash on me. Just... mind if I keep you company for a bit?" she laughed. A drinking buddy for the night? A bit of company? Company will leave eventually, even good company, but... well, what was the harm then? Every night was the end of a long day, and with the end of every long day, there was rarely company. He wasn't too much of a conversationalist, but company was better than no company. He nodded. "Fine. It's been a long day, hasn't it?"CODED BY ELECTRIC OF BACK TO NEVERLAND |
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Post by Vash Alois Zwingli on Jun 13, 2013 20:41:12 GMT -8
FUN-FACT #1 Vash is an avid couponer. He'll do anything to get a good deal. He subscribes to several coupon books that arrive Sunday mornings. He then proceeds to clip all coupons that he finds useful and puts them in his wallet before going off to do groceries. He faps to his coupon books. FUN-FACT #2 He is actually a bit of a softie and enjoys doing his share of the gardening. In fact, he does help his sister grow some of the flowers for her flower shop. However, he's more interested in growing mountain flowers and making the garden look nice, rather than planting the flora for sale. FUN-FACT#3 When he was with his ex, he treated her as delicately as the flowers in his sister's garden that he tends to today. He's such a romantic and tends, concerning himself with the little things such as greeting her when she came home and massaging her in bed when days were particularly hard. Of course, this was before his MI6 days. Even if he absolutely hates how things turned out, he'd give anything to get back those nice days. A time when he wasn't so grumpy. He does have a momenta from that era. He actually caved in and bought it, but never had the courage to ask, and it had soon become too late. He keeps the blue box in his night stand and would never dare take it out. CODED BY ELECTRIC |
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Post by Vash Alois Zwingli on Jun 10, 2013 21:24:31 GMT -8
Up in Flames
We have slowly gone He couldn't help it, really. Men being out for his younger sister... well, it was a cruel, cruel world. Anyone could stab you in the back right off the bat and use you. She didn't deserve to feel how it felt like to be stabbed in the back and to have her heart torn into pieces until you just couldn't feel. To have thought someone really loved you and then find that everything had gone up in flames in a moment's notice. He couldn't be too sure if it really was their influence or under her own volition to have left something that was so happy, but he knew he wanted to keep that feeling away from his precious younger sister. That, and he wanted to keep his sister safe from a greater secret. If this was what he was going to need to do to keep her form asking any further questions, so be it. And hey, if she wasn't going to take his every word, some of it had to go through, right? Isn't it proven that the more a person hears something, the more that they would believe it to be true? He had to provide enough words to come from two people. Their father would have perhaps done this for Lili, lecturing her on the evils of men. Or even their mother. But for now, Vash will have to be the one doing the job. “Okay, first thing’s first. We have an alarm. We're about as secure as any other shop on the street," she said. "I know that it's secure, I'm the one paying extra for security to make it even more secure than any other shop on Sloane. But that security's useless if a guy like that is already a customer and you're letting them in," Vash said. Of course, he knew that his point was already bent the moment he mentioned security. There were many ways to argue out of that one. “I haven’t known him very long, I admit. He didn’t really buy them and hand them right to me, you know…" she said, biting her lip. At least he was getting some point of his argument across. Maybe it was his glaring that helped bring his point across. "But why would he be buying them in the first place and then giving them to you if he just met you? Don't you find that a little suspicious?"“He left for a few hours. I only found what he left when I closed the store. He never actually gave them to me. I think you’re overreacting, Vash. I’m not ‘won over,’ but I’m not about to chase someone away that wants to be friends. Really, you never do this if they happen to be female.”Ah, but he would if it were a certain female. But other than, that...
"I really didn't expect you to accept flowers. Especially with the circumstances— Is he... is he still leaving those paper flowers? I heard you swear that you wouldn't be accepting flowers after that bastard just—" "Just defiled you and left you like this..." he thought.
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tags: lili adelaide zwingli
lyrics: coldplay - up in flames
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