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[Vash had been in Asgard only a couple days now and the lack of gunfire had been a welcome change to the typical nights and days of his home world. So while the gunfire he heard last night wasn't unusual to hear in the night for him; coming from nearly right below him is very concerning. The bloody footprints even more so. Being a man who can recognize the smell of gunpowder instantly it didn't take him very long to get to the second floor.

He wasn't sure exactly who lived in Sigyn's Welcome Hall and he doesn't want to miss anyone so he doesn't filter his message.]

Is everyone in Sigyn's Welcome Hall, alright? [Someone better say no to that. He can see the blood on the floor!] What happened with the gunfire?

[Vash is speaking with his hair a mess. It's usual spikeyness fallen around his face. Dressed only in his long sleeved and track pant sleeping outfit as he hadn't bothered to dress before seeing what was going on.

He'll be roaming the halls for awhile. Unable to go back to sleep until he's found out what happened. Attempting to follow the footprints where he can.]

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[Well, it was too much to hope that the gunfire didn't wake anyone up.

Sandy walks away from his room, having just gotten Ellie to go to bed (though he wonders if she'll be able to fall asleep after everything). He is making his (very wobbly) way down the stairs when he hears the sound of footsteps. He freezes at the sight of a somewhat familiar yet very disheveled man examining the carpet in front of Ellie's room and... damn, there's blood there.

But it's too late. Vash only needs to look up to see a tiny man who looks like he just stepped out of a slasher movie. The entire side of his face and neck is covered in drying blood, which has significantly seeped into his shirt. His head is tightly bound in bandages around the forehead area, but blood is beginning to soak through, and the wretched stuff has been splashed over his clothes.

The only things that seem free of blood are his hands, which are blotchy red from vicious scrubbing a mere couple minutes before.]

[Vash's eyes snap to the bandage wrapped around Sandman's head when he sees the shorter man. It takes only a few seconds for Vash to understand the basics what has happened. A wound to the head - probably a scrape from a bullet from the sound. It explains the amount of blood at least.

The gunman hurries over and kneels down quickly. Eyes scanning for any more injuries.] What happened? Are you hurt anywhere else? [As it was clear this man was not "alright".] You should sit down. [He would have already loss a lot of blood if the man's clothes was anything to go by. Vash was just hoping Sandman wasn't about to pass out on him.]

[Sandy doesn't quite know what to do with mortals worrying about him--he's usually the one looking out for them, and he hadn't been seen by an adult human in years before he got to Asgard--so his eyes widen a little bit and he winces in surprise when Vash descends on him, but he immediately softens. Yeah, he's a sight, isn't he? And the concern isn't unwarranted. He doesn't feel well, no matter how much he brushed it off when he was around Ellie.

Nonetheless, he feels guilty being fussed over. He isn't the victim, Ellie is. He was the one who attacked her in her sleep.

Instead of verbally replying to Vash, as he's probably expected to, he just shakes his head. No, he's not hurt anywhere else. His ears still are still ringing a little bit from having a gun go off so close to them, but otherwise, the graze on his head is the worst of it. Unfortunately, it took them a bit to actually get to tending the wound, so he lost more blood than he should have.

Speaking of, he's going to sway a little bit. Now that he doesn't have Ellie around to think about, he feels himself crashing.]

[Vash places a gentle hand on Sandman's shoulder, not wanting the man to fall over and hit his head.] Whoa, careful. Stay with me now.

[Vash is worried. He doesn't know if there is any hospital around here. An injury like this could get worse if it's allowed to get infected. The blood that he could see seeping through looked freshen.] Did you clean the injury out at all? [He's also trying to peer around Sandman to see if there is anyone else around.] Who did this to you?

[He nods, resting his hand on the tall man's. Don't worry. He's still there.

Then he nods. Yes, it's been cleaned. Hurt like hell to do it, too.

But at the question of who did this, he immediately tenses up and shakes his head, wishing dearly that he felt together enough to translate his thoughts into texted words. No. No, the man was getting the wrong idea. Ellie was right to try to protect herself, but Sandy doesn't have the tools to communicate that without his sand or his sketchpad, so he will merely refuse to identify his shooter. He won't have Ellie suffer any further for what he did.]

[Vash is patient. Knowing at times that a head injury like this can make the mind fuzzy.] Did you see them? Do you not know who it was?

[Sandy purses his lips and taps his bracelet, bringing up the text function. Just one word, Sandy. Just one word to explain the situation. You can do that.]

Accident

[It was an accident. Sort of. Don't worry about it. He needs to go change a girl's sheets and ignore the fact he's lost blood and he's faint.]

An accident? [It's not far fetched. Accidents like this were common on his world where everyone owned multiple guns. Usually they were much more fatal.] You were very lucky then.

Where is the gun? It should be put somewhere were people won't fire it by mistake again. And you should also see a doctor.

[Sandy may be too light headed to notice, but Vash's hand on his shoulder isn't by any stretch of the imagination good looking. A deep scar on the back of it and the thumb looking as if it had been hastily sewn back on at some point. Another scar or two around his wrist that eventually disappear under his long sleeve.

While his left hand looks perfectly normal his two bare feet are the same as his right hand. Both heavily scared. An old gunshot wound in one and on the left a small metal place on the arch of his foot.]

Edited 2013-09-15 13:29 (UTC)

[Well... the firing part wasn't an accident. Him surviving was an accident. A happy one, but an accident.

And he also doesn't want to see a healer. He wants to keep the reminder with him. He's a Guardian, and he attacked a little girl--he deserves punishment for that.

Luckily, not speaking does give him an excuse to not explain all that. He closes the text function and squeezes the man's hand, his thumb brushing over the scar tissue.

He glances at it briefly. More scars. Too many scars have been seen tonight.

Then he shakes his head, despite the fact half of Vash's questions weren't yes or no. No doctor, no gun.]

[Vash shifts a little on his feet. He's never really liked it when people paid attention to his scars. Knowing they could be frightening to some people, but tonight isn't about him and his scars.]

I'm not sure why you don't like doctors, but you really need to see one. I think some people here know healing magic. We can find someone to help you.

[He wishes he had his sketchpad with him.

He once again shakes his head, then makes a motion like he's drawing on his palm. Do you have anything he can draw with? You don't understand the situation.]

What's wrong? Is your hand hurt too? [At first it seems that maybe Vash isn't going to understand. Once he's taken a better look and is sure he doesn't see an injury on Sandman's hand that he starts to understand.]

Oh! I don't have anything to write with. The bracelet was working pretty well.

[He HALF gets it.]

[Sigh. Sometimes he really wishes he still talked.

He carefully shakes his head, figuring he'd take charge of the situation and taking Vash's hand, attempting to drag him downstairs where there are drawing supplies. Sandy's grip is nice and firm, but his gait is quite wobbly and these stairs are not built for his stubby little legs at the best of times.]

[Vash lets his hand be taken and laed down the stairs. He makes a few concerned noises as the man in front of him wobbles, but yet his hand keeps a firm grip. Firm grip is a good sign, yet Vash really wished the man would get some help.]

Please tell me we're headed towards a healer. [For some reason he's not really expecting that they are.]

[Excellent, Vash is starting to learn.

As soon as they get to the bottom of the steps, Sandy lets Vash go and starts rifling through some of the debris of the living area, eventually coming upon some paper and crayons meant for the children.

Sandy sits down in a chair and then draws.

Sandy himself, curled up in bed, falling asleep. A thought bubble over his head, depicting his dream.

As dream Sandy stands, sleeping Sandy stands.

As dream Sandy walks, sleeping Sandy walks.

As dream Sandy sees a monster about to skewer a little boy, sleeping Sandy is standing in someone's doorway.

As dream Sandy attacks, sleeping Sandy attacks a person in their bed.

And then the person holds up a gun and shoots Sandy, waking him up.

There are deliberately no defining features on the person Sandy attacked. He's not going to implicate Ellie in any of this.

Then he holds up the paper and taps it with his finger. You see? That's what happened.]

[Vash looks over the pictures one by one. His eyes furrowing more and more as each picture slips by. Once he gets to the end he looks back at Sandman and his eyes soften.]

You were sleepwalking? [His heart goes out to the little man. It was clear that if that's what had happened it's not what Sandman wanted to do. He couldn't imagine how angry he would be at himself had he done something similar.

Once he had confirmation that he was understanding the pictures correctly he points to the undefined person in their bed.] What about them? Are they alright?

[Sandy doesn't know how to eel about the man's understanding. Some part of him wants someone to get angry at him.

But regardless, it feels a little better now that he's told someone else about it.

He nods solemnly, miming falling asleep. He put Ellie to bed. He's not sure if she will be able to fall asleep, but he did his best.]

That's good. As long as they're alright it's time to make sure you're going to be alright too. I mean, you didn't mean to hurt them did you?

[He immediately shakes his head so hard that he'd get dizzy and topple over if he weren't sitting down already. No! Absolutely not! He would never hurt an innocent person if he were in his right mind!

Nonetheless, the fact remins that he did it. Because he wasn't in touch enough with what was a dream.]

Then it was an accident. One we'll just have to make sure it doesn't happen again is all. That's why you should see a healer right away.

Eh? I'm alright!

Who was shooting?

I'm not sure. [At least not yet.] You didn't hear it? [Were his nightmares getting that far out of his grasp?]

No, I heard it! I just thought you might know something more than I did!

Not yet, but I think someone has been hurt. I'm hoping they're not hurt too bad.

I can heal! Just tell me where they are!

Oh! That's good! Oh course... ahahaha, I have to find them first.

Well, where are you at right now? I can come find you and we can look together!

I'm on the second floor of the Sigyn's Welcome Hall.

Okay! I'm on the first floor! I'll be there in a minute!

Alright, I'll see if I can find who is hurt.

[And in a few minutes, there'll be an Orihime rounding a few corners]

Hello?! Blonde-hair-san? Are you here?

Edited 2013-10-08 02:13 (UTC)

Here I am. [Trying to clean up some of the mess in the hall.]

Gunfire? Who would do such a thing?

I don't know. I'm trying to figure that out now.

And here we have some sort of policing force, yet they haven't done anything about this. So typical.

[She hates authority, okay?]

Ah-er, well, it did only just sort of happen. I mean, they can't be everywhere at once after all.

But for how long? How much more people will die until it is stopped?

Ah, I don't know. Maybe you should ask them? [He's been here less than a week. He really wasn't sure how to answer those questions. Besides, if there is some sort of law enforcement here, he'd personally rather avoid them. Just to be on the safe side.]

You shouldn't tell me such a thing. I just may repay the favor.

[rly tho Alice is sick of this crap.]

Ah, tell you what? That something happened?

That nothing has been done to solve it.

Someone just may take arms.

B-b-but something is being done right now to solve it! N-no need to take up arms! I'm sure we'll figure something out!

And then what will be done with them?

I don't know, lady! I just literally heard the gunshots two seconds ago! Jeez! One step at a time, alright?

I do not care how long you have been here, these things happen far too much.

D-does it? Sorry, this is my first time having to deal with something like this. [At least in this world it is.]

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