WHO: callisto... and people. 🧍♂️ WHAT: catch-all. WHERE: seoul, busan, & everywhere in between! WHEN: throughout the month (that's almost over) WARNINGS: blood, gore, & anything else will be updated as i go!
[ the concept of teleportation isn't anything new theoretically. however, it was relatively rare and normally reserved for the select few who could afford the magicians and other such costs associated with it. akin to the mechanism in which he uses to teleport back to the palace, they're just as easily transported to another country. he seems to look around their surroundings thoughtfully.
the supplies they came with feels insufficient considering they don't know for how long this farce would take, but he also isn't one to kick up a complaint about something so trite. instead, he complains about something else. ... except, is that much more substantial? ]
The air is not as chilly as it was in Neo Tokyo. [ a vague observation. ]
Our present state of dress suddenly makes more sense. [ not that he was prone to cold anyway as long as he wore his cape imbued with magic, but in light of blending in, he's wearing something a bit more casual. ] More importantly, are you certain you are skilled at this?
[ being a bodyguard? though, callisto doesn't quite think he needs one and it shows in how lacking in any type of nerves he is. all the more when he wraps his fingers around vash's shoulder. feeling more like a threat than it was anything else.
but, in spite of his words, venturing across these lands was eye-opening in a sense. a bit different than the traveling he did when while at war. for once, he enters a land without the thought of destroying it. ]
( He can smell the heat, is the thing. It hits him the very second they step through the portal, blindsiding him for a half a second long enough to miss exactly what Callisto is saying. Because even though the city is not a part of No Man's Land it looks like it could be, and the faraway blur of the air is enough of a familiar sight that for a short, sharp second Vash's throat feels too tight, too restrictive? )
Hm? ( Ah, the noise sounds weird. He clears his throat, swivelling to look at Callisto with his hand still digging into Vash's shoulder. He's sure it's meant to signify something, but Vash is strong, so. It's hardly a bother. ) Oh! Sure. I've done it before. The desert's a big place and sometimes people need help getting across. Especially people who haven't done it before. They're usually afraid of bandits, roaming gangs, so they hire people to deliver them to the next city over. I've done that. And nobody's ever died on my watch! You'll be safe with me.
( A bright smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, his energy a little flatter than it had been at the Gala. He's just glad to be doing something, had jumped at the chance to get off base when asked. Clapping his hands together he peers at Callisto from behind the orange of his glasses. ) Okay, your highness - that's right, right? - what do you want to do first? Subterfuge or gathering?
[ per usual, it doesn't seem like vash reacts to the firmness behind his touch, or the potential implication it carries. normally, callisto would be the sort of person where every single piece of miscommunication would hit him particularly hard, and yet in this case, it doesn't. despite this just being the second time they're within one another's proximity just like this... he feels like it's wholly expected of the other man.
but, that doesn't stop a slight quirk of his own brow, before taking in vash's words. his own grip naturally loosening ever so slightly, just giving him a light tug as if to make sure he was following him step for step. ] Even if someone had died, there would be no one left to vouch for them...
[ because picking out statements like that is easy work for the crown prince. but, that said, he does notice the lack of usual enthusiasm, even if he may not say it. ] That's correct. Is "subterfuge" your specialty? For some reason, I do not picture you as a man of deceit.
( He at least goes with the tug, falling into step with his new charge-slash-friend easily. ) Well, I guess. I'll just have to prove it to you then.
( Because he understands suspicious bastards and he has a feeling Callisto is a Suspicious Bastard ( affectionate ). So it's no skin off Vash's nose to be a little more sincere, a little kinder when they talk. He'll work him around. ) Oh, uh. I mean if it needs it? Sometimes you have to find out things without people knowing why, right? And as long as nobody gets hurt I'm sure it's fine. ( There's something fallible about that - because people could get hurt from lies. People probably have. But Vash always thinks the better of the rest of the world. That or he doesn't look too closely at the problems he might cause. ) I'm all for being sneaky if we need to though! Do you have a plan?
[ realistically, callisto isn't blind to the idea that vash didn't actually owe him anything. didn't necessarily need to prove himself when he holds no actual title over him in these lands. perhaps, this is all the more amplified by the fact that vash is the one going along with his whims, and the not the other way around.
that might be what tickles him about the idea that vash seems set on making good on his words, regardless. there's probably a life lesson wedged in there somewhere, but callisto doesn't delve into it for once. ] Sometimes I do wonder just what's in that head of yours. "Nobody gets hurt," is it? [ he repeats this in a way one would re-recite a funny joke. it's not a joke, though. ... and he knows they both are aware of that fact.
maybe it's good vash is here, and that callisto is just in the mood to humor his his pacificism. ]
Then let's see what there is at the market. [ for starters— ] We can follow one of the people of interest around, see where it is that they manufacture their medications, and steal it right from under them?
[ it seemed more effective than hunting the worm parts themselves, didn't it? besides, it also cut the hunters off from their source. two birds with one stone. ... the question is— are they sneaky enough? well, they're about to find out. ]
( It's a good idea, Vash busy reconciling the deceit by reminding himself that this is LILITH's bidding. It's not as if they have a choice. He's done his best to stand by his peace and love mantra, even when things have been hard. Besides, it's not like people selling Kaiju parts are the most upstanding of citizens and he's dealt with gangs like this before. Even if he does feel a little leery about taking away from people making medicine. Maybe they're abusing the system though, charging more than it's worth. He'll have to keep an eye out, get the lay of the land, figure out exactly what the game plan is. One would hope LILITH was the better option, but -.
Well, he has his doubts.
So instead he refocuses on Callisto, endlessly curious about the man. ) Have you ever done anything like this before? Followed people, I mean? You sort of don't strike me as the kind of guy who's done a lot of sneaking. Not that it's necessarily a bad thing. You have an aura. ( He needs to stop trying to fix things. ) Also we probably need a story. Do you think you could fake an ailment? Then when we ask around it's more believable. Fake cough for me?
[ opposite to vash's considerations of the people or the moral dilemmas involved in deceiving a group of individuals— callisto doesn't spare a single thought on that. rather, he considers it as much a task to complete as one would in filing paperwork. in the same vein, however, if there is one area of his focus...
it's definitely on the logistics of getting in. all the more ramped up in difficulty knowing they couldn't simply barge their way in, blade and other weaponry in tow. so vash's question does end up being a welcome one. ] No. [ ... ] At least not like this. In war, you do any number of things. If I could recall each one, we would be here all night. [ which probably means he isn't going to be good at it. at least they've now established that.
faking an ailment. there's definitely some irony in it, if just because he recalls how the duke's daughter used "lead poisoning" and the common flu as a way of denying his invitations for so long. and so, with great gusto (or not) he turns to vash and with a completely serious face. ]
I'm ill. [ that's it.
it sounds more like a command than someone who is actually sick. but, surely if one is demanding enough, they could be allowed anywhere. ]
( The face he pulls is magnificent, a spasm of feeling as though if he could call upon the heavens right then and there he would. A second passes, two, and then he shoves his hands in the pockets of his coat, scanning the people milling about as he ushers Callisto into walking again. Even as relaxed as he is there's a certain level of watchfulness now they're out in the open, mostly away from all the other Outsiders. He smiles a little in passing to one woman before his gaze skips to a cluster of men spilling out from a casino, careful in his assessment. )
Someone else is ill. You're just here because you've heard on the grapevine that they've got a whole bunch of miracle cures going on. But you're new to the city and don't exactly know where to start. I'm your bodyguard. So we don't get too complicated, and besides that gives people the impression you've got money, right? That'll do most of the work for us. ( A hum. ) Do you have money? They might want us to make a purchase first so they know we're legitimate, but if we aim for something small that could work. Something more cosmetic.
why is that reaction so unpleasant? despite the fact that he knows he isn't exactly the best as expressing any hint of a vulnerability, including fake ones, it doesn't mean he wants his attempts discounted either. his own brows seem to furrow with what might have been offense, before he's pushed into moving his feet once more by vash's motions for him to continue forward.
was his acting so dissatisfactory???
he asks himself, even when the answer is clear in the silence. ]
Considering you're racking your brain incredibly hard for this, it would be a shame not to indulge you. [ as always, there's a certain air he puts on, but at least it isn't difficult to believe he has money. though opposite to that...
his bank account is looking incredibly sparse. the gala wasn't free. but, thankfully they did have some funds given to them by the research department (or in doubt, their transylvania paycheck). some. so he turns back to vash. ] Who do you think you're speaking with? [ maybe it's precisely because of how they look, they are attracting the eyes of the said group outside of the casino. so he does his best to keep on moving, as if they aren't actually watching them with some vague semblance of interest. or... something beyond that. ] Cosmetic? Like a worm's eye? [ why that... ]
Mm, I guess so? I was thinking more ... I don't know, how rich people think smearing viscous fluid over their faces can turn back time, you know? ( Awfully judgemental for an eternal babyface, but there you have it. ) I bet we find an old lady with body parts in pretty little tubs. That's how it works back home. People try and scam you with all sorts, so you learn to spot a fake.
( Not that spotting fakes does Vash any good, when he gives all of his money to the people anyway. He figures if they're desperate enough to try then they need it more than him. At least here, now, most of his paycheck is going to the orphanage, so he can't exactly be played. )
We buy something like that, we make a big fuss about how we were looking for something more potent, more helpful, then they should lead us to wherever we need to go? A lot of these places usually have like, higher ups? ( He means like a gang. ) For security, so they'll all be in each other's business anyway. We should get lucky.
that may be concerning in its own right, but callisto seems to brush it off easily enough. ] Your definition of wealth leaves a lot to be desired, but that seems easy enough. Regardless, value is often how it is perceived. I propose we buy the first unusual thing, and then chalk it up to being incredibly valuable. [ if art is subjective...
surely so is everything else that can be bought on the black market? though, his gaze lingers on vash. ] If all does not go well, we could always pretend I'm selling you. [ your *** services as a bodyguard, that is.
he doesn't clarify. ] So let's hope we find something.
( The threat does little but make him laugh, eyes crinkling behind the orange tint of his glasses. ) Ah, Cedrick. You're real funny, you know that? I'm absolutely not the kind of person people would waste their money on! But we'll figure it out between us, right? We're a couple of smart guys.
( And if he's privately hoping it takes a great deal of thought to keep his own from wandering well, Callisto doesn't seem like a guy with telepathic powers. But they round a corner, Vash immediately relaxing in the chaos of the open market. At first glance no one looks too suspicious, so he just nudges the other man very gently in the side and starts steering him to the first booth. It doesn't look like anything made of body parts, but he does get momentarily distracted by shot glasses with pictures of worms on it.
Mostly he keeps Callisto in the corner of his eye though, sticking close. )
See anything you like? ( He lifts something up, quickly realises they're a pair of fluffy car-ornaments in the shape of felt breasts, drops them immediately again. ) Not those. ( A few of the stalls are quite clearly tourist traps, his gaze swings towards the heart of the stalls, pointing. ) Maybe over here?
Callisto. If I didn't know better, rather than you concealing my identity, it sounds as if you forgot whom you are speaking with entirely. [ his corrects, an almost admonishing undertone to his voice, even if brief and transitory. enough in fact that it seems to dissipate completely at this statement that they were "a couple of smart guys." it's not that he finds fault in the statement, but that even now, he was still coming to terms with words and statements that imply he was attached with someone else. even if it was entirely for business.
when he feels the nudge, he moves on. while he could have very well found offense in the idea of him being led around without his permission, he supposed vash was fitting the role of a bodyguard quite well. ... hence, he doesn't voice any qualms. just seems to watch him with a sense of interest. only for vash to pick up ... a pair of bosoms?? hello?? ]
You do know what we came here for, don't you? [ he walks to the next stall, picking up something that looks curiously like a gem. apparently, they're made from crushing scales and bones of smaller kaiju. whether it's true or not, he says: ] I'll take this. [ whether it's fortunate or not, the person manning this stall prattles on about how it's an excellent choice. guaranteed to increase the stamina and libido of any young man.
... are they being misunderstood? whatever the case, it's too late to go back on it now. ]
( He pulls a face, mock-outraged and not even remotely serious. ) Hey, if you don't wanna be called something don't go offering it out to unsuspecting people as a trap. Anyway, has nobody ever given you a nickname before? It's a thing buddies do. Friendly.
( He's been given countless nicknames throughout his long life. Not all of them have been complimentary. But he means it more as an inside joke than anything harmful, though he makes a mental note to re-tailor his humour for Callisto. He has the feeling he's not experienced a lot of gentle ribbing. Though wisely, when their stall-keeper starts talking about libidos, Vash keeps very silent. He does go a little red, a little fidgety, but that's by the by. )
Is that the nature of everything here? ( To the person currently fleecing Callisto for his cash, Vash all friendly charm and bright smiles. ) Not that we're not interested, we are. But my friend here needs something a little stronger.
( There are pills, the stall owner starts, to help make him rigid. Vash makes a noise like a dying helium balloon. ) No, no. He's fine. Not like that. Look at him. That's a specimen, right? ( He pats Callisto firmly on the shoulder, like he's maybe a horse about to be sold. ) No, it's something else. Medicinal. And not to do with his di - his stamina. Isn't that right? We heard sometimes when doctors aren't doing what you need a place like this is the one to come to. For a little help.
he isn't sure if its the sheer audacity of the idea of someone, anyone attempting to be "friendly" with him that gets him thinking in overdrive. or, if it's the the fact that he isn't as bothered as he thinks he should have been. it's why, he doesn't actually deign it with a response, if just so that he feels like he makes no actual concessions here.
which is why when he sees vash display his unbridled abashment that his lips do quirk upwards in the smallest touch of ironic humor. except, it dissolves once he realizes that this is about him? hello? the owner of the stall seems to peer between vash and callisto, his eyes particularly focused on vash's hand on his shoulder. if he wasn't desiring their relationship to be misconstrued, it looks like he may not get what he wants out of this exchange. ] ... And how would you know what I need and don't? If I did not know any better, it's like you've experienced everything yourself.
[ on the bright side, it seems this awkward "disagreement" at least made the topic of searching for non-stamina pills far less suspicious. the shopkeeper seems to mull over this for a few second before concluding: for something like that, you might want to try going down to that one structure over there. i can tell you more, but are you buying? ] Normally casting royalty as a impotent would be a crime punishable by death, but you're lucky. As I said, we'll take it. [ not him...
not disguising himself well at all. but, why does it seem like they're a couple going back and forth about this stamina pill. ]
( A low whine, kind of like a shamefaced dog. ) C'mon, don't be like that. Everyone gets whiskey dick once in a while. ( Actually, he hasn't. Mostly because he doesn't actually go out of his way to seduce people - stories about the Humanoid Typhoon be damned! So maybe it does work, maybe it doesn't, Vash is just leaning into the whole exchange in the hopes that he'll fool the stall keeper and stop himself from being stabbed. Although he does choke a little at royalty. ) He's kidding. A real jokester.
( He still takes Callisto's unfortunate purchase for him, discreet paperbag and the little bottle tucked inside. But then it's back to his winning smile, sunny personality rising. ) Down that way, right?
( Yeah, yeah. Guy named Snake Eyes. He deals with the stronger stuff. ) Snake Eyes! Sounds friendly. Okay, thanks for this. We really appreciate the uhh, help? ( Skedaddling, exit stage right, snagging Callisto as he goes. ) Man, I thought you said you'd done this before!
( Had he? Either way Vash is going to be appalled. ) Although I guess maybe they'll think you're easily led astray now? That could work in our favour.
[ the idea that anyone would think to use the phrase "whiskey dick" in his presence... is astounding in its own right. still, he doesn't seem to let it penetrate his expression at the very least. not that he's especially trying to keep this cover in tact, the way he's so readily revealed he's "royalty." thankfully, the man doesn't seem to think much into it beyond finding the pair bizarre in their own right.
he watches as vash pockets away the "goods" before they receive the next piece of intel. understanding where it is they can meet this individual was a step in the right direction at the very least. perhaps, investigating the immediate structure would also yield a kernel of information.
but, he does have to address one thing. ] Funny. I didn't realize it was the job of a bodyguard to criticize the one they were meant to serve? [ opposite to his words, he does follow along with vash, and he does keep his voice relatively hushed until they're out of earshot. ]
Yes, and it looks like you got something to help you with your condition. See, there are perks for your loyalty. [ a joke...
except, it's not exactly funny as they carry onwards to the next place. he keeps at a distance, however, hoping they could scope it out first. ]
Edited (i forgot to thank u for your patience 🥺) 2024-12-11 08:24 (UTC)
( He peeks at Callisto from the corner of his eye, smile twitching. ) Yeah? Sorry, I'm not very good at keeping my mouth shut. You can't judge me against any other bodyguards you've ever had. I've never had to escort royalty before. And anyone who's asked me to before kind of already knows who I am. My reputation usually proceeds me.
( If he's escorting anybody it's famed Humanoid Typhoon. Someone who is loud, a glaring spot in the wide open desert. Not exactly the greatest at hiding but enough of a deterrent.
But he does burst into riotous laughter at the last bit, patting his pocket. ) Sure. I mean not that I need it. For either reason.
( Sex isn't high on his list of his priorities. Here or back home. )
Okay, so your highness, what way do you wanna call this one then? If my bodyguarding is so bad.
it certainly does get callisto thinking back on their initial conversation. it does sound like vash had their own set of troubles. then again, considering his open and overly helpful character, it'd be stranger if he hadn't. though, he doesn't exactly verbalize this beyond— ] If you are desiring raving reviews for your performance, I will have to let you know that our work here isn't done.
[ at the second statement, he just tilts his head.
a conversation he might have to revisit later. imaging a text waking him at midnight with not a "u up?" but—
"have you utilized the wares from our recent mission?" "were you able to perform?" "was there truly no one you desired?"
an issue reserved for another time. as for his own definitions. ]
Escorting. [ not unlike how a nobleman or knight might escort a noblewoman.
... or. ] It's a bit too early to consider you a knight, after all.
( Whether it means something different to Vash will remain an eternal mystery, his face could just be deeply set into amusement around Callisto. For all the royal's gruffness he is kind of fun to hang around, the gunslinger certainty doesn't mind the unpredictableness of what might set him off next, it's even kind of a little enjoyable trying to navigate the rough sands of propriety. So he merely grins, eyebrow cocking. )
Wait, is a knight an attainable goal? Because I've read about those! Rem gave us books full of fairy tales when we were learning to read. And I know one! Or I think he's a knight. He didn't tell me how he got to become one though.
( But they're still walking, and at the mouth of an off-shoot of the market he pauses, peering down to what looks like a crowded stall. The man sitting lazily to one side looks fairly normal, but it's the tattoo on his face that draws Vash's attention. Two dice. Dotted once each. ) Oh, Snake Eyes. Got it. ( He sweeps his gaze more thoroughly over him, noting the very obvious gun attached to the man's hip. Someone clearly not afraid of confrontation, and not worried about being caught. ) Maybe you should stay here.
There are many ways in which one can obtain the title of being a knight. Considering your connections, it wouldn't be impossible for you. [ said entirely in a way that's to imply it was dependent not just on callisto himself, but on his ever-oscillating, ever-shifting moods and attitudes.
but, just like vash, his own mirth is palpable enough. as if his words were a joke between friends rather than a warning to do better. either way, it's difficult to ascertain his intentions, even if the way in which he brushes it off seems good natured enough. when they stop walking, his eyes stray to where vash's does.
... you'd think they take a course on how to be a stereotypical villain. why do they feel the need to brand themselves so obviously?
not unlike a dagger with a family's symbol on it used as a murder weapon. ]
Stay? And leave you entirely alone to the fun? [ boldly, he steps up.
his own hand also is within fair reach of his sword. the moment the man reaches for the gun, he has full intention of lopping his head off, and it's probably clear in callisto's gaze. ] Besides, I have my ways about me. It would be a shame to find him dead before we gain the information we desire, however.
[ is vash dealing with both callisto and snake eyes... maybe. ]
But for now he's too busy focusing on Callisto, eyes narrowed in the way of all babysitters before him. It's not that he's not used to being around gun-happy people, Wolfwood is his best friend and even before that he'd met certain characters. He knows how humanity is. But there's a very specific glint in his new buddy's eye that kind of reminds him of when his brother would decide on something wholly unhinged for the fun of it - back before there was no fun to be had - and so the assessing look morphs into an abrupt squawk of sound, a low hiss. )
No murder! ( Like a harried sibling suggesting that no, we can't give the people in cryosleep funny little haircuts, Rem would be sad. ) We're doing this the sensible way so we can come back if we need to, okay? Besides, I only have six bullets on me.
( He'd bail Callisto out, is the problem. )
Just - ( A flap of his hand. ) - Look pretty. I'll do the talking.
[ if he had more insight into what kind of individual vash's brother truly was, perhaps there'd be room for offense. that is, if it was a topic that could openly discuss. as it presently stands, it isn't, and all he garners from this is his pacifistic nature. ]
For someone claiming no murder, you seem to carry along your gun quite well. [ it's clear it isn't a compliment, and more of a statement in which he readily points out the hypocrisy of their situation. yet, he also does seem to shrug along as he has been doing thus far. ]
But, you're in luck. I did want to see just what my bodyguard is capable of. Especially, if you're confident enough to only carry around six bullets. That must mean you know each one will hit its mark.
[ it's an undeniably attractive prospect to see if vash would indeed shoot a man down if he had to. if callisto were perfectly honest, it's something he'd like to see. whether it's the desperation or the bloodlust. but, now was not the time for such considerations.
as a final act of his agreement, he leans in close, letting his hand just barely touch and give the back of vash's neck a squeeze if it's allowed. if not, it's not skin off his back. is it supposed to be reassuring? maybe. ] Then I'll leave it up to you.
( He hums, noncommittal. Vash very much means his pacifistic nature, the gun is as much of a deterrent as it is anything else. Oh, he'd shoot the bullets. Just not where his new friend would want them. That doesn't mean he wouldn't do everything to get them both out alive though, it's just he'll forever take the more complicated route. It's not something he thinks Callisto needs to know.
Though, a huff of laughter at the squeeze, the still rabbit-ness of Vash's unearthliness breaking free to his usual spasm of movement. Weird, Callisto is so weird. Maybe it says something that his oddity is more comforting than not. )
Okay. I got this. Prepare to be royally amazed.
( He squares up, goofiness washing from his frame, pushing his glasses back up his nose higher to hide the blue. Snake Eyes watches him coming, but Vash is all business when he approaches the table, short, sharp little codewords that he's picked up from listening in the small time they've been here, the lingo he knows from back home. It's quick, rapid-fire, Snake Eyes' hand rests on something just under the table at one point, but Vash doesn't give up. The tension is familiar to him too. Eventually, something passes. Vash flicks a glance over his shoulder, ushering Callisto closer. The market vendor leans forward, holds a business card out between two fingers. This one says you're the buyer. The warehouse two blocks over. Give this to Chip. He'll let you in, show you the wares. I'd do it myself, but market day's market day, that's why we got guys to do the work for us, huh?
Vash, vibrating a little at Callisto's side, wisely stays silent throughout all of this, playing the part well enough besides the thready tension. He even nods at the other guys around the booth, bodyguard to bodyguard, waiting for Callisto to give the nod to leave. Only when they start to walk does he shake out his limbs, pulling a face obscured from the men behind them, wiggling his fingers, his wrists. ) Ugh. So macho! ( Stillness doesn't suit him. ) So, we going to the warehouse boss? Or is that enough for LILITH? I'm good either way.
( Actually, he's deathly curious. Is Chip a nickname? Does it mean something? )
[ don't say that, vash... he's going to be so disappointed if not a speck of blood is to be shed here. it's evident he has his own expectations, and it likely lingers in the way his gaze seems to traverse from head to toe on vash, as if analyzing precisely how long it would take for him to draw his weapon.
well, he supposed if he had that much time to wonder, he'd best expend his time considering all the ways in which this mission could go awry. instead of showing any hint of hesitation, or unease... callisto appears confident. as if he weren't actually concerned with their lives potentially being at stake. but, seeing how the other man seems to stiffen up and display a more severe demeanor, callisto does the same, almost instinctively.
chip, is it? he seems to mull over this, before he releases a heavy exhale. but, he does hold his tongue as promised. even if the desire to interject and ruin it all is definitely there. bubbling beneath the surface. it's very furtive, if the twitch of his lips is any indication of it. he nearly opens his mouth, but vash really is keeping a decent eye on him. it's a shame.
once they end up walking away, he eventually speaks: ] It sounds more like a pet than a genuine title. [ callisto seems to mull over vash's words, before: ] I have no interest in this Chip fellow. However, I'd like to see how far you can take this. ... and since you've done such an excellent job, how could I not return the favor. As you know, I am quite accustomed to speaking in front of the people.
I know all the words to go to war with. [ obviously, he feels like he hasn't given vash a hard enough time.
but, this is where vash can definitely suggest otherwise for his own sanity... ]
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vash.
the supplies they came with feels insufficient considering they don't know for how long this farce would take, but he also isn't one to kick up a complaint about something so trite. instead, he complains about something else. ... except, is that much more substantial? ]
The air is not as chilly as it was in Neo Tokyo. [ a vague observation. ]
Our present state of dress suddenly makes more sense. [ not that he was prone to cold anyway as long as he wore his cape imbued with magic, but in light of blending in, he's wearing something a bit more casual. ] More importantly, are you certain you are skilled at this?
[ being a bodyguard? though, callisto doesn't quite think he needs one and it shows in how lacking in any type of nerves he is. all the more when he wraps his fingers around vash's shoulder. feeling more like a threat than it was anything else.
but, in spite of his words, venturing across these lands was eye-opening in a sense. a bit different than the traveling he did when while at war. for once, he enters a land without the thought of destroying it. ]
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Hm? ( Ah, the noise sounds weird. He clears his throat, swivelling to look at Callisto with his hand still digging into Vash's shoulder. He's sure it's meant to signify something, but Vash is strong, so. It's hardly a bother. ) Oh! Sure. I've done it before. The desert's a big place and sometimes people need help getting across. Especially people who haven't done it before. They're usually afraid of bandits, roaming gangs, so they hire people to deliver them to the next city over. I've done that. And nobody's ever died on my watch! You'll be safe with me.
( A bright smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, his energy a little flatter than it had been at the Gala. He's just glad to be doing something, had jumped at the chance to get off base when asked. Clapping his hands together he peers at Callisto from behind the orange of his glasses. ) Okay, your highness - that's right, right? - what do you want to do first? Subterfuge or gathering?
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but, that doesn't stop a slight quirk of his own brow, before taking in vash's words. his own grip naturally loosening ever so slightly, just giving him a light tug as if to make sure he was following him step for step. ] Even if someone had died, there would be no one left to vouch for them...
[ because picking out statements like that is easy work for the crown prince. but, that said, he does notice the lack of usual enthusiasm, even if he may not say it. ] That's correct. Is "subterfuge" your specialty? For some reason, I do not picture you as a man of deceit.
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( Because he understands suspicious bastards and he has a feeling Callisto is a Suspicious Bastard ( affectionate ). So it's no skin off Vash's nose to be a little more sincere, a little kinder when they talk. He'll work him around. ) Oh, uh. I mean if it needs it? Sometimes you have to find out things without people knowing why, right? And as long as nobody gets hurt I'm sure it's fine. ( There's something fallible about that - because people could get hurt from lies. People probably have. But Vash always thinks the better of the rest of the world. That or he doesn't look too closely at the problems he might cause. ) I'm all for being sneaky if we need to though! Do you have a plan?
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that might be what tickles him about the idea that vash seems set on making good on his words, regardless. there's probably a life lesson wedged in there somewhere, but callisto doesn't delve into it for once. ] Sometimes I do wonder just what's in that head of yours. "Nobody gets hurt," is it? [ he repeats this in a way one would re-recite a funny joke. it's not a joke, though. ... and he knows they both are aware of that fact.
maybe it's good vash is here, and that callisto is just in the mood to humor his his pacificism. ]
Then let's see what there is at the market. [ for starters— ] We can follow one of the people of interest around, see where it is that they manufacture their medications, and steal it right from under them?
[ it seemed more effective than hunting the worm parts themselves, didn't it? besides, it also cut the hunters off from their source. two birds with one stone. ... the question is— are they sneaky enough? well, they're about to find out. ]
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Well, he has his doubts.
So instead he refocuses on Callisto, endlessly curious about the man. ) Have you ever done anything like this before? Followed people, I mean? You sort of don't strike me as the kind of guy who's done a lot of sneaking. Not that it's necessarily a bad thing. You have an aura. ( He needs to stop trying to fix things. ) Also we probably need a story. Do you think you could fake an ailment? Then when we ask around it's more believable. Fake cough for me?
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it's definitely on the logistics of getting in. all the more ramped up in difficulty knowing they couldn't simply barge their way in, blade and other weaponry in tow. so vash's question does end up being a welcome one. ] No. [ ... ] At least not like this. In war, you do any number of things. If I could recall each one, we would be here all night. [ which probably means he isn't going to be good at it. at least they've now established that.
faking an ailment. there's definitely some irony in it, if just because he recalls how the duke's daughter used "lead poisoning" and the common flu as a way of denying his invitations for so long. and so, with great gusto (or not) he turns to vash and with a completely serious face. ]
I'm ill. [ that's it.
it sounds more like a command than someone who is actually sick. but, surely if one is demanding enough, they could be allowed anywhere. ]
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Okay, not that then.
( The face he pulls is magnificent, a spasm of feeling as though if he could call upon the heavens right then and there he would. A second passes, two, and then he shoves his hands in the pockets of his coat, scanning the people milling about as he ushers Callisto into walking again. Even as relaxed as he is there's a certain level of watchfulness now they're out in the open, mostly away from all the other Outsiders. He smiles a little in passing to one woman before his gaze skips to a cluster of men spilling out from a casino, careful in his assessment. )
Someone else is ill. You're just here because you've heard on the grapevine that they've got a whole bunch of miracle cures going on. But you're new to the city and don't exactly know where to start. I'm your bodyguard. So we don't get too complicated, and besides that gives people the impression you've got money, right? That'll do most of the work for us. ( A hum. ) Do you have money? They might want us to make a purchase first so they know we're legitimate, but if we aim for something small that could work. Something more cosmetic.
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why is that reaction so unpleasant? despite the fact that he knows he isn't exactly the best as expressing any hint of a vulnerability, including fake ones, it doesn't mean he wants his attempts discounted either. his own brows seem to furrow with what might have been offense, before he's pushed into moving his feet once more by vash's motions for him to continue forward.
was his acting so dissatisfactory???
he asks himself, even when the answer is clear in the silence. ]
Considering you're racking your brain incredibly hard for this, it would be a shame not to indulge you. [ as always, there's a certain air he puts on, but at least it isn't difficult to believe he has money. though opposite to that...
his bank account is looking incredibly sparse. the gala wasn't free. but, thankfully they did have some funds given to them by the research department (or in doubt, their transylvania paycheck). some. so he turns back to vash. ] Who do you think you're speaking with? [ maybe it's precisely because of how they look, they are attracting the eyes of the said group outside of the casino. so he does his best to keep on moving, as if they aren't actually watching them with some vague semblance of interest. or... something beyond that. ] Cosmetic? Like a worm's eye? [ why that... ]
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( Not that spotting fakes does Vash any good, when he gives all of his money to the people anyway. He figures if they're desperate enough to try then they need it more than him. At least here, now, most of his paycheck is going to the orphanage, so he can't exactly be played. )
We buy something like that, we make a big fuss about how we were looking for something more potent, more helpful, then they should lead us to wherever we need to go? A lot of these places usually have like, higher ups? ( He means like a gang. ) For security, so they'll all be in each other's business anyway. We should get lucky.
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that may be concerning in its own right, but callisto seems to brush it off easily enough. ] Your definition of wealth leaves a lot to be desired, but that seems easy enough. Regardless, value is often how it is perceived. I propose we buy the first unusual thing, and then chalk it up to being incredibly valuable. [ if art is subjective...
surely so is everything else that can be bought on the black market? though, his gaze lingers on vash. ] If all does not go well, we could always pretend I'm selling you. [ your *** services as a bodyguard, that is.
he doesn't clarify. ] So let's hope we find something.
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( And if he's privately hoping it takes a great deal of thought to keep his own from wandering well, Callisto doesn't seem like a guy with telepathic powers. But they round a corner, Vash immediately relaxing in the chaos of the open market. At first glance no one looks too suspicious, so he just nudges the other man very gently in the side and starts steering him to the first booth. It doesn't look like anything made of body parts, but he does get momentarily distracted by shot glasses with pictures of worms on it.
Mostly he keeps Callisto in the corner of his eye though, sticking close. )
See anything you like? ( He lifts something up, quickly realises they're a pair of fluffy car-ornaments in the shape of felt breasts, drops them immediately again. ) Not those. ( A few of the stalls are quite clearly tourist traps, his gaze swings towards the heart of the stalls, pointing. ) Maybe over here?
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when he feels the nudge, he moves on. while he could have very well found offense in the idea of him being led around without his permission, he supposed vash was fitting the role of a bodyguard quite well. ... hence, he doesn't voice any qualms. just seems to watch him with a sense of interest. only for vash to pick up ... a pair of bosoms?? hello?? ]
You do know what we came here for, don't you? [ he walks to the next stall, picking up something that looks curiously like a gem. apparently, they're made from crushing scales and bones of smaller kaiju. whether it's true or not, he says: ] I'll take this. [ whether it's fortunate or not, the person manning this stall prattles on about how it's an excellent choice. guaranteed to increase the stamina and libido of any young man.
... are they being misunderstood? whatever the case, it's too late to go back on it now. ]
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( He pulls a face, mock-outraged and not even remotely serious. ) Hey, if you don't wanna be called something don't go offering it out to unsuspecting people as a trap. Anyway, has nobody ever given you a nickname before? It's a thing buddies do. Friendly.
( He's been given countless nicknames throughout his long life. Not all of them have been complimentary. But he means it more as an inside joke than anything harmful, though he makes a mental note to re-tailor his humour for Callisto. He has the feeling he's not experienced a lot of gentle ribbing. Though wisely, when their stall-keeper starts talking about libidos, Vash keeps very silent. He does go a little red, a little fidgety, but that's by the by. )
Is that the nature of everything here? ( To the person currently fleecing Callisto for his cash, Vash all friendly charm and bright smiles. ) Not that we're not interested, we are. But my friend here needs something a little stronger.
( There are pills, the stall owner starts, to help make him rigid. Vash makes a noise like a dying helium balloon. ) No, no. He's fine. Not like that. Look at him. That's a specimen, right? ( He pats Callisto firmly on the shoulder, like he's maybe a horse about to be sold. ) No, it's something else. Medicinal. And not to do with his di - his stamina. Isn't that right? We heard sometimes when doctors aren't doing what you need a place like this is the one to come to. For a little help.
sorry for my lateness!!!
[ friendly.
he isn't sure if its the sheer audacity of the idea of someone, anyone attempting to be "friendly" with him that gets him thinking in overdrive. or, if it's the the fact that he isn't as bothered as he thinks he should have been. it's why, he doesn't actually deign it with a response, if just so that he feels like he makes no actual concessions here.
which is why when he sees vash display his unbridled abashment that his lips do quirk upwards in the smallest touch of ironic humor. except, it dissolves once he realizes that this is about him? hello? the owner of the stall seems to peer between vash and callisto, his eyes particularly focused on vash's hand on his shoulder. if he wasn't desiring their relationship to be misconstrued, it looks like he may not get what he wants out of this exchange. ] ... And how would you know what I need and don't? If I did not know any better, it's like you've experienced everything yourself.
[ on the bright side, it seems this awkward "disagreement" at least made the topic of searching for non-stamina pills far less suspicious. the shopkeeper seems to mull over this for a few second before concluding: for something like that, you might want to try going down to that one structure over there. i can tell you more, but are you buying? ] Normally casting royalty as a impotent would be a crime punishable by death, but you're lucky. As I said, we'll take it. [ not him...
not disguising himself well at all. but, why does it seem like they're a couple going back and forth about this stamina pill. ]
u r absolutely all right i will wait FOREVER
( He still takes Callisto's unfortunate purchase for him, discreet paperbag and the little bottle tucked inside. But then it's back to his winning smile, sunny personality rising. ) Down that way, right?
( Yeah, yeah. Guy named Snake Eyes. He deals with the stronger stuff. ) Snake Eyes! Sounds friendly. Okay, thanks for this. We really appreciate the uhh, help? ( Skedaddling, exit stage right, snagging Callisto as he goes. ) Man, I thought you said you'd done this before!
( Had he? Either way Vash is going to be appalled. ) Although I guess maybe they'll think you're easily led astray now? That could work in our favour.
bless u.... picks u up and raises u up!!
he watches as vash pockets away the "goods" before they receive the next piece of intel. understanding where it is they can meet this individual was a step in the right direction at the very least. perhaps, investigating the immediate structure would also yield a kernel of information.
but, he does have to address one thing. ] Funny. I didn't realize it was the job of a bodyguard to criticize the one they were meant to serve? [ opposite to his words, he does follow along with vash, and he does keep his voice relatively hushed until they're out of earshot. ]
Yes, and it looks like you got something to help you with your condition. See, there are perks for your loyalty. [ a joke...
except, it's not exactly funny as they carry onwards to the next place. he keeps at a distance, however, hoping they could scope it out first. ]
asdhsj 🥰
( If he's escorting anybody it's famed Humanoid Typhoon. Someone who is loud, a glaring spot in the wide open desert. Not exactly the greatest at hiding but enough of a deterrent.
But he does burst into riotous laughter at the last bit, patting his pocket. ) Sure. I mean not that I need it. For either reason.
( Sex isn't high on his list of his priorities. Here or back home. )
Okay, so your highness, what way do you wanna call this one then? If my bodyguarding is so bad.
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it certainly does get callisto thinking back on their initial conversation. it does sound like vash had their own set of troubles. then again, considering his open and overly helpful character, it'd be stranger if he hadn't. though, he doesn't exactly verbalize this beyond— ] If you are desiring raving reviews for your performance, I will have to let you know that our work here isn't done.
[ at the second statement, he just tilts his head.
a conversation he might have to revisit later. imaging a text waking him at midnight with not a "u up?" but—
"have you utilized the wares from our recent mission?"
"were you able to perform?"
"was there truly no one you desired?"
an issue reserved for another time. as for his own definitions. ]
Escorting. [ not unlike how a nobleman or knight might escort a noblewoman.
... or. ] It's a bit too early to consider you a knight, after all.
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( Whether it means something different to Vash will remain an eternal mystery, his face could just be deeply set into amusement around Callisto. For all the royal's gruffness he is kind of fun to hang around, the gunslinger certainty doesn't mind the unpredictableness of what might set him off next, it's even kind of a little enjoyable trying to navigate the rough sands of propriety. So he merely grins, eyebrow cocking. )
Wait, is a knight an attainable goal? Because I've read about those! Rem gave us books full of fairy tales when we were learning to read. And I know one! Or I think he's a knight. He didn't tell me how he got to become one though.
( But they're still walking, and at the mouth of an off-shoot of the market he pauses, peering down to what looks like a crowded stall. The man sitting lazily to one side looks fairly normal, but it's the tattoo on his face that draws Vash's attention. Two dice. Dotted once each. ) Oh, Snake Eyes. Got it. ( He sweeps his gaze more thoroughly over him, noting the very obvious gun attached to the man's hip. Someone clearly not afraid of confrontation, and not worried about being caught. ) Maybe you should stay here.
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but, just like vash, his own mirth is palpable enough. as if his words were a joke between friends rather than a warning to do better. either way, it's difficult to ascertain his intentions, even if the way in which he brushes it off seems good natured enough. when they stop walking, his eyes stray to where vash's does.
... you'd think they take a course on how to be a stereotypical villain. why do they feel the need to brand themselves so obviously?
not unlike a dagger with a family's symbol on it used as a murder weapon. ]
Stay? And leave you entirely alone to the fun? [ boldly, he steps up.
his own hand also is within fair reach of his sword. the moment the man reaches for the gun, he has full intention of lopping his head off, and it's probably clear in callisto's gaze. ] Besides, I have my ways about me. It would be a shame to find him dead before we gain the information we desire, however.
[ is vash dealing with both callisto and snake eyes... maybe. ]
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But for now he's too busy focusing on Callisto, eyes narrowed in the way of all babysitters before him. It's not that he's not used to being around gun-happy people, Wolfwood is his best friend and even before that he'd met certain characters. He knows how humanity is. But there's a very specific glint in his new buddy's eye that kind of reminds him of when his brother would decide on something wholly unhinged for the fun of it - back before there was no fun to be had - and so the assessing look morphs into an abrupt squawk of sound, a low hiss. )
No murder! ( Like a harried sibling suggesting that no, we can't give the people in cryosleep funny little haircuts, Rem would be sad. ) We're doing this the sensible way so we can come back if we need to, okay? Besides, I only have six bullets on me.
( He'd bail Callisto out, is the problem. )
Just - ( A flap of his hand. ) - Look pretty. I'll do the talking.
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For someone claiming no murder, you seem to carry along your gun quite well. [ it's clear it isn't a compliment, and more of a statement in which he readily points out the hypocrisy of their situation. yet, he also does seem to shrug along as he has been doing thus far. ]
But, you're in luck. I did want to see just what my bodyguard is capable of. Especially, if you're confident enough to only carry around six bullets. That must mean you know each one will hit its mark.
[ it's an undeniably attractive prospect to see if vash would indeed shoot a man down if he had to. if callisto were perfectly honest, it's something he'd like to see. whether it's the desperation or the bloodlust. but, now was not the time for such considerations.
as a final act of his agreement, he leans in close, letting his hand just barely touch and give the back of vash's neck a squeeze if it's allowed. if not, it's not skin off his back. is it supposed to be reassuring? maybe. ] Then I'll leave it up to you.
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Though, a huff of laughter at the squeeze, the still rabbit-ness of Vash's unearthliness breaking free to his usual spasm of movement. Weird, Callisto is so weird. Maybe it says something that his oddity is more comforting than not. )
Okay. I got this. Prepare to be royally amazed.
( He squares up, goofiness washing from his frame, pushing his glasses back up his nose higher to hide the blue. Snake Eyes watches him coming, but Vash is all business when he approaches the table, short, sharp little codewords that he's picked up from listening in the small time they've been here, the lingo he knows from back home. It's quick, rapid-fire, Snake Eyes' hand rests on something just under the table at one point, but Vash doesn't give up. The tension is familiar to him too. Eventually, something passes. Vash flicks a glance over his shoulder, ushering Callisto closer. The market vendor leans forward, holds a business card out between two fingers. This one says you're the buyer. The warehouse two blocks over. Give this to Chip. He'll let you in, show you the wares. I'd do it myself, but market day's market day, that's why we got guys to do the work for us, huh?
Vash, vibrating a little at Callisto's side, wisely stays silent throughout all of this, playing the part well enough besides the thready tension. He even nods at the other guys around the booth, bodyguard to bodyguard, waiting for Callisto to give the nod to leave. Only when they start to walk does he shake out his limbs, pulling a face obscured from the men behind them, wiggling his fingers, his wrists. ) Ugh. So macho! ( Stillness doesn't suit him. ) So, we going to the warehouse boss? Or is that enough for LILITH? I'm good either way.
( Actually, he's deathly curious. Is Chip a nickname? Does it mean something? )
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well, he supposed if he had that much time to wonder, he'd best expend his time considering all the ways in which this mission could go awry. instead of showing any hint of hesitation, or unease... callisto appears confident. as if he weren't actually concerned with their lives potentially being at stake. but, seeing how the other man seems to stiffen up and display a more severe demeanor, callisto does the same, almost instinctively.
chip, is it? he seems to mull over this, before he releases a heavy exhale. but, he does hold his tongue as promised. even if the desire to interject and ruin it all is definitely there. bubbling beneath the surface. it's very furtive, if the twitch of his lips is any indication of it. he nearly opens his mouth, but vash really is keeping a decent eye on him. it's a shame.
once they end up walking away, he eventually speaks: ] It sounds more like a pet than a genuine title. [ callisto seems to mull over vash's words, before: ] I have no interest in this Chip fellow. However, I'd like to see how far you can take this. ... and since you've done such an excellent job, how could I not return the favor. As you know, I am quite accustomed to speaking in front of the people.
I know all the words to go to war with. [ obviously, he feels like he hasn't given vash a hard enough time.
but, this is where vash can definitely suggest otherwise for his own sanity... ]
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