Somehow or another, as it has been since the beginning of time within the particles of the universe, no doubt, Wolfwood has been dragged on another side quest thanks to Vash the Stupid Ass Stampede. This time its, you guessed it, escorting a little old lady across one of the hallways of the Galactica, which can be more or less a street with traffic of warm bodies and various goods instead of steel. Over steel.
He doesn't mind so much, the old lady is curious about where they come from, but some of her questions....at some point he lets Vash handle the rest. He can't be bothered.
And its just as they're passing her through a particularly thick group of people does Wolfwood feel it.
A disturbance in the force. The sensation is so potent he actually stops in the middle of the hall to stare in the distance. Its as if someone walked over his grave. Vash doesn't notice his absence yet as he and the woman continue on, and that's alright.
He doesn't want him to. Because he doesn't want to make this his problem.
Especially given the bad feeling he has in the pit of his belly.
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24/7/15 06:47 (UTC)He doesn't mind so much, the old lady is curious about where they come from, but some of her questions....at some point he lets Vash handle the rest. He can't be bothered.
And its just as they're passing her through a particularly thick group of people does Wolfwood feel it.
A disturbance in the force. The sensation is so potent he actually stops in the middle of the hall to stare in the distance. Its as if someone walked over his grave. Vash doesn't notice his absence yet as he and the woman continue on, and that's alright.
He doesn't want him to. Because he doesn't want to make this his problem.
Especially given the bad feeling he has in the pit of his belly.