#tigerstriped

When his eyes open again though, Vash is-- definitely not in his living room. The sun is high and bright in the sky, heat pressing down and oppressive in an all-too-familiar way, and instead of soft cushions beneath him Vash is met with the grit of sand under his palm. If it weren't for the singular sun in the sky as his gaze shot upwards, he would have thought that he'd suddenly been sent back home-- though that doesn't stop the panicked thumping of his heart in his chest even as he realizes that he can't possibly be back on No Man's.

But-- it doesn't look like Umber, either, as he glances around. The architecture doesn't quite match up-- does look closer to No Man's rather than not, at least from where he's sitting here in this-- uh. Alleyway? He's still not even sure how he got here all of a sudden--

"There he is!"

Huh. That's weird. Been a while since he's heard that, but he hasn't done anything worth that sort of response as of late, nor in a good long while, so--

"Get him!"

Vash whips around at the waist at the sudden sound of several sets of boots against the ground, an unfortunately familiar one, and all of them coming towards him.

"What!?!"

In less than a second Vash is scrambling up onto his feet, sprinting of fin the other direction. "I didn't even do anything!" he wails. "Honest this time! I don't even know where I am!"

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Spike!

You'll be housed in APARTMENT 319.

You'll be given a bb gun and a 1/100 scale model of your swordfish ii (assembly required).

You just found him like this? -- @tigerstriped

“Found everyone like this,” she said. No one in the bar was moving, because everyone in this little hole in the wall had either run, or died in the gunfire. The part of town bad enough the cops weren’t even on their way yet. This was not the level of violence Julia took on when she went after bounties. 

Typically she swept in, took low hanging fruit like bail jumpers, who usually just followed her along to the police station once she showed up for them. The payouts weren’t big, but the cases were so easy she could do enough of them a day that well ... her low hanging fruit kept the ship in food and fuel, which in turn meant Julia had successfully won Jet over. 

Low hanging fruit though meant no violence like this. No dead bounties. No shot up bars. “You know the hell of it is though, he was dead before the bar got shot up.” She pointed to the gun shot wounds on the guy’s back but didn’t touch the body. “If he’d died when everyone else did, there’d be more blood,” she said.