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Vincent was a ghost most of the time. The only person he really went out of his way to keep in contact with was Cloud. He was also the only one who knew where Vincent lived. He'd salvaged an apartment in Midgar's ruined sector six and Reeve was making sure he had electricity and water. He made a good life for himself in one of the few remaining apartment buildings, but something felt off as he closed his eyes to sleep.
This dream was completely different from any dream he'd ever had before. Firstly it felt far too real, and secondly there was no scenery...just darkness. He saw the hazy image of a young woman surrounded by a glowing white mist that wouldn't fade. No matter how he waved his hand the mist hardly moved; he blinked as she stopped him. Please. He heard her ask, her hand poking through the mist, cupping something. A large diamond lay in her palm, glowing softly with a faint lavender light. He felt the weight of this decision, this felt like facing down Omega all over again, heavy with purpose. With little further hesitation he reached for the gem and grunted in surprise as it disappeared. It instead embedded itself in Cerberus' grip.
Thank you...knight Valentine.
"How-? NGH!" He hid his eyes as the mist began to turn into light, blinding him. When Vincent lowered his hand he was standing on a dock, unsure if he was awake or asleep until he began walking. The sea spray wet his face, the night was cold, and Vincent was staring up at the skyscrapers of a city he was unfamiliar with. Here I go again...getting myself into situations I shouldn't be in... With a heavy sigh he continued into the city to explore...and find a place to put down roots.
That was a few weeks ago.
Vincent had found an old warehouse, run down and forgotten in the back of the shipping yard, the foreman's office was suspended above the storage floor. Catwalks laced the upper space of the concrete building like a huge spiderweb, but Vincent had made himself a nice little living space here. The office was made up of three rooms, which he had turned into a living room / kitchen area, a crafting area and a bedroom. He could easily move his makeshift work bench into the main room if he had to, but he had to make his bullets and clean his guns somewhere.
All along the catwalks he'd set up targets like a shooting range, after making sure no one could really hear his weapons...that is until they got closer.
He had been occupying his time this evening after being in the wilds hunting with the range, when one of his alarms (a small bell on a tripwire) went off. He froze, glancing over at the bell to decipher which trigger had been set off. He holstered Cerberus and moved along the catwalk quickly to reach the crafting room, some of the monitors and cameras in this building still worked. He wanted to see who had entered...most people just thought this warehouse haunted and wrote off the noises.
He had a feeling he was about to be found out...
Honey Posts ; Vincent Valentine
Vincent stared at the monitors for a few good moments before sighing and shaking his head, standing then swinging himself over the side of the catwalk and landing near Vash. He walked up to the form on the ground then knelt and stared at him until he rolled over. Crimson eyes in the dark flashed as a vehicle passed a window. "Can I help you?" He was honestly trying not to sound as creepy as usual, and Hanzo had been helping him, but in the dark and looming over someone was not the best first impression.
He waited for a response before standing tall again.
"Lucky you didn't trip over another....a few of these aren't so friendly..." Vincent tilted his head ever so slightly at Vash. The gun he'd heard rested on a holster at his side. Three barrels, revolving chamber, thickly padded grip- a magnum from the apparent weight, which would explain the loud discharge. Vincent followed his eyes then huffed, "Don't look so worried...I only really use it when I need to, you haven't given me a reason...yet." Vincent carefully gathered a few of the shells that had fallen, he could reuse them once they cooled. He gave Vash another once over before inquiring about his business here once more.
Honey Posts ; Vincent Valentine
Vincent blinked then his facade cracked a bit. He smiled and shook his head, "You're right...I don't have many wires down, but you did trip the only one that broke." He gestured to the snapped wire. "The others are sturdier...and they're all attached to bells so I know where an intruder is...I'm trying to be less....Me I guess." Yuffie always scolded him for being broody and looming and he'd done it again. He shook his head, "Sorry." Better late than never.
"You remind me of a few of my friends..." Vincent offered his hand to help Vash stand up. "When I moved in this place was abandoned...I fixed it up and made sure no one came by before I set up the range...unfortunately I underestimated how thin the walls are..." He glanced back at Vash. "Most of these are blanks, no powder to be found, but the casings are hard to make." He noticed they were wearing similar clothes too...Vash's red coat matched Vincent's mantle perfectly, almost as if they were once the same style. "Vincent Valentine." He introduced himself after a moment of silent staring between them.
He glanced up at his range and the living quarters therein. "You're the only one who's been brave enough to come in...investigating the ghost claim?...They wouldn't be too far off." He shrugged, he should have died a long time ago. The air around Vincent seemed lighter, he had deemed Vash was not a threat and he could relax a little. "My...roommate is out. You're welcome to stay until he gets back..." Hanzo would not be happy someone found them, but Vincent didn't care. He was used to a large group of overly happy individuals, Hanzo kept him company, but Vash was a breath of familiar fresh air. He had Yuffie's energy, Cloud's wit, and Tifa's optimism in his eyes.
It suddenly made Vincent very homesick.
Vinnie appreciates the sass ; Vincent Valentine
notes: so, blanks would use gunpowder but no bullet which would be safer, but since it's a shooting range I think it's more likely that Vincent is using something like rubber or plastic bullets that can use primer instead of gunpowder to fire, so I went with that - let me know if I need to change anything! | tag: @Vincent Valentine
"You could say that..." Vincent chuckled as Vash continued, nodding lightly. He tried to be a good person anyway. Vash's extra long handshake made Vincent a bit uncomfortable, but he was too polite to pull away. He let Vash look over his rubber casings. "I don't have a way of making them here without spending a large fortune...so I collect them when I'm done." He was enjoying the energy Vash was bringing about....though at the same time it made him anxious. What was going on back home? Was everyone okay? Did Cloud even notice he was missing? He let go of Vash's hand when he felt his grip lessen.
"Vincent Valentine." He introduced in kind., "I should have died so many times it feels like I'm a ghost." He let Vash speak then pointed up when he asked if they lived here. The suspended office above them served as his home. "Yes." He led the way to the stairs. "....You're not injured too badly?" Vincent sighed as they reached the top of the stairs. "I'm used to living like this..." He had squat around before, and in the ruins of Midgar, that was easy. He let Vash look over his firing range, a few of the targets had arrows stuck in them from where Hanzo couldn't get them out of the targets. A few were missing their shafts...blown off by Vincent's bullets.
Vincent led him to the very edge of the catwalk, opening a door and leading him out onto what must have been a loading dock for the upper decks of massive cargo ships. It overlooked the harbor and the city beyond. In the darkness, this was an impressive view. Vincent shrank down to take a seat. "I know how this looks." He glanced up at Vash, his crimson eyes reflecting the moon a moment. "I couldn't get anyone to rent to me." Which wasn't entirely a lie, he hadn't tried any other district, and the land lords here assumed he was a trouble maker. He supposed his attire didn't help. He crossed his arms and leaned on the second rung of the railing, at Vash's knee level. He sighed heavily and watched the water. "Please...keep this to yourself?"
Yes hello my name is Honey and I live in Kansas but know nothing about guns. XD I usually Bow Hunt anyway ; Vincent Valentine
Vincent nodded, "I know better than to be ungrateful for my luck, or the intervention of my friends, and other seemingly divine forces. I only wonder why pick me?" He crossed his arms and smiled softly, the more Vash spoke, the more he was reminded of Yuffie, blindly optimistic, full of energy- and then he was moving closer very quickly making Vincent flinch. He was instantly uncomfortable when Vash's arms were thrown around him, but he made no effort to push him off. His face was deadpan and he cast his crimson orbs up at Vash before scoffing.
"I've moved past it....and I'm not that young, I just look that way." He shook his head and sighed softly as he put his own hands on Vash's arms, trying to steady him and calm his sobbing. "I wasn't an orphan until I was well into my twenties taking care of myself, no cult hurt me, just some scientists trying their hands at cheating god." Vincent shook his head. "I'm not a case for such tears, considering the steps I've taken to move on." He watched Vash then chuckled, "You remind me of one of my close friends...I'm glad to have met you Vash." He let his arm fall back to his side, glancing back out over the harbor.
"I don't deserve such emotion over my story." He raised a brow as he then thought out loud, "So, you know the skeleton of my story...what about yours?"
=_= that's his face right now XD sorry it's short and you had to wait so long ; Vincent Valentine
Vincent started to find Vash increasingly endearing. He had a feeling there was much more to his character that he didn't want to speak of, and that was fine. His words were warm, and he spoke from a place of experience apparently. If his tone was to be believed anyway. His gaze softened and he shook his head slowly. "You have a point." He sighed and wiped Vash's tears, "I'm sorry if it sounds like I'm being pessimistic, it's mostly my tone of voice....I've been told similar things by many." He watched Vash just a moment longer before glancing down at their closeness and then back up at him.
Without another word he took the smallest scoot backwards, just to give himself some space. Not that Vash wasn't a good guy, but Vincent couldn't stand the feeling of being smothered....thirty years in a coffin could do that to you. He got the distinct impression that the comment about his age struck a cord with Vash. "We aren't so different are we?" Vincent tilted his head, "You don't have to explain if you don't want to. There are too many coincidences in our exchange I was just curious as to how many." He shrugged, standing and offering his hand for Vash to stand as well.
"You're also not very good at hiding that you're thinking." He took another glance out over the water. "I don't think I'll be living out here much longer. Something feels like it's about to change I can't quite describe it...but it feels positive." He double checked his prosthetic and made sure to tap each finger to his thumb before glancing back at Vash. There was another moment of silence between them, Vincent now comfortably enjoying the presence of another person. "Don't sell yourself short...If my existence is important and unique then yours is too. Unique in your own way." Another long pause.
"Thank you Vash."
Vincent likes you Vash lol ; Vincent Valentine