[ wolfwood looks just as dumbfounded. for one long moment, all the mirrors seem to return to normal, and repeated down the hallways is nothing but dozens of vashes staring at dozens of wolfwoods. he swallows hard, and a beat later the images in the mirror start to shake, reverberating waves that echo across all the mirrors on the wall. the waves, not unlike a droplet of water falling into a pail, wipe the reflections clean.
fucking weird.
wolfwood sighs, pushes himself away from the wall he's pressed against. his back throbs in soft complaint, and he gets the feeling he's gonna be bruised there soon enough. ]
Yeah... 's me. Don't sound too excited.
[ can he even blame vash for a lack of enthusiasm? wolfwood's probably the last guy he wanted to see again, after... everything. that begs the question, how is vash even around to run into him again? did he slip out of knives' grasp? how'd he end up in this place-- and what even is this place?
out of the corner of his eye, wolfwood thinks he sees the image in one of the mirrors shift. he grits his teeth. ]
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fucking weird.
wolfwood sighs, pushes himself away from the wall he's pressed against. his back throbs in soft complaint, and he gets the feeling he's gonna be bruised there soon enough. ]
Yeah... 's me. Don't sound too excited.
[ can he even blame vash for a lack of enthusiasm? wolfwood's probably the last guy he wanted to see again, after... everything. that begs the question, how is vash even around to run into him again? did he slip out of knives' grasp? how'd he end up in this place-- and what even is this place?
out of the corner of his eye, wolfwood thinks he sees the image in one of the mirrors shift. he grits his teeth. ]
You know where to go to get outta this place?