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meryl stryfe. ([personal profile] petitejournalism) wrote in [personal profile] chlorokyll 2023-05-23 12:09 am (UTC)

[ her breath catches in her throat in that moment when he begins coming at her — she was somewhat prepared for this sort of thing happening, mentally, but it feels like a train coming full-force at her when it actually happens. that feeling passes quick, when vash moves to tackle him to the ground, and her expression instead turns to some form of panic as she watches. ]

V-Vash!

[ rope?? he needs rope?? okay, okay, rope, rope. meryl begins spinning where she's at, jumping in place from the adrenaline, frantically looking everywhere in the vicinity to find some rope for vash to use. tiny little string holding up a sign? no, this is knives. can't use that. some random person's necklace? also no. quick, meryl. ]

Aaah, rope! Come on, rope!

[ where's!! the!! rope!!

it's after a few moments of that (what feels like an absolute eternity to her) that she spots some coiled rope held upon some sort of adventuring NPC's waist, and without even a second thought, she rushes toward it, yanks it off, and runs toward where vash and his brother are fighting, getting as close as she safely can. ]


Vash! I got it! What do you need?!

[ if he tells her to throw it to him, she will without hesitation. if he needs her help in getting him tied, she'll do that too. whatever he needs. ]

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