Right so have you ever played saints row 3? Specifically the opening mission where the saints rob a bank while all dressed as Gat "because who wouldn't wanna be johnny Gat" Cuz I keep thinking of the fakes pulling off a heist when someone (probably Gavin) has suggested they all do it dressed as the vagabond. Hilarity with the pre heist banter and then ridiculous news reports as 5 vagabonds pull of a heist accompanied by a 6th female vagabond
Oh man I haven’t but that is amazing. The Fake’s would be so into it too, the second someone floats the idea they’re all in, sourcing jackets and masks, debating pants, brainstorming the most appropriate heist to debut this beautiful nightmare. Best of all; they don’t tell Ryan. He’s off on some job, and even when he returns they keep their planning on the down low, too hyped up to cover the inevitable sniggers and pointed looks but no matter how creatively Ryan asks no one spills the beans.
When the fateful day finally comes around they let Ryan arrive at the meeting place first so they can truly appreciate the range of his reaction as the rest of the crew shows up one by one, all fully decked out and doing their best menacing Vagabond impersonations, complete with ridiculously puffed chests and comically deep grumbles. Ryan’s not exactly impressed at first, wary surprise moving to confusion then annoyance, flaring into a moment of true anger before crumbling into amusement, Ryan laughing just as hard as anyone else when he realises that the true butt of this particular joke isn’t him at all.
The Los Santos police don’t have a pleasant relationship with any of the Fake AH Crew, but there’s no denying that on any given day the mysterious Mercenary is their greatest antagonist. This is an LSPD who have never seen Ryan’s face, have never managed to catch him at all let alone long enough to rid him of that infernal mask, so of course pinning him down in an alley following his attempt to escape the FAHC’s latest bank heist leaves them thrilled. At least until the Vagabond rips off his skull and hurls it away, leaving nothing but a mess of red, white and black paint smeared across a grinning face, the momentary shock of recognition giving Geoff more than enough time to fight his way free.
To say police reports got hazy and confused from this point on is an understatement. A handful of officers are convinced the Vagabond doesn’t even exist, unknown for so long because he is not an individual at all, simply the alter ego of the Fake’s boss or perhaps even a rotation of their known members. Except then of course yet another Vagabond saunters out of the bank and into the street, mini gun whirring as he peppers the area and forces officers to duck for cover, masked head thrown back and cackling the unmistakable wild laughter of Mogar.
In the face of that realisation it isn’t hard to identify the next pair to tumble out of the bank and flank Jones, both dwarfed by their jackets in different ways Dooley and Free are visibly thrilled to enter the fray. As the maskless Ramsey reappears and regroups they’re joined by another pair, one sporting the long flaming red-orange hair of the Firebird, the other making liberal use of Pattillo’s distinctive shotgun. Last but not least comes what can only be the true Vagabond, retrospectively unmistakable in direct comparison, all size and strength and seeping menace as he lifts his gun and joins his crew.
The FAHC are surrounded on all sides now, not that you’d know it from the crew’s attitude, audibly laughing and jeering, seemingly having the time of their lives as they swan about the street. They are all referring to each other as Vagabond, all stomping around and shouting vivid threats that would be horrifying if not for the strange inflections and stutters they’ve all adopted. At one point the true Vagabond stops shooting all together to stalk after Free, sending him scuttling behind Ramsey and cutting off a particularly graphic diatribe about being sexually attracted to diet coke of all things. For the most part though Vagabond prime seems to be enjoying the inexplicable farce as much as anyone in the crew, crowing about good looks and superior talents, assuring his team that he understands because honestly, who wouldn’t want to be the Vagabond?
Still, alarmingly playful interactions aside the tide has to turn eventually, pinned in the FAHC are certainly causing brutal damage but faced with wave after wave of LSPD reinforcements their ammo begins to dwindle, their bodies start to tire. Deadly they may be but at the end of the day they are, after all, only human. They can’t last forever.
Which is, of course, when the final two Vagabond’s make their appearance; a giant, heavily armoured black truck crashing through police barricades like tissue paper, both driver and passenger masked but easy enough to identity for anyone who has spent time studying the FAHC. The driver, with Bragg’s shaggy dip-dyed hair emerging from his black skull, pulls the truck around as the passenger hangs half-way out the window and lays down a spray of covering fire. Collins’ cheerful voice rings out above the chaos, cajoling the Fake’s into the car like a soccer mum gathering her brood, all c’mon kids, say goodbye to the nice officers now it’s time to go home.
By the time the troop of Vagabonds escape, truck packed like a clown car and busting out as easily as it burst in, only the enormous property damage, relentlessly replayed media footage and a truly staggering number of civilian selfies taken with all nine Vagabonds remain to convince the LSPD that the whole bizarre experience wasn’t a collective fever dream.
But Lee Taeyong is one of the cutest fluffiest humans and like he’s so caring and sweet and just wants to take care of ALL the other members and wants to lead them to a great life he’s always trying to cheer them is and cheer us up with his charms and pure softness like he’s secretly 10 sometimes with his cute dances and voices but he’s also this strong rock that’ll turn all serious but helpful and he’s constantly thankful to fans for loving him despite his past but it’s like “nah fam you’re the softest thing ever you don’t need to thank us just keep being you with your lit-ass hiphop voice and your bom dance moves” but he’s like “NO! You’re great and pretty and I love you” and we’re just-
Take a moment of your time.
Appreciate Lee Taeyong.
I can’t help but feel like I’m forgetting something…
So Kairi had stated in KH1 her lack of memories from her home. And I never realized that Kairi didn’t have memories of just the place, but of the people, specifically people like her grandmother. Also, Radiant Garden having been lost, her grandmother would have, with some luck, survived and end up in TT with Leon and the others, right? Just imagine if Sora had unknowingly bumped into her in KH1… Anyway, then I realized: K’s grandma was pretty old, she had gray hair and a slouch. If the heartless didn’t get to her, suppose her age did. Then it becomes this whole process of realizing Kairi doesn’t/can’t remember her own grandmother or even realize she’s probably already passed since it’s been like 10 years. If she ever does happen to remember, then there would be this huge sense of loss and guilt for being unable to remember her own relative… It’s really been messing me up and had to draw something so I can bring it up.
Keyleth opens the shop on Sunday a little early, hoping to entice the people on their way to church with tulips and crocuses, new spring flowers. As she begins setting up the tables outside, she hears the shuffle of small feet, and glances through the open door to see Pike in an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of old sweatpants cupping two mugs. Her face still creased from sleep and her hair swept up into a probably slept in bun. Small hairs frame her smile as she hands Keyleth a mug covered in a floral design. She hops on to the half filled table and pats the spot next to her. She gladly sits on the worn wood and takes a sip of coffee, brewed perfectly, wondering how she deserves such a wonderful person.
“I hope I didn’t wake you”, she says, taking another sip, “I just thought today would be better with an earlier start, and I kinda forgot how loud these tables are after a winter of sitting in the back, and I maybe dropped a pot of tulips on the way out and-”
She’s cut off as Pike gently leans into her side and sighs. Worried Keyleth looks into her face, only to find a sleepy smile and pair of laughing eyes looking back.
“Oh, you definitely woke me. But here now, don’t pull that face, I’d much rather spend my morning watching the sun rise with you than sleep in till noon in a very comfortable bed”. She chuckles as Keyleth looks somewhat guilty for her actions, her face turning to concern for the woman leaning into her.
“Really, it’s okay, I have today off, and it’s better if I actually get up and do something.” She says, sitting up and stretching, only to lean back into Keyleth and return to watching the color rising in the distance.
Keyleth gives a half hearted “If you’re sure” and takes another sip of coffee. They sit in silence for a bit, as the first tendrils of sunlight grace the horizon, eventually leading to a brilliant orange and yellow. She muses on how the sun continues to exist day in and day out, it’s tireless illumination of those that surround it. How it literally and figuratively brightens her day when it sleepily climbs into the sky. How it gives and gives, and expects nothing in return. It’s warmth and it’s radiance and it’s beauty, especially in the wee hours of the morning, and suddenly she’s not quite sure if she’s still thinking of the sun when a slight snore interrupts her thoughts. The weight of Pike now fully on her shoulder, Keyleth smiles and takes in the slight droop of her mouth and coffee mug over half full slipping out of her grasp.
“Oh honey”, she murmurs, gently taking the cup from her hands and placing it next to her. She slides off the table careful to keep Pike upright and manages to lift the other woman into her arms. As she does so, Pike wraps herself around Keyleth, still sound asleep and sighs contentedly. Keyleth takes her back inside, taking the stairs slowly, as to not disturb her exhausted friend.
She makes it to Pike’s bed with only one small misstep, which she was sure was going to send both of them crashing to the ground. Keyleth lays her on the soft blue sheets, and tucks the other blankets around her, finishing her work with a gentle kiss to the forehead which elicits the faintest of smiles from the sleeping woman’s mouth. She gently closes the door and heads downstairs to finish preparing the bouquets to be picked up today.
As the sun finally emerges from the distant mountains, it’s rays manage to find the two forgotten mugs sitting on the table half filled with flowers. The empty one matches the reds and pinks that reside behind them, while the almost full one mirrors the warming rays of the sun that shines on them. A cutesy design of a still rising sun, with the very fine lines of four words arching over it’s rays.