My name is Vash Zwingli, I represent the country of Switzerland. Don't be afraid to drop in and say hello, I promise I won't shoot at you. (Unless you're that blasted half-dressed Italian.... or that annoying Prussian, or that stupid lady-like Austrian.) This blog may contain NSFW sometimes. If you wish to RP, do not be afraid to ask.

Touch my sister and you'll find bullet holes throughout your entire body.

Charred Musk

The odor of past smokers still stained the air, accompanying the room’s grim atmosphere. Vash leaned back in his chair, throwing his arm across his face. Smoking never crossed his mind, after all, he never had a reason to, yet there was something about the smell that gave him clarity and relief.

  • 21 April 2013
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