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[nomansjudge]

@amoirsetpacis | Archimedes Ward, Savior's Respite

Exploration is, and has always been for Humans, a must for understanding one's new surroundings. Zazie absolutely hates that they have to do this. The entire silence from being cut off from their own network was starting to wear ever so thin on their nerves. ...Funny, they rarely thought they had any.

Zazie finds themselves buzzing their way up to this spot they heard locals talk about - this Savior's Respite - and abruptly stops. Then drops to the ground.

A red coat like the one the stranger before them wasn't rare, but the person themselves... they smelled of rotting plant. Not entirely, but it was there under the Human. They could have brushed it off, but with the color of their hair...

It struck a memory of the fossilized, dead, plant that had been left behind in an abandoned ship. Knives' ideal sanctuary, they remember calling it.

"You reek," they say, not bothering to let their visible pupil dilate to a more Human appearance. "Like a dying plant."

[teenymagic]

All she has is her pen, a journal, and only her crystal ribbons spell. Richeh had wandered away form her her house, or what the person that dropped her off said her house was. What a liar.

Richeh absolutely hates it here. It's not home. It's not her Atelier. So she sets herself down on a bench - not noticing the adult next to her- as she pouts.

"I want to go home."

@amoirsetpacis - look a child

[stungunmillie]

@amoirsetpacis

It had been a hell of a week for Millie, a week of trying to get her bearings, asking questions of anyone would answer, of exploring the city (and looking for a job, or steady source of odd jobs, but she wasn't in a hurry on that front). Finally, she made it out of the Golden Ward where her apartment was, and into the Fibonacci Ward--and what a ward it was. The skyscrapers boggled her mind; she'd heard vague scraps of legends about long-ago far-away Earth, but never in her life did she think it would look like this. Lost Technology was everywhere--and as she explored the world with wide eyes, before she knew it, Millie had found herself on a train.

The speed of the transit was dizzying, just as dizzying as the stations. Millie picked a stop at random and got off, and wandered away from the platform and station, and even thirty minutes later, still felt like she hadn't gotten her land-legs back yet. This place...! There was just so much! Her head was spinning.

She almost missed him walking past. But a 6'8" silhouette--especially with those big, bright eyes of his, and his predilection for bright red coats--was hard to miss.

"Oh? Mr. Vash? Mr. Vash!" Millie's whole face lit up with delight as she turned and trotted towards him--and then when she was arm's reach away, she stopped dead.

And stared.

And spluttered.

"What--your hair--what in the world--what--"

"WHAT'N THE DAMN HELL DID Y'DO TO YER HAIR?!"

In the back of her mind, Millie could hear her mother's voice, talk proper! But this farm girl had had a hell of a week.

[tornticket]

@amoirsetpacis

"Vash."

The soft call of his name is soon followed by a hearty chuckle. If it isn't audible, it's visually evident in the way the tear-patterned cloak shakes with laughter. Whatever form his brother would take, it was inevitable for them to meet again. Did the older Plant pass his counterpart on the way here? Had his very presence been sensed by the other Plants? Thinking of another possibility—that perhaps his twin had spoken much of him to the others—filled Knives' heart with joy and gratitude.

He makes no closer approach to the Stampede facing him now. It isn't out of fear for that stormy expression on the older Plant's face, since he has never feared Vash. Rather, he's content to stand there and simply look at him, tall and old and hair turned dark.

Despite the hooded figure smiling and watching, the reverse-grip on the knife he's yet holding is tensing up, the blood on his other hand dried and stuck to his skin.

[blankticket]

Not good…!

Breaking news—the terrible, devastating kind—the customer ( @amoirsetpacis ) two spaces ahead of Vash's definitely just bought the last donut. Instantly the bakery feels like a traitorous environment: what sort of messed up world allows for this to happen to him, specifically?!

"Ah! Aah! Waiiiit, nononono—"

Ever the sacrificial lamb, Vash takes the noble sacrifice of stepping out-of-line to block the way of the newest paying customer, trying to stop such a coveted pastry from being consumed so hastily.

Behind him, the queue marches on heartlessly, without missing a beat; heedless of his dramatic rescue. It's alright if he has to go this alone. But there must be a way to stop this.

"Please…! Don't… don't leave me…"

His watery eyes, his lost-tech hand reaching out with splayed fingers, make it clear he's focused solely on the donut. It's like he's completely unaware of the guy holding it fair and square.

[fastfishloosefish]

Ishmael clutches a BLT as he leaves the sandwich store, blinking at the light. He's following a step after the person behind him in line, already having chosen the recipient of his next tirade.

"I am disappointed, you know," he grumbles as he unwraps the sandwich, quickening his pace to match @amoirsetpacis's long strides. "Who would've expected a sandwich shop to not sell hot dogs?"