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[nomansjudge]

@blaedes | The Mistwood

It is silent in Zazie's head - save for their own singular thoughts. Annoying, and concerning. Disorenting, they might even say if they were particularly asked about it.

But they had seen on the piece of what Humans had called "Lost Technology" that the beings that ran this place had oh so graciously given them that Knives was here. It didn't tell them where to find the Plant, but they knew his proclivities.

So the lanky, teenaged host body had set out on a mission to find Knives... specifically to annoy him. If they were stuck here without their entire network, then they'll just have to figure things out the way Humans had to.

Knives would hear the buzzing of the wings before they saw the host of the Worms set on the ground next to them. The mask peels away to reveal a smirk on the teen's face, pupils slitted in that familiar beastial look.

"Kniiiives-samaaa~" They say, a giggle following after. "Is this where you've crammed yourself?"

[blankticket]

@blaedes

He shouldn't even be here.

This half-hearted daytime visit to a certain house in Fibonacci had enough of an often-trodded path for his walk to be automatic. It left ample room for doubt-filled daydreams, second guesses that slowed or hurried his pace here and there.

Lost only in figurative direction, reluctant steps later stumble—then stop—directly into the errant path of fate.

The unexpected sight of his twin at a near-distance severed any haze of reverie, then; in the many nightmares that had plagued the Typhoon for years on end, this encounter was never so mundane.

This time, his brother's alone. The scar wrapped around his neck... It's missing, leaving Vash to be its sole inheritor.

Through the flash of shock and recognition, the marksman's mind races through threat assessment, a plan of action, follow-through.

He waits. When the shade of his coat catches Millions Knives' searching eyes, Vash chooses to turn and run, back the way he came.

[madeupxmemory]

@blaedes | Nom Ranching

While it was not as cold here as it had been other places, Namine is still huddled in just her soft blue scarf. No parka in sight. But she had heard about what was going on here around this Eternal Tree, and she knew she had to see it for herself.

The young blonde girl stares up in awe at the mischevious little sweet treats bouncing around. Running into things, knocking stuff over, and pelting themselves into passers-by. It feels too surreal.

Until she sees one pelt itself right into a blonde, spikey haired male’s face. The young Nobody trots up to him, already concerned.

“Are you alright? It didn’t hit you too hard, did it?”

[stungunmillie]

@blaedes

"Oh?"

It's been an eventful week for Millie Thompson. Landing in a foreign place with no idea how you got there? Not par for the course for a normal girl who's just done her best to do right by her family, her friends, and her self, and has no greater aspirations than that. Especially eventful considering the place she landed in has water and plant life and weather. And amenities of civilization and technology that Millie has scarcely dreamed of.

Meeting new people has been eventful, too. But then again, so has meeting the same people. Today proves to be no exception.

"It's funny, you look an awful lot like someone I know," the big girl offers the stranger out of absolutely nowhere. "Except you're paler than Mr. Vash, and your birthmark mole is on the other eye, and your hair is paler, and your hair is shorter, and your eyes are paler, and you look like you smelled something bad instead of Mr. Vash's pretty smile. But it's uncanny! You could be his twin brother or something!"