[It had been so many months since Octovern. Almost a year. Long enough that Vash had recovered and finally made his way back out into public and had managed to shake the people who'd been following him. And he might have just continued to wander aimlessly, only...there was one place he had to see, first. One person he wanted to look in on, though he knew he was far beyond the need for care or worries or concern, now. But the weight was still heavy on his chest, and there were still feelings he was struggling to make sense of now that he was gone. So he wanted, just once, now that things had settled and he might have time to process it all, to go back, sit down, and have a proper good bye before disappearing back into the desert before anyone knew he'd been there and could disturb the grave.
Which was why, when the shaking started and the thunder cracked inside of his head, he was walking East, towards the orphanage, his coat tucked inside of his rucksack and a simple shirt and pair of pants in place of his leather gear in the hopes of avoiding detection for as long as possible. He was climbing over a pile of rubble in the path when the voices filled his brain, and for a second he thought he was having a flashback, and he stumbled as his foot caught on the stone and sent him lunging forward into the sand. This was different, though, not the same, but close enough to the cries for help that he'd heard in Octovern that it left him dazed long enough for the rumbling to start. And then he felt the world shift on a molecular level, so close to the way it felt to use his own powers but on such a grand scale that he had a moment of panic before a clap of thunder sent it all crashing back down to reality.
When the fog began lifting from his brain, he found himself whole despite the momentary fear that he'd lost control of his own powers that the event had caused, and he crouched in the sand for a moment, letting himself get reacquainted with reality before a distant, strangely familiar voice managed to bring him out of his daze. He dragged himself to his feet, taking a moment to dust himself off and then glanced up just as the sound of feet racing through the sand reached his ears.
That was the moment he had the second biggest shock of the day, and he visibly recoiled at a figure he'd only ever seen in the mirror, running toward him from the direction of the orphanage. Only the hair on the man in front of him was much lighter than the hair he'd seen in the mirror that morning before checking out of the inn he'd stayed at.
Startled and confused, he dropped into a defensive position, raising his left arm, palm outward in a warding gesture as he glared out through bewildered eyes.]
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Which was why, when the shaking started and the thunder cracked inside of his head, he was walking East, towards the orphanage, his coat tucked inside of his rucksack and a simple shirt and pair of pants in place of his leather gear in the hopes of avoiding detection for as long as possible. He was climbing over a pile of rubble in the path when the voices filled his brain, and for a second he thought he was having a flashback, and he stumbled as his foot caught on the stone and sent him lunging forward into the sand. This was different, though, not the same, but close enough to the cries for help that he'd heard in Octovern that it left him dazed long enough for the rumbling to start. And then he felt the world shift on a molecular level, so close to the way it felt to use his own powers but on such a grand scale that he had a moment of panic before a clap of thunder sent it all crashing back down to reality.
When the fog began lifting from his brain, he found himself whole despite the momentary fear that he'd lost control of his own powers that the event had caused, and he crouched in the sand for a moment, letting himself get reacquainted with reality before a distant, strangely familiar voice managed to bring him out of his daze. He dragged himself to his feet, taking a moment to dust himself off and then glanced up just as the sound of feet racing through the sand reached his ears.
That was the moment he had the second biggest shock of the day, and he visibly recoiled at a figure he'd only ever seen in the mirror, running toward him from the direction of the orphanage. Only the hair on the man in front of him was much lighter than the hair he'd seen in the mirror that morning before checking out of the inn he'd stayed at.
Startled and confused, he dropped into a defensive position, raising his left arm, palm outward in a warding gesture as he glared out through bewildered eyes.]
Woah hey, no, that's close enough, friend!