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On The First Day
It had been months.
Months of terror, of families ripped apart, refugees racing against the Ark in the sky, against the Plants that had once been their only source of survival on the world and had now been turned against them, raining lightning and death down on them like the hand of a vengeful God. Humanity pushed to the brink, fleeing their homes and communities, waves of refugees fleeing across the sands as more and more towns and cities fell to the reign of destruction that had been biting at their heels every step of the way.
And then, as the last descendants of the survivors of the Big Fall clustered in the city of Octovern, spiilling out into the streets, every available, livable space filled to capacity and beyond, what felt like the final days of humanity began. The sounds of artillery fire filled the air, the sight of the Ark and its grotesque ruler loomed overhead, and in the distant sky high above, the previously-inconceivable reinforcement ships from Earth took up orbit around No Man's Land. Throughout the night, explosions lit up the sky, thundering with deafening reports through the air, and yet the civilians below had settled into a still, terrified, anticipatory silence. They couldn't see, from their perspective, the figures atop the ruins of the Earth's space destroyers that had already fallen to the ground, locked in battle for the future of the people far below. But the sight of Millions Knives high above, terrifying and grotesque with the power of the Plants he had absorbed, was omnipresent, a never-ending threat, the harbinger of doom, biding his time until he could make good on his promise to wipe every last one of them off the face of existence.
And then something had changed.
Electrical currents rippled through the air above the downed ship, carrying screams on the wind. To the people below, Millions Knives' massive form had shifted, writhing, bellowing with unholy rage and pain and despair. And then it begun to unmake itself, shredding, crumbling, tearing itself apart at the seams and floating to the ground in tiny, shining, white particles. Tiny, white feathers drifted on the wind, closer and closer before, one by one, they began to settle to the roofs of the buildings, to the tops of cars and to the streets, and to the heads and faces of the humans staring up from below.
The instant that contact was made between feather and skin, a connection was made; between Human and Plant, between each person standing side by side, minds thrown open in bursts of light and expanding consciousness, and through the doors sprang multitudes of memories spanning hundreds of years. Suffering, laughter, pain, sorrow, joy, enslavement, death, pride, love. The Plants had made the connection to their creators - their keepers - that they had been silently pleading for since their first containment, and with it every man, woman, and child on the surface of the world began to see and feel and hear their stories and their cries for help. They did not want this war, they did not want this destruction. They had seen the promises of vengeance and a paradise for their kind atop the bones of humanity offered by Millions Knives and they had felt the hopes and dreams carried by Vash the Stampede of a kinder, more loving world, and they had made their choice.
Let there be love and peace in this world.
In the chaos that followed, as the bodies of the Plants began tumbling to the ground in a writhing mass and the screams of shock and confusion began to rise from the sea of humanity below, something rippled in the air, a last gasp of those silent voices before the connection was lost.
This was...different. New. As if reality had taken the distraction caused by the calamity below to shift itself sharply to the left, and then snapped. It started at the core of the mass of angelic bodies as men and women began to rush to their aid, a shockwave in the fabric of creation that rumbled silently in the atoms of the world and ricocheted outward, along the ground, through the air, until it had enveloped the entire planet. Time froze for an instant, and to the eyes of all who had the capacity for sight, that leftward shift became manifest, the world doubling on itself as the ground shook beneath their feet.
Wails of confusion and fear rose into the night sky, and for a brief moment, it felt as if the world were about to unmake itself on the molecular level. But then, just as suddenly as it had come, the distortion snapped back into place with a loud, ear-splitting CRACK, and in the stunned silence that followed, only one thing could be certain; things were not the same as they had been mere moments ago, as if everything and yet nothing at all had changed, all at once.
The world of No Man's Land was as it should be, but all across the surface of the planet, pockets of reality had split open, sending the inhabitants of mirrored existences tumbling through wide, unseen rifts. People and places outside of time and space found themselves staggering to their feet in a world that was both foreign and familiar at the same time, found themselves face to face with their own reflection made flesh, tossed about by the pleas of a race reaching across the fabric of creation for aid in putting a stop to a war that had been fought time and time again, across reality after reality, without fail.
Thus began the new chapter in the history of No Man's Land.
[Wherever your character was, whatever they were doing, when the rifts in reality opened, they will have found themselves rocked by a massive earthquake that lastes a few short seconds before settling with a loud crack, like thunder. While no damage will be left in its wake, the characters themselves will realize that though the planet appears to be the same, it will quickly become evident that they are in an alternate reality of the place they call home. Are they standing in the rubble of a once-destroyed city now remade whole? Is the bar they had been taking refuge in suddenly gone, leaving them tumbling to the sand with nothing but their drink in their hand? And what of the friends that had been standing by their side seconds before? This is where your stories begin.]
Months of terror, of families ripped apart, refugees racing against the Ark in the sky, against the Plants that had once been their only source of survival on the world and had now been turned against them, raining lightning and death down on them like the hand of a vengeful God. Humanity pushed to the brink, fleeing their homes and communities, waves of refugees fleeing across the sands as more and more towns and cities fell to the reign of destruction that had been biting at their heels every step of the way.
And then, as the last descendants of the survivors of the Big Fall clustered in the city of Octovern, spiilling out into the streets, every available, livable space filled to capacity and beyond, what felt like the final days of humanity began. The sounds of artillery fire filled the air, the sight of the Ark and its grotesque ruler loomed overhead, and in the distant sky high above, the previously-inconceivable reinforcement ships from Earth took up orbit around No Man's Land. Throughout the night, explosions lit up the sky, thundering with deafening reports through the air, and yet the civilians below had settled into a still, terrified, anticipatory silence. They couldn't see, from their perspective, the figures atop the ruins of the Earth's space destroyers that had already fallen to the ground, locked in battle for the future of the people far below. But the sight of Millions Knives high above, terrifying and grotesque with the power of the Plants he had absorbed, was omnipresent, a never-ending threat, the harbinger of doom, biding his time until he could make good on his promise to wipe every last one of them off the face of existence.
And then something had changed.
Electrical currents rippled through the air above the downed ship, carrying screams on the wind. To the people below, Millions Knives' massive form had shifted, writhing, bellowing with unholy rage and pain and despair. And then it begun to unmake itself, shredding, crumbling, tearing itself apart at the seams and floating to the ground in tiny, shining, white particles. Tiny, white feathers drifted on the wind, closer and closer before, one by one, they began to settle to the roofs of the buildings, to the tops of cars and to the streets, and to the heads and faces of the humans staring up from below.
The instant that contact was made between feather and skin, a connection was made; between Human and Plant, between each person standing side by side, minds thrown open in bursts of light and expanding consciousness, and through the doors sprang multitudes of memories spanning hundreds of years. Suffering, laughter, pain, sorrow, joy, enslavement, death, pride, love. The Plants had made the connection to their creators - their keepers - that they had been silently pleading for since their first containment, and with it every man, woman, and child on the surface of the world began to see and feel and hear their stories and their cries for help. They did not want this war, they did not want this destruction. They had seen the promises of vengeance and a paradise for their kind atop the bones of humanity offered by Millions Knives and they had felt the hopes and dreams carried by Vash the Stampede of a kinder, more loving world, and they had made their choice.
Of course, but...what would he do at a time like this?
I wonder if he'll laugh again
I wonder if he'll follow his ideals again.
I see. You all know him as well. That young man with a gentle smile.
Little Red Brother.
Let there be love and peace in this world.
In the chaos that followed, as the bodies of the Plants began tumbling to the ground in a writhing mass and the screams of shock and confusion began to rise from the sea of humanity below, something rippled in the air, a last gasp of those silent voices before the connection was lost.
Help Us. Help him. Please.
This was...different. New. As if reality had taken the distraction caused by the calamity below to shift itself sharply to the left, and then snapped. It started at the core of the mass of angelic bodies as men and women began to rush to their aid, a shockwave in the fabric of creation that rumbled silently in the atoms of the world and ricocheted outward, along the ground, through the air, until it had enveloped the entire planet. Time froze for an instant, and to the eyes of all who had the capacity for sight, that leftward shift became manifest, the world doubling on itself as the ground shook beneath their feet.
Wails of confusion and fear rose into the night sky, and for a brief moment, it felt as if the world were about to unmake itself on the molecular level. But then, just as suddenly as it had come, the distortion snapped back into place with a loud, ear-splitting CRACK, and in the stunned silence that followed, only one thing could be certain; things were not the same as they had been mere moments ago, as if everything and yet nothing at all had changed, all at once.
The world of No Man's Land was as it should be, but all across the surface of the planet, pockets of reality had split open, sending the inhabitants of mirrored existences tumbling through wide, unseen rifts. People and places outside of time and space found themselves staggering to their feet in a world that was both foreign and familiar at the same time, found themselves face to face with their own reflection made flesh, tossed about by the pleas of a race reaching across the fabric of creation for aid in putting a stop to a war that had been fought time and time again, across reality after reality, without fail.
[Wherever your character was, whatever they were doing, when the rifts in reality opened, they will have found themselves rocked by a massive earthquake that lastes a few short seconds before settling with a loud crack, like thunder. While no damage will be left in its wake, the characters themselves will realize that though the planet appears to be the same, it will quickly become evident that they are in an alternate reality of the place they call home. Are they standing in the rubble of a once-destroyed city now remade whole? Is the bar they had been taking refuge in suddenly gone, leaving them tumbling to the sand with nothing but their drink in their hand? And what of the friends that had been standing by their side seconds before? This is where your stories begin.]
the orphanage outside December x2
and the next there's a crack of-- thunder? and for a moment he thinks he's back on a very familiar moment of awakening. and maybe he is. Because when he opens his eyes and everything settles, he's surrounded by rubble, and blood.]
Hey...hey, where is everyone? Kids?
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He should have figured that the place wouldn't have stayed empty forever, of course. It had been almost a year since Octovern, and the children still needed a place to live. But he'd still been surprised when, as he neared it, the sounds of children laughing and playing began to filter through the air, and he'd quickly decided to stay out of sight until nightfall. It had warmed his heart, still, to see Livio amongst the sea of children in the distance as he tucked himself into a nearby ruin to nap and wait for everyone to go to bed.
He had only gotten settled for an hour or so before the sound of voices, Plants, his sisters had filled his mind, repeating words in his memory so close to what he remembered that it was like a flashback, and yet just different enough that it was almost more of a shock to his system than the voices themselves. It was enough to make him scramble to his feet before he was staggered again by the rumbling of the ground below him and shocked into a bewildered stupor by the sound of thunder cracking through his head.
Everything went silent afterward, and it almost felt as if the sound had deafened him before he heard a familiar voice in the distance crying out. He moved on instinct, rushing out to help before he registered that the place was strewn with fresh rubble and blood, and the children who had been here only moments before...were...all gone.]
Livio! What happened?!
[Probably not the best way of announcing that he was there, no, but he was rattled and not quite thinking clearly, and people needed help. He was never great at making quick decisions when people were in danger.]
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he clutches at Vash's arms--]
Vash, where the hell have you--
[that'll come in a second. more importantly--]
I don't know...we were all here, and then-- there was this noise, like when-- [Nick died] before. And now it's almost like everything's the way it was then...
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I was just-...I didn't wanna-...[No, but then Livio was redirecting himself away from that question and back to Vash's, and his own eyes looked around frantically as he spoke, trying to find any sign of the small herd of children and caregivers who'd been there just moments before.
When Livio's words sank in, the unspoken implications dawning on him, he froze, his own memory of that night flashing back in his mind, and his already pale skin blanched. No, he remembered the noise he spoke of. How could he not, he'd been at the epicenter of it when it struck. And he was right.
The blood on the ground - so much, in massive puddles, trails, flecks that muddied the sand all around them - and the piles of rubble and bullet shells and rocket casings lay scattered about, now that he was conscious enough to really look for them. And he felt sick.]
How-...What-...??? [Words were catching in his throat, refusing to form and frustrating him, but he knew himself well enough not to fight the little spell until it had passed. He was normally so verbose, but sometimes, sometimes, words were just hard.
He glanced up at Livio, reaching up to clutch back at his arm with the one he was holding and even to grasp the hand on his own arm with his free hand, an attempt at offering grounding reassurance. At the very least, the feeling of another person's hand under his own helped give him something to focus on when a horrifying thought crossed his mind and his attention snapped back in the direction he knew a broken, old couch had stood amongst the rubble of an old house.]
Nick...! [The name rasped out of his lungs before he was tearing off around the orphanage, hoping and praying the weird sense of being thrown out of time was just a figment of his imagination.
Shouldn't he have been more concerned with the missing children? A part of his mind that was still calm enough to have rational thought suggested as much, but the panic of the moment had already gripped onto the entire reason he had come back to December, latched onto the grief that had been clawing at his heart for months, and didn't feel inclined to letting him go until he had appeased its morbid, painful curiosity.]
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but then Vash is leaving him
everyone leaves him, tearing off, Wolfwood's name on his tongue-- and horror chokes Livo, horrified at what he might find. the big man tears off after Vash, desperately--]No, no, nonono, VASH! Wait, don't-- WAIT!!
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If he was-...
If Wolfwood was-...
He had to check! He had to know, he couldn't bear the guilt if he let himself be stopped because it was the rational thing to do and it turned out that crazy little idea had turned out to be true, and he'd just left him out there! He could handle seeing him again, even if-...even if he was-...
When he finally rounded the corner and scrambled to a stop amongst the pile of rubble where a house had once stood, the sight of the old, unoccupied couch filled him with both immense relief and horrible grief. The bright, red stains of blood that coated one side of its surface did little to help matters, especially when his feet carried him closer and he could see that the blood...it was drying, yes, almost completely faded to a dark brown. But it was still fresh.
He swallowed around the lump in his throat, felt a wave of dizziness hit as he looked slowly down and around. At the bottle of whiskey on the ground, alcohol dripping from the neck, boot prints that matched his own in the sand leading away from the sofa and dug deeper in the sand than the ones he'd just made, as if he had suddenly weighed twice his normal weight when he'd finally walked away from the couch.
Carrying his body.
When he turned to look in the direction of the orphanage where he knew there should be a grave, he felt as if he were moving through quicksand, movements sluggish and dazed. And when he began walking in that direction, his steps were much less rushed.]
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the big man spots the bloody couch and almost collapses. he knows, he knows he's the last person Vash wants to see, that he should see, but he's the only one here...he's the only one who can stop him.
so he hurries after the plant, shouting, reaching desperately, until finally Vash slows, walking like he's in mud. Livio catches up, and gently places his hands on his shoulders]
It's okay. Let's just go. This is taken care of. You already-- he's already taken care of. We don't have to go there, okay?
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He gave a small, humming sound as he came back to reality, shaking his head and covering his face for a moment to hide the way it crumpled, the way his lip trembled. He hummed again, soft little noises that weren't quite whines and weren't sharp enough to be crying. Trying to build up to being able to form words again, before finally he found his voice, soft and miserable as it might have sounded.]
I...came to visit...wanted to visit him. Didn't think...didn't think anyone would be back yet. 'S...why I was hiding. Didn't want to bother you guys, some creepy old man just...lurking by the orphanage. Just...wanted to...come and say good bye an' then...and then leave again. That's all.
[Not that he needed to explain, but it helped to reorient himself, get himself out of the weird headspace that had come over him. He gave himself a moment for the tears to hit, let himself feel them, process the panic he'd just had. And then he did his best to shove all of it back down inside of his chest, wiping at his face and readjusting his sunglasses, and then looking up at Livio with an apologetic grimace that tried to be a smile.]
Sorry, sorry. I'm fine. Your kids are missing, let's go. we need to look for them.
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he keeps his hands gently, gently on his shoulders, soft enough to shrug out of the bigger man's hold if he wants.]
It's okay. If Melanie's with them, even a worm doesn't stand a chance. We can take a few minutes to just breathe. You shoulda come out, [said lightly] the kids love seeing you.
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omg I haven't heard tow-headed in YEARS, my country upbringing is very amused!
i was like MAN i dont wanna say two toned that's just not IT so now you know im old
Oh, I doubt I'm much younger. XD I should throw that one at the baby cousins and confuse them lol
you should!
Must carry on the old southern slang for the future generations!
YES!!
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surprise
[ She was in Octovern, taking care of the children and trying yet again to help with all that had assaulted their young, battered minds, and now she is not, and the sight is familiar and not both. And she can feel blood draining from her face as she sees the destruction.
She knows Miss Melanie and the kids under her care got away. But ... clearly not everyone did.
Jasmine rubs the sweating palms of her hands into her pants and then turns around to see who was asking in the first place, and her expression relaxes a little. ]
Oh... hey.
surprise!! bet u thought u'd seen the last of me!! you will never
...Jasmine? What are-- why--
i was certainly HOPING not to have seen the last of you!!!
[ she purses her lips. ]
Why am I here, I don't know. What am I doing? Going back to Octovern.
[ her eyes soften, as she looks around. ]
Unless someone here needs any help, of course.
hehe no worries you NEVER EVER will i am everywhere like a stink
[he's scared to look. he's scared to look and see what he'll find. he's terrified he'll go over and see Vash, and see Wolfwood's body, and-- he's almost as scared of seeing that as something happening to the kids]
The kids were here and then..they weren't.
yes GOOD. also do we do this after their texting or...
Tell me where to look and what to warn you about. I'm small and can sneak places unnoticed more easily.
yeah i think that'd make sense! or idk whatever you feel makes sense
No, don't worry about that. I don't want you to get hurt, or get stuck. I don't think they're here.
[if he's thinking this is what he's witnessing again, when he's witnessing]
yess
but she nods, coming to stand next to him, even if she finally realized what he is talking about. she can feel her hands go cold at the thought. ]
Oh.
Well, you're definitely not going to look alone.
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[look two can be stubborn here]
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also if you do discord and are interested, sandbox has server now
oh!!! that's wonderful!! i'd probably lurk...?
hehehe link/invite is in the OOC comm, come in whenever you feel like it!
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RIGHT BACK ATCHA
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also do they want to pick up human vash with the car...
is this before or after they hit him with the car? but yes
... after, obviously. is livio's driving Like That, or is he trying to teach jasmine to drive...
surprisingly nah he can drive p well but no no i was mostly joking! my answer is yes, sorry!
cackles only vash and meryl are bad at it. also tagged in.
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oh hi
But now he's here! Wherever 'here' is. ]
Hello? Hello, is there anybody here?
eeeee hello hello!!
Yes! I'm here! Wait right there--
[and when he turns the corner that-- is not any of the kids he's familiar with. and his outfit is-- hm]
Are you okay?
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Whoa.
[ He looks like a cowboy, from one of Knives's movies! That's so cool!
Vash drops his bag with a huff and leans over, hands on knees and breathing a little hard. He's been walking a long time! ]
Hi! I'm looking for somebody, can you help me?
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Yeah, I can try. I'm looking for some people, too. My name's Livio. Why don't you set that down and take a rest?
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Hi Livio! I'm Vash. Who're you looking for? [ From his pocket he pulls most of a peanut butter flavored ration bar, the wrapper folded down over the eaten end. His expression is apologetic as he holds it out. ] Are you hungry? It doesn't taste very good, but it's food.
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no, no, he isn't going to worry about it]
Nice to meetcha, Vash. Sorry it's under circumstances like this. I'm lookin' for some kids that were at an orphanage in December-hereabouts.
[oh, ration bars, he hasn't seen any like that before.]
No, I'm okay. You go ahead and have it. Are you okay? Are you hurt?
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Me? Nuh-uh. [ Whoops, Rem taught him better manners than that, sorry. He gulps down the gummy mess, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. ] Sorry. I haven't seen any other kids, except my brother, and I'm not hurt, but the friend I'm looking for is!
[ He points out into the desert, back the way he came. ]
Have you seen a big pile of feathers, bigger than a person? [ He considers that description for a second, and adds: ] It might be mean.
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Where's your brother? Nearby?
[his gaze follows Vash's finger]
Like a Thomas? I haven't seen any yet.
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