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nomans_land2023-06-11 10:37 pm
procreation) wrote in nomans_land2023-06-11 10:37 pm
Tragic Ends VS Bad Ends, Trigun Flavor
CW: mildly Plantcesty bc of canon end events but mostly toxicity, mindfuck, extreme codependency and.... co-parenting?
Somewhere in the sands is a tall person traveling on bare feet, a cloak of galaxies and roots covering their face from the sun. Vash moves slowly, not because he's tired or struggling, but because he's not really in a hurry. He doesn't get tired anymore, or hungry. Just weak, sometimes, but he's always been weak, hasn't he? That's why his brother has to protect him.
So this place couldn't be bad, because Knives would never leave him somewhere bad.
He stops briefly to collect a bleached skull left in the sand, picking it up with the roots and wisps of shadow and then holding it with the curiosity of a detached scholar rather than a compassionate man. Human, by the looks of it. Not killed by one of their brood, just unlucky in the desert.
Shrugging, Vash lets it drop into the sand again like an unwanted piece of trash and lets all those roots and glimmering energy unfold around him. He makes a little seat for himself, black flowers with shiny blue specks acting as cushions as the rest of his cloak peels away for a canopy. The dark undersuit is an echo of his brother, including the sturdiness of four perfectly fine limbs.
No memories were left, physical or otherwise. Sometimes you just have to remake your little brother to make him understand your point of view, and Vash... doesn't really know any better, anymore. It's fine, all he needs to focus on is making new Independents.
The roots continue to stretch over the sand, slithering over the area to see if they can pick up anything other than old bones of a doomed race.
Somewhere in the sands is a tall person traveling on bare feet, a cloak of galaxies and roots covering their face from the sun. Vash moves slowly, not because he's tired or struggling, but because he's not really in a hurry. He doesn't get tired anymore, or hungry. Just weak, sometimes, but he's always been weak, hasn't he? That's why his brother has to protect him.
So this place couldn't be bad, because Knives would never leave him somewhere bad.
He stops briefly to collect a bleached skull left in the sand, picking it up with the roots and wisps of shadow and then holding it with the curiosity of a detached scholar rather than a compassionate man. Human, by the looks of it. Not killed by one of their brood, just unlucky in the desert.
Shrugging, Vash lets it drop into the sand again like an unwanted piece of trash and lets all those roots and glimmering energy unfold around him. He makes a little seat for himself, black flowers with shiny blue specks acting as cushions as the rest of his cloak peels away for a canopy. The dark undersuit is an echo of his brother, including the sturdiness of four perfectly fine limbs.
No memories were left, physical or otherwise. Sometimes you just have to remake your little brother to make him understand your point of view, and Vash... doesn't really know any better, anymore. It's fine, all he needs to focus on is making new Independents.
The roots continue to stretch over the sand, slithering over the area to see if they can pick up anything other than old bones of a doomed race.
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[He's never tried to make juice himself, not without finding someone else with apples or oranges or something and applying a squish, but it seems like that might be a terribly messy thing to do on someone's roof.
The bottle of whiskey is set amongst the vines, partly to see if they'll decide it's a threat again, and drags himself to his feet with a grunt. Every time he gets comfy, suddenly he has to move again.
Maybe he'll see about a snack too. Food was always a nice comfort, wasn't it?]
Give me five minutes, I'll be right back.
[And then he jumps off. It's not like it's dangerous for any of them, if they know what they're doing. He really will be back in a couple of minutes though, it doesn't take long to find what he's looking for and return. But while jumping OFF is fine.. getting back up is harder.
He's gonna just. climb a vine, a bag wrapped carefully in a long and much too flexible feather as an extra hand.]
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If this guy was willing to go get him another drink, Vash can be hospitable. He's here with his people, after all, and this one was interesting.
Once El-ahrairah returns, he gets a slightly impressed look and the blonde offers him a seat - another massive purple flower sprouting to make it softer. ]
You have nice control of your gate.
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Apparently this Vash is a geo plant. That's fascinating, and he's going to spend a lot more time looking at these flowers when it wasn't right in front of their maker, that might be a bit rude.]
Thanks! I had a lot of motivation. I can't do living stuff like this though, this is pretty spectacular.
[He means it too, even as he sets down the bag and goes fishing inside, coming up with a few bottles of fruit juices and one that definitely is Not, but it's sweet and non-alcoholic and sort of what happens if someone wants to make orange juice without ever using oranges or having actually tasted an orange. And since he already has the feather out, might as well keep using it, picking up his own bottle once more and testing the seat-flower for ability to hold up to his weight before sprawling on it.]
Are they an evolved flower or your own design?
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'Pretty spectacular', the man says and Vash gives a proud smile. Yeah, he's pretty damn spectacular. Angel of Creation, they call him.
...however, he's not going to brag about that. Who knows how his guest will react, or any other independent for that matter, knowing one of them is called that.
When El-ahrairah fishes out the juice with his strange feather appendage, a smaller root reaches for one of the bottles and brings it back to Vash. ]
As far as I know from my studies, they're unique to me. I didn't consciously design them, but they're beautiful and I don't see a reason to change them.
[ He gestures to his guest - and speaking of being rude... ]
What about you? Is that a feather?
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[Instead of weapons. This kind of a conversation would have been impossible once, part of him too shy and frightened of his own power to try and the rest didn't have anyone to talk to about it. How he could miss something he'd never had he wasn't sure, but still it was nice.
If it would still be nice if he knew what Vash had suffered..]
Feather! They're easy, anything sharp too, and most combinations of the two. Great to have when the nights get really cold, just puff right up like the sparrows do.
[He pops open the whiskey bottle, forgoing things like a glass in favor of a long swig.]
If you use these for defending yourself, is something after you? This place seems pretty peaceful.
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[ Vash still isn't sure what is going on with this guy, but there's a little bit of both him and Nai, and more at the same time. Just enough to make it kind of a unique person, and he's honestly thrilled at the chance to meet someone like this.
Maybe this is what he would have been if Nai wasn't able to fix him... and it's not a horrible idea to someone so intensely obsessed as he is. ]
That's fascinating! How many can you make?
[ He takes a sip of his juice and finds it to be pretty decent, even if it had the taste of sister-grown rather than earth-grown. ]
It's a very peaceful place, don't get me wrong. I just had some issues when I first ended up in this place and I cannot allow any more injuries to myself or getting involved in fights.
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I'd like to meet him too sometime, if the chance ever arises. It sounds like you two have had a much better time than I've heard of anyone having before. I'm very glad.
[He is too, through the sheer power of not looking too deeply and just assuming things are great! A little good news, is always nice to hear.]
... Hmmmmm. I can't say I've found a limit yet. I can reach all the way to low orbit, so presumably 'a lot', but there isn't really a big need for tons of feathers or blades just all over the place.
[Not.. that he's going to, because that's a tremendous drain of his reserves, but he could. There's a slow nod, he can understand wanting to avoid fighting and injuries. Each one would require time to heal at best, and what about the people injured in the meanwhile?
It's naive, but he'd yet to really shake that off. Maybe he never would.]
Sensible. Hopefully you'll find it as nice here as it seems, safety's a bit thin on the ground sometimes in the desert. And you've already added to the city, I wouldn't be surprised if people begin dropping by just to see what you've done here.
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Right now, well... he's trying. ]
We're really happy in our little Eden. It's... hard to be here without him, but when he arrives, I'll make sure to introduce you.
[ Really, really don't look too close into it, buddy. Ignorance is bliss. ]
That sounds amazing. There might not be a need for it, but I'm sure it's a pretty display. Excellent defense, too.
[ Vash sips his juice, looking a little more at ease with his guest as they talk. He seems decent, no whining about humans or other annoying things. ]
I hope so too. It's good to know that there are independents here, even if they're different from my family. [ He touches one of his flowers. ] I have some ideas of maybe helping grow some other flora in the future, depending on how long I'm stuck here.
[ There's a pause. ]
Have you been here long?
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Calmer. Less likely to end in pain.]
Hopefully you can find a way to be happy here too. I know it can be hard to not look around and see everything you don't have, though.
[It's so easy to be miserable! Happiness is a choice he chooses every day!
And maybe there would be happiness here, eventually, amongst their own kind. Free plants, not needing bulbs to survive, not having a collective consciousness, just living their lives as they see fit. It was a little miracle all its own.]
I'm certain anyone would be happy to have some help with the uh, lack of vegetation around here. Some nice trees one day, for a little natural shade, might be really nice. I..
[Here, here was this world or the city? He frowns a little, trying to puzzle it out.]
I've been in this city maybe six hours. On this planet, uhm. .. Uuuuhhhh. I don't know. Less than a year, more than month? How about you? Are you really stuck here? Do you need to get out?
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Yeah. I just have to wait and see what happens around here. Need to get the house bigger for the little ones when they're ready.
[ Back in their Eden, the previously trapped sisters had massive tanks to play in that stretched all over the main base, free from needing to produce and always having people around to talk to. They were given the choice to pick names, to spend their energy however they wanted.
To some, that was to die with dignity.
Vash agrees with the needed vegetation, already spinning some ideas on what he could try to create. He can't spend the energy until the babies are ready, but planning was at least something to occupy his mind.
When this mix of him and his brother asks about being stuck, however, Vash looks a little amused. ]
No, I'm not stuck, per say. I meant on this planet, or dimension, or whatever you want to call it. A house or a city couldn't hold me if I really wanted to leave. [ Pause. ] Did it take you long to find this place?
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It's possible all of that simply goes out the window and Vash is intending to sprout seed pods. He eyes his 'sibling' thoughtfully. Maybe THAT'S what all the vines and flowers were for, wouldn't that be something? No Man's Land's version of cabbage patch children.
The thought is shaken off quickly, if examining a flower would be rude, asking about that kind of thing would be WORSE. At least wait til a second meeting!]
I'm sure everyone will be happy to either find you one or help you make one. So far people seem very willing to help here.
[Which is, in his opinion, a good template for how the rest of the planet could be as soon as resource scarcity was removed from the equation.
That it boils down to Vash wanting to go home is ... understandable. A good, strong relationship and kin waited for him at home, and here? Here was dust and strangers.]
A few people are working on figuring out if there's a way back. I'll keep an ear to the ground if you'd like. It.. um, I knew about it a little after turning up here, but I didn't want to frighten anyone. Even here, most look.. pretty normal.
[There's a small gesture, with the limb most would consider deformed, too long in the fingers and bones, too sharp elsewhere, tiny feathers and blades impossible to hide without constant effort. The ragged cloak and long jacket hid everything else, as it was meant to.]
Happily less a problem than I thought! Good news for both of us, I guess!
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Some really fucked up shit.
Vash would probably appreciate the ability of his guest to contain himself from asking more, though. ]
I hope so.
[ ...how the fuck is he going to deal with a hundred children on his own? Another reason for him to want to go home quickly, where their siblings and his brother exist that can help out. ]
I'd appreciate that. It's not a thing I'm familiar with. [ He pauses and gives his guest a once-over. ] ...and you look fine to me. We're unique beings, El-ahrairah. We don't have to conform to human standards.
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[It's such a strange thought, and didn't align much with anything he'd ever experienced til now. Humans could be kind and merciful but they could also be cruel, and would that hold true of their own kind, with so many here? Or would they build something better?
He was eager to see. On some deep level there was still a low key war of ideals, and this place might well prove it out one way or another.
That last startles a laugh out of him.]
It's not human standards I worry about, just our own. [..Mostly.] But nobody's run screaming yet, so I'll take it. If your brother turns up and you two work on another Eden here, try to put it nearby so it's easy to visit.
[Nai showing up would probably be a disaster for everyone but Vash.]
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[ The independents would hurt his babies, Vash's sure of that. They might even help him to protect them, because they're better than fickle humans who abandon their own offspring without a second thought it it gets too hard.
This place was building something better already, but making progress always mean struggles. If they have prosperity, humans will want it. ]
They shouldn't. After all, our sisters look different from us, but they're beautiful.
[ Vash thoughtfully taps the side of his juice bottle with a finger. ] If we do build a new Eden here, it would make sense to do it in the city. After all, it is for independents.
[ Vash's Nai showing up would be absolute chaos... and make Vash so, so happy. ]
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[Humanity would be in for a shock if they tried anything untoward. This wasn't a town full of helpless, bulb bound sisters.
He'd almost want to see them try, just for the rude awakening of not being the apex. This world had learned a harsh lesson under Knives' domination, such a lesson hadn't happened in his own.]
I guess that's a habit too, expecting to make people afraid. .. And hey, there's plenty of canyon to be had! If nothing else, this is a great location for staying the hell out of the suns.
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[ It's an amazing place, and Vash realizes that he's been sulking in his loneliness when he could have gone out and explored a city of free independents more thoroughly than resent them all for not being his children.
It's not Eden, not yet, but... it's the closest thing to it. ]
I do like the defensible location. We would be difficult to reach if an attack would come from fools with guns. I heard that there are people from Earth in ships, though. That might be more of a problem, so they better know to stay away rather than trying to leash a whole city.
[ He sips his juice again, mostly drinking to socialize since he stopped needing to when made 'perfect'. Sleeping, though? Yeah, Vash's... doing that a lot more these days. ]