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nomans_land2023-06-24 07:47 am
nyctinasty) wrote in nomans_land2023-06-24 07:47 am
A playdate for the childrens! ..The littlest ones, anyway.
[He'd called ahead and made arrangements, just in case.
Tessla deserved people her own age to play with, her own species even, and the twins ... well, they did too. The future would be what they made it to be, but until then they should get the chance to be children, and playtime ended for him when he dropped the entire fleet out of the sky. They deserved to be taught the things they'd need to know to survive here, not find it out through miserable trial and error.
So, on the appointed day, Knives turns up in his battered stolen vehicle, and idles a bit away from Rem's home, leaning once more against the door and watching the shape of her home. Near enough to be seen and heard, but not enough to be considered anything like willing to hang around and say hello over a cup of tea. Not near enough to be an immediate threat, either. Not anymore, not with his primary weapon these days left home for Tessla just in case.
Tessla hasn't come, too unwilling to be anywhere NEAR humanity, but she'd be there when they got back. As much as he'd already accepted the presence of a little, young, charmingly naïve Vash, the idea of seeing himself that young sat a little stranger. There were a good half-dozen Vashes on the planet now. Why were there only two of him?
Concerns for another time. There were children to pick up, he'd already gotten enough supplies for them for a handful of days; it wasn't likely they'd linger much longer than that with an anxious Rem waiting at home.]
Tessla deserved people her own age to play with, her own species even, and the twins ... well, they did too. The future would be what they made it to be, but until then they should get the chance to be children, and playtime ended for him when he dropped the entire fleet out of the sky. They deserved to be taught the things they'd need to know to survive here, not find it out through miserable trial and error.
So, on the appointed day, Knives turns up in his battered stolen vehicle, and idles a bit away from Rem's home, leaning once more against the door and watching the shape of her home. Near enough to be seen and heard, but not enough to be considered anything like willing to hang around and say hello over a cup of tea. Not near enough to be an immediate threat, either. Not anymore, not with his primary weapon these days left home for Tessla just in case.
Tessla hasn't come, too unwilling to be anywhere NEAR humanity, but she'd be there when they got back. As much as he'd already accepted the presence of a little, young, charmingly naïve Vash, the idea of seeing himself that young sat a little stranger. There were a good half-dozen Vashes on the planet now. Why were there only two of him?
Concerns for another time. There were children to pick up, he'd already gotten enough supplies for them for a handful of days; it wasn't likely they'd linger much longer than that with an anxious Rem waiting at home.]
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That's beautiful... and you're taking little bits of the planet to do it?
[ She glances around, as if she would be able to see it, before looking back again. ]
I like it. It's sharp things but not bad sharp.
[ Tessla is still gently cradling his hand between hers, and her smile softens further. ]
...nobody can hurt you.
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Same goes for you too though, right? [ He's fighting the urge to touch the shiny metal. He's fighting so hard. He wants to touch it, it's so shiny! ] I mean, do you still have wings like you did earlier?
[ A lot has changed since 'earlier', but if she's still got little wings all over, then she can probably be a big terrifying angel still, right? ]
That was really cool too!