Or well a lot of people do want to be there and some are even beginning to spread back out into small outlying towns, many people not willing to go that far from the last bastion of humanity AND the strongest concentration of plants on the planet. By the main road through Octovern, perched up on the top of an abandoned caravan once pulled by now missing tomases, Vash watches people come and go with alert interest, cross-legged and fairly comfortable. If the suns got unbearable he'd go inside for a while but for now, watching. Sooner or later someone would actually lay claim to the wagon, and he wouldn't put up a fuss, but for now it keeps him well above the crowd, which is content to ignore yet another stray dirty kid. He won't look anything like his posters for another several decades, and an utter lack of even a speck of telltale Stampedeish crimson means he could be anyone.
He'd spotted what he thought were other independents in the city but lost track of them a while ago. Just looking didn't help, smart independents would be wearing disguises, unlike himself, but usually he could tell when another plant was nearby. He just has to wait, right?
So I'm just hijacking this to use from when Vashlet pops up in Octovern.
Or well a lot of people do want to be there and some are even beginning to spread back out into small outlying towns, many people not willing to go that far from the last bastion of humanity AND the strongest concentration of plants on the planet. By the main road through Octovern, perched up on the top of an abandoned caravan once pulled by now missing tomases, Vash watches people come and go with alert interest, cross-legged and fairly comfortable. If the suns got unbearable he'd go inside for a while but for now, watching. Sooner or later someone would actually lay claim to the wagon, and he wouldn't put up a fuss, but for now it keeps him well above the crowd, which is content to ignore yet another stray dirty kid. He won't look anything like his posters for another several decades, and an utter lack of even a speck of telltale Stampedeish crimson means he could be anyone.
He'd spotted what he thought were other independents in the city but lost track of them a while ago. Just looking didn't help, smart independents would be wearing disguises, unlike himself, but usually he could tell when another plant was nearby. He just has to wait, right?