Vash couldn't get through either, and he had similar protection of just being a troublemaking brat looking to get into things; he'd been yelled at, chased a bit and once had a discarded shoe thrown at him but the guards hadn't ever actually drawn weapons on him, but getting in was as of yet beyond his skill level.
He's working on that, when he has time. He blends in better than the other little plant, his clothes are careworn and hardly pristine but they work well enough, and he probably hasn't had a bath in quite a while, but that's par the course for most. But a splotch of clean isn't as noticeable as the sense of another plant, and combining the two, clean AND plant, the smaller Vash sticks out like a sore thumb. The somewhat older Vash watches with interest, waiting to see if someone turns up for him, and when that doesn't happen, eels off his perch and heads in Vash's direction, or at least where he was seen last.
He still hasn't bothered to find shoes. He's still wearing a small array of scavenged weaponry and the gun he'd had since his rescue, but that's normal for Octovern! Well except for the shoeless part, most people at least had those. Whether this was another version of himself or Knives, or an entirely separate independent, he doesn't know yet. The powers and abilities his older selves use with impunity are still a long ways away thanks to a glaring lack of practice. But that's what accosting someone at random is for! To find out! "Hey!"
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He's working on that, when he has time. He blends in better than the other little plant, his clothes are careworn and hardly pristine but they work well enough, and he probably hasn't had a bath in quite a while, but that's par the course for most. But a splotch of clean isn't as noticeable as the sense of another plant, and combining the two, clean AND plant, the smaller Vash sticks out like a sore thumb. The somewhat older Vash watches with interest, waiting to see if someone turns up for him, and when that doesn't happen, eels off his perch and heads in Vash's direction, or at least where he was seen last.
He still hasn't bothered to find shoes. He's still wearing a small array of scavenged weaponry and the gun he'd had since his rescue, but that's normal for Octovern! Well except for the shoeless part, most people at least had those. Whether this was another version of himself or Knives, or an entirely separate independent, he doesn't know yet. The powers and abilities his older selves use with impunity are still a long ways away thanks to a glaring lack of practice. But that's what accosting someone at random is for! To find out! "Hey!"