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nomans_land2023-09-28 10:56 am
cowgoesmoo) wrote in nomans_land2023-09-28 10:56 am
Near July, before all the chaos
Nai's missing, the smashed-up city that Rem had put her house next to keeps changing, there's people nearby, human people, more and more of them all the time, gathering... it's been an eventful few days for a tiny plant!
It's not healthy to sit inside all day, hunched over the radio, waiting desperately for any sign of his brother, and so Vash is out wandering the dunes and cliffs near the station, a small two-way radio clipped to his belt that lets him keep listening to the radio inside, just in case Nai is able to call again. Some of his day is taken up training, working on focusing his plant powers to summon feathers that sprout in tiny downy tufts all along both his arms. Some of his day is just walking, exploring and re-exploring the space around the station, finding holes, bugs, interesting rocks. Some of his day is lying flat on a cliff, watching the human refugees below as they gather around the ever-changing city of July. Sometimes he finds a quiet space where nobody can see him, and cries for awhile. Sometimes, when Rem's been out late working hard, he's inside the station, cleaning and cooking and helping out as best he can. And, late at night when he can't sleep, he climbs up on the nearby ledge and watches the stars.
It's not healthy to sit inside all day, hunched over the radio, waiting desperately for any sign of his brother, and so Vash is out wandering the dunes and cliffs near the station, a small two-way radio clipped to his belt that lets him keep listening to the radio inside, just in case Nai is able to call again. Some of his day is taken up training, working on focusing his plant powers to summon feathers that sprout in tiny downy tufts all along both his arms. Some of his day is just walking, exploring and re-exploring the space around the station, finding holes, bugs, interesting rocks. Some of his day is lying flat on a cliff, watching the human refugees below as they gather around the ever-changing city of July. Sometimes he finds a quiet space where nobody can see him, and cries for awhile. Sometimes, when Rem's been out late working hard, he's inside the station, cleaning and cooking and helping out as best he can. And, late at night when he can't sleep, he climbs up on the nearby ledge and watches the stars.
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Having so many new and exciting things to focus on was nearly a sensory overload sometimes, for the usually so lazily-milling-about hive of insects, but.
It was a clear day, nothing was really going on, and he could hear the sound of a tiny little Vash doing his best to hold everything together on his own.
Ah, left on his own again. ᴴᵉ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ˡᵒⁿᵉˡʸ ᵠᵘᶦᶜᵏˡʸ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ. Why does he depend on just one companion. ₙₒₜ ₐ ᵥₑᵣᵧ 𝓰ₒₒ𝒹 ₛᵤᵣᵥᵢᵥₐₗ ᵢₙₛₜᵢₙ𝒸ₜ.
Zazie could just leave him here, but.
What if he leaned into the window of the station, one day, while it was open. Arms folded over the open part, chin resting on their arms, a smirk on their face.
"You're a pretty big busybody for someone so, so small."
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He's sweeping, again, trying to get the last bit of sand and dust out of the corner of the main room, when another child leans into the station and starts talking to him, just out of the blue. Vash spins around, heart pounding and broom held up like a sword... but that really is just a kid.
A kid who just called him a busybody?
"Well, you're a... a pretty big jerk for stickin' your head in my house and calling me names!"