[There isn't an overpowering sense of things about to be destroyed, at least. No distant all-consuming rage, no boiling hatred to make that pinpoint of Knives' location any clearer.
So all there is to go on, is the sense that he's there, and the faintest impression of ... something very much like wonder. Yep, by the sea it is, not the mountains. Knives is content to more or less ignore the presence of his sibling, as Vash was somewhere else likely doing something else and bothering to move and follow that impression of brother-ness would mean leaving the water's edge.
Except suddenly the impression of 'where' Vash is abruptly jumps a hell of a lot closer. Teleportation? Vash didn't have enough power to teleport!
Knives got to his feet, taking only a moment to shake some of the sand off his unfamiliar pants, tracking the pull of familiarity as he does so. He isn't leaving the beach, though, the unfamiliar and beautiful (and frighteningly endless in a way the sand-seas never were) expanse of water too much of a lure. If Vash hadn't seen it yet - now was as good a time as any.
Perhaps there would be explanations. This place. Why it had water, why it had so much life, from hermit crabs to noisy, screaming gulls. Was it a paradise just for them? It couldn't be Earth, the air was too clean.
Knives doesn't pick up the items that belong to him. He knows they're there, it's a deliberate choice to leave them where they are and pick his way just above the surf's damp line in the direction he was certain Vash was in. Only when he's at a range where he's sure where Vash is, that the sense of Knives' presence comes with the barest of telepathic touches, words faint but understandable. More would require more effort than he's willing to put into it, with the two closing in on each other like planetoids pulled by the gravity of their counterpart.]
Can you see this, Vash? It's incredible.
[He should be wary, and would be if he knew this was another world and Vash possibly not the brother he knew. Far more cautious, far more watchful of potential closing disaster. But Knives isn't expecting trouble, or even unpleasantness. That much is painfully (and maybe strangely) clear. But even he could be peaceful, when there were no humans to worry about.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
[Action..ish. Spammy.]
Date: 2013-05-20 06:09 am (UTC)So all there is to go on, is the sense that he's there, and the faintest impression of ... something very much like wonder. Yep, by the sea it is, not the mountains. Knives is content to more or less ignore the presence of his sibling, as Vash was somewhere else likely doing something else and bothering to move and follow that impression of brother-ness would mean leaving the water's edge.
Except suddenly the impression of 'where' Vash is abruptly jumps a hell of a lot closer. Teleportation? Vash didn't have enough power to teleport!
Knives got to his feet, taking only a moment to shake some of the sand off his unfamiliar pants, tracking the pull of familiarity as he does so. He isn't leaving the beach, though, the unfamiliar and beautiful (and frighteningly endless in a way the sand-seas never were) expanse of water too much of a lure. If Vash hadn't seen it yet - now was as good a time as any.
Perhaps there would be explanations. This place. Why it had water, why it had so much life, from hermit crabs to noisy, screaming gulls. Was it a paradise just for them? It couldn't be Earth, the air was too clean.
Knives doesn't pick up the items that belong to him. He knows they're there, it's a deliberate choice to leave them where they are and pick his way just above the surf's damp line in the direction he was certain Vash was in. Only when he's at a range where he's sure where Vash is, that the sense of Knives' presence comes with the barest of telepathic touches, words faint but understandable. More would require more effort than he's willing to put into it, with the two closing in on each other like planetoids pulled by the gravity of their counterpart.]
Can you see this, Vash? It's incredible.
[He should be wary, and would be if he knew this was another world and Vash possibly not the brother he knew. Far more cautious, far more watchful of potential closing disaster. But Knives isn't expecting trouble, or even unpleasantness. That much is painfully (and maybe strangely) clear. But even he could be peaceful, when there were no humans to worry about.]