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knifesedge[There is no sudden video feed showing who's there, to warn of Knives' arrival. No chatter or questions, or an entry done deliberately for that matter. There is simply a man on the beach where there hadn't been one before, a few belongings neatly folded nearby, his journal resting on top.
All is not well.
Video does click on, silently, showing the pleasant evening sky, the sound of the sea, and ... pretty much nothing else at all, its view not wide enough to pick up on the pale, somewhat tired-looking figure sitting on the sand, watching the waves in silent fascination. He'd been disoriented when he woke, a disorientation that hadn't faded at all with the discovery of only one sun and what seemed like an honest-to-god ocean or sea about fifty feet away. No-Man's Land had no oceans. Seeing a sea for the first time had a bit of an impact. Enough to keep him right where he is, perhaps uncertain if he left it would prove to be some suns-drunk hallucination and wither away as soon as he turned his attention from it.
This wasn't an afterlife. Of that, Knives has no doubt. It was just a matter of where, then, he'd been moved to. And when. He didn't remember being knocked out, or sedated, or entering a starship of any kind. There were no stars as of yet to try to get a fix on, and the single sun was only just beginning to set. When the novelty of the ocean wore off, he'd have to begin investigating. But until then, he remains immobile, silent, the slight tug of sea breeze on the light cotton pants he wore and his short mostly-black hair the only real motion at all. He knew Vash was nearby, in a vague sense of 'nearby'; the presence of his brother was distant but familiar; wherever he'd gotten to, his twin was still there, and that was reassuring in of itself. They weren't dead, yet. He only spent long enough to be certain of it, search out the familiar sense of his brother and be sure it was him, before returning to watching the sea and the tide's gradual retreat.
If Vash hasn't found the sea yet, that would be something to show him. Later, when the novelty wore off a bit.
For those who might be inclined to leave Luceti far behind, Knives can be found on the beach, and highly unlikely to be going anywhere any time soon.]
All is not well.
Video does click on, silently, showing the pleasant evening sky, the sound of the sea, and ... pretty much nothing else at all, its view not wide enough to pick up on the pale, somewhat tired-looking figure sitting on the sand, watching the waves in silent fascination. He'd been disoriented when he woke, a disorientation that hadn't faded at all with the discovery of only one sun and what seemed like an honest-to-god ocean or sea about fifty feet away. No-Man's Land had no oceans. Seeing a sea for the first time had a bit of an impact. Enough to keep him right where he is, perhaps uncertain if he left it would prove to be some suns-drunk hallucination and wither away as soon as he turned his attention from it.
This wasn't an afterlife. Of that, Knives has no doubt. It was just a matter of where, then, he'd been moved to. And when. He didn't remember being knocked out, or sedated, or entering a starship of any kind. There were no stars as of yet to try to get a fix on, and the single sun was only just beginning to set. When the novelty of the ocean wore off, he'd have to begin investigating. But until then, he remains immobile, silent, the slight tug of sea breeze on the light cotton pants he wore and his short mostly-black hair the only real motion at all. He knew Vash was nearby, in a vague sense of 'nearby'; the presence of his brother was distant but familiar; wherever he'd gotten to, his twin was still there, and that was reassuring in of itself. They weren't dead, yet. He only spent long enough to be certain of it, search out the familiar sense of his brother and be sure it was him, before returning to watching the sea and the tide's gradual retreat.
If Vash hasn't found the sea yet, that would be something to show him. Later, when the novelty wore off a bit.
For those who might be inclined to leave Luceti far behind, Knives can be found on the beach, and highly unlikely to be going anywhere any time soon.]
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Date: 2013-05-23 06:28 am (UTC)If... if there is really peace between us back home. Then I see no reason it can't continue here between the two of us. [He didn't want to stir up trouble between himself and Knives. Not here in Luceti. He just wanted it clear right at the beginning that he would tolerate no one attacking his new home.] All I want right now, is a quiet life. One where I don't have to worry if someone is going to become a target just because they treat me with a little kindness.
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Date: 2013-05-23 06:37 am (UTC)[A terrible waste of energy, that took all he had left.]
If it wasn't for them, neither myself nor my brother would have survived. It can change perspectives.
[Not by much. He still loathed humans and found them utterly repulsive but he could tolerate them.] It'll take more than 'a little kindness' to turn someone into a target.
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Date: 2013-05-23 06:49 am (UTC)It was hard to believe.]
I'm- I'm glad to hear it.
[Wolfwood. Why hadn't that peace come before- No. Thinking like that right now wasn't going to help. He squashes the thought down with effort.
His head was pounding now. Torn between old longings of brotherhood between the two of them and the painful truth of the past. Would it be fair to Wolfwood? To make peace with Knives now? What would Joey have thought? Which was the smallest sacrifice in this situation? It would be to befriend Knives, wouldn't it? Even though he had made up his mind months ago that when he was home it would have been to kill him? But, if peace with his brother was possible was it such a bad thing to want it? Even if this might not be the Knives he knew back home? Or is that a good reason to accept a peace between them?]
It's good, that there's finally peace between us where you're from.
[He says no more. Lost in his own thoughts, yet feeling as if there was something missing. Something that might have made this even just a little easier that he could not grasp.]
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Date: 2013-05-23 07:13 am (UTC)It was hard-won. I don't intend to go through it again. I wonder how you'll do, without that woman's ridiculous dreams as a guide.
[He sure as hell wasn't going to teach those poisonous delusions himself, even if it did help eventually. Bad enough one Vash was corrupted by it!
Knives didn't think of Wolfwood. Barely thought of him when the man was alive, and now that he was pushing up cacti, even less so. He did his job, that was enough. The strange attachments Vash built with humans wasn't something he shared. That Vash was so deeply shaken by their passing was evidence of how badly Rem had warped him, not some failing on Knives' part.
Surely.
He starts walking again, heading for firmer ground than loose sand.]
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Date: 2013-05-23 07:22 am (UTC)