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knifesedge) wrote2013-08-18 01:17 am
knifesedge) wrote2013-08-18 01:17 am
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[Knives had been quiet and elusive since things went weird with the enclosure. The best way to not get arrested: not getting found. And when things had returned to more or less normal, he hadn't seen fit to STOP being elusive, just in case. Give it a couple weeks, had been the intention. Make sure the strangeness is over, then make sure the person who mattered was still okay.
Such was the intention. Up until robots came hunting in the night. A short explosion of violence and blinding rage later, impeded by his sheer lack of power since his hair had turned black, and Knives Millions went missing.
And returned a day later, a hundred and fifty years younger.
He's left where he arrived the first time, on the shoreline of the sea that had taken over the desert. Thin white pants, journal - not the clothes he'd left in, but at least he's left the book. Not that it does him much good; waking up where he doesn't even remotely expect it, without the two people he's never been without right there or within sensing range is ... uniquely alarming. Knives Millions spent most of his adult life alone. His childhood however was another matter. And being alone in a strange place with no idea of where he is or how he got there (or why he has tiny wings) isn't something the one-year-old plant is prepared for.
For a little while he roams up and down the beach, anxious, but certain that sooner or later Rem or Vash will find him and tell him it's all a joke and someone just changed the environmental settings or something. But as time ticks past and nothing of the sort happens, anxiousness begins bleeding into outright fear. He knows he should stay put.
He doesn't. Instead he picks up the book with part of his name on it and clutching it to his narrow chest, heads further down the beach, following the water line, hoping for something like people. Something safer then out alone. Alone was scary. He could if he tried focus his thoughts and project them to try to find his brother, but far too uncertain, unhappy and afraid, he simply projects emotions in a steady wave of nauseating apprehension.
In Luceti, seeing a boy of perhaps ten years old roaming alone might not be all that unusual. Nor the visible apprehension. But he might look a little familiar..
Lost. Afraid. Alone. Lost.]
[Summary: there is a very young, very frightened plant roaming loose on the beach.]
Such was the intention. Up until robots came hunting in the night. A short explosion of violence and blinding rage later, impeded by his sheer lack of power since his hair had turned black, and Knives Millions went missing.
And returned a day later, a hundred and fifty years younger.
He's left where he arrived the first time, on the shoreline of the sea that had taken over the desert. Thin white pants, journal - not the clothes he'd left in, but at least he's left the book. Not that it does him much good; waking up where he doesn't even remotely expect it, without the two people he's never been without right there or within sensing range is ... uniquely alarming. Knives Millions spent most of his adult life alone. His childhood however was another matter. And being alone in a strange place with no idea of where he is or how he got there (or why he has tiny wings) isn't something the one-year-old plant is prepared for.
For a little while he roams up and down the beach, anxious, but certain that sooner or later Rem or Vash will find him and tell him it's all a joke and someone just changed the environmental settings or something. But as time ticks past and nothing of the sort happens, anxiousness begins bleeding into outright fear. He knows he should stay put.
He doesn't. Instead he picks up the book with part of his name on it and clutching it to his narrow chest, heads further down the beach, following the water line, hoping for something like people. Something safer then out alone. Alone was scary. He could if he tried focus his thoughts and project them to try to find his brother, but far too uncertain, unhappy and afraid, he simply projects emotions in a steady wave of nauseating apprehension.
In Luceti, seeing a boy of perhaps ten years old roaming alone might not be all that unusual. Nor the visible apprehension. But he might look a little familiar..
Lost. Afraid. Alone. Lost.]
[Summary: there is a very young, very frightened plant roaming loose on the beach.]
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Oh. Okay. ..Are they dangerous?
[Somehow it sounded like maybe they weren't terribly dangerous monsters, but it's better safe than sorry. There could be whole backs of wild, roving rabbits.]
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I won't try then. I don't want to get bitten.
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[Vash turns to start walking towards the village.] Ready? Or do you want to wait here as I go to the store to find you a shirt?
Why do my notifications never email anymore?
... No, I think it'll be okay. You might get the wrong size.
[Which translates roughly to there's no way in heck he's going to stay out here, in the woods, alone, where bears and squirrels and things with teeth might try to eat him. Knives wasn't a grownup yet but he knew to avoid blatantly dangerous things like that!
Which means he's pretty prompt in following, all things considered, and he is keeping a very, very wary eye out for anything that might possibly pop up and think plants are tasty.]
Check your spam filter setting on your email. Once in awhile they'll get sent in there
[Vash moves towards the clothing shop. Indeed doing his best to try to avoid too many people, but they are headed to the main hang out area of Luceti. It will be unlikely that Knives won't see anyone on the way.
Not that they'll be paying the small Plant too much attention. They've seen those white pants before and the kid was with Vash. He must be being shown the ropes already after all.]
Pesky things!
People didn't eat people. It was a safer bet.]
Well as long as everyone's not looking it's probably okay.
[And nobody is! Or at least not when he's paying attention, an idle glance here and there or generic friendly passers-by aren't exactly people staring and wondering why a half-naked kid is running around in town. This doesn't mean that Knives isn't all but glued to Vash's side anyway. Just in case.
Nevermind that he has no idea what a store looks like or how to tell them apart from any of the other buildings around here, he'll just assume Vash knows where he's going.]
Was that it? 8D Hope it fixes it!
Vash walks in with confidence, holding the door open for his brother. The building is filled with racks and racks of clothes. Shirts, pants, dresses, shorts, coats, gloves and everything in-between. He heads for a rack of children's clothes and starts thumbing through it.]
I know we didn't really have any choice on the ship as to what we got to wear. [The ship wasn't really stocked with kids clothes in case of unexpected Plant pregnancy.] But if you see anything you want we can try it on to see if it will fit!
I didn't see it there but I'll keep looking i might have baleeted it automatically. ;;
The option of having things to wear beyond generic jumpers often several sizes too big, is an interesting thing, but Knives hasn't really had a lot of experience with picking out something he might like.
It actually leads to wondering what he DOES like.]
..Okay.
[How were things supposed to fit? He'd need wing spaces too. It becomes fairly obvious fairly quickly that Knives gravitates towards things that seem most familiar, primarily in the form of 'oversized' and 'blue'.]
I hope it gets figured out. I know when my notifcations stops that's where they tend to go
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We were always told the rolling just meant we had room to grow.
[So they were for adults, that couldn't be helped. The shorts seemed a lot smaller, though, and are reluctantly taken.]
What happens when these ones don't fit anymore?
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Just give them a try. If you don't like them you don't have to wear them.
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..Well. Okay. I still need a shirt though, and this one - [It's blue and very much like the oversized things they had to wear on the ships] - has no wing holes.
[Holes are important. The small plant looks around quickly before his voice drops to something very close to a whisper - but like most kids he doesn't quite have the whisper part down yet.]
And where am I supposed to put them on? Right here??
[OUT IN THE OPEN???]
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[He was still looking through the clothes. Trying to find something that might fit Knives that already had holes for the wings. Bright orange? Hm, no. He was hoping to find something more closer to blue that would at least fit right.]
Oh! No, not right here. They have room to go into to try the clothes on. They're right back- oh! [A simple blue t-shirt with holes already in it. It looked like it might fit.] Ah, well, they're right back there. [Vash points to the fitting rooms.] But I found this shirt that already has holes in it and it might fit you a little better. [He holds up the shirt so that Knives could have a look at it.] You could try it if you want to.