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Who: Vash
What: First Arrival
Warnings: Kid having a panic attack. Will edit to add any warnings that might be needed, as they come up.
It should have been a simple walk down the corridor to ask Luida to help him roll the cuffs up on his new coat.
She hadn't been gone for more than a few minutes, so he knew she couldn't have gone too far. So Vash had set off, his tattered shoes padding softly against the floor as he followed the way he'd seen her walk, the direction he could faintly hear her voice, quickly followed by Brad's distinctive, baritone grumbling. They must have been in his workshop. Vash had been there countless times, and he'd left Brad there after they'd gotten back from their latest trip to one of the other ships, earlier in the day.
But then he turned a corner, and he felt a sudden lurch, like the feeling of his stomach dropping during a tumble, and everything around him went...silent.
No, not silent. There was still noise everywhere around him, but it was different. There was no omnipresent, comforting hum of the ship, but there were the sounds of distant voices echoing strangely down the halls, voices he didn't recognize.
Even worse than the lack of the ship's hum, though, was the sudden loss of his own kind. That was why he felt deafened for a moment; he couldn't hear the sounds of his sisters in their tanks in the plant bay. He couldn't hear the calls of the plants from the other ships farther away, either.
He couldn't hear Nai.
He gasped sharply, only barely registering the absolutely awful state of the building around him as his feet stopped short and the reality of the Not-Silence hit him. Frantically, his eyes darted back and forth, staring at the graffitied walls, the garbage and detritus littering the corridor around him, the strangely-rectangular portholes that opened out to an overcast, grey sky.
His arms instinctively reached up to wrap the coat tighter around him as he spun, taking a few hesitant steps back the way he'd come before racing off down the hallway, trying to find his way back to his room. But he wasn't home, this wasn't Ship 3, and this looked far closer to one of the temporary-turned-permanent structures that had begun to be built up around the ruins of the other ships on the surface of the planet than it did the interior of Home.
By the time he skidded to a squeaking halt at the end of the long hallway, he had begun to feel the first signs of a confused panic, his breaths panting roughly in his chest.
"He-Hello? Hello??? Where is everybody? Luida! Brad? Where did you go??? Where am I???
Who: Vash
What: First Arrival
Warnings: Kid having a panic attack. Will edit to add any warnings that might be needed, as they come up.
It should have been a simple walk down the corridor to ask Luida to help him roll the cuffs up on his new coat.
She hadn't been gone for more than a few minutes, so he knew she couldn't have gone too far. So Vash had set off, his tattered shoes padding softly against the floor as he followed the way he'd seen her walk, the direction he could faintly hear her voice, quickly followed by Brad's distinctive, baritone grumbling. They must have been in his workshop. Vash had been there countless times, and he'd left Brad there after they'd gotten back from their latest trip to one of the other ships, earlier in the day.
But then he turned a corner, and he felt a sudden lurch, like the feeling of his stomach dropping during a tumble, and everything around him went...silent.
No, not silent. There was still noise everywhere around him, but it was different. There was no omnipresent, comforting hum of the ship, but there were the sounds of distant voices echoing strangely down the halls, voices he didn't recognize.
Even worse than the lack of the ship's hum, though, was the sudden loss of his own kind. That was why he felt deafened for a moment; he couldn't hear the sounds of his sisters in their tanks in the plant bay. He couldn't hear the calls of the plants from the other ships farther away, either.
He couldn't hear Nai.
He gasped sharply, only barely registering the absolutely awful state of the building around him as his feet stopped short and the reality of the Not-Silence hit him. Frantically, his eyes darted back and forth, staring at the graffitied walls, the garbage and detritus littering the corridor around him, the strangely-rectangular portholes that opened out to an overcast, grey sky.
His arms instinctively reached up to wrap the coat tighter around him as he spun, taking a few hesitant steps back the way he'd come before racing off down the hallway, trying to find his way back to his room. But he wasn't home, this wasn't Ship 3, and this looked far closer to one of the temporary-turned-permanent structures that had begun to be built up around the ruins of the other ships on the surface of the planet than it did the interior of Home.
By the time he skidded to a squeaking halt at the end of the long hallway, he had begun to feel the first signs of a confused panic, his breaths panting roughly in his chest.
"He-Hello? Hello??? Where is everybody? Luida! Brad? Where did you go??? Where am I???
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Date: 2024-11-01 08:58 pm (UTC)From:He was carrying a cauldron that seemed a little heavier than not, though he set it down to address Vash properly. Steam was coming up from it; was it soup of some sort?
"Well met, friend." He offered a little smile, though a bit hesitant a one. "I don't suppose you are hungry?"
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Date: 2024-11-02 12:51 pm (UTC)From:The person on the other end of the hall looked like something out of one of the fairytales Rem had told the boys when they were children, the ones with knights and princesses and towers. The cauldron he carried seemed to top it all off with a creepy sort of bow, reminding him further still of the stories of wizards and witches that humans on Earth had been so fascinated and terrified of.
Which was just silly, wasn't it? Magic didn't exist, it was just what the old humans had called early studies in medicine, before they had the tools and knowledge to truly understand what they were doing. The other's strange, flora-like accoutrement seemed to cement the mental image in his head, though.
His face twisted in a confused pout.
"Isle? You mean like...'island'?" That had been a geologic feature of Earth, right? A little piece of land in the middle of a large body of water? Like Hawaii and Fiji and...what were the others? There had been so many, and he hadn't really studied them since the Fall. So many of them had apparently disappeared before the SEEDS volunteers had even left the planet.
He stared at the cauldron for a moment, watching the steam waft off of the top, and then shook his head.
"N-..No thank you."
It was only a little lie. Vash certainly loved food and was almost always at least a little bit hungry, especially with the rationing the survivors had had to do. But he wasn't able to ignore the current situation, even at the first offer of something to eat.
"Why am I here? One minute, I was on Ship 3, and the next minute, I'm here. What's going on?"
YAY HELLO
Date: 2024-11-02 01:21 am (UTC)From:Yet another barely more than a child. Surely he could have done nothing to deserve this gaol, yet here he was. He could privately debate the implications of it later however. For now, calming the boy took priority.
"You are on the Isle of the Lost," he said, stepping forward to answer the last question first. "Though you have now been found. Not that you're especially difficult to spot in that red coat."
"The friends you are calling for, however, are almost certainly not here. Wherever you were before finding yourself here, that is where they remain, likely unaware that anything is amiss."
Hoy! :V
Date: 2024-11-02 01:12 pm (UTC)From:The bewilderment was quickly forgotten, though, at the mention of his coat, and he shuffled anxiously, his fingers gripping it just a little tighter around him. Resources were hard to come by, clothes even rarer still. And there had been murmurings amongst the crews of survivors about some of their number going rogue and stealing what they wanted from others. The thought to be afraid of the gift drawing attention from dangerous people hadn't yet occurred to him, especially in the safety of Ship 3. But here?
"How did I get here? How do I get back?" He had to take a moment to school his expression and fight back another spike of fear at the thought that he was separated from the others. He wasn't very good at hiding it. Maybe he'd get better with time. "I'm not supposed to be here, I have people who need me back home! I need to go back!"
His sisters needed him, the survivors needed him, without his help, plants wouldn't have anyone who understood their needs the way he did! They could die! People could die!
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Date: 2024-11-02 10:42 pm (UTC)From:"As for how you came to be here, the answer is magic twice gone awry. Someone made a foolish wish with the power of a being called a genie, which resulted in most of the local population vanishing to parts unknown. In an attempt to retrieve them, the spells of two mages clashed with one another; instead of bringing back those of this world who had vanished, it instead began pulling people from other worlds here in their stead. You and I are two such people; the 'Misrecalled' as they've come to call us."
Cranky baby boy has only been here for five minutes and already he needs a nap!
Date: 2024-11-18 03:12 pm (UTC)From:But then the man mentioned magic, and his previous protests died before they even crossed his lips. For a moment, he felt himself lose a little bit of his control over the frustration he worked so hard to keep tampered down around the humans. Normally he was good at it, but over the past year or two, it had gotten so much harder sometimes, and he didn't care that Luida had tried to tell him it was normal and fine for someone his age.
"What do you mean, magic? Magic isn't real, that isn't funny! I know I look like I'm just a kid, but I'm not that...young..." He visibly worked to shove down his anger, his hands fidgeting anxiously in front of him and a pout crossing his face. He shouldn't let himself get angry, it wasn't right and made people less likely to put up with him. He was supposed to help people, not cause a fight. Still, he was much less schooled at being able to hide it than one would expect for someone his...'size.' "That's just kid's stories, it doesn't exist."
Not unless you believed in the religions that a few of the humans still clung to. Rem had believed, sure, but she and most of the crew were still scientists, at the end of the day. And Vash wasn't so sure what he felt about all of that, anyway.
Foulques knows the feeling. XD
Date: 2024-11-19 01:07 am (UTC)From:"As that isn't like to be for some time yet, rather than arguing the point, perhaps we should try something a bit more practical, such as introductions. I am Foulques of the Mist. And you?"
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Date: 2024-11-03 02:29 am (UTC)From:Eli was a sucker for kids. Always had been.
The scrawny underfed 13 year old in the oversized long-sleeved shirt that didn't match her patched pants came out of the classroom she had been hiding in at a run. And then she saw him. Her winter pale skin paled more. Her brown eyes went huge. Fear. It was written all over her face. In all the lines of her now stiff as a board body.
ADULT! Stranger adult male! And she didn't have so much as a dagger on her!
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Date: 2024-11-18 04:00 pm (UTC)From:"Uh...Mm...hi...?" His voice cracked awkwardly, and he shuffled uncomfortably where he stood.
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Date: 2024-11-19 07:10 am (UTC)From:"Who are you?" she asked, and then because she couldn't control her mouth "how old are you?"
Morse was going to kill her. If she found out. But Eli had gotten much better at hiding things from Morse.
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Date: 2024-11-03 02:31 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2024-11-18 04:56 pm (UTC)From:"Wha-Jail???" He squawked, shaking his head and backpedaling before bumping against the wall. What did she mean jail??? Did they find out? Did they know about Nai and the passcodes and what he'd done? His vision blurred behind watery eyes, his hands giving an ineffectual little flap in their oversized sleeves, his head shaking harder. "No, no, no-...! No, what are you talking about? Please, no, I'm sorry, I didn't want-...I didn't-!"
His words hiccupped in his chest as he tried to regain his composure, but that had been getting harder the past couple of years, even without the thought that he'd finally been found out crashed itself into his head.
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Date: 2024-11-19 07:12 am (UTC)From: