A TRAIN COMES INTO THE STATION.
You wake up on a train.
Your phone is buzzing. It's in your pocket, in your hand, on the seat next to you. It's a normal phone, and you're on a normal train car. One of the lights flickers, a little further down. The world is very quiet. It feels like you're right where you're meant to be. On the phone's surface is a white screen and the words—
WELCOME TO THE CITY. BEGIN ORIENTATION?
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Please take a moment to complete your orientation.
Once you're finished, the subway doors slide open to let you out onto the train platform. To your right, the platform continues on and eventually ends; to the left is a set of stairs that will lead you up into the station itself. The platform is quiet, clean, empty–there's no one else around, and the only sounds you can hear are your own footsteps, your own breaths, and the occasional faraway sound of a creaking pipe or rush of air. The train you disembarked will stay there as long as you do, its doors still open, until you finally decide to venture up into this new locale.
As you make your way up the stairs to your left, you find yourself in the belly of City Hall station. The station is large, a sprawling underground mini-metropolis of corridors and storefronts. Here, you may find others like you, freshly-arrived city residents from other realms (or even your own). There is also a subway map, which will give you an idea of the layout of the neighborhood, and ticketing machines, which can currently only be used to buy tickets to a handful of stations located on lines 1, 2, and 9.
If you're hungry or in need of any kind of supplies, there are plenty of storefronts inside the subway station as well—snack stands, convenience stores, restaurants, clothing stores, a pharmacy, and a variety of empty shops that may or may not have ever been in use. Everything is unlocked, and you can take whatever you need.
Characters may stay on the train platform indefinitely, and may re-board and re-disembark from the subway as many times as they like, but the train will not depart nor will the doors close. Once they go up the stairs into the train station, they may hear the train doors closing and the train departing. Another train will not arrive, no matter how long the character waits. Only once they come up the stairs into the station itself may characters encounter their fellow newly-arrived residents and take advantage of what the city has to offer.
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WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
The station is located in the city center. It has three major exits that lead to areas of interest in the district, but there are several other smaller exits that lead in other directions around the neighborhood. You are welcome to use any of them, but may find the north, southwest, and east exits to be the most welcoming.
TO THE NORTH
The northern entrance to the station leads up into the sunlight and puts you out in a brickwork plaza. There's a modest building in front of you, three or four stories of stone with a welcoming facade. There's a sign above the entryway–it says City Hall. You may be tempted to explore, if you're interested in learning more about the city and how it functions, but prepare to find yourself disappointed–the folders in the records rooms are full of empty, blank sheets of paper, and the logbooks and balance sheets are similarly devoid of information.
Immediately to the west of City Hall, you will find a small building that houses the tourist information kiosk. The kiosk is not currently operational, but you may want to remember its location...
TO THE SOUTHWEST
The western exit of the station takes you up into a city park, lush and green with a very light fog still hanging about the trees. There are lampposts on the walkways and benches where you could rest, and plenty of flora, although you can neither see nor hear any signs of animal life. You walk the paths that meander idly through the verdant grass and you feel a sense of peace, some of your unease about this place easing into a pleasant calm. The air smells fresh, like it's recently rained, and you'll find the grass ever so slightly damp should you decide to take a seat.
As you make your way deeper into the park, the trees grow denser and the smell of soil and plant life grows stronger. This is the older part of the park, very nearly a forest, with ivy climbing the trunks of the trees and plants and shrubs growing riotously around their bases. As you turn a corner, you find yourself first in the statue garden, although the statues are harder to see now, choked as they are with ivy. There are many statues, some partially obscured, some fully–very few of them still stand free of the vines and clinging roots. (It doesn't feel quite as peaceful here.) If a statue's face looks a little bit familiar, you may not want to look at it too long.
Continue down the path and you will find yourself in a graveyard, one that seems centuries old. Most of the headstones are worn away by time and covered in moss, rendering them impossible to read. The few that are free of moss are blank, or bear only suggestions of names too faint to be understood. (Was that the name of–no, it couldn't have been. Could it?) Many of the headstones stand at an angle or are toppled over completely, having been subjected to either strong winds or the roots of the trees that grow up from some of the graves, spreading branches toward the sky.
TO THE EAST
The final exit of the station, to the east, puts you out on a quiet surface street. Are you hungry? Or are you paralyzed by choice? There are plenty of restaurants, offering options of almost any food you can imagine. You could try a convenience store–it's well stocked, and the items there seem free for the taking. How about a restaurant? There's no one to take your order, but when you look in the kitchen, there's something on the stove, and it's just what you've been craving. Imagine that.
A few blocks down, you come in through the lobby of a tall building and find yourself in a corporate office. The fluorescent lights are steady and unforgiving, and the cubicles and offices are empty. There are a few pieces of paper on desks, a few folders left in organizers, but everything is perfectly blank. Despite how empty and quiet the office is, it nonetheless gives you the feeling that just a few minutes ago, this place was bustling with workers going about their daily business.
You enter another building and find yourself in the lobby of an apartment complex–finally, a place to rest. The first door you try opens easily into a completely empty living room, freshly vacuumed but without a single piece of furniture. It's a nice apartment, quiet, but with a little too much echo for your taste, maybe. Still, and perhaps oddly, you have no trouble envisioning what life here would be like.
The second door you open leads to an apartment that feels lived-in. Why does it feel lived-in? It's fully furnished with items that seem to go together perfectly, true, but the feeling is more than that–the room feels like someone was just here, maybe standing right in the kitchen only moments before you swung the door open. The air is a perfectly comfortable temperature, and it somehow smells like home despite that you've never once set foot here before. The refrigerator is stocked, and the cabinets are full of spices and flatware and kitchen utensils.
As you look around the living room, you find that there are pictures in frames on the walls and some of the flat surfaces–a seascape, a field, a shot of a city park bench. In each of the photos there's something just slightly wrong with the angle, as though the photographer were aiming for a subject that can no longer be seen.
Characters are welcome to explore the district around the City Hall subway station to their heart's content. The City Hall building itself contains several floors of offices and file rooms, but none of them contain any particularly interesting information. Nonetheless, characters may wish to team up with other newcomers and try to find some hints about the nature of the city. They can also spend a while in the park, the statue garden, or the graveyard. In the blocks surrounding the station there are plenty of options for food and housing, as well as office buildings, storefronts, and alleyways to look around. There are no workers in any of the buildings, and there does not seem to be an honor system for payment, nor any consequences for taking food from the stores or setting up camp in an apartment or office building.
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A WASH, ANYONE?
The coin laundromat is tucked into the first floor of one of the tall apartment buildings. Soap is complimentary, and while the machines say that they cost a quarter per load, in reality they are fully operational without any money being exchanged at all. If you have any clothes that need a wash, perhaps items that have been dirtied by your explorations (or your travels before arriving in the city), you may want to take this opportunity to wash them for free.
From the soap dispenser, you can retrieve packets of detergent in different strengths. There's plenty of stock of for mild to moderate grime and for heavy-duty stains, but there are also a handful of packets with slightly less obvious purposes. For things remembered, says one. For unhappy accidents, says another. Feel free to use whichever seems most suited to your needs.
When your laundry cycle has ended, the buzzer sounds and the door pops open so the clothing can be retrieved. You grab a laundry basket and reach in to start pulling fabric out of the machine by the handful. But wait a second–the more clothing you retrieve, the less familiar the items seem, and by the time you've retrieved the last bundled sock from the depths of the dryer you're absolutely positive: These clothes don't belong to you.
You're sure that you put your own clothing into the machine, but these are someone else's clothes entirely. Did someone sneak in while you weren't paying attention and swap out your laundry? Or did you accidentally open up the wrong dryer to retrieve the wrong load? Maybe you'd better look around at whoever else is in the laundromat with you and have a go at trying to find the owner of these clothes.
Whether the characters have had their clothing swapped or simply opened the wrong machine to grab someone else's laundry is up to the player's imagination, but one thing's for sure: you have someone else's clothes in your basket. Maybe these are clothes that belong to another character in the laundromat, or maybe they're garments that belong to someone that character knew back home. Players are encouraged to mess around with the premise and use it to get to know other characters!
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COME ONE, COME ALL...
Have you ever noticed that flickering sign hanging in the window of that little building around the corner from the parking lot? The one that says PSYCHIC READINGS in bold neon lettering?
You step inside the shop and immediately smell a powerful combination of aromas: herbs, candles, incense, something spicy and warm underneath. It's a small space, cluttered with objects. A crystal ball covered in velvet sits in the center of a table, and there are tarot card sets and drawers full of dried herbs and flowers. On the shelves are various remedies with labels printed so neatly it's impossible to tell whether they're typed or handwritten. Headaches, or hemophilia, and also irascibility and fits of sighing. There are also jars full of less easily-identifiable contents, but a close examination may show you frog legs, fish eyes, rat tails. For some reason, it feels like sticking your hand in one of these jars might not be the best idea.
Toward the back of the shop is a glass case that holds the bust of a woman. As you approach, your movement triggers a light inside the case to illuminate the woman's face–or where her face would be, if she had one. The normal human features of her face are smoothed out until they barely resemble a face at all, with slightly hollowed divots for eyes and a faintly raised bump for a nose. The closer you get, though, the more strongly you feel that despite the absence of eyes, the woman is indeed watching you.
The lettering at the top of the case states FORTUNE TELLER, and a sign affixed to the front of the glass says, Ask for anything, but be careful what you wish for.
You form a question in your mind, then ask your question out loud. The woman shifts, straightening up, and you hear the faint whirring of clockwork and pneumatics moving inside her. She gathers her hands in front of her, cupping them like she's holding water, and strange light emanates from her palms, casting harsh illumination on the blank space where her face should be. Although she has no mouth with which to speak, you nonetheless hear a vaguely female voice intone, "Your fate has been read."
A paper slip emerges from a slot in the front of the case, your freshly-printed fortune, the ink barely dry.
Although the crystal ball will not actually show the future, characters with any kind of herbal knowledge may clock that the herbs and remedies in the drawers and shelves of the shop are legitimate. Characters can ask anything they want of the fortune teller, or make as many wishes as they like. They'll get as many fortune slips as correspond to the number of questions they ask. Players are encouraged to come up with whatever vaguely-accurate fortunes you think work for your character, but if you're low on ideas, you can always try an online Magic 8 Ball or fortune cookie generator.
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WILDCARD.
The city is by no means small, and there are plenty of things for you to see. There's no rush in exploring, so feel free to take your time looking around and peering into various nooks and crannies and alleyways—and don't worry, you're not very likely to find anything peering back.
If none of the above prompts appeal, feel free to check out the Locations and Maps pages and write your own freestyle prompt using one or many of the available locations.
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vash the stampede | trigun stampede
Wha... ( he'd woken up disoriented and confused, currently staring at the text on the screen. YES. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. he'll pick that option and get off the train in search of wolfwood, meryl and roberto. the last thing vash remembers is trying to stop the sandsteamer and... and seeing the shocked look on the faces of his companions. shit. well, it doesn't matter now if they've found out the truth about him. all that matters is finding them first and making sure they're all right, and then maybe figuring out what this place is about. )
Hi! Hello there! Excuse me? ( he'll be approaching whoever catches his attention first, forcing a smile on his face. look, look, look, he's a friendly looking guy who doesn't look like a threat at all. just ignore his missing left arm. there used to be a cybernetic prosthesis there, but the last thing he remembers is passing out, so he figures someone must have removed it for some reason. not important. right now, all he wants to do is ask a few questions and hopefully get some answers. )
( @ CITY PARK )
( vash can't help but be drawn to the park. he stands quietly amongst the trees for a good few minutes, just breathing in the fresh air, feeling that sense of calm and peace flowing through him... it's something he hasn't felt in so long. after a good length of time, ridiculous, really, he'll place his hand on the trunk of a large tree and look up at the growth of leaves, staring up in reverence. to anyone passing through, this guy is sure acting like he hasn't seen a damn tree in his life. )
[OPTION A]
Do you mind? ( if he catches someone staring, he'll ask for a favor. ) There's this feature on this... ( he'll hand his phone over where it's on camera mode. ) Just a few shots will do. ( and POSE! peace sign, index finger on cheek, tree hugging! )
[OPTION B]
It's nice here, isn't it? Here. Have more. ( why wouldn't anyone want to have lunch out here on the bench? vash is more than happy to share his meal with whoever's interested in joining him. he hasn't eaten much in the past few days back on his home planet, but after having helped save hopeland right before getting here, he feels a celebration is in order. there's a little bit of everything. not much. he's not at all greedy, but he had taken enough to make sure he can share it with whoever else might be hungry. )
( @ LAUNDROMAT )
Eh... EH? ( he should've stopped pulling out the load after he couldn't find his red coat, but he could've sworn he'd made use of this very machine, so why is his coat missing? no, no, no, no, no. he grabs the rest of whoever's laundry this is, shoving it into the basket, wanting to make sure that his coat isn't stuffed in there somewhere before he gets up and starts looking around.
none of the other machines seem to be in use, so... )
Hey. ( since there's just one other person in here with him, he might as well check if this load of laundry happens to be theirs. all he'd washed was his coat, boxers, shirt, jeans and socks. that's it. jeez. this was supposed to have been a quick laundry pickup... yikes. all vash is wearing right now is a bathrobe and nothing else. boy, is he feeling a little exposed. )
Is this... yours? ( he'll point to the basket of clothes he'd placed on one of the machines. ) Sorry, it's still kinda wet. ( not through any fault of his own! the machine had ended its run. it clearly needs another go in the dryer. )
( @ NETWORK )
Hey. Anyone here feels it's weird that everything's free for the taking? ( he can't sleep and he might be feeling a little guilty for having spoiled himself through the day. all that free food, the use of the laundromat, lying down on this bed in this apartment he's made himself comfortable in... )
( @ WILDCARD )
Feel free to come at me with anything else you'd like! Vash's canon point is at the end of #107 Wolfwood. I can be reached via PM if you'd like to discuss plans for a thread, etc.
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[ tbf that's a legitimate concern, so ]
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It just feels like there should be more of us here... Have you met anyone who's native to this city?
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Not really. The entire city seems to be empty save for us.
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laundromat... wildcard? i thought this would be funny
nerves cause them to shake slightly, causing an ever-so-slight clinking sound from their prosthetic, clock-like head. that coat is their uniform! it has their name on it! they're sure that if they figure their way out of this and back to the bus without it, vergilius is going to give them hell for this!
there are a few other individuals in the laundromat waiting on their own laundry, as well as a few machines that seem to be spinning unattended. well, there's not much to do for those (except keep a metaphorical eye out for tell-tale flashes of red?), so instead they approach others waiting to ask in a series of rapid-fire tic-tic-tic-tic-ticing: )
< I'm so sorry to bother you but it seems as though I have misplaced my coat and it is very important that I get it back do you think you've seen it it's red with gold trim and it says "Limbus Company" on the shoulder and I am going to be in big trouble if I can't find it!! >
( and, lucky him, vash is the recipient of this stream-of-consciousness entreaty from a very anxious clock-faced stranger. the only sound dante is making is the ticking sound, but the meaning of it filters through into his head nonetheless. how strange! )
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Hey! ( his eyes go wide. ) I understood you! ( he stands up quickly in his excitement, big grin in place, still much too easily amused by the fact his brain's capable of processing all of these different languages all of a sudden. )
Oh. Wait... ( right. the coat. he scratches at the back of his head and lets out a soft chuckle before motioning for them to come with him. he's not sure why, but they all seem to keep getting their laundry mixed up after a wash. good thing he's starting to get the hang of it, so he's been helping some folks find their missing garments. if there's one thing vash can be sure of right now, the ones who've been brought here to the city are all kinds of decent. no one's stolen anything so far! )
You might want to check for it here. ( he'd set up a small station for misplaced stuff. there's a pile of laundry in a basket and some of it's even been folded by him. ) I definitely saw a red coat. ( that piece of clothing would be hard to miss! it's his favorite color and all. )
Is it, um, this one? ( he remembers rolling it up so it wouldn't get wrinkled. ) Limbus Company, you said? I don't know if I noticed the gold trim, but... here? ( he offers up the coat for inspection. )
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the clock-like head bobs with an enthusiastic nod, and since they can't do anything like smile to encourage vash in his discovery, they instead give him a thumbs-up with a gloved hand.
they tilt their head quizzically to one side, and they dutifully follow along as the stranger gestures for them to do, their attention drawn toward where it seems like someone — this individual, perhaps? — has created a "lost and found" of sorts with various articles of clothing that seem to have gotten mixed up or otherwise weren't claimed. dante is heartened to hear that he had seen a red coat earlier; surely there weren't that many of them floating around?
they might end up surprised how much more common of a fashion statement they seem to be here rather than in the City dante is from.
the color looks about right for the coat that vash hands to them, but dante doesn't want to get their hopes up prematurely. it doesn't take very long after they begin to unravel the coat for them to realize with a shock of relief that, yes, it appears to be theirs. )
< That's it! >
( said as a very pleasant ding! noise.
they crush the jacket to their chest and reach out to grab vash's hand, shaking it with energetic gratitude. )
< I'm assuming you set all of these aside like this? Thank you so much!! It's a part of my uniform, you see, and I've always thought it seemed expensive, so if I lost it I'm sure I would've been in so much trouble. > ( they release vash's hand to inspect the coat once more, continuing to tick. ) < Oh, wow, and it looks like the wash did get the bloodstains out! >
( oh )
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laundromat
Sluggishly, she lifts it, watching as water drips from the torn bottoms to the floor. )
This is indeed Faust's coat. ( Folding it over her arm, she moves back to where she'd been sitting, and after some silent shuffling, does a quick switch over. The things that had been in her machine were pulled out and placed in a basket of her own, her coat was tucked back inside the machine and turned on...
And then she lifts one piece of clothing up over the machines for Vash to see. She's holding it between her thumb and forefinger, and while she certainly could have used the distinct red coat to ask if it was his, she has instead... chosen his boxers. Sorry. )
Are these yours?
( For the record, they're also damp. )
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Hm? ... ( his eyes go wide when he sees her holding his underwear of all things. ) Ah... ( and that thing is practically ancient. a little ratty looking even. cringe. ) Yes. YES. That would be mine. Ha ha. Heh. Just. Um. ( he slides over in one quick motion and snags it from between her fingers, scrunching it into a ball in the palm of his hand before putting said hand behind him, looking a little red in the face. )
I really could've sworn I used that machine over there... Heheh. ( how in the world did their laundry get mixed up like this?! ) Thanks. Uh... Is there anything else? ( at least the rest of it is just... well, nothing will be as bad as her holding up his boxer briefs like that. reminder to go get himself a new pair asap. )
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She lowers her hand slowly after the boxers are snatched right back, but waits until he asks for more before gesturing to the basket behind her. Sure enough, there's red in sight, as well as the rest of his clothing. )
There are these ragged articles.
( RAGGED... She says it so softly and without any sort of force, though, so is it an insult? Is it her teasing? Who knows! )
While it is possible that you may have misplaced your own clothing, it is not possible that Faust would have made such a simple mistake. This was the machine that Faust's coat was placed into, and yet now it's ended up over there...
It's likely that once finished drying, Faust will have to search every machine to find that coat again.
( In other words, she's betting on strange shenanigans here, purely because she cannot possibly live in a world where she mixed up her own laundry. Her gaze stays on Vash, also, whether he's getting his clothes or trying to find some way to change into them... She's not really shy.
She's more interested in gathering information. )
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network; text @gg_crew
[ being a prisoner to an alien empire for a hefty amount of months now has made someone rather bleak. ]
My advice would be to take only what is necessary to get by
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What does gg stand for? ( that username... vash can't help his curiosity. these people who are here with him, they're from all over it seems. )
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cities don’t simply empty of their inhabitants, not without dire reasons. unlikely then, that everyone is off on a city-wide holiday and will be back by monday morning.
… shiro will just be skipping over that optimism. ]
Galaxy Garrison
It’s an organization that trains up and coming astroexplorers. It’s stationed on Earth
I’m one of its pilots
[ … heh. ]
Was
My last deep space mission didn’t go as planned
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city park (a!)
not his circus, not his monkeys.
also: what kind of weirdo is just going to hand something he owns to a total stranger in a creepy empty city?? sir, do you need an adult? ）
Nope. （ the cruel indifference of a pre-selfie-culture shounen protag, tbh... ） And don't give your phone to strangers, old man.
（ you know. since he apparently needs the lesson??? ）
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Old man..? ( he says it softly, the words coming out as a whisper almost. oh. no one's ever called him that before! his eyes light up in amusement and he chuckles softly. that's really so true though. he's over a hundred and fifty years old too. not that he looks it, but still. it kinda feels good to be thought of as an old man. like maybe he's finally coming off as wiser, more experienced, trustworthy even? )
Got it. ( he slips his phone back into his jacket pocket and looks the kid up and down, just wanting to make sure that he's not hurt anywhere. some of these folks he'd run into had some injuries on them. ) Did you come here to take a look at the trees too? ( because it's something, isn't it? growing out here in the wild with so much green all around. he's never seen anything like it. smiling a little more, vash can't help but look up again at the canopy of trees above them, just enjoying the view. )
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ichigo's body language at that obvious scrutiny gets that sort of hard-edged defiance that can only be pulled off by a surly teen, and he stuffs his own hands in his pockets, shoulders slouched in a manner that can only be habitual. no injuries to speak of — at least nothing that affects his posture, or has left an obvious mark.
he gives vash a once-over in return, opens his mouth to speak... and then whatever it was he'd intended to say gets swallowed behind a grimace. ）
No. I'm looking for people. （ 'you're people' goes unsaid. ） What's your name?
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city park; I apologize in advance
This place wasn't so different from the crumbling and wasteful cities that the sinners, humans, whatever you might wish to call them had built back home. This one just seemed more...tolerable than those of No Man's Land. ] So you were brought here as well, Vash...
asjdfgskfff nvr apologize
Nai... ( the last time he'd seen knives was during the destruction of jeneora rock, in which he'd been blamed for, of course, like with everything else. not that he doesn't carry that burden of guilt with him everywhere he goes. because he'd failed to stop him. failed to do more. and for that, so many lives had been destroyed; those who'd survived had lost their homes, and he can never go back. )
You're here. ( understatement of the century. somehow he didn't think he'd see him again. or more like, he hoped he wouldn't. this city doesn't deserve to be destroyed. the people here don't deserve to die. vash clenches his hand into a fist. )
Are you alone?
Arrival
Koriel XIII is a dirty looking guy, still caked in some blood from when the last time he was aware of himself. His dim, blue eyes are puzzled at best, annoyed at worse.
Sorry, Vash, this man's a little useless when it comes to help. ]
Who are you?
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I'm Vash. ( not that introductions are important right now. he shakes his head a little, brushing that off with a wave of his hand. ) Are you hurt? ( or has he just got someone else's blood on him? it's hard to say. ) What happened? ( okay. that's probably way too many questions at once. here's an important one: )
Do you know who you are? ( his relief that he'd finally run into someone here had definitely been short-lived, but nevertheless, he's glad to have walked through this part of the station because there's not a single soul about. this poor fella could've just collapsed here, needing help, with no one coming to his aid. )
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Koriel XIII lets out a breath as he feels the soreness in his body dissipate just a little as he's sat down. He's forgotten how much pain he's been in.
His brows stitch together as he takes in all the questions. It's been a long, long time since anyone's talked to him so much. He doesn't look happy about it, but at least he has a voice to reply, unlike his brother. ]
The tower... is not here. I do not hear it. That wailing... So I am not sure what happened. I am not more hurt than usual.
[ His words are stilted and rather flat, but at least he's decided to speak. A closer look at him will notice a small pair of metallic, artificial wings on his back. He has a coat that looks shabby and not terribly warm. His eyes appear to be twitching, just a bit.
This man, this Vash, is buzzing about like Alice would, though with less huffiness, so maybe for a moment he can accept the attention. ]
I do know. I could never forget.
[ It is his brother that forgets... everything important. Everything he should never have. Koriel XIII frowns and looks down at the ground. ]
You are also... lost... right?
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@Network; text UN: BGP
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Have you dealt with something like this before?
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Are you actually complaining?
Don't worry, soon enough someone'll dream up money and start chargin' for somethin' they have exclusively.
That's just people.
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I'm just a little worried, that's all. It just seems to be good to be true.
( and aw, man. 'that's just people'? why so cynical, bruh? )
Someone said we should only take what we need. That seems like sound advice, I think.
So, I'm guessing you woke up on that train too?
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