revivalproject | Open | Power Plant and Hotel

Who: Vash and company!
What: Arrival and exploring the city
When: Anytime
Where: The hotel, power plant, but happy to have him anywhere

[Vash had been laying a little low when he first arrived. He was suppose to be going home so waking up here was a surprise and he decided to stay quiet at first. As he saw and met more and more people he remembered from the fleet then he starts to come out more.

He's set himself up a nice place in one of the hotel rooms. He's stored his food and small belongings there. Dressed in his usual red coat anyone who knew Vash well from his time in the fleet might find it strange that a small streak of his blond hair has turned black near his right ear. He's also wearing a bracelet that was gifted to him by Kitty.

Today he's mostly checking out the power plant with his black cat Kuroneko not too far away from him. He's been tinkering with something he THINKS looks like a generator. Trying to fix it and today after a bit more elbow grease he thinks he's ready to try his plan.

When he thinks no one is looking he shuts his eyes and places a hand on the generator. Willing his own power forth and into the machinery of the power plant. If his sister could power whole cities he should be able to as well right? Except of course his sisters knew what he was doing and weren't trying to work with alien tech. Vash hardly knows what he's doing when it comes to his abilities.

Except something that sounds like it's powering on starts to whirl! A hum fills the air and it looks like Vash may be successful! For all of two seconds. Something down the hall pops and bursts. With a yelp Vash falls backwards onto his back side gasping for air like he's just run a marathon. Legs too weak to get back up right away.] Well... that didn't work.

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They nod like they're trying to believe him but are having a hard time doing so. Almost suspicious now as they look him over. Taking back the hand that they'd been poking him with, they fold up their fingers and pull it up to hide in the layers of their sleeve.

"Just Vash? You're... you're not Ericks? And John, and..."

Vash's smile suddenly falters as he hears the aliases that he's used in the past. Names he's only used back home and no one else should know of. "How-- where have you heard those named before?"

"I don't know." It seems like a pretty sure answer, but their eyes fall to where they're still holding onto one of Vash's hands. Thoughtfully, they squeeze his fingers a little bit, and they change their answer.

"From you. You said them. Were you lying?"

"They were briefly my name back then, but not anymore." Vash doesn't try to pull his hand away when his fingers are squeezed. Not wanting to be intimidated. "Can you see my past?"

"I can see... hmm." Phalanx has to think about this one, and that is difficult to do when all the different pieces of yourself are clamoring with different things. It jams things up a little when they try to put it into words.

"You. I see... you. And this place. And some sand? Sands... Hands."

And that thought of 'hands' seems to stick out to them, as they blink as if it's surprising that the word left their own mouth. They look around, following something that isn't there, until their attention finally settles on Vash's left hand.

They reach for his metal wrist. "Hands!"

Vash allows Phalanx to gather his thoughts? Vash isn't sure if that's the right term to use or not, but it's the best he has. Sand must be home there was no doubt about that. At first at the mention of hands Vash's heart leaps. Thinking they saw his angel arm, but then he relaxes slightly and holds up his metal arm for inspection once he sees that Phalanx isn't seeing his angel arm. "Yeah. My left arm is a replacement."

"Yeah, it's not yours."

And they look around for a moment like they're searching for something (maybe his arm?) before focusing on the prosthetic limb he's holding up again. Like a child, their grubby hands reach for his arm without reservation, squeezing at it curiously.

"My arms are replacements too. And my legs. And my head." They laugh a little. Maybe they're making a joke..?

"Uhhhh..." Vash has no idea what to make of a sentence like that. He smiles like a dork as is his default when he's not sure how to feel. Gently joining in with the laughter even if he doesn't understand the joke at all. "Ah, sorry, did you say your head? Because where I'm from that's not something people can usually survive replacing."

Their laughing grows, like the two of them are sharing a nice little joke. Just two friends sharing a funny moment, while they continue to fidget with his fake arm.

"Ha... no, we didn't survive anything," said as pleasantly as anything else.

"Oh..." Vash doesn't try to take back his fake arm, but he does reach up with his real hand to scratch at the back of his head. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize that." Thanks to his time on the Fleet Vash has gotten use to speaking to those who had died back home.

It's kind of nice talking to someone who doesn't seem surprised about it. They don't find it surprising, after all.

"It's okay." They pat his metal arm reassuringly. "We're all here, so it's okay."

Vash probably misunderstands what they mean. Taking it like others who have died in their world to be resurrected in this one. "That's a good way to think about it. I hope you enjoy your time here."

And they misunderstand Vash's misunderstanding! Really, they're quite pleased that someone seems to be taking to the idea so quickly instead of trying to argue with them. They've got a big smile on now.

"We enjoy it! Moving and speaking and touching. It's nice." Being dead sucked.

"Is there anyone else from your home world here?" Anyone else he needs to worry about spying on his past?

Oh boy, the misunderstandings are just going to continue as they nod happily.

"Yes! We're all here. All of us. Some old... and twins and twenties and moms..."

Ooooookay. That was weird. "Yeah. That's good? I guess? But, ah, do you think you could do me a favor? The things you might see or know about me? Could you not tell everyone else? I don't want to freak people out or scare them away from me. Okay?"

"Scare them? Are you scary?" They pause to look him over one more time, frowning a little. "...I don't see scary.

"To some people I can be." As much as Vash hates to admit it. "But I'm glad that you don't think I look scary."

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