[Ain hurtling into a public fountain is both a threat as much as a promise, at this point. Vash has no idea the storm that's coming.
It's a quaint little town. It's nothing compared to the cities they've floated through recently, super industrial and busy. Here...the outdoors really seeps through, and it's clear that it's quite secluded from what most people would consider a more populated region. It's not isolated entirely from the grid at all, as evident by the fact that there's power and running water and modern ameneties, it's just got a different feel. Less people, but less is more in this case.
Vash has never told Ain about one town similar to this one in particular that he used to frequent. The people knew him there, lauded him as a hero...because he'd saved it, once. He'd been responsible for helping restore power to the city, ultimately saving them from the ordeal of struggling for fresh water and power to live their lives. The people remembered him, welcomed him warmly when he arrived. It was one of those times where Vash felt happy...he felt like he'd done something good.
But Nai caught up with him. And now, that town...no longer exists. Nothing more than a rubble-strewn husk, and what people do remain likely no longer live there. Vash just knows that he's no longer welcome. Were he to ever show his face again...
He blinks hard, and just like that he's back to the present, listening to Ain chirp happily as he talks about their surroundings. He bobs his head as they walk, nodding with his hands finding their way into his jacket pockets.]
I've only ever seen places like this in books before. It almost feels like we're in a painting, doesn't it?
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It's a quaint little town. It's nothing compared to the cities they've floated through recently, super industrial and busy. Here...the outdoors really seeps through, and it's clear that it's quite secluded from what most people would consider a more populated region. It's not isolated entirely from the grid at all, as evident by the fact that there's power and running water and modern ameneties, it's just got a different feel. Less people, but less is more in this case.
Vash has never told Ain about one town similar to this one in particular that he used to frequent. The people knew him there, lauded him as a hero...because he'd saved it, once. He'd been responsible for helping restore power to the city, ultimately saving them from the ordeal of struggling for fresh water and power to live their lives. The people remembered him, welcomed him warmly when he arrived. It was one of those times where Vash felt happy...he felt like he'd done something good.
But Nai caught up with him. And now, that town...no longer exists. Nothing more than a rubble-strewn husk, and what people do remain likely no longer live there. Vash just knows that he's no longer welcome. Were he to ever show his face again...
He blinks hard, and just like that he's back to the present, listening to Ain chirp happily as he talks about their surroundings. He bobs his head as they walk, nodding with his hands finding their way into his jacket pockets.]
I've only ever seen places like this in books before. It almost feels like we're in a painting, doesn't it?