Arrival To Not-Earth

[mayflyhunter]

Who: Vash the Stampede and OPEN~!
What:  Vash's arrival to the Nexus.
When: Pretty much right after the poor sod showed up.
Where: Zone 1

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OH GOD I CAN TAG THIS, RIGHT?

[greasemunkygal]

Mikaela had been confined to Zone 1 for the time being; the chemical spill was still preventing her and everyone else from going home immediately. It was frustrating, it was boring, and she still felt slightly sick. Once she made sure that Kitt wasn't going to completely crumble on her, she decided it was time for a walk. She needed to get away from the others; the guilt she felt over Kitt (and even Kino), the peering and questioning eyes of the Autobots, Sam's feminine whining. She just needed air.

So, she gathered up her purse, stuffed her shoes back on her feet, and set off without a real destination in mind. This would give her some time to think, at least.

Or so she thought. She had barely been walking five minutes when she heard a whine that seemed to come from in between buildings. Deciding that the buildings probably (though who knew, here) didn't talk, she went to investigate.

..."Hello? Anyone there?" She poked her head into the alley, a brow lifted in curiosity.

Sure can :3

[mayflyhunter]

At first, he jumped back from the voice, thinking it was one of those metal people come to find him. But it didn't sound like them, and there hadn't been any stamp stomp of huge feet either. Timidly, wincing, Vash looked up...

... And saw an angel looking into the alley.

He just stared at her. The first human face he'd seen since he suddenly turned up here. Maybe some of the others had been in the lines with other humans, but not him. He'd been stuck surrounded by giant pieces of Lost Technology. Her hair was long and dark, like... No, it wasn't her. They had different eyes... didn't they?

"Y... H..." Coherent words didn't come out of his mouth.

yesssssss

[greasemunkygal]

She narrowed her eyes in concern, and tilted her head to the side. What was he doing in there? Hiding from something…someone, that’s what it looked like. He wasn’t familiar, at least not to her, but he didn’t look like he was going to hurt her, so she stepped completely into the alley, regarding him carefully.

“Uh…are you okay?” She asked hesitantly, running her fingers through her hair nervously. Nothing coherent was coming from him, and Mikaela wasn’t sure what else to say. She took a step forward then stopped and eyed her surroundings. Being in an alley with someone she didn’t know wasn’t good. There was a trash can next to her, if necessary, she could grab the lid and use it as a weapon if necessary.

[mayflyhunter]

She was beautiful!

There were no other words to describe her. Except maybe, "perfect", or "lovely", or "fairest flower in all the sun-dried and wasted world!" But none of those would come. He just sat there, stammering.

Wait, question. She was asking him a question. Was he okay? Vash glanced down. Patches of his coat were stained a darker red, and he ached all over from the fight... He'd live. That counted as okay, didn't it?

"H-Hi there...!" he said finally, peeling a gloved hand off a wound to wave awkwardly at her. "I... I'm okay! Really! No need to worry, fairest flower of this sun-dried and wasted world!"

Hey! He had gotten some of it out!