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[recalls]

[Vanille's sitting on a low branch of a tree, bouncing her heels against the trunk. It is immediately apparent that she does so halfheartedly, without her usual overenthusiasm and energy. She lets her head fall back, lets it bump against the bark with a dull thud, and peers up at the sun through a canopy of brilliant autumn leaves. The Queen has

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[hopelessdreamer]

[she rests her chin in her hand.]

People more than places, really. I'd been travelling for a while before I got here.

[recalls]

[She nods.] It seems like most of us have people we miss.

[hopelessdreamer]

They're more important than objects any day, that's why.

[recalls]

I think so, too. [A pause.] The people you miss, what are they like?

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[ladyguns]

Shit, I've been here like a day, and I can already say it's the dicks.

For real real, not like that other bitch pulling the fake-out.

[recalls]

[D: Well... that's certainly nothing she expected, and it momentarily shocks her out of her melancholy contemplation. But Vanille's nothing if not friendly, so she searches for something, anything to say in reply.

She latches on to the first part, the part that's not quite so... vulgar, and ever-eager to get to know people, introduces herself.] Oh! You're new? My name's Vanille, what's yours?

[ladyguns]

[ OH SHE SEES WHAT YOU DID THERE. she'll let you dodge the horrible subjects. for now. ]

Jan Valentine! Jan motherfucking Valentine if you wanna get all formal and shit. You can consider my ass fresh off the boat.

[recalls]

[Thank. God. She's really not ready to have a conversation about dicks with a vampire.]

Jan Valentine, got it! [Ignoring the fucking part... such language. She's probably never heard it. :|] Where did you come from?

[restlessdevil]

The people I would have missed back home are long dead. ....So I guess there are some places I miss, but not much else, actually.

[recalls]

[Bawww. Vanille's face falls at that. She can definitely relate. She doesn't like to talk about what happened on her world, so she doesn't want to pry.] I'm sorry... [A pause.] What are the places you miss like?

[restlessdevil]

Oh, didn't mean to make the mood go all sad.

But, there's the beach near where I was born, and there was this abandoned tower on the outskirts of Bainstay that I used to hang around all the time when I was young. I wonder if its still there. Hell, that whole city would be a huge nostalgia trip for me.

[recalls]

[Vanille looks up and offers a half-smile.] It's all right! I just think it's sad.

That sounds pretty. [She tilts her head.] What's Bainstay?

[esoteric_rose]

The way the city looked from the rooftops at night. It's a little thing, yes, but it's one of the few things I do miss.

[recalls]

It's okay to miss little things! I think, sometimes the little things are the most important.

[She's not really used to cities, and has never seen one that looks like what Grell would be referring to.] What did they look like?

[esoteric_rose]

Like a maze viewed from above, with the occasional street lamp to break the evening's darkness. Chaotic, almost, but retaining its own harmony. Like that until you got to the river, where the lights, the stars, the moon were all reflected in it.

[recalls]

[She smiles, trying to imagine that.] It sounds really pretty. I think I'd miss it, too.

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[brands]

[Fang finds Vanille easily -- she's always had a talent for that, and ambles over to the tree. She glances up, seems to consider something for a moment, and then begins an easy, graceful climb. It does not take long before she reaches the branch. She hoists herself up.]

Hey. Scoot over.

[recalls]

[Vanille doesn't open her eyes when she hears Fang's voice. Instead, she seems to curl inward, wrapping her arms around herself, dropping her chin to her chest.

She scoots over, though.]

[brands]

[She sits down next to Vanille and watches her for a bit, trying to figure out what to say, what needs to be said. She feels the loss of Hope and the others as well, but Vanille has always been more sensitive to these things, puts all of her heart into the well-being of other people.]

You know what I miss?

[recalls]

[She is grateful for Fang's presence, has always been grateful for her presence, as though her friend is a missing part of her, as though Fang is a set of iron-hard scales and she the soft, unprotected belly of a Navidon.

She unconsciously leans into the warmth Fang brings to her side, though she does not look up, does not remove her arms from their protective position around her middle.]

What?