New Growth After The Fall

"Thank you. Momma says its good. Kids say its not but they're wrong and mean." He speaks slowly but with purpose, every sound enunciated clearly yet still his voice is quiet and soft.

"I smelt this really good place earlier before I headed for work. Think you can polish a burger off on your own?" If not he'd devour whatever was left, glancing to the kid he chuckled. "Obviously, I'm buying and you don't have to eat that if you don't like. Whatever you want that's legal." Though if the other sipped an alcoholic beverage whilst he conveniently wasn't looking he wouldn't be mad.

"Well this is new."

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None of what is happening is appreciated! No, sir, not at all! The taunt jacket pulling up under her arms keeps her locked in a hovering T Pose. With the ground just out of reach, her legs are stretched out, trying to find something to stand on.

In fact, there was something profoundly strange about this entire situation, even beyond the fact that this young man seemed confused about both when and where he was. From the looks of things his quirk was likely something relating to gravity - similar to one of his own students (Ochako Uraraka) although he didn't seem to have any trick for releasing his hold on someone.

However, one thing at a time. Answer the man's questions and then he could perhaps get some answers of his own.

Blue eyes watched the man become distracted by a floating leaf, as if he had never seen green like that before.

Oh, right, he was asked a question, he should probably answer that. But how does one answer it?

"Well, there's two kinds, dependents and independents. I'm an independent. They're like..." He trails off, frowning as he tried to remember his parents explaining it. "Like a living nuclear reactor?"

That, didn't sound too encouraging. He tilts his head, arms lax in his jacket as he hums, frowning in thought as he shifts his weight to one foot.

"They generate things like food and water and can terraform planets if taken care of properly. Humans usually don't take care of them well enough to do this, you must know about Plants, probably have one of the old ships from the fall somewhere here, right?" Again, something distracts him, his hand coming out to capture the petal that fluttered in the wind, staring at it in awe.

Then he frowned, head tilting as he stared at it. It felt wrong, not like the eco decks, it's new, foreign.

"Teach. Please? Mamma's busy." A single mother with a strange child had to work more then most to keep providing for them both. At least the innkeeper didn't mind him hanging around and playing the old piano there but even he got bored of sitting for hours eventually and had to go outside to run like any other child. He just often ended up regretting the choice.

He stood and stepped over to tug on the adult's jacket.

The hand on his jacket makes him laugh, playfully swaying where he stood like the soft tug would throw him off balance. Listening he noted the young's name, warmth filling his heart.

The song though... That was nice. Soft and gentle and it sounded kind. Like when his mother had had time to sing for him when he was younger before she had to go back to working.

As the ringing and pain fades, he tilts his head this way and that to chase the sound of the song before its gone just like the lights.

Perhaps staying for a few years wouldn't be the worst plan. If it helped the youth, perhaps it would be okay.

"It's called Sign Language. Humans before the great Fall used to use it to communicate to the deaf and the hard of hearing. It's mostly forgotten these days, but I've worked to preserve it's use." Taught as many as would listen, mostly parents of the deaf and the young whom could not hear.

One scowl and raise of fingers is all he needs for them to flee. They weren't doing anything more than bullying the child for seeming slow, something that ground his gears far too much.

With the idiot teens gone he turns, slipping to a knee to face the quiet youth, gold eyes gentle as he offers up his hands as he speaks, their motions smooth and practiced as he signed his words.

"Are you alright? They didn't hurt you did they?" He'd inspect the younger if he wasn't worried about triggering a fight or flight response. "My name is Pthalo. Are you hungry?"

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The boy cowered with his arms over his head, trying to wait out the teenagers and their bullying when he heard something very very strange. The whoosh of a body through the air but no one throwing them. No flex of muscle and grunt of effort. Just a very pretty adult moving between him and his assailants, scaring them away with hardly an inch of effort. Most adults were blandly tolerant of the all but nonverbal child, a few were nice, but no one tended to bother with him.

He blinked at the moving hands, looking lost but intrigued. Was he talking with his hands? Silent talking? He wished everyone did that.

The boy nodded and covered his ears, bruises visible on his arms from the rough treatment. He wasn't worried about those though. His ears were ringing painfully from the bullies shouting in them to watch him cringe and cry, laughing as they hurt overly sensitive ears. He sniffles and peers up at the adult.

All at once there was a young man looking quite disorientated, appearing in a flurry of feathers and flash of blinding light. - That was when there was a rumbling in the Earth and the former Pro began to turn.

The heteromorph villain behind him was crazed, eyes wide and wild - absolutely incensed.

"À̸͈̀́̍ͅL̴͕̹͚̾͗͑L̷͚̐ ̷̺͙͈̙̱͐̾͋̚͠M̸̢̛̮̝̾̀̎̂I̶̡̗͇̬̩͌̈́̈͠͝G̵̡͈̥̥̳̐̆͛̌H̸̯͚͈̣̅͊T̵̯͈̪̒̄͗͑̚!!"

Yet even as Toshinori prepared himself -

Suddenly they were being lifted high into the air and then the man was flying through the air before crashing into the ground, startling several passersby as the fountain was cracked and shattered. Water sprayed. Toshinori's attention swung from the man on the ground to the younger man who had just appeared out of nowhere.

Of course part of him wanted to secure the villain (he was used to the attacks by now), but even more than that he went directly to the young man. Others seemed to already be contacting the proper authorities.

He jogged towards the other as fast as his body would allow, saying, "I'm fine... Are you all right, young man?"

"Just fine. The creature's still alive, just heavily concussed." He jabbed a thumb back towards the villain with his paper white arm, a small sweeping motion out. "Surprised there's so much green here, how many Plants are in this city?"

The question wouldn't be strange for him, if it weren't for the crippling silence he heard, even pushing his Gate to it's limit where he'd hear the chitters of other Independents, he hears nothing.

"Speaking of.... What city is this? I was just in December before the Plant Facility malfunctioned in the middle of the night." It was broad daylight now, which only left him more and more confused, slowly beginning to show in his eyes, clearly not liking the crowd forming behind him.

"... Do you also have the day and time? I feel like I've missed... Something." Everything by the looks of it, with the green catching his eyes again, a leaf drifting past his face earning his full attention.

...What was 'breaking and entering' next to his rap sheet, though?

Quietly he climbed the stairs and navigated the catwalks as he went from one bulb to another, touching hands or forehead to the glass. He intended to say hello to each of them. Or rather, he intended to greet however many he could - it was comforting, sometimes, to pay his sisters a visit wherever they may be. To remind himself of where he came from.

Sometimes things just got so...

Vash froze with his hands against the glass of a bulb. He could see both his own reflection and the confused expression of the Dependent through the glass. - The sea of Dependent signatures was a familiar one, he could feel his sisters from miles off... but... this wasn't that...

This was another -

The black-haired Plant swung around, a hand already reaching on reflex for his weapon. Sharp eyes looked around. The signature of another Independent... similar enough to those of Dependents but... The only one's he'd ever known were himself and - "Kni...?"

He threw the nickname out into the relatively quiet space around himself. He knew that he shouldn't dare to hope after so long had passed without hide nor hair of his twin but --

One reached for his mind, alerting the younger who shifted to watch the man. He'd noted a change but had no idea what it meant, presuming perhaps a sister was Pregnant or talking to herself again.

When the man spun, hand on what looked to be a weapon he tensed, snapping a sliver of his energy to the trigger to jam it before he dropped with silent grace behind the other. Eyes scanned his figure a few times over as his head tilted.

"You're dying." It's the first thing to come to mind at the sight of inky black, head cocked to the side as blue flickered light around his hand, the only sign he was actively using his skills other than the change of his eyes. "Are you one of those pre-fall brothers I heard about? My Sisters chitter about you two all the time." he stood almost bored, his face flat not unlike Knives' would often sit, looking empty of emotion.

He looked barely older than twenty, but his age spanned far further, his body showing no weapons on him yet his stance had zero fear of the armed man. Like he knew what he was dealing with and how to handle it without a tool.