THORNE | @innblastvr - PORT LA GOULETTE, 1890
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT, ARE WE? >
ㅤㅤVash dismisses the adjacent stream of consciousness that filters its way through to them from an alternative side of the hemisphere, the words laced in chiding humour despite a tinge of concern fraying at the edges of cool syllables, the momentary distraction leading to a teal line of vision returning to the opposing reflection - the mirror's surrounding bronze frame may be ornate with the curvature of arches leading to a sharp point, but it's tarnished in a way that the blond nearly doesn't entirely recognise themselves, blackened daubs framing fair eyes creating the illusion of another presence— And yet, it's still very much him behind a mien of femininity, swathes of fabric wrapped around a lofty stature hiding an alternative identity as a means of hastily seeking safe passage.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤFrench dialects pepper the emergent seafront air drifting through the narrow slants of wooden shutters, the Independent passing through a shadowed doorway into piercing sunlight to find the austere occupancy of sandy uniforms somehow eclipsing more vibrant surrounding colours due to their sheer numbers, an avoidant gaze subtly veering away from curious glances in their direction whilst keeping a steady pace between narrow alleyways and rues. Vash peers towards the distant semblance of the proud stern of a ship, yet without a legitimate ticket and its adjoined paperwork or a corrupt helpful soul at hand, there are limited chances of legitimately leaving this bustling town and all its economically political idiosyncrasies, shoulders unfurling as the strap of a tattered duffle bag is readjusted. Stepping back to make room for a small cart of livestock trundling along towards a souq, the blond is confronted by their etched countenance upon a sun-worn noticeboard, an artist's rendition of the Plant with a palm cupping their own chin being an undesirably familiar sight ( why does everyone like that unflattering pose? they don't do it often, right? ).
ㅤㅤThere's a quiet groan as printed ink reveals public indecency as the crime they're guilty of, the chain of events starting off with an accident on account of the blond falling out of a window while trying to get into a bathtub ( best not to ask ), an escalation of occurrences leading to other parts of this twisting tale ( watch this space... ). Leather bound fingertips grab a hold of the poster to yank it outta sight, but there's another beside it that seizes Vash's attention, eyes narrowing at a person with two faces on display - one that's human whereas the other appears to be unsettlingly... demonic? Someone must've had too much eau de vie and time on their hands when concocting this fanciful imagery.
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