bxrnss:

          _{Ｘ ;;  ◣ ….So~ Is this you’re first time in Vale? ◥ Nailed it.}

^{█{{✰}}██ A nod, it was honestly her first time in Vale and she didn’t seem to really know the area by much at this point either. She’s new and quite honestly wondered if she may have entered somewhere she shouldn’t be around at this point.}

neniadellafine:

     _{Inspecting her, he mulls over her silence.  Is she DeepGround, or some remnant of it?  She holds not the appearance of a Tsviet, but that means little in this world.  He appears not his age, and so the flesh hides so much on this Planet, where SOLDIERs and Turks are only human in their skins.  If dissertation was meant to be simple, WEAPONs could not be bonded with humans and love would toss flowers to the air.
     The wind blows quietly through the abandoned area, pulling his hair across his face and his cloak away from him.  Testament to his trials are clearly visible: his languid, unnaturally thin body shape, with its sharp angles and hidden surprises laced in a neat package within that claw.  The faint scent of old gunpowder and pollution scurries away faster than he can shake the air around him.  This place is dead, and only flowers grow here in one section of the slums, but that was in Sector Five, and here is nearer to Zero.  The city of flora is greatly different than the city of the dead, is it not?
     This small girl is not what she seems.  The breeze blows at too sharp an angle for him to catch her scent, but he suspects that if not riddled with the Calamity, he will find it inhuman altogether.  However, she seems not to be hostile, for if she had that disposition, surely she would have raised a weapon before now…instead of that incessant staring.
     Turning his back to her, he deems her unimportant to his current mission.  So long as she stays out of his way, he would make no comment, however Vincent Valentine has a rather large personal bubble.  Rolling his shoulder and re-holstering his Dog, he steps forward, away from her.  “…Didn’t anyone teach you that it’s rude to stare?”}

<sup>█{{✰}}██ The shooter’s own scent wouldn’t have been much a surprise, given she carried a constant one of gunpowder herself yet pollution was not one of them. She only held the one so far strongly, with the faintest hint of stagnant air. Oh right… she’s staring too much at this point with azure trailing towards ruined buildings as if to make up for that. “…” Would he mind if she followed? Maybe not, considering she isn’t the one attempting to kill him or anything; she’s not the type even if she’s beginning to follow.

He knew more than she did, which would help by plenty if she were to be there awhile in this instance. Of course she would leave if he were to disagree, knowing her lithe form is completely open to any form of damage. A nasty pair of scars tissue is proof that one person had gotten close enough to strike her down and leave a permanent sort of mark as a means of reminding her of the mistake she made. Left herself open, too open and she got close enough to carve into her flesh no matter what she did.

It isn’t like she can’t hold her own of course, no hand holding is necessary other than being in need of an explanation about this place. That, can wait also knowing he may not exactly feel up for a conversation at any time soon, which she is patient with knowing she holds the same attitude. Conversations were bothersome when she usually held little to no idea on how exactly to respond to questions and other things given to her. She’s getting off track again at this point, right, she had to bring herself to ask first. “… follow?” Just a simple yes or no thankfully would help.

She’ll stay there otherwise and wait if he disagrees on her accompanying him throughout this job he’s about to do, not unless he had other ideas for the young shooter to follow through with. He’s calling the shots here after all, she’s simply the one entering this little hunt without knowledge of anything there save for an intense reminder of home. It’s… like home to her yet not given there’s a lot more life, but that can wait. She needed to watch for his answer.</sup>