Elsewhere in the open field, the mound of red in the snow known as Vash the Stampede slowly blinked awake. “Wha… have I been captured…?” he droned sleepily, before realizing that his hands and feet were unbound, and his gun was still at his side. Likely not an attempt at capture. Moreover, he realized he was… actually very cold!
His senses coming to him, he awoke with a start, sitting up swiftly as he shivered in the mound of snow. “Yowza that’s freezing!” he exclaimed, attempting to brush the snowy particles off of him. “What even is this stuff?” The scorching planet he called home provided a sweltering summer year-round, so snow was a completely foreign concept to him. Really it served as no surprise he’d be so unaccustomed to chilly weather. “Kinda feels like water… or really weird ice…” he mumbled to himself, running his hand over it.
Distracting him from the foreign precipitation, though, was the readily growing band of misfits not far from where he woke up - particularly their confused conversation on where they could possibly be. Vash could’ve been mishearing things, but he swore he heard someone say ‘Earth’.
“Huh, Earth? Who said ‘Earth’?” Vash echoed, scurrying over to the growing group. “How could we be on Earth?” he asked. Of course, in Vash’s time and place, Earth was a planet long-since dead, so it was much more a land of mystery than the home-sweet-home that so many others knew it as. As he said that, though, he looked towards the surrounding architecture, and while so much of it seemed so strange and unfamiliar he couldn’t help but feel that those same buildings were… strangely familiar. Were these the sorts of Earth buildings he remembered seeing in hologram form so long ago? Hard to say. But given everything weird going on… crazy as he thought it sounded, it just might’ve been possible.
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