Vash squints against the harsh sun, tipping his head back to take a pull from his canteen. A few scant drops wet his parched lips before his tongue can catch them. He sighs, draws his hand across his brow to clear the sweat, and gazes out at the shimmering horizon.

He’d really hoped to avoid going to another settlement so soon. He had just been run out of Jenora Rock after a spectacularly horrible encounter with his twin, leaving the town utterly destroyed. The collateral damage was…considerable. So many people crushed or injured in the rubble, their life-sustaining Plants stolen, homes gone. Weak and angry, they pointed at Vash with a conviction that left him no choice but to run. Again.

It’s not unexpected for him. Just disheartening. He’s been on the run for most of his life, caught up in the whirlwind of his brother’s conquest against humanity, but always the one who takes the blame for the fallout. The Humanoid Typhoon.

He pinpoints a shadow on the barren landscape, a small cluster of buildings in the distance that he can reach by sundown; hopefully a place to rest and resupply.

The sun is just starting to set when he strides into town. He looks deceptively relaxed, but he’s attuned to every sound, alert and aware, looking carefully down the quiet streets. Bright blue eyes pause in their scan when they fall on you.

“Hello there,” he calls out, lifting a hand in greeting. He pauses a short distance away, glancing around. Alone. And I didn’t see anyone on my way here, either. What’s with this human?

He shrugs off the thought and flashes a smile. “Don’t suppose you could help a fellow traveler out? I’m looking for some water.”