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[Accidental Voice]

[Vash had been mentally preparing himself for this day. Yet, he still wasn't ready when May 9th came around. The day his life had changed forever. For whatever reason his journal kicks itself on and it catches sight of Vash cleaning a large cross. Only one of the arms is open showing a row of handguns. Vash is very carefully giving the Cross Punisher a full tune up and cleaning. At the moment he's got one of the smaller handgun apart and checking it for any possible malfunctions before giving it a cleaning and putting it back in it's place.]

Hard to believe it's been another year already. [He talks out loud to himself. Or his two cats as he's unaware the journal turned itself on.] Noah would be two years old today. I'm sure that kid is doing just fine. After all, with parents like that no wise person would stand a chance messing with him.

[He dabs at an eye that's starting to water.] Don't worry; kid. We haven't given up on you. It may take a little more time, but I promise to find you. I will. [His hands slip and he ends up dropping part of the gun. With a soft chuckle he picks it up again. Dropping things when no one was around to see. It just wasn't like him.] Heh. Opps.

[Vash falls quiet as he continues on his chore. His back turned to the camera, but he often drops things and has to pick them up again. The outlaw's shoulders start to shake the more his fingers fumble and yes, those are soft sobs that can be heard. Thinking he's alone he's not at all ashamed by his tears.] I just... I really hope- where ever you are... I hope you have a happy birthday, Noah.

[Action]

[When he's finished his task Vash will clean himself up and hit up his usual haunts as he leaves the ice building. Helping with the flowers at Azalea. Working with a happy smile and having lunch at Seventh Heaven. Now that his death penalty was removed he'll pick up a "light" snack of a dozen doughnuts from the bakery. Munching them as he takes a short walk around the forest before winding up in Good Spirits to end the day.]

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[Written | Private]

[goldenglasses]

[It takes Vash a bit to respond to this message. When it does come it's a little slow and choppy. He can remember every fine detail on the baby, but writing it down was hard and he has to pause every now and again to collect himself.]

He'd be a toddler with dark hair. With beautiful blue eyes th-[The th- ends up being scribbled out. While he's tempted to be poetic; to say how he just knows that they'd be full of tenderness he stops himself. He does believe it because of Noah's mother being who she was, but for a description that might one day find him? He decides short might be better and easier to remember.] -- light blue.

Both of his parents were very tall, so he's probably going to be fairly tall himself as he grows up. [He continues on in fairly great detail. Even about the dimples the kid sometimes would get when he smiled. Basically describing a boy who would look something like this.]

[Written | Private]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Dark hair, light blue eyes, probably tall once he was older. Ginia jots the notes down in her notepad. Ginia knows it's a slim chance she'll find out anything, but it's the effort that counts.]

What color are his wings?

[Written | Private] Well, that was an awesome stroll down memory lane!

[goldenglasses]

They're brown and black. They reminded us a little bit of chicken feathers. Heh, they're actually quite cute though.

[Written | Private]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Brown and black, unique enough for an identifier. Ginia wonders how unique the circumstances are, children being taken out of enclosures to who knows where.

But that's a question for another day and another place. As someone who accidentally broadcast to the village, Ginia is pretty sympathetic.]

I'll see if anyone else knows anything the next time I'm out.

You doing okay?

[Written | Private]

[goldenglasses]

Also, [As he doesn't know how much of the other conversations she listened into.] he was born here in Luceti. So his wings will likely be larger than our wings.

And yeah. I'll be okay. [It's something he's had to struggle with everyday for over a year. Just some days like these were a little harder.]

[Written | Private]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[She's heard about the larger wings, mostly from the information given out on Robert's post earlier in the year. But what she knows and how much isn't something Ginia reveals. Always better to play dumb.] Really? I didn't know that.

If you say so. [Ginia doesn't quite believe his words mostly because they're words she uses to deflect. At the same time, most people really do pull together and get on just fine.]

[Written | Private]

[goldenglasses]

Yeah. If you've seen a Third Party Member they also have the large set of wings.

[Written | Private]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

I've seen those wings. So anyone born to this world grows larger wings regardless where their parents are from?

[Written | Private]

[goldenglasses]

As far as I know that is correct.

[Written | Private]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[A curious thing, but now isn't the time for too many questions about the weird nature of things.]

You'll see him again one day, don't worry.

[Ginia's not one for blind optimism, but she's not cruel either. At the least she tries to be comforting.]

[Written | Private]

[goldenglasses]

Yeah. I know.

[It's written quickly. It's something he's told himself over and over. As he tries to tell himself it's true. Everyday it seems to get a little harder.]