@Triss Merigold | June 13 | A few miles away from Seratorra
Lapis had been searching for gemstone in the Wastes when Phos awoke. In all the months that they've spent in Pandora, not once had they dared to venture to a region with such an intimidating reputation. They had been shattered once by a strange human for no reason; their whole life, Lunarians had attempted to break them down to take them to the moon. The though of traveling through an area famous for its lawlessness seemed absurd given the apparent quality of their body. Kongo Sensei had wrongly raised them with the belief that human spirits kidnapped the gems to create into jewelry, but here? That may not be inaccurate.
Their only goal at this point was to find a way back to the city at least. Phos wasn't in love with the idea, but it seemed to be the safest option. From there, perhaps they could find a way back to Pandopolis or Centria. They had no home in either place, never had a home in this world, but it was better than the sand. Perhaps not was bad as the Vales, though such was a biased fear after that ruthless attack. If not for the green haired human, they would've stayed in pieces for who knew how long.
But the trek was so long. They walked through the mornings, hugging their shirt to their chest as the wind howled through the desert. They ended up stealing a discarded scarf at a small town to wrap around their head. It kept the gritty sand from scratching the powder off of their face, but no such luck for their legs. After a few days, it had been chipped away to reveal the striped quartz that had replaced what was once Phosphophyllite. But there was nothing to be done about the problem, not when they had nothing to barter but pieces of themself which... that was far from a possible option. They had done it once before to get passage to a moon in Elysium, and that had been far from worth it.
There was no trouble for the most part. They walked on the side of the road, allowing for the large metal things to screech past. No one ever seemed to notice them, especially with most of their hair covered by the scarf. Their arms would glint and shine in the sun's rays, but that had given them no problem... until now. A cluster of buildings, a town, was so close when a weird bang went off. Their arm exploded in a splatter of gold that painted the ground in streaks. The things that had harmlessly drove by came to a halt as several humans came out of them. One had an odd stick in its hands, something that gave Phosphophyllite nervous pause. "Go away, I have nothing for you."
The alloy shifted in the sand before swirling like sentient water. It slipped back towards them, reconnecting with their body but not reforming into a hand. Instead it turned into a spike which Phosphophyllite held up even as the humans jittered and laughed.