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ya_assemble2015-04-09 09:23 pm
the_civilian) wrote in ya_assemble2015-04-09 09:23 pm
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A New Angle. On Everything. [locked to Honey Lemon]
[Takes place immediately after this.]
Tadashi caught himself on the frame of an open door and let his momentum carry him through it. The last thing he needed, really, the last thing this day needed was for him to get lost in the giant winter lodge-slash-workshop and need someone to come find him. And if he'd kept running, he would have absolutely gotten lost. He almost wasn't sure how he'd gotten here; like his quick dash to get some space to think had completely wiped his brain of everything but the urge to keep running until everything made sense again.
But things weren't going to make sense unless he stopped and let himself take it all in. Mindless panic didn't help anyone, least of all him.
So. He was in another reality where magic existed and so did people like Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, and Jack Frost. He was here because someone -- a kid -- knew something about his life and something about him made that kid feel safe. And he had super powers. He could actually heal people by touching them, and he could see their injuries the way he'd programmed Baymax to. That was...that was good. He'd built Baymax to help people, and while he might only be one guy as opposed to any number of versions of Baymax he could produce, he could still help people in this fight against.
Against a thing that wanted to destroy all of reality. And had already thinned the walls of reality so badly that he'd gotten pulled through.
And Hiro and Aunt Cass had no idea what had happened to him after he'd run into the burning Expo hall.
Tadashi took a deep breath and let it out, then looked around the room where he'd ended up and had to crack a smile. He wasn't sure if it was coincidence, instinct, or his new magical powers, but finding the kitchen area was probably a good start.
This situation might look better from the other side of a bear claw the half the size of his head.
Tadashi caught himself on the frame of an open door and let his momentum carry him through it. The last thing he needed, really, the last thing this day needed was for him to get lost in the giant winter lodge-slash-workshop and need someone to come find him. And if he'd kept running, he would have absolutely gotten lost. He almost wasn't sure how he'd gotten here; like his quick dash to get some space to think had completely wiped his brain of everything but the urge to keep running until everything made sense again.
But things weren't going to make sense unless he stopped and let himself take it all in. Mindless panic didn't help anyone, least of all him.
So. He was in another reality where magic existed and so did people like Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, and Jack Frost. He was here because someone -- a kid -- knew something about his life and something about him made that kid feel safe. And he had super powers. He could actually heal people by touching them, and he could see their injuries the way he'd programmed Baymax to. That was...that was good. He'd built Baymax to help people, and while he might only be one guy as opposed to any number of versions of Baymax he could produce, he could still help people in this fight against.
Against a thing that wanted to destroy all of reality. And had already thinned the walls of reality so badly that he'd gotten pulled through.
And Hiro and Aunt Cass had no idea what had happened to him after he'd run into the burning Expo hall.
Tadashi took a deep breath and let it out, then looked around the room where he'd ended up and had to crack a smile. He wasn't sure if it was coincidence, instinct, or his new magical powers, but finding the kitchen area was probably a good start.
This situation might look better from the other side of a bear claw the half the size of his head.