Nux was still getting used to this place, this not-Valhalla. Nearly everything in it was alien to him.
And it was cold. The strange durability his body now had meant it wasn't so cold as to be dangerous to him, but he was used to baking sun, hot engines, and scorched sand. He'd tried to wear a shirt that one of the furry...things had given him but after a lifetime of running around shirtless it had been too tight and clinging to be comfortable, so instead he'd found a woolen wrap to wrap his upper body in - a red one the color of Capable's hair.
Now that he'd rested and healed from his injuries and taken some time to calm down, he'd started exploring this strange place, ready to start meeting the people there. He still only had a limited understanding of where he was and why he was there, but the girl who'd saved him from the shadow things, Cassie, had tried her best to explain.
So he knew he was in another world, a world that was like the before times, that wasn't wastelands and emptiness. Another realm like Valhalla but he'd gotten here while alive, not in death. And there was a great and terrible...thing, a monstrously powerful being that wanted to destroy this world and all others - his included - to turn every world into not even wasteland but pure nothingness instead. He and the others had been brought here to stop it by the belief of children because their stories had been so strong they crossed over to this world and because the Bad Thing had made cracks that let that belief pull them all through.
It was a difficult concept to grasp, especially since he wondered what child out there might be made to feel safe by him but he understood now. Mostly.
But there was so much more to understand. How things even worked in the before-times, the machines, the way of the world. How this "magic" thing worked. What power it might give him that he hadn't discovered yet.
And there were things he'd need to learn to understand about the others here, torn from worlds of their own, strange and alien when compared even to this place.
Like that thing. On the sitting-thing. (He'd never seen a couch). It was an alien thing and the sight of it was all the stranger because it was sitting next to a man that looked like he came from home. He was dressed like a road warrior.
Other than that clever-looking false leg, at least. That was a little too well-made. Furiosa's false arm was clunky and awkward in comparison.
"What is that?" he asked, approaching Hiccup and Toothless cautiously. "That lizard...thing?"
It was like no lizard he'd ever seen. They were small. And often had two heads. Sometimes three. "Is it for eating?"
Maybe the guy was keeping it next to him as a snack while he watched the - the picture thing. It was showing moving pictures.
"And what's that?" he asked, pointing at the box he had no word for.
The young man that stood before Hiccup was...possibly an interesting sight. The wrap he wore loosely around his upper body hid the scarification there but it was visible on his lips and face, skull-like and strange. He wasn't wearing any of the chalk and grease he usually did to make himself look more skeletal but it still gave something of the appearance that maybe he'd scarred himself or been scarred to try to look like a skeleton. Regardless of his usual white body dusting being gone, his skin was nevertheless deathly pale, as if he'd been sick before being brought to this world. The two tumors slightly visible at his neck were perhaps the cause of that.
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And it was cold. The strange durability his body now had meant it wasn't so cold as to be dangerous to him, but he was used to baking sun, hot engines, and scorched sand. He'd tried to wear a shirt that one of the furry...things had given him but after a lifetime of running around shirtless it had been too tight and clinging to be comfortable, so instead he'd found a woolen wrap to wrap his upper body in - a red one the color of Capable's hair.
Now that he'd rested and healed from his injuries and taken some time to calm down, he'd started exploring this strange place, ready to start meeting the people there. He still only had a limited understanding of where he was and why he was there, but the girl who'd saved him from the shadow things, Cassie, had tried her best to explain.
So he knew he was in another world, a world that was like the before times, that wasn't wastelands and emptiness. Another realm like Valhalla but he'd gotten here while alive, not in death. And there was a great and terrible...thing, a monstrously powerful being that wanted to destroy this world and all others - his included - to turn every world into not even wasteland but pure nothingness instead. He and the others had been brought here to stop it by the belief of children because their stories had been so strong they crossed over to this world and because the Bad Thing had made cracks that let that belief pull them all through.
It was a difficult concept to grasp, especially since he wondered what child out there might be made to feel safe by him but he understood now. Mostly.
But there was so much more to understand. How things even worked in the before-times, the machines, the way of the world. How this "magic" thing worked. What power it might give him that he hadn't discovered yet.
And there were things he'd need to learn to understand about the others here, torn from worlds of their own, strange and alien when compared even to this place.
Like that thing. On the sitting-thing. (He'd never seen a couch). It was an alien thing and the sight of it was all the stranger because it was sitting next to a man that looked like he came from home. He was dressed like a road warrior.
Other than that clever-looking false leg, at least. That was a little too well-made. Furiosa's false arm was clunky and awkward in comparison.
"What is that?" he asked, approaching Hiccup and Toothless cautiously. "That lizard...thing?"
It was like no lizard he'd ever seen. They were small. And often had two heads. Sometimes three. "Is it for eating?"
Maybe the guy was keeping it next to him as a snack while he watched the - the picture thing. It was showing moving pictures.
"And what's that?" he asked, pointing at the box he had no word for.
The young man that stood before Hiccup was...possibly an interesting sight. The wrap he wore loosely around his upper body hid the scarification there but it was visible on his lips and face, skull-like and strange. He wasn't wearing any of the chalk and grease he usually did to make himself look more skeletal but it still gave something of the appearance that maybe he'd scarred himself or been scarred to try to look like a skeleton. Regardless of his usual white body dusting being gone, his skin was nevertheless deathly pale, as if he'd been sick before being brought to this world. The two tumors slightly visible at his neck were perhaps the cause of that.