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ya_assemble2015-05-25 12:50 am
wherenoonegoes) wrote in ya_assemble2015-05-25 12:50 am
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[LN] Science Rules! [Open]
True to his word, Hiccup (And Toothless) did eventually check out the television, after the Viking had taken the dragon out for a long, tiring flight. One of the Yetis showed him the Pole's Netflix account. He idly flipped through the various shows, trying to find something that would catch his attention.
I still say we should've watched that thing about catching tuna. Toothless bespoke, feeling a bit peckish, as always. The dragon was shrunk down, curled up on the couch next to his partner.
"We'll watch. it later. Forgive me if I don't have the same interest in fish that you do. Here's something," Hiccup said as he gave the TV a closer look.
"Bill Nye...the Science Guy. Sounds worth a look."
He selected it, watched a a brief intro skit, flashing images set to weird music, and then a man in a blue labcoat and bowtie began to bring him sweet, glorious understanding. It was packaged in a way that those who'd never run into the concepts being presented could understand what was being discussed, like preteens, or in this specific case a Viking from the 11th Century.
Hiccup was hooked.
I still say we should've watched that thing about catching tuna. Toothless bespoke, feeling a bit peckish, as always. The dragon was shrunk down, curled up on the couch next to his partner.
"We'll watch. it later. Forgive me if I don't have the same interest in fish that you do. Here's something," Hiccup said as he gave the TV a closer look.
"Bill Nye...the Science Guy. Sounds worth a look."
He selected it, watched a a brief intro skit, flashing images set to weird music, and then a man in a blue labcoat and bowtie began to bring him sweet, glorious understanding. It was packaged in a way that those who'd never run into the concepts being presented could understand what was being discussed, like preteens, or in this specific case a Viking from the 11th Century.
Hiccup was hooked.
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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.
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"He's a dragon, that's a television, and...Toothless what are-"
The dragon had decided to make his displeasure further known. By grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Nux's head.
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So Nux dodged the pillow easily, but the fact the little lizard thing had thrown it had him scooting behind another chair. He didn't duck behind it - yet - but seemed to want cover nearby if he needed it.
He still didn't know what it was. Or what the box was. Those words meant nothing to him.
But he decided to focus on the strangest matter at hand.
"How did the dragon-thing understand me?"
Because it was clearly annoyed and annoyance couldn't have happened unless it had understood what he said.
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It took Toothless a couple of seconds to notice how backhanded that compliment was. Once he had, though, he tossed another pillow at Hiccup, who just laughed.
"Sorry, sorry." He said, still chuckling, "The real answer is where I'm from, we have dragons. They're flying lizards who breathe fire, basically, and tend to be pretty smart, depending on what kind of dragon they are. Toothless is a Night Fury, which is probably the smartest species I've ever run into. AT least if Toothless is any indication, because I've never run into any other Night Furies besides him."
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He definitely looked like one, all dressed up like one of those lone wanderers like his blood bag had been.
There was a pause as his brain tried to process the possibilities. He was still just learning to grasp the...bigness of it all.
Okay, wait, just because one thing was different from his world, it didn't mean everything was different so maybe the other man was from a world like his anyway.
"...Unless you are one but from a world that also has dragon-things."
He was clearly not having an easy time of grasping the complexity of their situation. He was figuring out but it wasn't easy and it took some time for him to process.
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Now that the creature wasn't actively throwing things at him, he was moving closer to it, to get a better look.
"You look like one. Like you're fit to take on the world alone." He looked all geared up proper. He nodded towards the dragon. "Or mostly alone."
Since apparently he had a friend.
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He'd always done better with a group to bounce off of, even if it'd taken him years to figure that out.
"And loyal to nobody but myself doesn't describe me and never has. I have a tribe. Chief of it, actually, even if I'm still not entirely sure what the Hel I'm doing."
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He'd never met the leader of another place like Joe was.Occasionally seeing the People-Eater and the Bullet Farmer from a distance on trade runs was the closest he'd ever gotten, and they both served under Joe.
The other man's lack of surety interested him.
"You worry about it? About not knowing what you're doing? Why?"
Was he afraid to lose authority or did he actually care about his people?
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