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thefolder2013-07-25 02:35 pm
trainsurdragons) wrote in thefolder2013-07-25 02:35 pm
Home again, home again
Who: Hiccup, Fearless, and YOU!
What: Hiccup and Fearless have been lost for two weeks and just found their way back
When: July 28th
Where: Near the Terminal Building
[Not far from the Terminal building, a figure can be seen slowly making its way into the more central part of town. With every few steps they take there's a loud, grating squeaking sound, the groaning of rusted metal. After making it so far they stumble slightly and manage to catch themselves on a nearby light post, deciding it's better to stand there and rest for a moment than to keep going.
Hiccup lets out a heavy sigh, the side of his face pressed against the coolness of the metal of the post. He lifts his head slightly when the two, small fins resting on his shoulders stir a bit, and a head pops up next to his own. It's not Fearless the Gomamon, however.
It's Fearless the Bukamon.]
...Nnn....Hiiic......can we stop now?....
No...for one we....we're lucky we finally found the town again, but two you're not even walking in the first place, Fearless..
[The Digimon lets out a groaning squeak of his own before dropping his head on Hiccup's shoulder, moaning as the viking gathers himself up and continues walking, slowly.]
I'm sooo hungry, Hic.....an' if I didn't fight off those wild Digimon you would'a been dead now anyway.....
[Hiccup just ignores that and keeps on walking, not stopping again until he reaches a bench, not far from the Terminal building. He all but collapses on it, turning to lie down lengthwise on it on his back with on arm over his eyes to shield them from the noonday sun. Fearless takes this opportunity to peel himself off Hiccup's back and drag himself onto his chest, where he flops on his belly with a dramatic, agonized groan.
They're both covered from head to toe with grime and look completely exhausted. Hiccup's tunic is somewhat torn, and his furry vest was stripped from him a long time ago to be tied around his waist. Hiccup's prosthetic leg is rusted to the point where it will barely move with him when he walks. One might be alarmed to see dried blood on the front of his tunic, but it appears to be from a gash on the palm of Hiccup's left hand, haphazardly bandaged up with a torn strip of the bottom of his tunic.
For the moment the pair just lie there on the bench, not really caring if anyone sees them or not.
[[OOC: Now in actual log format, since I'm sick and cannot brain properly.]]
What: Hiccup and Fearless have been lost for two weeks and just found their way back
When: July 28th
Where: Near the Terminal Building
[Not far from the Terminal building, a figure can be seen slowly making its way into the more central part of town. With every few steps they take there's a loud, grating squeaking sound, the groaning of rusted metal. After making it so far they stumble slightly and manage to catch themselves on a nearby light post, deciding it's better to stand there and rest for a moment than to keep going.
Hiccup lets out a heavy sigh, the side of his face pressed against the coolness of the metal of the post. He lifts his head slightly when the two, small fins resting on his shoulders stir a bit, and a head pops up next to his own. It's not Fearless the Gomamon, however.
It's Fearless the Bukamon.]
...Nnn....Hiiic......can we stop now?....
No...for one we....we're lucky we finally found the town again, but two you're not even walking in the first place, Fearless..
[The Digimon lets out a groaning squeak of his own before dropping his head on Hiccup's shoulder, moaning as the viking gathers himself up and continues walking, slowly.]
I'm sooo hungry, Hic.....an' if I didn't fight off those wild Digimon you would'a been dead now anyway.....
[Hiccup just ignores that and keeps on walking, not stopping again until he reaches a bench, not far from the Terminal building. He all but collapses on it, turning to lie down lengthwise on it on his back with on arm over his eyes to shield them from the noonday sun. Fearless takes this opportunity to peel himself off Hiccup's back and drag himself onto his chest, where he flops on his belly with a dramatic, agonized groan.
They're both covered from head to toe with grime and look completely exhausted. Hiccup's tunic is somewhat torn, and his furry vest was stripped from him a long time ago to be tied around his waist. Hiccup's prosthetic leg is rusted to the point where it will barely move with him when he walks. One might be alarmed to see dried blood on the front of his tunic, but it appears to be from a gash on the palm of Hiccup's left hand, haphazardly bandaged up with a torn strip of the bottom of his tunic.
For the moment the pair just lie there on the bench, not really caring if anyone sees them or not.
[[OOC: Now in actual log format, since I'm sick and cannot brain properly.]]
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Not....really, but we will be now that we've found the town again.
...We got lost. Really.....lost.
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Just...get a map next time, alright?
[But kid, you need rations. You're already underweight. He holds out a hand to Hiccup, ready to help him up.]
Didn't your Digithing used to be bigger?
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Hiccup pauses to grab Fearless and put him on his shoulder before grabbing the bag in one hand and Wheeljack's in his other, wincing at the pressure on the wound on his left hand.]
He was, for a while. We got into a lot of fights, and eventually ran out of food....and then....that happened.
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Seeing the wound, Wheeljack makes sure the pull is short and sweet, taking the kid under the shoulders to help him walk.]
C'mon, we're gettin' you to your house...wherever that is.
We can make you something when you get back. Some real food. Right, Wheeljack?
...Right. Whatever that's supposed to mean.
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Thanks, guys. Uuh....we live in the Purity District now, but it's not too far from here.
[Sure it might take a while, given Hiccup's bum leg, but hey at least they can exchange horror stories while they walk.]
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Purity district. Gotcha.
[He doesn't really question the kid--he's not one to prod, just help him along. Interrogation can come later. For now, just some light banter, to help pass the time during the walk.]
Trouble find you? Or did you find trouble.
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...but we kept gettin' nearly mauled by random Digimon. No manners these days, I freakin' swear...
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[He hoists that arm more around his shoulder as the walk, bending over as he looks for the Purity district.]
Tell me about it. It's like no one has common courtesy!
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[Well he wasn't figuring they'd lose the Terminal, but it's too late to worry about that now. Next thing on his to-buy list will be a map, for sure.
And maybe one of those....compass things. He keeps hearing about them...]
Well we're just lucky we didn't run into anyone really big and bad....
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Yeah, probably for the best ya were out there anyway. And not at the castle like we were.
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This building here?
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Yep, that's the one. Never thought I'd be so happy to see this place.
Yeah, considerin' we haven't even been 'ere a DAY yet.
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[He hoists Hiccup up (it's probably not very hard) and onto his back, starting to make his way into the building.]
You're almost there. And then you're not movin' a muscle. ...I don't think it'll be too hard for ya.
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Ahaa....riight, yeah. I'll just need a few new parts....
[Which will clean him out, funds wise, but he doesn't have much choice.]
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Rest first, kid. Worry about that later.
[He arrives at the apartment rooms, searching around for what would be Hiccup's.]
Which number is it? I'll run ahead and grab the door!
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It's that one over there.
[Hiccup points to one of the very first doors on the right. It's kinda eerie, being literally the only person that you know of living in an entire apartment complex.]
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[You's already over there, reaching to get the knob for Wheeljack before he walks in, looking for a place to set him down.]
Anythin' good happen on your little field trip? Or just a bad idea from the get-go.
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[Hiccup rolls his eyes at that, but answers Wheeljack anyway.]
Well I at least know which Digimon aren't the ones you want to mess with, thanks to Fearless experimenting by hurling insults at them.
Hey hey! You would be too if they stole yer last bit'a food! You didn't even TRY ta'stop them!
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[He sets him on the couch in the apartment, ruffling his hair as he heads for the kitchen.]
Wait, they stole your food? I would have shown em who's boss!!
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Yeah, I did- an' now look at me! I'm a Bukamon!
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Yeah you're definitely a...thing.
[He gestures in that general direction, pulling a frying pan out.]
A necessary sacrifice, that's all you've got to write it off as!
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No kidding. We're lucky we didn't come across anything bigger that may or may not have wanted to wipe us off the map.
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Next time, make sure ya make it a group outing, okay kid?
Not that I doubt ya, but...yannow.
[He gives a slight shrug, pouring...something into the pan. Wheeljack what are you doing.]
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Yeah....next time, for sure. Or maybe I'll just wait until Fearless is a bit stronger..
I heeeeard that.
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With bacon inside of them. Yeah, Wheeljack's found a new thing.]
Eat up, kid.
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That gives Hiccup cause to lift the plate and hold it at arm's reach for a moment while the Bukamon eats in his lap, pausing himself to break off a piece with his fingers to taste.]
What is this? It...it's great!
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