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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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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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To be fair, Wheeljack, this is the first thing you've made that's actually a good idea. He'll take it as a victory no matter how you see it.Even You seems impressed, sitting on the edge of the couch and watching the struggle.]
Can you believe it? He thought of that one himself! Strange, considering this is the guy who likes beer cereal.
Still good. Anyway...think Perry said [Said being kind of inaccurate wording, but whatever] they're called 'pancakes'. And fried happiness is inside em. Also called bacon.
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Pancakes....well whoever came up with these had the right idea.
Haha, no kiddin'! An' who ever thought'a puttin' BACON in 'em?
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[Yeah, he'll just soak in all that credit where credit's due. Even if he's probably not the first. He's the first in HIS world, so it still counts.]
Sometimes Wheeljack has good ideas...they're rare, though.
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[Hiccup smiles, leaning back in his seat while Fearless scrambles onto his lap again, snapping at the plate to try and get another one of the pancakes.]
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[You scampers off the couch, searching around the apartment a bit before grabbing a blanket with her front claws, making sure not to poke any holes in it.]
Here you go, tiger!
[With a single motion, she tosses the blanket at hiccup, hoping it'll drift down nicely. She's stronger than she looks though, so who knows how that'll play out.]
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The viking chuckles, glancing over at You.]
Nice toss, thanks.