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riverviewlogs2018-01-31 12:20 pm
thisisamazing) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-01-31 12:20 pm
[OPEN] let the wind carry us
who: Hiccup and YOU
what: Bugs, surveyor stuff, and daily life. If you want to do something specific, hit me up at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
nekky!
when: Late Jan. through Feb.
where: Around Riverview
warnings: None so far.
[i. Beetles Attack]
[Giant beetles. Sure, no problem, why not. They're on a rampage toward the city, and that's dangerous, but nothing that can't be handled, right? Unlike others, though, Hiccup is not keen on resorting to lethal methods. They're creatures looking out for their own survival, just like anything. Even dangerous dragons back home could be relocated, rehomed, settled somewhere to live in their natural environment.
Hiccup is up in the air on Toothless, trying to steer one of the beetles off-course. The dragon's huge wings flap in the beetle's face area, and he darts away with impressive agility before he can be caught in snapping pincers. From there, Toothless fires off a few blasts of purple fire, leaving smoking spots on the ground, trying to deter it. Sure enough, the beetle does turn somewhat to the left. A success.
Until it suddenly rears back, and catches dragon and rider by surprise. Toothless roars in alarm and Hiccup shouts as the horn rakes across the night fury's body and tears off the prosthetic tail fin, sending them both veering toward the ground.] No, no, no-!
[ii. Even Action Heroes Go to School]
[It's a little sunnier today, slightly warmer than it's been, but the cold has never bothered Hiccup much. It's winter 9 months of the year on Berk, after all - he's used to it. He's found a nice patch of grass in a courtyard area just outside the communal housing building; being cooped up at his desk was not resulting in work being done.
Toothless is curled on the grass, dozing pleasantly in a sunbeam, and Hiccup has fitted himself into the C of the reptile's sleeping body, leaning against one tucked-in wing, looking much more casual today. He's adopted some of the local style, wearing jeans with one of the legs rolled up so as not to get caught in the metal workings of his prosthetic, a sage green hoodie, and a thrift-store sneaker.
There are books and papers spread out all around him - remedial biology, basic engineering, catch-up math, beginner chemistry, and some spiral notebooks that seem to be filled with sketches and notes.] Imaginary numbers... Are we sure they didn't make this stuff up? [He muses to Toothless, who just mrrs in response without opening his eyes.
And then the wind blows one of his papers out of his hand, and he gets up to scramble after it. Maybe help him catch it?] No no no, hey, wait, I need that!
[iii. Dragon Ate My Homework]
[You can't take a dragon to class, not even at university. So, when Hiccup attends, he has to leave Toothless on his own for a few hours. Of course, the dragon is quite smart, and capable of meeting his rider at a certain time of day, so in the mean time, he wanders. On the ground, one might notice, never quite taking to the air when he's alone.
Maybe you find him pouncing on beams of light outside the communal housing building, or possibly he's downtown, sitting back on his haunches and intently watching a fish vendor, tongue flicking out a few times with interest. Hiccup will come to find him at some point, but for now, Toothless is having his own day out on the town.]
[iv. Wildcard!]
what: Bugs, surveyor stuff, and daily life. If you want to do something specific, hit me up at
when: Late Jan. through Feb.
where: Around Riverview
warnings: None so far.
[i. Beetles Attack]
[Giant beetles. Sure, no problem, why not. They're on a rampage toward the city, and that's dangerous, but nothing that can't be handled, right? Unlike others, though, Hiccup is not keen on resorting to lethal methods. They're creatures looking out for their own survival, just like anything. Even dangerous dragons back home could be relocated, rehomed, settled somewhere to live in their natural environment.
Hiccup is up in the air on Toothless, trying to steer one of the beetles off-course. The dragon's huge wings flap in the beetle's face area, and he darts away with impressive agility before he can be caught in snapping pincers. From there, Toothless fires off a few blasts of purple fire, leaving smoking spots on the ground, trying to deter it. Sure enough, the beetle does turn somewhat to the left. A success.
Until it suddenly rears back, and catches dragon and rider by surprise. Toothless roars in alarm and Hiccup shouts as the horn rakes across the night fury's body and tears off the prosthetic tail fin, sending them both veering toward the ground.] No, no, no-!
[ii. Even Action Heroes Go to School]
[It's a little sunnier today, slightly warmer than it's been, but the cold has never bothered Hiccup much. It's winter 9 months of the year on Berk, after all - he's used to it. He's found a nice patch of grass in a courtyard area just outside the communal housing building; being cooped up at his desk was not resulting in work being done.
Toothless is curled on the grass, dozing pleasantly in a sunbeam, and Hiccup has fitted himself into the C of the reptile's sleeping body, leaning against one tucked-in wing, looking much more casual today. He's adopted some of the local style, wearing jeans with one of the legs rolled up so as not to get caught in the metal workings of his prosthetic, a sage green hoodie, and a thrift-store sneaker.
There are books and papers spread out all around him - remedial biology, basic engineering, catch-up math, beginner chemistry, and some spiral notebooks that seem to be filled with sketches and notes.] Imaginary numbers... Are we sure they didn't make this stuff up? [He muses to Toothless, who just mrrs in response without opening his eyes.
And then the wind blows one of his papers out of his hand, and he gets up to scramble after it. Maybe help him catch it?] No no no, hey, wait, I need that!
[iii. Dragon Ate My Homework]
[You can't take a dragon to class, not even at university. So, when Hiccup attends, he has to leave Toothless on his own for a few hours. Of course, the dragon is quite smart, and capable of meeting his rider at a certain time of day, so in the mean time, he wanders. On the ground, one might notice, never quite taking to the air when he's alone.
Maybe you find him pouncing on beams of light outside the communal housing building, or possibly he's downtown, sitting back on his haunches and intently watching a fish vendor, tongue flicking out a few times with interest. Hiccup will come to find him at some point, but for now, Toothless is having his own day out on the town.]
[iv. Wildcard!]
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Yeah, if nothing else I need to be able to make repairs to Toothless' tail fin, and my leg if anything happens. [After a little more writing on his homework, he leans back against Toothless' scaly form for a moment, tucking it away. The phrase 'full time job' just makes him uncomfortably aware of how his time back home is limited, as far as his research goes.]
It is, but it's rewarding. What do you do? Back home, or here, or- you know.
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[And she can relate to wanting to take all the knowledge back home. Goddess knows how she'd implement it, but she's sure she would find a way. Zelda glances reflexively at Hiccup's leg, even though she's already seen the metal apparatus it ends in. She purses her lips.]
Yes, I see. You'd need room to work with larger pieces like that. Do you need to use a forge or anything similar?
[At the question, Zelda realises that what she 'does' back home isn't likely what Hiccup will expect. She settles her hands in her lap.]
Here, I'm a field researcher at Gramarye Magic Research. At home I'm the princess of Hyrule.
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[He nods.] I had a forge back home. Gobber's, technically, but I worked there since I was small, so you know, he pretty much let me have free reign-
[He cuts off, pausing, looking up at Zelda, more curious now.] A princess? Oh, wow, and I've been- uh, really casual. Sorry, your- your highness?
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Don't worry, it's really fine. I don't consider any of that necessary here. Zelda is fine.
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[Better for her spirits at least. She can deal with being a princess when she goes home. Now she's curious, though.]
A chief is still a ruler of their people. But I think it would be nice, to be treated the same as everyone else. Will you become chief yourself?
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My dad was already talking about making my chief when I wound up here. I'm not ready for all that, you know? I don't know how I'll be the chief he is. [He leans his chin in his palm.] What about you? Are you going to be queen some day?
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Mm, I understand. There's a lot to learn about taking over leadership. I think probably you keep learning all your life. [Somehow, she doesn't quite expect the question, and faint surprise flits across her face. It fades into something more melancholy as she looks out at the grass waving in the wind.] ...I will be, yes. There is much that needs to be done first though.