Bran Stark (
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driftfleet2015-06-13 05:36 pm
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♖ 001.
Who: Bran Stark and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The HS Marsiva Hospitality Deck
When: 6/13
[On the Hospitality Deck, there's a little lump of dirt and fur on the floor next to one of the cots, twisted up in the white sheets. Bran had woken up in a fit of panic, scrabbling for the damp floor of the Queenscrown holdfast, and then-]
Is anyone there? Hello?
[A bump on his head aches from the tumble. He doesn't understand what he's seeing in front of him, through the clear glass of the bowing windows. It makes him dizzy, and he rubs at his nose with one grubby hand. His fur cape is still muddy from the thunderstorm, making him look a bit like an abandoned puppy.]
I need some help!
[He tries to use the cot to pull himself back up, but with a click the wheel unlocks, and sends the bed teetering towards anyone coming across the floor. Oops...]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The HS Marsiva Hospitality Deck
When: 6/13
[On the Hospitality Deck, there's a little lump of dirt and fur on the floor next to one of the cots, twisted up in the white sheets. Bran had woken up in a fit of panic, scrabbling for the damp floor of the Queenscrown holdfast, and then-]
Is anyone there? Hello?
[A bump on his head aches from the tumble. He doesn't understand what he's seeing in front of him, through the clear glass of the bowing windows. It makes him dizzy, and he rubs at his nose with one grubby hand. His fur cape is still muddy from the thunderstorm, making him look a bit like an abandoned puppy.]
I need some help!
[He tries to use the cot to pull himself back up, but with a click the wheel unlocks, and sends the bed teetering towards anyone coming across the floor. Oops...]
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I'm fine.
[He's trying to use his best lordly voice, though it's rendered somewhat less effective by his size and current state.]
... The bed moved.
[Well, that's obvious. All at once Bran feels very small and miserable, and wants to shout with frustration at this predicament.]
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Yeah, I noticed. [The kid can't get up. He's not sure why-- maybe he's tangled? He offers his hand.]
Come on, let's get you up.
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I can't.
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... Oh.
[A pause. An awkward one. And then he grins somewhat and points at his own metal leg.]
Well, at least you're in good company. Can I... uh, pick you up? So I can put you in a different bed. One that doesn't roll.
I'll see if I can make you something later. I made my leg and... lots of other stuff.
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He doesn't mean to stare at Hiccup's leg, but it's something he hasn't seen before. Of course he's heard tell of prosthetic limbs, but only in pirate and warrior tales, and he never imagined them as much more than a peg. Hiccup just became 40% more fascinating.]
You made that yourself? Are you a blacksmith?
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[He lifts Bran carefully, bridal style, and hefts him toward another cot. Hiccup is surprisingly strong for a string bean. One doesn't work in a smithy without having muscle mass, though he's probably not going to win any arm-wrestling contests.
He sets the boy down gently so Bran can sit up against the headboard.]
There, see? No harm done.
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[Out of habit Bran pulls the top sheet up to cover his legs, disliking the sight of them. Already, his mood has improved slightly. Not being tangled up on the floor sure makes a difference.]
... How did you... [He gestured to Hiccup's metal leg, his cheeks flushing just a bit.] Can you tell me?
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[Hiccup's had a lot of time to sort out how he feels about his body. Nothing Drago hurled at him was anything new; he's heard every joke in the book and some that were unwritten. He sits on the other end of the bed and stretches his legs out.]
What if I told you it was from fighting a dragon?
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[He's heard a million stories about them, growing up. But they aren't supposed to exist anymore...]
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My friend couldn't save all of me. He tried, but in the end we've got no left feet. [... That was terrible, Hiccup.]
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I've never seen one before. They're all gone, where I'm from.
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Maybe they just went somewhere else? Dragons go where there's food and... an ancestral sort of calling, sometimes.
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[He knows world lore like the backs of his hands, especially when it involves something cool and deadly.]
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Sometimes they'll explode on their own. [Astrid, please.] But someone probably would've noticed that.
[He really doesn't want to think about dragons leaving nope nope nope nope nope LET'S CHANGE THE SUBJECT]
What's your name?
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[His eyes are wide with fascination at this subject, but Hiccup's question brings him back down to earth.]
It's Bran.
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[Ah good yes a subject change.]
Hiccup. Nice to meet you.
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You said you could make me something to help me move around? What would it be?