emgoldened: and no one. NO ONE. was reassured. ever. (reassuring he'll be a gr8 king)
ᴠɪᴄᴇʀᴏʏ sʜɪᴛʜᴇᴀᴅ ([personal profile] emgoldened) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2017-02-05 09:36 pm

you'll no longer fear when your heart's turned to gold

WHO: Viserys Targaryen and YOU
WHERE: All over
WHEN: Month of February
WHAT: Stuff and things - first meetings, reunions, you name it
WARNINGS: Well his canon is what it is and Viserys is harsh to women, especially verbally...will update if there needs to be more here!




NONAH 006;

So. He's definitely dead. He's also not quite sure what sort of beyond this entire set up is. It's...nothing he'd ever been told, or been hinted it, or even imagined. The world was completely different. His ancestors were not sitting atop bejeweled thrones waiting to welcome him into their arms and tell him the future of their name. No comfort for his end, for his sister becoming a kinslayer. No reassurance. No horses, either, no sun, no dirt, no savages...something far more confusing and stranger and awaited, and for once in recent years? Viserys was rather cooperative and quiet. A magical feat to be sure, for when he was taken to his new "home" (ha-ha-ha) and began to find his footing, even a little bit, that shock slid down into his belly to join the rest of his nicely marinated bitterness. He'd be back in regular form sooner rather than later. He wasn't about to change out of his rotting clothes, which would help, tattered once-black top with a three-headed red dragon being the most notable thing on him.

He had managed to find the place while empty. That won't last forever. And his new roommates can come across him in a variety of ways. Perhaps he's turned the water faucet off and on in the kitchen, staring at it in an angry sort of confusion. Perhaps he's doing the same...in a bathroom that is not his. Or more invasive still: opening, inspecting, and trying to make sense of hygienic products most men would flee from. Perhaps he's standing in front of the TV with nothing but static on, or a really terrible infomercial about Tupperware, confused but amazed. He may be in the hallway, turning the lights off and on, seemingly offended by their mere existence. Or something else. Anything is possible.


PICK A CITY ANY CITY;

He is...trying. A little. There is some effort happening here that does not at all involve taking off the symbol of his family. So the clothes are a bit tattered and worn, and perhaps a little musty, so what! They are far, far better than anything this world has to offer. But. He is still trying. Trying to make sense of vehicles, and the many people, and places, of dogs and cats, of ice cream and other sweets, of hamburgers and foods he'd never have in the lands he was meant to rule, of the tall buildings, of just about everything there was or was not. So he can be found in quite literally any given situation, either looking grumpy and confused and standing out due to his whole everything, or perhaps causing a scene by nearly getting hit by a car. By offhandedly telling a hot dog vendor his food tastes better than horse meat, and getting some looks for it. Or worse than horse meat! Sky's the limit here, have a ball.


THE MESSIAH IS MY SISTER AIN'T NO KING MAN SHE'S MY QUEEN; CLOSED

And then, in this world of impossibility, he sees an impossibility that is familiar. A shadow hits the ground that he has seen in his dreams only. Looking up, he knows, despite knowing there are no more dragons—not those sort, anyway. From the reactions of those nearby, he also knows he isn't the only one who saw that. Who saw a dragon.

He followed. Like he'd heard the cry of his own child, Viserys kept an eye on wings and one ahead, and ran. Past any city he may have been near, into longer grasses, through shallow waters, it didn't matter. Suddenly he had all the energy and stamina in the world. Who can know the heart of a dragon, if not another dragon?

He worried he'd lost him, until he reached a steep slope. At the bottom of it was, yes, a dragon. A real dragon. So very dark in color, reminding him of a smaller Black Dread, stories and paintings running through his mind more than real fear. He was a Targaryen, he had nothing to fear. He knew. The dragon would know, too. That's how they were in days long past, anyway — surely that would be the same now?

His feet moved slowly, his heart beating just the opposite. Only when the dragon turned and noticed him did Viserys stop. Dead in his tracks, open-mouthed, in awe, hair and eyes a very very familiar shade...but the man himself, perhaps not familiar at all. Perhaps not having made the best decision here but still taking another step forward, for once looking every bit as humbled and submissive as he'd demanded of his sister.
carbonfrozen: (never more to go astray)

[personal profile] carbonfrozen 2017-02-06 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
Han's been slapped in the face before, and he's certainly been shot at plenty of times, but it still takes him by surprise when the guy he's yelling at marches up to him and gives him a stinging slap in the face. Clearly he didn't take into account just how offended someone would get if he started yelling at them in middle of the street.

But along with that shock, as he's reeling back in his seat, comes a deep sense of—well, not rage, more like offense, because: first this guy nearly gets himself hit by a car that should very well be obvious to him, then he's got the nerve to go and slap Han? He's the one at fault here!

The angle's too awkward to be able to punch the guy, as much as Han might like to, but there is a car door between them. So Han unlocks the door and swings it open with all his might, aiming to smack Viserys to the ground.
carbonfrozen: (you're so scared and all alone)

[personal profile] carbonfrozen 2017-02-07 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
The yelp, along with just how pathetic the guy looks once he's been knocked on his behind, makes Han feel kind of terrible for knocking him on his butt in the first place. It's not enough to stem the pure indignation he's feeling right now, but he does step out of the car and shut the door behind him.

Then Viserys opens his mouth and says words like you'll pay for that like someone Han knew once upon a time when he was younger and more naïve, and there goes any scraps of pity Han might've been able to scrounge up for him, floating away in the wind. He folds his arms across his chest and looks the guy dead in the eye.

"Yeah?" Two can play at that bluster game, buddy, and Han's been doing this for so long that it's easy to pull it back up, easy to be all bravado and swagger and outraged bluster. "Get in line, pal." The pal has a sardonic edge to it, spit out like venom.
carbonfrozen: (law man has put an end to my running)

[personal profile] carbonfrozen 2017-02-07 11:31 am (UTC)(link)
Threats, ha—threats don't do anyone good if you can't follow up on them, and now that he's gotten a good look at just how much of a mess Viserys is, he's really more indignant than anything at this guy's nerve to threaten him without any way to back it up. Between the two of them, Han's not the one seething on the ground.

"Who'd want to be?" Han shoots snidely back. He slouches casually against the side of his car, the picture of a cool and collected scoundrel.

It vanishes when Viserys slams his fist into the hood of his car, because what the hell. First of all, the taxi's not even his in the technical sense, and the noticeable dent is going to cost him (along with all the other problems courtesy of Han's power). Second of all, it's his car. It's no Falcon and it's not legally and technically his, but in his heart he has grown attached to this garbage heap.

"You kriffing little—hey!" He charges forward before Viserys can walk right off, in order to grab him by the shoulder and turn him around for an earful. "You know how much getting that fixed costs?!"
carbonfrozen: (the jig is up; the news is out)

[personal profile] carbonfrozen 2017-02-20 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
To be fair, Viserys would not be that far off the mark. Han is, in fact, kind of a jackass when his temper flares up, especially right now, since he's snarling all up in Viserys' personal space.

"Yeah, but I'm not the one who just dented it, am I?" Never mind that just a while ago he'd used the car door to smack Viserys on his ass. Never mind that one of Han's powers means heavy modification to the taxi. Blondie punched his car, therefore he must pay.