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maskormenacelogs2017-02-05 09:36 pm
emgoldened) wrote in 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.
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.
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Viserys looks at him long enough to assess that he is likely fine, not here to kill or steal, and then holds out the paper. One hand points earnestly to the page covered in Valentine's Day treats, with hearts all over the place, and wine, and pictures of couples and pasta recreating the Lady and the Tramp set up...it's a little overboard, honestly.
He doesn't ask. He just waves his hand a bit. What the hell is this? What is all of it. He needs so much help.
He needs so much help outside of this, too, but. Even qualified individuals would have Trouble with that.
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But he is pointing a the picture of the date rather than the coupons. That could also be a clear hint to what this guy wanted? The date? the food? A copy of Lady and the Tramp? Dogs of different social classes????
"Do you want a date for Valentines Day?" A shoot in the dark question but, it was a start.
this tag has enriched my life. thank you.
A date. What? Viserys draws back with eyebrows knit together, lips twisting to a near-frown and lilac eyes brimming with confusion. Is he being mocked? A date for a day, what does that even mean? Gods!
"It is a day for lovers, I can see that. Is it regular? Do you know of it? Of this Valentine? Of his symbol?"
Still stuck on that dollar sign. Maybe you should take him on a date to explain dating, Gentarou.
awww. that makes me so happy.
Because, that's true teen love.
"Oh, and that's the symbol!" He's pointing to the giant floating pink and red hearts decorated around the poster. The dollar sign is being mostly ignored.
c:
"Having fun with each other and coupling." He smiles, amused by this world's brazenness. "It is a holiday for sex, then. Not love."
He sounds almost relieved. Thank the gods, honestly, Viserys only knows how one of those things works. Until the bucket of space slime makes an appearance, anyway.
do you approve of a plurk add?
"Valentines day isn't about sex! It is love! It's about showing your friends, family and other people that you care about them! And how you do that.."
Pausing and scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment, "..uhhh, that's your choice."
Also don't mock the space-slime. Space-slime was the cutest.
ABSOLUTELY
"Still yourself." It sounds more suggestion than order, at least. He's trying. "You do not speak of the act so openly, hmm? Yet there is a holiday, and you know of it."
He has to think this over. In the meantime, he flips the flyer closed and tucks it under his arm.
"What else do you know of this world?"
Just talk for the next two hours. No one will believe it happened, but for now, Viserys is all ears.
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"Eh? Of course I know about Valentines day. All the stores put up those flyers and there's discount chocolates." Because it was a holiday. Not a...whatever Viserys was saying it was! Where was this dude from anyways where he thinks people celebrate a holiday of adult behaviours!? Gentarou was somewhat relieved that his first guess about this guy wanting to find a date seemed to be completely wrong.
And luckily, a change of subject happened before his small, hairgel infused brain could process anything else.
"I know we're in America."
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For the most part, anyway, it seemed the general consensus that patriotism was the way to go. An aspect of war. Viserys knew, had known, had heard and seen how people could be when they felt threatened or the need to threaten.
"What else do you know of America? Is this the first you have seen these lands?"
These lands that Viserys was content to roam for the moment, assuming Gentarou would follow along. Walking and talking was a fine hobby.
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And if Viserys was interested in walking around, he hasn't made any indication of saying bye to Gentarou so, he'd just walk with him.
"It's your first time here too, right?"
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"Oh, yes. This America does not exist in the known world." His family ruled most of it. And he traveled quite a bit. He would have known, okay, if there was some place like this, or even close to it, in their world. "Nor do we have these TVs. Receiving news could take weeks, even months. Not how it is here."
Don't say bye to your Valentine, Gentarou. No need for broken hearts so quickly!
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"Hey, you haven't told me your name yet. My name's Gentarou."
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He smiles, though, because he will not understand the true amazingness of the interwebs for quite some time, and even laughs a bit at Gentarou's enthusiasm. The little lamb.
"Viserys of the House Targaryen, the Third of His Name." Look, he even cut off his titles. He's getting used to it now. Sort of. Kind of. Not really, but he's VERY used to dying slowly on the inside. "Perhaps I am from the past. This land makes me feel as though I am."
Dying slowly on the inside, dying quickly on the outside...he is definitely a past tense kinda guy.
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"Ok! Then Viserys, I'm going to teach you everything you need to know about this time so you can feel like you're as much from this time as anyone else!" And this declaration was complete with a smile and a finger pointed right at the blonde man.
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He's not quite sure what to make of the pointing but laughs, assuming it's just a Thing this man does instead of, like, calling the dogs to attack a target and rip him to shreds. Maybe it could be both. But he stands there, unripped to shreds, so he thinks it's safe to say, for now, that Gentarou is just a very animated sort who uses more than lips and eyebrows when he speaks.
"You are?" Haha man this guy better have so much patience because Viserys can be such a shit. The battles they might wage over the Googles, the wi-fis, the emojis...epic, truly epic, the likes poets shall sing about for ages. "An offer like that, I would be a fool to say no."
He's a fool for other reasons, let's get that straight.
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"Then it's settled!" And he changes the hand to now be open towards Viserys for the expected and important handshake to cement their newfound friendship for the days to come. If he was to show Viserys the ways of this place, the ways of friendship must be included as well.
Plus, Gentarou is in high school. And just like any high school based situation, you always have that one friend who's a pain in the ass little shit that you deal with anyways. That's just how it works.
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Viserys blinks, then nods, smiling as he takes that hand. An oddly quick shake, but more like he's not really used to them than he's trying to get away from Gentarou's touch. Poor guy has so much to learn.
"I agree. It's settled."
Dude, he is so honored to be that pain in the ass little shit, wipes a tear.
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"There! That's how I do it when I make new friends."