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Opening Ceremony!

Who: Everybody!
What: Opening Ceremony! Say hi to all your new friends! It's a meet 'n' greet!
When: OPENING DAY!
Where: Just inside the Academic Building
Warnings: None yet. Yet.
[In a wide open hall with banners and a various sundry of celebratory items, the headmaster's rousing speech begins to come to a close.]

In short, you all are here to save our world! There is a threat out there that we must face, but we cannot face it alone. [His demeanor is pleasant, but thinly veiled. His stress is evident in his words, but he is attempting to stay cheerful.] We must do our best to watch over our friends and family and neighbors, no matter who they may be.

We are all responsible for one another. [He lets the silence hang for a moment before letting off and overly cheerful--] HaHa! [Was that a bit forced? Or was it just me?]

Well, guys, it’s time for me t’go, got lotsa stuff to take care of bein’ headmaster and all. But please, get to know one another, go check out classes, and find out where you live on campus! [He gestures to various sections of the room, all labeled with bright colored papers and text.]

I’ll see y’around!

[And with that, the headmaster is off! ~~No, seriously. Watch him go, he’s movin’ fast for such a short guy.~~]

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[He hadn't been paying any attention to whoever was beside him. It wasn't like he could feel anything from the stump of his leg down either way, so when the question comes up and he looks around and ends up having to look down to see someone unabashedly poking at his prosthetic. He leans back on his good foot, a bit weirded out by the question, considering it didn't get asked much back home.]

Well, ah, this version I did.

[There's a small noise from the back of his throat before he pulls his leg away from the taller man.]

Yeah?

[ It's a tone of genuine interest. How often to you see a tricked out prosthetic? Or one to begin with but. He shamelessly continues to stare at it thoughtfully and pointing at bits. ]

So this would help balance but-- Is it heavy? [ Oh, it moved away. He straightens himself out quickly and takes a single step back with his hands held up, flashing a sheepish smile. ]

Oops. Sorry. Serious invasion of privacy there. But that's pretty cool.

No, not really.

[Hiccup has a few designs in his sketchbook, a couple of ideas that simply won't leave his mind, but for now that's all they are. He's not entirely sure what's brought on the interest, but he raises an eyebrow at the questions and...whoa, okay. The guy was nearly as tall as his dad, if not a bit more. Hiccup actually has to crane his neck a little to look up.]

Uh, thanks. It's due for a bit of tweaking sometime soon...well, as soon as I find a forge anyway.

[He gives a light shrug.]

Maintenance and everything.

Really to me though. Don't people just go for like a peg or one of those plastic guys or a metal rod thing? But you can get pressure on it and stuff. It's unique, I think.

[ He rests a hand under his chin, looking down at him - always down. When is he not looking down at someone is the question? He kind of likes being able to see above almost everyone's heads in the room. ]

...A forge? Hmm. I don't know if you'd find one of those around the school. Probably the closest you'd get is wherever shop class is but I doubt they're doing serious metal work and forging. I guess you could always have one made later.

Well, that's usually how it is around my village but it had to be made this way so I could ride Toothless.

[He has no problem explaining why it's spring-loaded, folding his class list up by this point and putting it into inside of his belt since he didn't have any pockets. Hiccup makes a face when he hears that news, crossing an arm and resting his elbow against it as he tapped his chin thoughtfully.]

I figured. I guess it couldn't hurt to give it a bit of an upgrade. Everything's so...advanced here, it makes sense they wouldn't have a forge like back home.

What's a toothless? Is that a horse?

[ Village + Forge + "Advanced"? Uniforms make it impossible to figure out who comes from where based on clothes. First glance and you won't know who knows what a light-bulb is and who doesn't but that gives it away. Yikes. Poor kid. At least he doesn't smell like he's too far behind where you don't know proper hygiene. ]

You're from one of those places off the beaten path that didn't upgrade to electricity, huh? That explains some things. Wonder how many of you guys are around... I kind of thought that was just rumor stuff. But yeah, most of what you'd make with forges is all factory made now.

[ He idly yanks one of his gloves up then clasps hands together ] If you need help figuring anything out, I can lend a hand.

A dragon. Night Fury to be exact.

[Not that he knows whether or not people will actually know what a dragon, much less a Night Fury, looks like, but it's better to kind of explain at least. He can grab his sketchbook if he needs to anyway. Unlike the other villagers who only washed on laundry day, Hiccup took a bit of pride in his appearance. Hiccup inclines his head when the other guesses correctly, raising an eyebrow. What in Odin's name was a factory?]

I don't...really know what electricity and a, uh, factory [he spells out the word once, then again in Norse just to make sure he has it right] are, but I guess you hit a nail on the head.

You ride ...a dragon?

[ His tone says he doesn't quite by it. That's ridiculous. Though if it's a dragon he's assuming is toothless then that's slightly less ridiculous. Still ridiculous and he's going to remain skeptical because really? How would you even get something called 'Night Fury' to not burn you alive? He'll buy him riding a toothless one over a fully teethed one though. ]

Uhh. Hm. Well! Electricity is like everything running on lightning, I guess. It's the same stuff. And a factory is a building where machines make everything for you. [ Does he know what a machine is? He pauses then waves a hand in a circle and adds as an afterthought: ] It's a place where you make stuff that works automatically and builds other stuff. [ Nailed it. ] There! Now you know.

Edited 2013-10-02 08:05 (UTC)

Our principal is a talking mouse.

[The look on his face and his deadpanned tone about the fact is pretty much everything he's going to say on the matter. There was a walking talking mouse on the stage a few minutes ago, is it really hard to believe that dragons exist somewhere? He'll never know. He blinks a bit in surprise a that, tilting his head. A place where stuff is works without you hauling a mallet and it builds things for you? Hiccup uses his free hand to elaborate his words, trying to think of the right way to word it.]

Sooooo it's like...another person working for you but it's not...a person?

[Weird.]

And electricity is like...lightning being struck by metal?

Point made.

[ It's more Hiccup actually getting on the dragon than it existing somewhere, really. But talking mouse. It's hard to not let that one be plausible, he guesses. Still seems ridiculous though. Pull out a dragon and he'll buy it completely. He nods once and moves his hands like he's weighing something. He talks with them a little more than he actually speaks. ]

Right! Instead of a person you have a big metal thing that makes a lot more than a person can.

Electricity is hard to explain but that's kind of it. You should try dragging your socked feet across a carpet and then poking someone or something. You get a type of electricity like that. It's like tiny tiny lightning zaps. It's fun.

[Hiccup's a lot the same, using his hands to talk. A big metal thing sounds weird, but, well, he's probably going to see weirder so it's not that strange to think of. The image of a big metal thing replacing him in Gobber's workshop crosses his mind and he shakes his head, tilting it curiously.]

Uh-huh...whatever carpet is. If it's anything like fur then I get it.

[ He doesn't even know what a carpet is. Good gravy. The Once-ler's tapping his own chin again, giving him a really curious look. ]

You don't have little rugs? Those are the same thing. It's like a fur you use to cover the floors only it's usually made of synthetic materials or wool. ...Everyone knows what wool is, right?

[ He motions at him with one hand. All of him. ] Hey, where are you from that you don't have these yet?

Well, uh, I guess the closest thing we have is the bears my dad skinned after he hunted them. And yeah, I know what wool is. We do have yak and sheep.

[He lifts his hand and rubs his finger under his nose, placing his free one on his hip as he thought. He guessed he did get an awful shock from it some times. He looks up when the Once-ler asks where he's from, lowering his fist from in front of his mouth.]

Berk. It's, ah, part of a small archipelago up to the north.

Berk? [ He gives him a slightly surprised look and looks up at the ceiling in thought, trying to locate it on a map somewhere. An isolated dot all the way up there. ]

Huh. I did not know that was a real place. I guess that's why dragons aren't mainstreamed everywhere as 'real' and you're all isolated from electricity, huh? Learn something new every day.

Sounds about right. We only have a small map. The only places I knew of until today were Scotland and Arendelle.

[Mostly because of his father's peace treaties with the royalties of both. He pauses when he realizes he hasn't introduced himself.]

Oh, uh, my name's Hiccup.

That's it? There's an entire world to [ ~~sell to~~ ] learn about.

[ Oh. Right. Introductions. He forgot all about that. He offers a hand out to shake. ]

I'm the Once-ler. Hi. Is your name really 'Hiccup' or is that a nickname?

Well, my dad's chief so we have treaties to maintain to the surrounding islands. We only just started reaching out farther because we learned how to ride dragons.

[He shrugs, but reaches out to shake the hand with a small sigh.]

It's my real name. It's, ah, a bit of a tradition. I'm the third in my family to have had it as a name.

Edited 2013-10-05 05:02 (UTC)

You're a chief's son? Cool. How far can dragons fly?

[ He pulls his hand back after exactly two firm shakes. Perfected well-practiced business handshake right there ]

So it's Hiccup the third. That's pretty neat. I wish mine had a name tradition. I can't start one either. It's a one-off name.

Well, we can reach the other islands in the archipelago in less of a time than we would have by long boat. Like...say you wanted to get to the Bog Burglar's territory. You'd have at least three or four days by boat. Dragon flight cuts the time by half, including a night's camping. Just because they're dragons doesn't mean they're not superhuman.

[Hiccup cups his free hand over his other, attempting to not make it look like the handshake had been a bit hard. He knew strong handshakes. Firm ones were a new thing. He raises an eyebrow at that.]

I'm guessing 'the Once-ler' is your actual name, not some sort of nickname.

Is Bog Burglar's territory full of burglars?

That's my name. It's a- [ ... ] -- uh... Name. The first name is 'The' and then 'Ler' is the last name but it sounds best all put together. People usually drop the 'the' though, which is fine because it sounds off if people are trying to be professional and put 'Mister' in front of it.

[ He pauses and shakes his head to himself ] Yeah. I have no idea what anyone was thinking. Once-ler, why are you a Once-ler? The world will never know. I don't even think Mom knows and she came up with it. Not that I'm complaining. It sounds cool.

Well, they are experts at thievery and escaping.

[He inclines his head with a small shrug, pausing at the name thing. It sounded weird to name your child 'The', but then again he was named after an unwanted throat reflex, so he wasn't really one to talk.]

If it's any consolation, it makes you sound like one of a kind. 'The' is generally reserved for the beginning of titles when it comes to people after all.

Why would anyone want to fly there?

[ He nods and puts on a smile, pointing at himself with a thumb. ]

It does sound important, doesn't it? ...I don't think we can add a 'The' to your name though. 'The Hiccup' just sounds like a really violent hiccup that people observing could mistake for a burp.

Oh I don't know...treaties, keeping peace between the tribes. Yeah, it's kind of an important thing.

[He can't help the little roll of his eyes.]

I think I'd prefer being known as 'The Hiccup' rather than sharing my name. You have no idea how many times I've heard someone say hi to who I think is me and it's actually just a small sheep. [Pause, then, to clarify;] Uh, it's tradition to call the runt of the tribe a hiccup, even in herds.

Hmmmm, yeah. I guess that'd be pretty important.

[ He pauses then looks him up and down then reaches a hand out, hovering it over Hiccup's head like he's measuring him. ]

How big were Hiccup one and two?

Edited 2013-10-09 15:04 (UTC)

[He watches the hand hovering over his head before he replies, making a thoughtful expression.]

Uh, well, it's a bit unsure. My tribe doesn't exactly keep records. My great-great-great grandfather and great grand uncle were probably about my size when they were younger though.

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