Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2019 5:00:34 GMT
(January 14th, Hiro arrives by wagon at the city entrance. Early day. Opening to any passerby/welcoming comity)
The trek from San Fransokyo had been a gradual and slow process on such primitive tech. The short boy remained sprawled within the back of the wagon, dim brown eyes gazing up towards the sheet that covered it. Originally he went by car, then train, and now he was within something you’d expect from the dark ages. Every churn of the wheel caused the vehicle to rock and creak and he sighed, ebony hair flicking upwards with the passing of his breath. It was rather cramped; he brought nearly his entire work studio as well as his gear despite being promptly told he shouldn’t be facing combat. Boring.
He was honestly surprised to know if there was even a shred of electricity in this primal location, he saw mainly trees for hours and not a tower within sight. Hiro was beginning to wonder if he made a bad choice in heading to war rather than continuing college. He slipped out his cellular device, the screen illuminating his pale features as he flicked his eyes towards the loss of signal, another strained sigh parting from his lips whilst he tiredly placed it back. He could likely use Baymax as a portable hotspot or even some of his own gear but that would possibly drain both objects faster and at this point he was worried Baymax will be left as a heap of vinyl.
“Hiro,” a small, robotic voice tickled his ears as the young boy continued to scowl in the back of the wagon, “Hiro,” it prompted again, lacking residual emotion but still warm. Air passed his lips as he finally succumbed to his name, “Yeah?” replied the adolescent, turning his head to gaze at the spherical robot upside-down. “That’s Arendelle castle, right?” he questioned which caused Hiro to flip over, leaning atop his palms as he crawled to peer out the back, jaw nearly dropping at the sprawling mass before him. It was enormous and looked like polished pearl, a real life castle. Just moments ago he was bored but now he brandished the largest grin, completely awestruck.
Hiro quickly flung his legs outside the back, watching as Baymax noisily stuffed each squat leg further to mirror his dangling sitting position. Their backs now faced the enlarging structure but Hiro was excited, completely ready to meet the new people of this establishment. He was fully convinced he was where he needed to be, he was a hero and heroes helped people.
When the wagon finally slowed to a stop, he was pleased to see that many people waited to greet him, watching as some soldiers began moving his stuff. They probably had a spot picked up for him somewhere but he was beyond pleased. Maybe there were even people his age here too? He assumed if they were they were likely incredible.
“Hiro, your heartrate is up,” remaked Baymax, dryly. “That’s because I’m exicted!” replied the boy without hesitation, gawking at the castle.
The trek from San Fransokyo had been a gradual and slow process on such primitive tech. The short boy remained sprawled within the back of the wagon, dim brown eyes gazing up towards the sheet that covered it. Originally he went by car, then train, and now he was within something you’d expect from the dark ages. Every churn of the wheel caused the vehicle to rock and creak and he sighed, ebony hair flicking upwards with the passing of his breath. It was rather cramped; he brought nearly his entire work studio as well as his gear despite being promptly told he shouldn’t be facing combat. Boring.
He was honestly surprised to know if there was even a shred of electricity in this primal location, he saw mainly trees for hours and not a tower within sight. Hiro was beginning to wonder if he made a bad choice in heading to war rather than continuing college. He slipped out his cellular device, the screen illuminating his pale features as he flicked his eyes towards the loss of signal, another strained sigh parting from his lips whilst he tiredly placed it back. He could likely use Baymax as a portable hotspot or even some of his own gear but that would possibly drain both objects faster and at this point he was worried Baymax will be left as a heap of vinyl.
“Hiro,” a small, robotic voice tickled his ears as the young boy continued to scowl in the back of the wagon, “Hiro,” it prompted again, lacking residual emotion but still warm. Air passed his lips as he finally succumbed to his name, “Yeah?” replied the adolescent, turning his head to gaze at the spherical robot upside-down. “That’s Arendelle castle, right?” he questioned which caused Hiro to flip over, leaning atop his palms as he crawled to peer out the back, jaw nearly dropping at the sprawling mass before him. It was enormous and looked like polished pearl, a real life castle. Just moments ago he was bored but now he brandished the largest grin, completely awestruck.
Hiro quickly flung his legs outside the back, watching as Baymax noisily stuffed each squat leg further to mirror his dangling sitting position. Their backs now faced the enlarging structure but Hiro was excited, completely ready to meet the new people of this establishment. He was fully convinced he was where he needed to be, he was a hero and heroes helped people.
When the wagon finally slowed to a stop, he was pleased to see that many people waited to greet him, watching as some soldiers began moving his stuff. They probably had a spot picked up for him somewhere but he was beyond pleased. Maybe there were even people his age here too? He assumed if they were they were likely incredible.
“Hiro, your heartrate is up,” remaked Baymax, dryly. “That’s because I’m exicted!” replied the boy without hesitation, gawking at the castle.