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legionworld2016-03-04 02:19 am
captainbuzzkill) wrote in legionworld2016-03-04 02:19 am
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Visiting Hours
Who| closed to Hal and Dipper
What| Hal visits Dipper in Medbay
Where| Medbay
When| After Dipper's network post, before Earth field trip.
Warnings/Notes| N/A
When Hal got to Dipper's room, the boy was bowed over a 3-ring notebook in thought, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he scribbled things in it. He looked mostly in good health. A bald patch near the back of his head was visibly shaved, but the high-tech medical treatments here meant there were no stitches where there otherwise might have been for the same injury in the 21st century.
The newbies were all given private rooms in the Medbay, instead of being out on the main medbay floor like Legionnaires normally were, largely to make it less chaotic as they adjusted -- and to make it easier to restrain them or calm them down if they needed it. That meant that Dipper had felt pretty isolated. The nurses and techs that came in to check on him were nice and all, but they couldn't stay there for long.
So when Hal showed up at the door, his face lit up, and he eagerly sat up and squirmed out from under the sheets to sit criss cross applesauce on top of his blanket.
He was already a small boy but he looked even smaller because of the patient scrubs he was wearing. He was at that awkward size where he was just a little too big for children's sizes but drowning in an adult (human) small.
Dipper held out his noodly arms and made grabby hands.
"Snaaacks," he said in a zombie voice. It was a very good zombie voice, but that was what happened when you fought actual real zombies. "Snaaaaacks."
What| Hal visits Dipper in Medbay
Where| Medbay
When| After Dipper's network post, before Earth field trip.
Warnings/Notes| N/A
When Hal got to Dipper's room, the boy was bowed over a 3-ring notebook in thought, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he scribbled things in it. He looked mostly in good health. A bald patch near the back of his head was visibly shaved, but the high-tech medical treatments here meant there were no stitches where there otherwise might have been for the same injury in the 21st century.
The newbies were all given private rooms in the Medbay, instead of being out on the main medbay floor like Legionnaires normally were, largely to make it less chaotic as they adjusted -- and to make it easier to restrain them or calm them down if they needed it. That meant that Dipper had felt pretty isolated. The nurses and techs that came in to check on him were nice and all, but they couldn't stay there for long.
So when Hal showed up at the door, his face lit up, and he eagerly sat up and squirmed out from under the sheets to sit criss cross applesauce on top of his blanket.
He was already a small boy but he looked even smaller because of the patient scrubs he was wearing. He was at that awkward size where he was just a little too big for children's sizes but drowning in an adult (human) small.
Dipper held out his noodly arms and made grabby hands.
"Snaaacks," he said in a zombie voice. It was a very good zombie voice, but that was what happened when you fought actual real zombies. "Snaaaaacks."
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There was an obvious fondness in his voice, despite that description.
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Yes, he hoped Hal's life was like a movie because that'd make it even cooler.
"Are you one of those cops that's a loose cannon, darnit, but one of the best they have?"
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Really, he could probably get a good long storytime just out of some of the ridiculous misconceptions his fellow officers had about Earth.
"And...yeah, you could say that, with the loose cannon." Utterly casual, even if the irony was enough to (almost) make him wince.
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He thought of the tiny aliens that had committed ritual suicide when he and Mabel discovered them in that weird robot
And then tried to unthink about it.
"I never got to talk to the ones we discovered inside the person-robot, and the ones that left behind the flying saucer buried under the town were long-dead."
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Plenty of his colleagues looked humanoid enough, but then you found out weird things like Graxosians were actually a lot older than you realized and they just went into suspended animation after suffering traumatic injuries.
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Let him compare weirdness, Hal. Let him bask in the glorious weirdness.
Dipper wished they weren't all just stuck here. This situation would've been even more amazing if they could also travel to each other's worlds.
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And honestly, while there were a lot of excellent candidates, the one that kept rising over the rest to the front of his mind...
"So. Dkrtzy RRR." Who even knew how he managed to pronounce that. "Some coot of a scientist was trying to prove that willpower could be derived formulaically. And he found a bio-sentient mathematical equation, who is now an officer of the Green Lantern Corps, stationed to Sector 188."
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His dreams have come true, Hal. Math. Math that's alive. Amazing.
Dipper flopped back onto the bed dramatically, the snack bag still in his hands.
"Okay, you win. That's weirder than the Time Baby. Or the sweaty one-arm-attached-to-the-giant-head thing. Or the monster made of Halloween candy. It's weirder and cooler. The universe is amazing."
He stuffed another...whatever into his mouth, and said around his full mouth, "I'm eating alien junk food and the universe is amaaaazing."
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Not that coming home was bad. The chance to catch up with Barry and Ollie was always welcome, to drop by Jim's and see the kids, to go back to the job that actually paid and take a flight the old-fashioned way, because as easy as the ring made it, there was something lost in translation that just wasn't the same as putting his faith in ten tons of steel and his own skill and reflexes.
But God, the details of living on Earth got old so fast. It never took long before he was back to staring at the stars.
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He dropped that sentence and let it lie there like a dead thing.
"But it's mostly just punching aliens around here, right? No weird, creepy, eldritch abomination stuff? Or zombies? Or living wax sculptures that want to murder you? Or, I dunno, blood rain or something?"
He popped another crispy thing into his mouth.
Superheroing in space sounded way more fun than otherdimensional horrors.
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He held up one hand to count off that list on his fingers. "Punching aliens is most of it. Eldritch stuff...not terribly common, but it's not unheard of. Zombies..."
Slight wince. That one was still very fresh, and even if it had ended well, killing J'onn, even if it was a reanimated bloodthirsty corpse of J'onn, wasn't anything he wanted to repeat.
"I don't think anybody actually said the word while it was happening, but now that I think about it, I'm not sure what else I'd call the Blackest Night. So yes, but again, rare."
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"Occasional zombies are better than eldritch abominations. I'll take it."
Seriously, zombies could just be killed with three-part harmonies. Or if the zombies here were different, maybe with head shots. Or...something. There was always some way or another to stop them.
Dipper put down his snacks and picked up his notebook again.
"How do you kill zombies in this universe? Standard head shot? Sound harmonics that make their heads explode? I'm keeping notes."
Keeping notes on how to fight deadly crap! Totally normal thing for a teenage boy to do.
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(Hal, on the other hand, had been utterly unimpressed by the whole thing and never gave much thought to zombie invasion survival plans. So of course he'd been the one who grew up to actually deal with one.)
"These ones were created by Black Lantern rings taking control of the dead - or in some cases, the resurrected." A glowing green replica of the ring in question popped up in the air next to Hal - the wrong color, of course, but then it zoomed in to Nekron's insignia, which was the thing he really meant to highlight. "So unless you take out the ring, they just reform and keep coming at you. But Lantern rings don't go down easily."
The construct vanished as he continued. "What it came down to was light - I don't mean like shining a flashlight on them, though. Light from the emotional spectrum, which meant...other Lantern rings, for the most part. I've seen a few other powers that can channel it, but not many. Green plus any other color, the more the stronger, and that weakens them enough to destroy them."