thelegion | [video] Russians and Dogs In Space!

Hellooo Legion of Superheroes!

[The man on the screen is handsome and pale, with silvery hair that falls over one of his stunning blue-green eyes. He looks to be in his mid- to late-twenties, and only a pinched look around his visible eye betrays worry. His mouth is certainly smiling and relaxed, and he's speaking with a pronounced Russian accent. It looks like he's still in the Medbay, but he’s sitting on the edge of his bed there.]

I am Victor Nikiforov! Which means much less here than it does back home, so that's a new and interesting experience for me.

[There's a bark off-screen, and a dog appears at Victor's elbow, clearly sitting on the bed with him. It's fluffy and a little ridiculous looking, probably a standard poodle but without the funny haircut. Victor obligingly moves his arm and adjusts the angle of the camera so that both of them are evenly in the shot.] Makkachin and I are recently arrived, and I’m very grateful that the Legion has been keeping an eye on Phelolu, because I would have been very disappointed if we both died there of poison and cold.

I've been informed that I now have short-term precognition. Either that or people are just repeating things as a funny joke, but that seems a little far-fetched when I'm already in another universe in space! So right now, I'm working on choosing my super hero name. Please, tell me yours, and what you like to do around here in your free time!

Oh, and I was assured that Yuuri Katsuki is already here. If anyone sees him and he's not on his way, could you tell him that his coach and the dog who likes to jump on him in public are here? [Makkachin barks again, and Victor laughs, glancing away from the camera.] Yes, and Makkachin is here too!

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Why would I sell myself short? I told stories for a living. If I wasn't any good at it, we wouldn't have been able to eat. But we did, so hey, I must be pretty good!

[He chuckles like that's actually a funny joke and not a seriously tragic statement. But he's also genuinely curious at the motivation behind Victor's instruction not to sell himself short. This isn't the first time someone here has said something similar. Why is it so important to them to tell him that he's good at playing music, and that his effort shows? Do they think he doesn't already know that's where his skill is?

Regardless, he nods politely, and flips the camera around to show a woman in a golden robe, with long black hair, sitting nearby on the kotatsu they share in their quarters. Before she can really notice she's being filmed, Kubo flips the camera back.]

That's my mother! She was my teacher. And she knows so much more than what I've had time to learn yet.

[Always happy to brag about his mother, he smiles at her again before returning to the conversation.]

I've never met a famous athlete before. Unless Yuuri is a famous athlete, and he forgot to tell me the "famous" part. I'd be honored to hear your story.

[Victor knows another skater about Kubo's age who is the primary financial support for his family. Kubo and Yurio are...very different though.]

She must be very proud of you. I'm sure she's happy to be able to continue your training here.

[He sighs at that, half-affectionate and half-exasperated. Probably not at Kubo.]

He's not as famous as I am, but I can assure you that he's quite well-known. We competed against each other last year in one of the top figure skating competitions in the world, and he was well on his way to qualifying for that competition again this year before we were brought here.

But I shall absolutely tell you my story. Though maybe once I'm more recovered from being dumped on an inhospitable asteroid. I don't usually use words to tell stories.

[Happy doesn't really cover it. Her presence is miraculous. But Kubo doesn't want to saddle this friendly stranger with the sad details of her return from death just now.

He settles for aiming another loving smile at Sariatu, the sort of love that has been touched by heartbreak briefly present on his features.]

We're both very happy.

[That's enough of an explanation for now.]

Of course! But . . . how do you tell stories without words?

[It's a foreign concept to him, but all the more interesting for it!]

[Victor has an eye for beautiful things, and that smile that Kubo sends his mother's direction catches his attention. However, he doesn't really know how to shape the sentences to ask about it without destroying it, so instead he moves on to answering a question about something he knows oh so very much about.]

I don't know what Yuuri has told you about figure skating, but essentially a skater's final score is determined by a combination of two parts: their technical score and their presentation score. It isn't simply a matter of performing athletic feats, a skater must also deliver with their body the intent of the music they've chosen to skate to. As a musician and a storyteller, you wouldn't tell a wistful story about lost love while playing music suited to a story of triumph and revenge. It's the same thing with skating.

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