punchandkiss | First Viking Assault

[When the camera turns on, it’s upside down, and shows a lovely pair of fur lined brown boots sitting on the ground, folded beneath a red leather skirt covered in…are those spikes? They certainly look like spikes. The camera shakes a few times, and then violently shifts to the left as though someone smacked it. And then there is a sigh.]

This can’t be right.

[The voice is female, and frustrated, and after a moment the camera moves wildly again, as it lifts up into the air, showing an image from above of a blonde teenager sitting on the grass somewhere, leaning her back against a tree, and there is a green pokemon curled up on the ground next to her chewing intently on what might be a rock. She looks like she’s about to throw the pokegear away, even make a little growl of frustration, but she happens to glance up at the last second and see that the screen is actually doing something.]

[She brings it back down, frowning at it (still upside down) as she taps the screen with her thumb a few times and finally turns it the right side over. After a few more seconds of poking and prodding, and a few more of pushing her Pokemon out of the way when it becomes a bit too curious about what’s on the shiny machine, she slumps down where she’s sitting and just stares at the screen.]

Okay. That guy. That professor said I can use this to talk to people. Other people, I mean, besides…everyone in this town…people who also woke up in a weird house with a little creature following them around, I mean.

[Some of her anger might be showing through there.]

So, hello. Hi. Whatever. I’m Astrid. I need- [She cuts off as the Axew suddenly pokes his head back into view again, and there’s more shuffling as she pushes him back off-screen.] Sit. Stay. Right there. Good boy.

Anyway. Other than some stuff that didn’t make any sense, all I know is I’ve got this guy following me around and something about training and collecting and…look, it doesn’t matter. I just need to know where Stormfly, my dragon, is…and my axe…and how to get home.

In that order. Thanks.

[Some more fumbling and after about fifteen seconds of a lovely shot of the palm of her hand, Astrid manages to turn the device off.]

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Snow and hail, mostly.

[She shrugs.]

I'd like to get home, but I'm not in any rush for more snow.

Well, you're in luck on that note. Chances are you might not GET home for awhile, so...

_{[She spreads her arms a little and speaks in a croaky drawl.]}

Enjoy the weather.

Mm.

[She's not exactly skeptical...the dragons back home appeared intelligent sometimes too. But she wasn't necessarily convinced. As the Axew ran back with the rock and plopped it by her leg she scooped it up and threw it again.]

How long have you been here?

How big do they get?

So people keep saying. [Astrid is less than pleased.]

But nobody seems to know Why.

Over a year now. It was thirteen months just the other day, actually.

That's what I said! So I'm not gonna be!

...Really?

How are you going to leave?

... I haven't figured that part out yet. But if I got here suddenly, then why can't I leave suddenly?

Yeeeeaah, you'd think we'dve figured it out by now, buuuuut...

_{[She sounds more despondent than anything else, though. She's too pissed off at the current situation to care too much about the perpetual plight of the newbies.]}

A year for you. Two years for someone else.

I can't be here that long.

Probably can, but you can't really control when that happens, right?

How long have you been here?

Much as I hate to be the bearer of bad news, I said the same thing on my first day, as well.

_{[There's a pause.]}

... Man, I don't think you're gonna like my answer, but to be fair, not many people have been here as long as I have.

I was already told somebody had been here for two years, it can't be worse than that, can it?

...Great.

[She sighs under her breath.]

What's your name, anyway?

[Very good Astrid! He has no doubt that you'll be picking up on things soon enough. You always were quick.]

Well, uhmn. Thank you, for that... [It was a stab to his pride, even he had brought it up.

Still... With how suspicious she was already, she would be finding out soon enough.] Alright, just... Don't freak out? [And with that, he finally switches over to video, to display his new, bundled-in-blankets lifestyle. Even with the top-most blanket drawn over his head like a hood, it's pretty hard to miss the horns sprouting from his forehead and moving back almost in a manner similar to a Night Fury. His voice, when he speaks, is far more uncertain.]

See? ...Just a cold.

[She doesn't mean it, Hiccup. She just says things without really thinking them through. A lot. And he is kind of scrawny...cute, but scrawny.]

[She frowns when he appears though, studying the screen for a moment before she spots the...what? What in Odin's name...]

...Hiccup are those horns?

[Can't you just tell him he's cute without the scrawny? =c

LONG. PAUSE.]

...Yes?

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[Maybe. In private. If he's lucky. Probably not over the magic window though.]

[She looks less than pleased.]

The colds here give you horns.

[Oh, the magic window screws everything up...]

Not...all of them [He sighs.] Alright, so it's not a regular cold. But I was honest about everything else. It has been going around, so I'm not the only one.

[He figures it's best that he tells her the other part, before she finds out on her own and punches him for it.]

It, uh. Gave people powers, too.

[Yes, that's right. It's all the windows fault.]

...Powers. Okay what? Are you going to be okay? It's not going to kill you, right?

[Not that she's worried, or anything. ...except for the way she kind of obviously is.]

Berk must be some super powered village if everyone has a dragon, wow!

[ Oh. No wonder she's so damn cool. She grew up with it. Something a normal girl like Haruka could never achieve!!!

]

Mmm, I'm not sure! Like any good instrument, really nice ones can get pretty expensive, I would imagine... Ah! But they can differ in size and shape, but...

[ Haruka sets her device on something, then holds up a decent-sized space between her hands, signifying the head of the guitar. For axe-wielding, dragon-slaying purposes it's not a GREAT axe but it's no hatchet either. ]

Most would be about this big.

[Astrid hadn't thought about it that way before, but it made sense.] I guess it is. We used to spend so much time fighting dragons we never thought about it, but now that we have them...

[Not that Astrid had dreams of conquest or anything, of course...]

[She watches the girl giving a size. Well, that was decent enough, she supposed. It would have to do.]

I will have to see about getting one when I get there. [And she'd have to hurry, too.]

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