Astrid Hofferson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
punchandkiss) wrote2012-07-22 03:17 pm
punchandkiss) wrote2012-07-22 03:17 pm
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First Viking Assault - [Video]
[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.]
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.]
[video]
[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?
[video]
LONG. PAUSE.]
...Yes?
Re: [video]
[She looks less than pleased.]
The colds here give you horns.
[video]
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.
[video]
...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.]
[video] oops, never got this notif.
[In many ways, that was a relief. He hadn't liked the bursts of blizzards that completely trashed his room the past week, and the mutations had been more than disconcerting. Really, though, it was the mystery behind it all. Carmen had figured some of it out, yes, but all-in-all...]
[video]
Accidental snowstorms.
...You were making it snow?
[video]
Not on purpose, or anything! [Yeah, Hiccup, she probably got that from the 'accidental' part.] And it's not like it happened all the time.
Re: [video]
Maybe this is all a dream...