one axe.
[ It's been about a day and a half since Astrid woke up here, and she's pretty certain she has enough information to actually make a move. ...And if she doesn't, well, screw it because she's not sticking around in the woods in a flimsy white dress reading from a magical book for any longer than she has been.
The book talks and writes and shows pictures (that one had nearly knocked her out of the tree she's taken up residence in for the moment) and Astrid's pretty certain she can figure out how to make it work in her favour. She's just not sure exactly what the hell is going on, even after reading or listening to the most recent things available to her.
The last three entries or so were useless (...if only she'd read back just a bit further, and overall she's given up deciphering the meaning of the magical words in the magical book and is going to take a leap of faith and just...ask. Admittedly she's been spending a lot of time just working up the nerve to use the mystery magical book, but, well, what other options are there? She's far enough out in the woods that wandering off would probably end badly. ]
Hello? Is this thing working? How are you supposed to be able to tell? [ Magical books are pretty new to her. There's a frustrated little sigh. Following the sigh is muttering, meant to be under her breath but still audible, because controlling her voice is the least of Astrid's worries. ] This is the sort of thing Hiccup or Fishlegs would like, not me. I don't even know if this is actually something that works or if I've officially lost it. Next thing you know I'll be thinking I'm a dragon, living on the edges of town hunting sheep. That's always assuming I have officially lost it, which would explain a lot more than being sane would. I'm sitting in a tree with a makeshift spear. That's probably not the best sign for sanity.
Unless you can't find your axe, in which case making a spear is pretty sane a choice. I mean, it'd be less sane to sit in a tree without any sort of weapon, right?
Why am I even talking to myself about this? This is ridiculous. How does this ever help him?
...Whatever, if it isn't working or real, I guess I'll figure it out in a minute or two.
[ Raising her voice again. ] My name is Astrid Hofferson. I'd appreciate any directions you could give me to... [ distinct hesitation. She's...not totally sure what's happening still, but she's pretty certain "Berk" is out of the question for just now, and so she'll shelve that until she has enough on her side to worry about it. ] ...Whatever village is nearest, I guess.
The book talks and writes and shows pictures (that one had nearly knocked her out of the tree she's taken up residence in for the moment) and Astrid's pretty certain she can figure out how to make it work in her favour. She's just not sure exactly what the hell is going on, even after reading or listening to the most recent things available to her.
The last three entries or so were useless (...if only she'd read back just a bit further, and overall she's given up deciphering the meaning of the magical words in the magical book and is going to take a leap of faith and just...ask. Admittedly she's been spending a lot of time just working up the nerve to use the mystery magical book, but, well, what other options are there? She's far enough out in the woods that wandering off would probably end badly. ]
Hello? Is this thing working? How are you supposed to be able to tell? [ Magical books are pretty new to her. There's a frustrated little sigh. Following the sigh is muttering, meant to be under her breath but still audible, because controlling her voice is the least of Astrid's worries. ] This is the sort of thing Hiccup or Fishlegs would like, not me. I don't even know if this is actually something that works or if I've officially lost it. Next thing you know I'll be thinking I'm a dragon, living on the edges of town hunting sheep. That's always assuming I have officially lost it, which would explain a lot more than being sane would. I'm sitting in a tree with a makeshift spear. That's probably not the best sign for sanity.
Unless you can't find your axe, in which case making a spear is pretty sane a choice. I mean, it'd be less sane to sit in a tree without any sort of weapon, right?
Why am I even talking to myself about this? This is ridiculous. How does this ever help him?
...Whatever, if it isn't working or real, I guess I'll figure it out in a minute or two.
[ Raising her voice again. ] My name is Astrid Hofferson. I'd appreciate any directions you could give me to... [ distinct hesitation. She's...not totally sure what's happening still, but she's pretty certain "Berk" is out of the question for just now, and so she'll shelve that until she has enough on her side to worry about it. ] ...Whatever village is nearest, I guess.
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[ Where has Hiccup been hiding all of these people. :| ]
You could say that. How do you know Hiccup, exactly?
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We made friends! He actually works at the smithy and he was already good friends with my best friend Sokka! Oh, I should explain the different world thing to you first.
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[ Just.
To all of that.
In general. ]
Do you plan on making sense anytime soon?
[ She's not questioning something weird is going on, but stop referencing things she just doesn't get, Aang. ]
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That's what I'm trying to! Make. Sense, that is. People here... we're all from different worlds, but we get brought here for no reason! And this place we're kept in is called Luceti, but it's kinda peaceful here most of the time!
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Hiccup and Sokka work at the smithy, a-and Winry too.
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Right.
[ She's...going to focus on the one point that makes any sense. ] Most of the time isn't all of the time. I feel naked without my axe.
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[ If he was, she'll...feel a little contrite for dismissing him. She has wings, it's...not totally out there.
Except it is. ]
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Well he is pretty much the opposite of what a viking should look like, but so is Hiccup for the most part. She'd just been assuming Hiccup found some tribe of viking outcasts somewhere, because...Hiccup. ]
Do you have...you know.
[ wings. ]
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[ srsly? ]
...Sure, why not. [ Clearly sense was left behind in Berk, anyway. ]
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A...big shield?
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[ Aaaaand we're back from civil to terse.
Not because she's upset at Aang, just at. Not knowing where Stormfly is currently. ]
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[ The other day. Because, you know. Paranoia about magical journals.
Stormfly should be around here somewhere...just. Not where Astrid is, currently. ]
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So no vikings, then.
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N-no, just Hiccup. But... You're a Viking too, aren't you?
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Yes, I am. Why?
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[ They haven't made any problems, yet, but. Paranoia. ]
And not all vikings are from Berk.
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