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[ 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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It comes back to you?
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[It doesn't work like the boomerangs that a certain pointy eared elf boy uses.]
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[ Faintly amused. She's about 54% certain Hiccup wouldn't be working for an evil mastermind.
...Which isn't very sure. ]
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In terms of favours, I'm good with physical labor. And weapons.
[ ...that's really her entire skillset. VIKING. ]
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[ Like. Are you sure about that? 8|a You seem pretty viking-like by her standards, so far. ]
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[You can see where this might be an issue.]
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Hiccup's...Hiccup. He's good with dragons. And making things.
[ Not so hot with the fighting. ]
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Yup.
[He may in fact be prone to giving Hiccup a hard time. And he's trying very hard not to at this moment.]
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He's pretty much the only viking of his kind. [ She's not saying that's a bad thing - he did stop the whole dragon war - but yeah. She's not so good with the making things aspect. ]
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More or less, yeah.
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[ now they just have a viking problem!
Best choice of places to live ever right. ]
You sound like you'd fit right in, really.
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[Basically the coolest armor in the world, not gonna lie.]
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You have a boat? [ Water Tribe design means very little to her, but it sounds like it would be viking-esque. ] Our helmets normally have horns. I don't actually wear one.
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[Yeha. He's proud of it.]
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