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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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[ Ghosts. Okay then. ]
So besides time loops that make no sense, magic-sciencey people called the Malnosso who experiment on people, ghosts, forced fighting, and being trapped, what am I missing?
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[But, that's as good a segue as any to explain the whole 'multiple worlds' thing.]
Everyone here is just as trapped as we are, but they're not all like us. You probably already figured that out, but...everyone here is from different worlds. Like - not anywhere in the same world as Berk.
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...Other worlds. [ Well, it had been...mentioned. But. Okay. She can handle this; she's a viking, she can handle this! Although those two things seem way too unrelated right now. ]
The dragons that are here - is Stormfly...?
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N-no, but that doesn't mean she won't show up here. Creatures usually don't until the people they belong to do. Toothless showed up a few days after I did.
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[ Belated, because distracted, but wow seriously Hiccup? That's what you named a dragon? ]
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[Yeah. "Her".]
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[ Really, Hiccup?
But Astrid does nod. ] Yeah. Is she...wherever you're staying at?
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[And he sticks a hand in the pocket of his coat, pulling out a small red and white ball.]
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Did you make up an imaginary friend or something? ]
...It's a ball. [ How...nice? ]
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[Right. That was probably...not the most effective way to introduce that. He presses the button on the front of the ball so it expands in his hand before speaking a command and throwing the ball on the ground.]
Come on out, Kyle!
[And when the ball hits the ground, a small dragon-like creature appears in a red light.]
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lakrjlskjtawt what just happened? You know, when things appear out of nowhere, it makes Astrid anxious. Hiccup's lucky he's...himself, although the hatchet is at the ready before she forces herself to relax. ]
I thought you said you didn't learn magic!
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[Hyle, in the meantime, peers curiously at this newcomer who seems to know Hiccup. She gives Astrid an appraising look, chattering a bit as she does so.]
Astrid, this is Kyle. Kyle, Astrid.
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[ But. Okay. This is still going better than the last time he tried to introduce her to a dragon, since Astrid is actually...willingly standing there, and will crouch down to get on level with Kyle. ]
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Right. Sorry about that. But...unexpected things? Might as well get used to it. They happen all the time around here.
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Astrid holds out a hand for Kyle. It is even the hand without the hatchet! How nice. ]
That's hardly an excuse for you to add to it. [ BLUSTER BLUSTER. But okay. ] ...Hi, Kyle. [ Sorry about your name. ]
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[Kyle chatters in happy response, reaching out one of her short arms for a Poke-handshake.]
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[ She already knew that. Hi, Kyle, shaking your little pokemon hand now. She...really doesn't look like any of the dragons back home in an exact way, huh? ]
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At least Kyle seems to approve of her. You pick good friends, Hiccup.]
Looks like you've made a good impression, though. Should we...keep moving?
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Astrid stands back up, nodding. ]
Sure. Unless we want to be out here when it gets dark, which is less fun than it sounds.
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Noooo thanks. After we find your stuff, you'll, uh. Need to stay somewhere.
[Oh.
Well, this is awkward.]
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Okay? Where are you staying, anyway? I assume somewhere Toothless-friendly.
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[And he's positive they would be okay with him inviting Astrid to live with them. But. Would that really be a good idea? He lacks any and all comprehension in this field.]
There's a yard for him, and a shed, but he spends most of his time on the roof.
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[ Or does she like, go and build something? 8|a ]
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[But! They weren't as radically different as some people he's met here.]
You can actually pick anywhere to live that's open. I think there's a list of what's free in the Welcome Center.
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[ Although maybe he wouldn't have, since this is Hiccup and conversations are not always his forte. ]
There's a Welcome Center? That bodes well. [ sarcasm. ]
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