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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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She would never believe in Suave Hiccup. ]
Are we far from - wherever?
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No, it's just a bit further. Look - [He points out over the trees, where tall apartment buildings are now visible.] Those are some of the buildings where people live here. There's houses, too.
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...Those are some tall buildings my word. ] That...
...looks different?
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[Astute observational skills, this one.]
Just wait until you see the Battle Dome.
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Battle Dome?
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It's this place where people go to train and fight and get stronger. It's...kind of something you have to see to believe, but you can fight almost anything you can think of there.
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Can we go there?
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Well, sure, but - I mean, don't you think you should get settled in a bit first? Find your clothes? Weapons? Food? Such essentials?
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Although he has. Several points... ]
Okay, so let's get through all of that as fast as we can, then!
[ Aaand we're walking faster. Keep up! ]
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Errr...well, I guess there's nothing wrong with that.
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Oh. Unless you had something else to do, I guess. [ ...Actually, did he? She has no idea what he'd been up to when she'd gotten here. ]
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[Oh, and he was doing so well there for awhile.]
Uhh--s-so yeah, we'll just get you your stuff aaaand we can zip right over there!
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You do know it's okay if you had something else to do, right?
[ Well, depending on whatever it was he's fretting about right now, at least. ]
But yeah, sounds great.
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[He attempts for a genuine smile. It's successful!]
It's really not so bad here, once you get used to it.
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[ She's...assuming. Otherwise how would they know they were stuck?
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So who else works at the smithy with you?
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There's a few people. Mainly Sokka and Winry and Raven. We're all about the same age.
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I only spoke to Sokka. About boomerangs, actually?
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Heeee does love his boomerang. He's a pretty cool guy, though. He comes from a tribe that's sort of viking-ish, too. Ice and warriors and boats and such.
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[ there are weapons she doesn't know here. It's like a holiday of prospective training and lessons! ]
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[ Hiccup knows her so well. Obviously Astrid will be hanging out at the place with the most weapons. When she isn't hanging out at the Battle Dome, at least. ]
Have you been doing any weapons training? [ She's pretty certain the answer will be no, but hey. ]
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Actually? I have. I've been learning how to use a bow.
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Seriously? [ There was a slight pause in her walking, but nope, still going. ] Okay, you can demonstrate that before the Battle Dome thing.
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