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Post by Chad & Nappy & Dagger on Apr 17, 2012 0:00:37 GMT -5
DATE & TIME : 7/6 WEATHER CONDITIONS : Kind of dull grey. Looks tired. CHARACTERS INVOLVED : Anyone PREVIOUS THREADS ? Nope
Chad grabbed his jacket as he walked out the door of his house. His body hurt. His mind hurt. He was tired all over. But he couldn’t help it. The war had taken a lot out of everybody. Those who hadn’t, well, were they gods? He picked up his feet as much as he could as he walked towards the main hall. He was hoping there was something there that could ‘lift his spirits’ a bit. Nappy was nowhere in sight as the huge dragon had fallen asleep and had been asleep for the past couple days. Dagger had been curled up on Chad’s bed the last Chad saw of the little guy. He knew they were okay, no matter how little he saw of them right now.
When he finally made it to the building, his arms felt like lead as he pulled open the doors. A couple people were inside conversing, but he saw what he wanted. He saw the foamy liquid and headed straight for it. He hadn’t had a drink in who knows how long. But he knew that it tasted good, sometimes, and it would make him sleep easier. Once he grabbed a mug he turned and headed towards a table. His body ached but sat down anyways. He slowly tipped the mug towards his lips and drank. It was a little hot as it went down his throat, the after taste wasn’t that great, but the drink as soon as it was in his mouth was good.
He set down the mug for a bit and leaned against the wall with his hands behind his head. He had picked this table just for that reason. As he sat, he watched and listened to people talk. How they had so much energy he didn’t know. But for the time he would sit back and relax.
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Post by Sven & Hermes on Apr 17, 2012 15:26:49 GMT -5
Sven was thankful that the war was over, but it didn't mean the scars had left him. He had not fought in the war, but it was mentally difficult for the pacifist, non-Viking individual come to terms with the brutality even behind the scenes in the Medic Camp.
He was only in the Grand Hall, because Hermes forced him to be his usual uppity happy self rather than take up room in Hermes' pit cave. Sven wasn't pleased about feeling so exposed in his current state - he was still suffering from the things he had seen... and the thing he had to do.
He made his way to a large barrel of ale, and poured himself a drink. None of the other Vikings seemed to mind - he had frequented the village so much that his presence was of no real threat anymore, he was an outsider, but meant no harm.
Turning to find a place to sit, he saw a free table to the side, out the way. That was just what Sven needed, so he made his way. But as he did so, someone else settled down there. Sven made no reaction. He continued to walk over to the table.
"Mind if I sit here?" He asked, depression evident in his voice. He settled down on the bench opposite Chad, before taking a large gulp of the bittersweet liquid. With a sigh, he laid the mug to rest on the table, staring into the cylinder.
"Wow..." He started, speaking more to himself rather than actually conversing with the Viking across the table. "Man, I'd never thought I'd end up like this again... I'm probably going to regret this later, but egh..." He took another, longer drink from his mug.
Sven then looked at Chad. He wasn't much older than himself, and looked just as tired, though it was clear he had been fighting rather than taking a backseat in the Medical Camp or the makeshift kitchens.
"How about you?" He asked. "Are you holding up alright?"
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Post by Chad & Nappy & Dagger on Apr 17, 2012 20:50:49 GMT -5
 I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.------------------------------------------------------------------Chad looked up when a guy he wouldn’t have known until the start of the war walked up. Though he didn’t really know this guy, he knew his name was Sven and he worked in the Medic Camp. Chad had been in there once just to get his arm, which had been bleeding badly at the time, wrapped up. After that he had gone out to continue fighting. But he had had something to prove. He was the teacher of the Viking-in-trainings. If he didn’t continue fighting they would think that it would be okay to quit in the middle of the war. But no, you had to keep going no matter how tired your arms or legs were. No matter how thirsty or hungry you were. No matter what injuries you sustained. Sure there were ones that had to be checked as soon as you got them, but other than that, you keep going. At least that was how he was raised.
Coming back from his thoughts Chad shook his head once and answered. ”Yeah of course.”
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Post by Kenna & Fenrir on Apr 18, 2012 11:20:31 GMT -5
Kenna had been in Pickle’s house that night. He’d needed company and someone to let Ari in when he came to change the bandages (/stuff inside the eye). Pickle would pull though the loss of his eye, but it still felt odd the thought that she’d never get those ocationally moments of seeing both eyes again.
In the afternoon Kenna decided to go off to the main hall to find out how everyone else was and to get a drink for Pickle when she left. The atmosphere was melancholic but with a positive tint to it, they’d pushed the enemy away and, while they’d still be checking just in case Hysteria had a second wave, it seemed from Baldr’s message to the dragons that there wouldn’t be.
The war wasn’t as bad as it could have been, most people survived, but there were still quite a lot of casualties, hopefully none of them would end up as fatalities. As she was just about to get Pickle’s drink and leave she noticed Sven, sitting with Chad, both looked downtrodden and emotionally drained by the events of the previous day. She smiled at the two of them, they need cheering, and for people them she doubted the other Vikings would be apt for the job.
“Afternoon you two,” she said sitting down next to Sven, “not interrupted anything?”
(OOC: Have it that Kenna turns up after you reply to Chad's question Red)
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Post by Sven & Hermes on Apr 18, 2012 15:49:53 GMT -5
Though Sven didn't really make much eye contact with Chad, he was listening, nodding. Sven wasn't too pleased with the latter half of Chad's answer, with the possibility of a second break-out of war. He had heard the words of the enemy passed through the Dragon's tongue, but if that wasn't the case... Sven didn't know what he would do. The battle may have lasted a morning, but it was more than enough for the Dragonologist.
Sven made no reaction to Chad's hesitant last phrase. It was true that, if it wasn't for Sven and his dragon, the village of Berk would have been completely taken by surprise, and there probably would have been many more casualties, something Sven wouldn't be pleased about.
Sven looked up at the Viking Trainer when he asked him the same thing. He thought about it for a moment - where to begin? "I'm a little bit out of my comfort zone right now. I guess I'm relieved it's over so quickly... I don't think I would've handled it otherwise..." He barely kept himself together in just a morning, an utter disgrace.
Before Sven felt he had to reluctantly explain himself, he heard a familiar voice behind him. Shifting slightly on the bench, his eyes met Kenna. He hadn't really seen her since that traumatising procedure with Pickle Manface the Grim the Third... with an Eyepatch.
"Not really, and I'm okay..." He said out of social protocol, but he didn't really feel like that at all. "How's Pickle?" He thought he should ask that, a little concerned that he didn't mess the man up with infections or worse. Sven internally cursed himself - he shouldn't have asked; he would end up feeling even worse if he found out his operation was badly executed.
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Post by Chad & Nappy & Dagger on Apr 21, 2012 0:29:09 GMT -5
Chad listened to Sven speak. It was true. A lot of people had felt the same way. There was really nothing better they could’ve done. They had a fair amount of warning time, but still. If they had known somehow about it WAY sooner not as many people would’ve been out of their comfort zone. But at least it did end quickly. If it hadn’t, well, Chad didn’t want to really think about it because the effects could have been terrible. Before he really had a chance to say anything back to Sven about him doing a good job in the medic office, he looked up and saw that Kenna had approached and had just asked the same question Chad had moments ago. Chad shrugged his shoulders in answer to the not interrupting part. She really wasn’t. Chad and Sven were just striking up a normal conversation that anyone could come into.
He let Sven talk before saying anything else. Once Sven was done he paused. He thought he had heard something about Pickle from whisperings around town, but he hadn’t really paused to ask anyone. So of course, wanting to find out what happened he leaned forward. His arms crossed as he leaned on the table and looked at the two across from him. ”What exactly happened to him anyhow? I have heard some rumors but each of them are different.” He looked between Sven and Kenna wondering who would tell him. They both looked a little sad at the thought, but Sven just looked like he was miserable. Chad wondered is Sven had been the one to actually do the operation on whatever on Pickle had to be removed. He uncrossed his arms for a moment so that he could take another drink out of his mug. He swirled the drink around as he noticed it was half full. He would have to get up soon again to fill it up.
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Post by Kenna & Fenrir on Apr 21, 2012 18:07:07 GMT -5
She looked at Sven as he said he was okay. He didn’t sound it, though to be fair though he had a right to not be. Kenna had only had watch Pickle’s operation; imagine what he’d had to look at all that previous day.
“Mr Pickles’ holding up well, I’m sort of here to get him a drink, but I’d come to socialise first.” She couldn’t help but smile at what Chad said, “Multiple rumours already? Man this village is good. I don’t think I should give away too much now, I doubt Mr Pickles would be too happy if I accidently destroyed any rumour that he’d prefer to be true. Let’s just say his whole name is required true rather than four fifths of it.” That probably did destroy some rumours anyway, but not ones that would have been destroyed anyway.
“But yeah, you did a good job Sven [regardless of how good or bad it really would have been had that been real]. My Uncle said you did yesterday.” That was true, Ari had seemed in good stead of him, he’d been good at fixing that which was fixing...he also had a knack for picking the hopeless ones but Kenna wasn’t going to quote that.
[This doesn’t need to be directly after Kenna’s comment, just needs to be at some point in your post] Sven asked Kenna about Pickle’s names, “Well, Pickle Manface just comes from a custom that strange names scare the gnomes and trolls,” Noticeably the three people on this table had normal names.
“The grim is just because...well, he’s never exactly been chipper. I’ve never actually found out if ‘the third’ means that there are three grim Manface or just three Mr Pickles, and he’s always loved pointlessly destroying his depth perception.”
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Post by Sven & Hermes on Apr 28, 2012 15:15:07 GMT -5
Sven nodded as Kenna explained her presence. Seemed like everyone wanted a drink nowadays. Sven didn't blame them. He stayed silent as Kenna responded to Chad's question, finishing his beverage. He had drunk the mug remarkably quickly - not neccessarily a good thing, but Sven knew his limits. It wasn't the first time he's drunk alchohol... in excess.
Sven suddenly straightened up at the mention of his name, hearing Kenna's encouraging words Ari. But Sven's facial expression hadn't changed much. He still doubted he had actually done a good job, and was glad he no longer had the responsability on his hands. Even if Sven looked up to Ari with a certain admiration for his skills and morale in the heart of warfare, he still wasn't sure of himself.
He was confused at Kenna's comment about Pickle's name. Four-fifths of his name? What did that mean? Sven asked exactly this question out loud. He listened as Kenna explained. Okay, so Pickle Manface was simply a first name and last name due to an old custom. Sven shurgged at this comment. He didn't believe in mythical creatures, without evidence.
Afterwards it was his Viking title, 'the Grim'. He found that the majority of vikings had titles that suited to their function in the society or their personality. Third, well, his lineage... also somewhat normal. Sven almost laughed at the last part of his name, but because of his recent depression, only the corners of his mouth twitched into a little smile. Looking at the two Vikings at the table, he wondered what their own titles were.
"So, Pickle Manface the Grim the Third with an Eyepatch? All together it sounds really ridiculous, but in reality it's almost a normal name." Sven remarked. "And you, what are your titles? Surely you two have ones as well?" Sven frowned. He didn't have a title of his own... This made him feel slightly alienated, distant from this culture. He didn't belong to any custom or society since he began his career as a Dragonologist. It was a depressing thought.
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Post by Chad & Nappy & Dagger on May 5, 2012 13:26:19 GMT -5
Chad listened as Kenna told him what he actually had expected. His eye had been taken out. It gave a real reason for the patch now though. He looked at Sven who had started to smile slightly but stopped a quarter of the way through. His own smile faltered for a bit. Sven had really gotten shaken up by what he had to do. But of course it had to be for the good of Pickle’s future. If he hadn’t taken the eye out, would it of gotten infected? Worse could’ve happened, but Chad decided not to say this since it could just make Sven feel even more uncomfortable so instead he answered his question.
”Well, my name is still pretty simple. My real name is Chad Weldrun the Fierce. Of course The Fierce got added on a little before I became the Viking-In-Trainings Trainer. Almost everyone I fought in sword battles couldn’t beat me, so the name Fierce. Plus the fact that my face gets set in determination when I fight or am really concentrating.” He stopped there not really wanting to ramble on anymore since that was really all he could think of at the moment. He looked at how Sven’s mug was empty as well as his own. Deciding to be nice, he started getting up. ”I will be right back. Need to go get a refill. You to need one?” He said as he picked up his own mug and looked at the two of them.
He noticed that he felt none of the effects of the drink, but that was normal. His whole family was heavy weights and could take a lot of drink before the effects ever set in. He looked around the room once and saw that the windows were open which gave the room the cold chill. He had on warm clothes so he hardly felt it, but what caught his eye was not the window but a little grey and orange streak as it flew in. He barely had any time to react before Dagger was curled on his shoulders. He shook his head at the little dragon who glared at Sven and Kenna. He wouldn’t attack, but the little guy had woken up and had not seen Chad anywhere around so he had followed his humans scent which lead him straight here. The Terror noticed there were no children around so his gaze softened as he relaxed. No tiny hands could pull on his wings or tail which he was happy about.
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Post by Kenna & Fenrir on May 6, 2012 12:12:14 GMT -5
“Erm...” Kenna tried to think, “I got a suffix but I can’t remember for the life of me what it was, no one’s used it since I was like seventeen. I’ve just had Kenna Sigmundr as my full name really. More people can get away with no suffix nowadays.” She started to think as Chad replied about his name, what was it? Obviously something unmemorable. The dependent? The helpful? She’d have to ask Ari if he remembered.
“No thanks Chad, I’m still only half through this one,” She was a good drinker, but she’d been busy talking so she hadn’t gotten through it yet. “Don’t worry about the whole name thing,” she said to Sven when Chad had left the table, “most people just have one suffix if that. It’s only in families like Pickles’ that you get names like his, I mean look at Chad and I, neither of our parents gave us dodgy names like Hiccup, Stoick of Pickle.
Kenna looked over at Chad, his Terror, Dagger, had appeared on Chad’s shoulder. She thought about her Terror, wondering where he was. She assumed he was who was asleep right now, but she couldn’t know that for sure. Knowing him he was hiding outside right now to pounce on her since she hasn’t had any time for him being with the terror hater for the past day.
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Post by Sven & Hermes on May 6, 2012 16:28:11 GMT -5
Sven acknowledged Chad's name, responding with a nod. Sven made a motion with his mug, inciting acceptance of Chad's proposal of a refill. He briefly glanced at Kenna, who refused. Sven hadn't been too much affected by the alchohol yet, his past experiences of spending countless hours of moping and grieving helping gain tolerance against the substance. He knew he would be doing the same in the next few days... or more.
Kenna began to explain her own suffix. Not every Viking had a title they were devoted to, then. Sven shrugged at the matter. He still didn't belong here, title or none. His green eyes slowly started to a grey and orange Terrible Terror that settled itself on Chad's shoulder. It was an intriguing color - one that Sven hadn't get seen. Most were often greens or browns. But for once, Sven was disinterested. He didn't subconsciously reach for his notebook like he always did to scribble information into the closely-guarded book.
Chad returned with his drink. He took it gingerly, giving thanks with a forced smile. The talk about Pickle made him a little uneasy, making him gulp down several mouthfuls of liquid, unaring whether the two at his company would be concerned about his actions. Sven knew very well that drinking quickly would make the effects potent - it was what he wanted. He would have to go through several more mugs before he was really drunk, though.
"Nice dragon." He finally said, replacing the half-empty mug on the table.
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Post by Chad & Nappy & Dagger on May 13, 2012 17:11:34 GMT -5
Chad nodded to Kenna and picked up Sven's mug. He turned and walked over to the containers that held the drink. He took his time filling up the mugs since when he walked over and turned and looked back, it seemed that both of the two were in deep conversation. As he filled up his mug he continued to look around. A couple more people had walked inside as their conversation was going on through the night. Once his cup was full he started filling up Sven's. A couple minutes passed and when both cups were completely filled he started walking back. He noticed his table was silent which meant the previous conversation was over.
Chad placed the cup in front of Sven and slid back into his spot on the opposite side of the table. He watched as Sven took a couple hugs mouthfuls of his drinking and Chad raised his eyebrows but said nothing. He picked up his mug and took a swig. When he heard Sven comment on his dragon, he nodded and with a small smile scratched Dagger's chin. The Terror gave a small purr of happiness. "Thanks. His names Dagger. Found him in the woods being picked on by other Terrors. He's been stuck with me since."
It was then that Dagger walked off of Chad's shoulders and on too the table. His orange eyes darted to Kenna and Sven. But instead of walking towards the window like Chad thought he would, he walked towards Kenna. His head twisted side to side as e studied her. After a couple seconds he walked to her hand and pushed it with his head. Finding nothing interesting he did the same to Sven but instead of going back to Chad curled up in the middle of the table and watched Sven with interest.
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Post by Kenna & Fenrir on May 23, 2012 14:43:54 GMT -5
He didn’t care about Dagger…a strange dragon like Dagger should be something Sven would have at least slight interest in. Kenna mind finally clicked on what Sven was like right now, she watched as he drank too quickly for her liking. She drank a bit, knew her limit, and knew that speed was not a good speed for drinking unless you wanted to get drunk.
“You sure you’re alright Sven?” Kenna asked as she absentmindedly stroked the curled up Terrible Terror, “you seem off today; usually you’d have more interest in a dragon than they’d have of you.”
“Hey! There’s Dagger,” Kenna turned at the child’s voice that had pipped up after Sven had replied (adding this cause couldn’t think of anything else…sorry Dags) and saw two girls who’d come into the hall and were looking at the dragon between the three of them. The two of them ran towards the table which made Kenna smile. No matter what happened, children would be children, looking for fun things and playing around. Of course it helped that they’d been shielded entirely by being put into places where they’d be safe.
Kenna knew she’d have to go back soon, but she wanted to keep talking to sven for a bit longer, try and help him if she could.
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Post by Sven & Hermes on May 28, 2012 10:13:53 GMT -5
Sven nodded in acknowledgement at Chad's remark. It appeared Terrible Terrors and other social dragons who found themselves at the bottom of the pecking order managed to find security within the eembrace of the Vikings. Sven made no move to write this down either.
Kenna was smart, though. He knew this well from how quickly she picked up Dragonese. She was onto him wheb he asked if he was ok. "I'm fine." He lied. He knew Kenna would probably see through that too. With that thought, he shrugged. "I guess I'm not feeling particularly productive today." Alright, that was a lie, but it had some truth. Sven had zero motivation for his career after the disturbing events that took place.
Some children approached to the table, calling for the Terror on Chad's shoulders. Maybe that would distract the others from his little 'problem'. Kenna's face looked determined, though. Sven took anoter swig, and sighed, the pressure of her gaze somewhat giving in.
"Okay, alright, I have issues. I'll be fine though, Kenna. I just need a little time, and I'll be back to myself." He reassured. He really didn't want help. "It's not like I haven't felt like this before..." He added under his breath, hoping it was inaudible.
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Post by Chad & Nappy & Dagger on Jun 5, 2012 15:12:36 GMT -5
Chad just sat and watched the conversation that was unfolding between the two. Since he hardly knew either of them he felt it wise to not butt in on their conversation. He looked around the room for a moment and saw two children enter the room and instantly spot out Dagger. It wasn’t that hard given the contrast of his colors against the wood of the table. Hearing the two children call his name, Dagger’s eyes narrowed into slits and he hissed before jumping onto Chad’s shoulders. The tiny hands couldn’t reach him from here, but just to get the added security, he climbed up onto Chad’s head.
Chad had been perfectly fine with the shoulders, but the head was a bit much. He smiled when Dagger protested against Chad when his hands went up to pluck the Terror from upon his head. Knowing fighting against him was worthless, he allowed himself to be picked up. Chad held him in his arms for a bit as he turned to the kids. ”Hey there. Any other day I would let you guys mess with him, but today he’s feeling especially grouchy. Best not so you two don’t get burnt.” He saw their faces fall sadly from happy smiles to frowns. It was better for them though. Chad knew the state Dagger was in, and children would make him lose a little fire.
Once the children walked away, Chad placed him back in the center of the table. He hissed slightly at Chad before turning his body so he could watch the children and make sure they didn’t walk back up to him. His eyes in slits he studied them. With that under hand, Chad turned back to the conversation just in time to hear an inaudible sentence from Sven. He couldn’t hear it because he was across the table, but he wondered if Kenna could.
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