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Post by Baldr the Bonkers on Apr 6, 2013 12:52:33 GMT -5
DATE & TIME : 22nd August, dusk
WEATHER CONDITIONS : Dark and raining
CHARACTERS INVOLVED : Baldr, Ulrika
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Baldr’s deadline was nearly up, and other than the stray wild dragon attack, nothing had happened to warrant Crabapple’s views. With that being the case, Baldr had already asked Theraputix to send a message to berk about the girl and tell them they were going to bring her over in trade. He’d also sent orders to get a ship ready for that purpose.
He then decided to tell Ulrika what was going to happen, and went to the hut she was being looked after in with the food she was to be given for her supper. Someone had to. He politely knocked before entering and slowly walking over to her. “We are sailing to Berk tomorrow to take you home and talk with your leader.”[/color]
He then placed the food in front of her then untied her enough so she could eat (though not enough for her to escape). He sat down on the edge of the hut and watched her. As the girl eat (slash whatever you decide for her to do and whatever Baldr’s reactions to them are) he thought about the girl’s dragon again.
He did find the fact interesting, though not surprising. Night Furies had a habit of picking apparently unsuitable partners. “What’s your dragon like?” he finally asked, “Just curious.”[/color]
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Post by Ulrika on Apr 6, 2013 16:57:04 GMT -5
Ulrika was asleep. She'd been working like a dog for the most part of a week now, and her broken ribs definitely didn't make the job any easier. Her annoyingly small bow got confiscated after a little commotion, so she was also deathly bored.
She didn't react straight away as the door knocked and then opened, revealing the Chief of Hysteria once again. She groaned and moved her head groggily as she caught what he said. Ulrika tiredly looked up at him, tired to show emotion right now.
"...I'm going home?" She said quietly. At that time she didn't believe him at first. Baldr untied her slightly so she could move to eat independantly, though she still coudln't escape. Either way she was tired. And hungry, quickly realising the fact now from the hard toil of the day. She moved her aching arms to eat the meal. "I'm a prisoner though." She added with her mouth full.
She quickly wolfed down the meal, and was licking the remnants off her fingers when Baldr asked her about her dragon. She stopped and looked up, a lot perkier now with food in her stomach. "Timber?" She repeated, wiping her hands on a mixture of her bindings and jacket. "She's ok, I guess. She keeps hitting me with her wing though sometimes. I don't know why. She's also scared of everything, its annoying... And she's ugly! She's not as cool like Hermes or Fireworm or something..." She trailed off... There were so many cool dragons the other vikings had on berk. She liked the Night Fury's aerial abilities and Timber had proven her worth with the attack on Hysteria, but she still found the aesthetics of the Night Fury undesireable.
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Post by Baldr the Bonkers on Apr 7, 2013 8:45:24 GMT -5
“Yeah,”[/b] Baldr replied to her question and watched as she gobbled down her food, “but you guys have a prisoner of ours so we’re going to trade you for him. Also I need to speak with your chief about some things.”[/b]
She seemed to rather like the idea of talking about her dragon when Baldr brought it up, and then got into her talk about the Night Fury. She seemed to like the dragon, but not be too attached to it. Baldr found that interesting, he’d have thought a girl like her would love owning a Night Fury. It wasn’t like she had his kind of character.
He smiled at the comment about the dragon’s aesthetics; he knew what she meant by that, though he would never have voiced a thought like that when he was her age. “Well, they are creatures of stealth, how you look doesn’t really matter when you’re firing from the dark.”[/b]
The side that had been trained by Scratchet sort of perked up in him then. “Well, that’s Night Furies for you; I never found them particularly good when you compare them to certain other dragons I’ve met. A Night Fury is nowhere near as cool or scary as any of them.” He made sure his smile was not visible, he wanted to see how attached she was to her dragon.
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Post by Ulrika on Apr 13, 2013 16:29:00 GMT -5
"Stiiiill," She said, half whining. "It's all good to be awesome, but you have to look the part otherwise it's kinda stupid and you're missing the point of the whole, being-awesome thing." She tried to explain. The chief then spoke about how Night Furies weren't the only scary dragon out that. Ulrika's eyes widened in comprehension.
"Oh yeah!" Ulrika agreed, nodding her head in full agreement. She tried to think back to the scariest dragon encounter she had, in which post reflection definitely reeked of cool. She went a little pale at a certain memory before grinning, ready to boast of her awesome survival against such a beast.
"We, uhh.. I was on Dragon Island, right, 'cause we, I mean I wanted to go see where Hiccup the Dragon Trainer had his great battle with the Seadragonono-thingy. So we were like looking around and stuff and I look in some caves and eventually we hear this really weiird, quiet noise. So I was like what the heck and kept going on and the quiet hissing thing got louder and louder... And the BOOM! This huge Whispering Death burst out the wall to try eat us so we had to run away but we got lost and stuff and it was dark and cold and I had no idea where it was going to come from next..." She gulped for air and looked up to Baldr as if expecting sympathy. "It was horrible...."
Forgetting the brief history of Hysteria given by Fyklir a few days ago, the last part of Baldr's words finally sunk in. "How'd you meet a Night Fury and still be alive since you kill dragons and stuff and they want to kill you guys too... Cause you know killing dragons is really, really wrong." She asked, tilting her head and speaking in a slightly accusing tone.
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Post by Baldr the Bonkers on Apr 15, 2013 9:59:37 GMT -5
He smiled slightly when she whined about the lack of awesome factor of a Night Fury out of combat. She was definitely an oddball. Baldr couldn’t think of anyone from his childhood who held that kind of view about them.
He retained that smile when she started talking about her time on Dragon Island. He hadn’t actually been there in his life yet. Never an opertunity in childhood and never a reason in adulthood. He noticed that she kept using we, I wonder if her friend is like her, Baldr thought to himself.
She then got to when the Whispering Death appeared in the story. The smile left his face, partly because he knew it should and partly because he knew they weren’t something a teenager, or child, should face off alone. That would probably contend with his experience.
“We weren’t always as against dragons as we are now. When I was a little younger than you we liked dragons. It’s how I know dragonese and why my son does too.”[/b] He did know about Fyklir’s attempts after all. “We were wacky with dragons, I somehow doubt your island, or originator of dragon loving, is anywhere near what we were like when it came to dragon loving.”[/b]
“I do remember the scariest creature I ever met,”[/b] he paused for drama, “Do you wish to hear about what happened when I met a Doomfang?”[/b]
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Post by Ulrika on Apr 27, 2013 17:58:40 GMT -5
”I think it's stupid of you to stop liking dragons,” Ulrika replied to the chief. ”They're really cool and useful and breathe fire and stuff. You should like dragons again.” Baldr attempted to contend with the Berkites on the terms of their amability with dragons.
”No way!” Ulrika said, suddenly upping the volume in her voice defensively. ”Theres no way you crazy people like dragons more than we do! Us Berkites are the best! So there! If you loved dragons more than us then why kill 'em!” She shouted at him. ”We're so much better that you, we-”
Ulrika could say no more as she was cut short on her rant by the Chief. She pouted as he spoke over her, exerting his authority. Put in her place, she frowned as he went tempted her with a story of his own. Ulrika did like stories...
”A Doomfang?” She repeated, before tilting her head and frowning. ”Never heard of it.” Ulrika wasn't fond of books, and at most had given a brief skim through the Book of Dragons. Being illiterate, it proved no interest to her and found no delight in the pictures, as they weren't the real living, breathing beasts that roamed the island in multitude.
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Post by Baldr the Bonkers on Apr 29, 2013 15:47:59 GMT -5
Once he had her full attention, he started his narrative. “The Doomfang of the wrath of Thor was a beast that lived in the waters near us during the long winter in my childhood. You know of the creature that was fought by your island’s hero Hiccup?”[/color]
He sat through her reply before continuing, “Well, these creatures are atleast the size of the red death, probably much greater in size. It was a very serpentine creature that took up nearly all of the frozen sea between us and Villainy.”[/color] When he said that, he made a sweeping motion in the direction he knew the channel was.
“We didn’t know it was there though at the time. It had gotten there before the winter had come and stayed dormant under the ice until it was disturbed. I was a little boy at the time, and had gone out to play on the ice, as it was thick enough to support my weight fine.”[/color] He was fiddling with the truth a bit slightly, but more for artistic licence than anything else.
“I don’t know what set it off, whether it us playing above it or something was happening under the ice I never found out about…or it was gonna wake up then anyway, but while I was out there that day at one point I looked down and saw and eye that was larger than me right under me.”[/color]
He took a slight pause and the transfixed girl asked what he did, “I tried talking with it, I know that sounds strange, but when you’re a ten year old kid on your own in the middle of the ice and you know you’re not going to run or fight it off, you try to talk your way out of it.” He grinned at her then.
“I appeased the dragon for a short time as I slowly came to realise the shere magnitude of what was right under me, but as our conversation went on I came to realise this creature was not going to act in a way that would let me live. The I shot forward and the Doomfang burst from the ice. The force on the ice caused cracks to over the entire channel,” he motioned his hands apart.
“If I had been close to the dragon I would have been flung into the water and almost certainly drowned, but as it was I was merely sent tumbling to my hands and knees. Now feeling terror seep into me, I looked up at the dragon. It’s size was immeasurable, with a mouth large enough to eat a ship whole and a body darker than night itself.” He was enjoying himself. “It turned to me, and was about to do something to me when a Night Fury from the village flew in.”[/color]
He knew the Viking girl would not have been expecting that, so he kept it up, “While the Doomfang was stronger, and the ‘flames’ that he breathed were that of a frozen flame, the Night Fury was still fast enough to dodge the beast. The movements that the doomfang were making as the fight went on though make the sea’s wave stronger and they started to break the ice. I realised I was in a precarious position so I started to run back to the shore. I was unlucky though and some of the ice gave way underneath me. As I fell into the water the last thing I saw of the battle were the two about two fire both their respective blue flames at each other…”[/color]
Baldr gave a break, partly because it fitted the moment and partly because he did feel like he personally should pause. “The adults of the village had seen the Doomfang irrupt from the sea and me fall in, they got out there just in time to save me from drowning and freezing. As I was brought to a time afterwards, the I saw the Night Fury injured near me…and the Doomfang…was gone. Because while there are beast on the land and dragons in the air, in the seas there be monsters.”[/color]
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Post by Ulrika on May 10, 2013 14:55:58 GMT -5
”'Course,” Ulrika replied, having been to dragon island, she had seen the monolithic bones that rose from the ground of the Seadragonus Giganticus Maximus that still remained, even after all these years. Baldr then mentioned the Doomfang and his story, and Ulrika went quiet and fidgeted less as he described the size of the beast. She remained quiet as he started recounting his tale, setting the scene.
She gasped slightly at the size of the eye, imagining how big it must have been. The biggest dragons she had ever seen were western dragons only... ”What did you do?” She asked, wondering how on earth a dragon of that size could possibly exist.
She listened eagerly to the Chief's story, imagining what it must be like in his boots in such a situation. She was used to escaping dragons, but one this big, on the sea, that could have gobbled him up in one snap of it's jaws... Ulrika was legitimely awed.
Baldr finally described the beast to a fuller extent and it sent shivers down her spine, the rain pattering on the roof of the hut adding sound effects to the story. A storm was building outside. But then a Night Fury had entered the scene to quell the beast, and that stunned Ulrika, just as Baldr had imagined.
”How could a Night Fury beat such a thing?!” She asked, forgetting the tales of Hiccup from the past. He continued to describe the battle between the small night fury against the huge dark Doomfang. It sounded like a terrifying creature to behold. Ulrika was slowly starting not to want to see this dragon, a first for her. She gasped again as she was told that he fell into the water. She knew that falling into icy water was fatal, even without Doomfang-infested waters.
Baldr gave a pause to insist on the severity of the situation. It definitely was a terrifying incident with a dragon, worse that her own experience with the Whispering Death, though as a story the realism didn't quite hit home. It was still a thriling and terrifying enough story for the little girl. He concluded his story. There was a another pause as Ulrika took in what had happened.
There was a flash outside, lighting the inside of the hut slightly through cracks in the small building, and quickly enough a large ominous BOOM that made Ulrika jump in fright, well, jump as much as she could whilst still bound tight.
She looked back up to Baldr in the fading light. ”Did the Night Fury kill the Doomfang?” She asked quietly.
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Post by Baldr the Bonkers on May 21, 2013 16:00:31 GMT -5
He held back the smile when she asked the question. He did like her, even with her eccentricities and unintelligent vigour. “The adults never told me,” he lied, “but given that there was never a body found in the Wraith of Thor, it’s unlikely that he lost.”
He gave a pause for things to sink in (/Ulrika to ask anything else and be responded to or make comments) and then the Hysterian leader stood up. “I had better go now, I won’t be surprised if they’re wondering where I’ve gone.” He proceeded to return her to her normal constraints.
He turned away and moved to the door (again responses to whatever you have happen will be written when I post). When he opened the door he turned back to the tied up girl who was looking at him. He did wonder what her life was like on berk, what Ashaere’s life was like on berk. How was she going to respond when they arrive? When she finds out what he’d done for her. Would he be able to get her forgiveness?
“Good night, Ulrika. Tomorrow we sail for your home.” He slowly closed the door and started walking. He didn’t mind if he didn’t get her forgiveness…all he really wanted was her to at least give him the chance to apologize, even if the ears that hear them are deaf.
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