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Post by Sven & Hermes on Jan 19, 2013 19:30:25 GMT -5
Sven smiled as Wycliffe finally introduced himself, and he watched as he gazed upon the forest nearby with a sort of wonder, before snapping out of it at the sound of Venny's voice. He quickly denied Sven the name, modestly wishing him to be named something else, as it was more to his custom, of which Sven wasn't completely familiar with.
But the Dragonologist didn't want to disrespect the guy's wishes, he was too wary of foreign people's sometimes strange ways, but the names he managed to get a grasp of in Wycliffe's words (I'm guessing he's just talking at his normal speed so it's a little hard for Sven to completely understand). Thouhg Skald may have been an appropriate name to choose for the Dragonologist, he couldn't help but feel it too formal and distant, when he was trying to make a new acquaintance.
<<"I don't like those names much. I want to call you 'Friend'.">> Sven didn't quite get why Wycliffe was suddenly acting very embarassed about something recently happened. Sven also watched Venny and Camo slowly take the boat away. He hoped they wouldn't damage the boat on the way to the port, it might not be seen in a good light otherwise.
"Well," Sven then started, turning to Wycliffe. "Welcome to Berk."
[[OOC: I'll translate all that stoof later XD I don't know where this RP is going so it's up to you if you want to make Wycliffe go all the way to the village or something, idk XD]]
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Post by Venny and Camo on Jan 19, 2013 20:31:12 GMT -5
Venny turned a page from her book, onward to the blueprint of cages. She looked up from the pages to watch Wycliffe get off the boat and onto the sandy beach, of course it was foggy from up in the air but it was still manageable to see through it. The girl listened to the question that was filled with an unknown accent, her expression turned into confusion as she tried to understand him. She guessed he was asking for their names, Venny gently closed her booklet.
"I'm Venny," Venny answered as she leaned back to make sure her reply got through. "And this is Camo," the rider added as she gestured to Camo. The Changewing gave a nod to his name. "And that walking thing is up to you, I prefer dragon," Venny stated smugly. She turned her attention to the boat, Venny might as well take it away to the harbor.
Venny leaned back again to speak to the stranger again, "Welcome to Berk too," she said simply as she had Camo gentle fly across the water. The boat slowly followed the duo, Camo nodded at Wycliffe as a friendly farewell for now and went on with their errand of taking the boat away. Hopefully without messing anything up.
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Post by Jovic and Little Wildfire on Jan 19, 2013 23:40:54 GMT -5
Jovic peered out of the fog from a small gathering of trees; he had been hearing the voices of people young and old, male and female, in a language (or perhaps multiple languages) he did not recognize. When he got closer, out of the cover of the fog and the trees, he actually made out the language of his small dragon friend, who was currently perched on his right shoulder.
He slowly approached the gathering of people and dragons with both hands on the straps to his pack and head slightly down, making his hat obscure his eyes. This was a great risk he knew, but Jovic hadn't been in his own land for years and this was the only way he found to approach people he didn't understand. It hadn't failed before, not often anyway.
He decided to speak to the dragons, who somehow seemed subservient in this strange land. Raising his head as to show his face and holding his open hands out to the side, he addresses mainly the dragon with the female rider."I come before you as a friend but a stranger to these lands. My name is Jovic and my friend's name is Wildfire." Jovic motioned to Little Wildfire.
The small dragon appraised the situation all at once, because he wasn't paying attention until just now. He decided it would be rude not to respond but failed to realize his response could easily be seen as rude. "Charmed." He was both tired and irritable.
Jovic, waiting for a response, got a close look at each of the people, just in case the situation did turn south.
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Post by Wycliffe Kilkenny on Jan 21, 2013 2:00:34 GMT -5
<<Thirit.>> Friend. A comforting sound to hear, especially after so long. Now that Wycliffe was nearer to the dragonologist, he could see that there was something... familiar, about him. Foreign, certainly, but something which seemed not as foreign as the others, here. Something which reminded him oddly of home, and yet... not home.
But there was little time to dwell on the ramifications of friendship. Rather, it was time for awe, for wonder and amazement in a new land. It was also a time for shock, surprise, and a good deal of confusion when another figure appeared on the shore, this one bearing very little relationship, almost, to the human race.
Such strange clothing, the figure evoked beyond that a sort of misty, strange feel, almost as if he were a spirit. But by this point, he was beyond understanding, and just figured that life was... different, here. Perhaps it was just a sign to him from the Hunter, perhaps not. But it was certainly unexpected. Wycliffe turned to Sven, arching an eyebrow. "Thirit?" he asked, simply.
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Post by Sven & Hermes on Jan 26, 2013 13:30:09 GMT -5
Sven smiled at the acceptance of the proposed name instead. He was beginning to really like this guy, and couldn't wait to show him the wonders of this island, let alone the abundance of dragons that lived here.
It was Wycliffe who noticed the new figure first, then Hermes who gave a sharp cluck in the background and came trotting back with a hastened gait. As Sven turned to see the mysterious man, the new person began to speak out, more towards the Changewing pulling the boat, in dragonese. He wore a strange conical hat that was unknown to these lands, but known to Sven, and immediately knew from which regions this man was from: the Far East. He introduced himself and his dragon, which Sven noticed quickly afterwards perched on his shoulder. Eastern Dragons weren't very common at all on this side of the Earth, unless Sven noted resemblances to Knuckers, but they still had wings, if not mostly vestigial ones.
"Hail, we mean you no harm, for we are strangers too, though I have been on this island for a while. My name is Sven,"[/i][/color] He paused as he saw Hermes come gallavanting before them, blocking off his view of the newcomer.
"I'm Hermes. This is *my* human." Said the Ambassador, butting in hotly. With this mass of newcomers to the island, who were all very unviking and new to Hermes, she was feeling very protective of Sven right now, even though so far none of them had poised as a threat. In respect that she had learnt along the way in her travels, she bowed her head to Jovic. At least this guy could speak Dragonese, and had a funny little dragon beside him.
Wycliffe piped up, asking Sven if this man was a friend. Sven had never seen the man before, but from his words, it was clear he meant no harm, as much as they meant no harm to Jovic. "Yes, though not from here." He said simply in common speech. "Thorihlshken."
He moved around Hermes so he was beside her neck. "Welcome to Berk."[/i][/color]
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Post by Venny and Camo on Jan 26, 2013 20:28:23 GMT -5
Camo jumped at the random greeting, surprising Venny as he did so. She looked out to see some more strangers, Berk must be the new tourist attraction. She barely heard them but heard enough, she blinked and was about to greet them back before Camo introduced himself first. "Oh boy, more foreigners, and with a dragon no doubt. Camo," he said simply. "Um, hi there Jovic, I'm Venny, the dragon's Camo." She adjusted her helmet and looked back at the boat that was drifting along with them, if she kept getting distracted they'll never get to the harbor.
"You're going to have to excuse me, Mister Jovic, I got a deliver to get to the harbor," Venny explained as she gestured to Wycliffe's boat behind her and the Changewing. The viking turned her attention to Wycliffe and Sven, "Hey! I'm going now! We'll make sure the boat gets to Berk safely! If it's broken it wasn't usss~!" Camo and her began to flying toward the harbor while Venny stretched the word 'us' in a childish manner. She waved at Little Wildfire as well as Jovic, as a saying of see you at Berk.
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Post by Jovic and Little Wildfire on Jan 27, 2013 3:02:45 GMT -5
Looking around the girl and dragon Jovic saw the boat they were towing and stepped aside after nodding in respectful acceptance of the introductions. Each response he's gotten so far was fairly curt, save Sven's and perhaps Camo's. More people that spoke the dragon tongue, this was a welcome surprise. Leaning against a rock at the shore Jovic appraised the situation, but these people were about as alien to him as they seemed to be to one another. He apparently missed something and could not really get a hold on the situation.
He spoke to the man that spoke dragonese, he seemed to have and take the time to be courteous even under the stress he seemed to be resisting. "So what was going on here? You all don't necessarily seem like companions." He looked primarily at the blanketed and stench-ridden man. His stench only intensified by his wetness: like stale, wet mule. His look, though, was not one of disgust, but one of genuine curiosity in spite of the gut-wrenching putrescence emanating from his person. Jovic legitimately had a concern about leprosy or some other potentially contagious rotting disease, but he was primarily curious.
Caught by surprise by the blanketed man's stench, Little Wildfire was brought to attention and heaved in reflex, jumping off of Jovic's shoulder and crawling into his already stuffed pack. "Where is that smell coming from?! Jovic, make it stop, run away, do SOMETHING!" They were both unused to the smell of westerners, much less this particular man's smell.
Jovic disregarded his dragon friend and took a moment to soak in the situation: a dragon being used for manual labor by a little girl, an awfully malodorous man in an odd blanket, and a mystery man that speaks at least three languages that has an overprotective mother-of-a dragon. What's the fun in getting stranded somewhere familiar anyway? Excitement built under his calm and cool exterior.
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Post by Wycliffe Kilkenny on Jan 30, 2013 22:38:41 GMT -5
Wycliffe was surprised at the notice of an Easterner about. He didn't know how much farther east one could go, once the land started. It was a place which he had only visited unwillingly, at first, but he still found the coastline comforting, despite his lack of love for the waves.
Not hearing any of the conversation, or rather, not understanding anything except for the bits in his own tongue, Wycliffe turned to the newcomer and exclaimed, "Hey, Sun-born-man! Vhy for is not to the speaking?"[/b] And, with a wrinkled nose, he turned back to Sven, "And vhy for is to the spitting at him? Is not to the nicing, I think."
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Wycliffe definitely preferred his own methods of communcation, his own opportunities to speak in a familiar tongue, rather than resorting to these... non-verbal communications. It sounded more like a bestial roar than anything else, hardly welcoming. And yet, it must be some sort of Eastern greeting, he supposed. So, he hissed and spat, waving his hand in the air excitedly. Perhaps he didn't understand why they did things, but he could certainly assimilate well-enough.
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Post by Sven & Hermes on Feb 9, 2013 13:00:41 GMT -5
Jovic spoke again, this time to Sven, still speaking in dragonese. He wanted to know what was going on. Sven smiled and began to answer:
"Well, the girl that just left is a resident of the village not far from here, and my new friend here is also a newcomer to the island..."[/i][/color] Sven laughed a little at the Eastern dragon's reaction to Wycliffe.
Unfortunately for Wycliffe, he didn't know dragonese. He also spoke up to the new man, asking why he wasn't speaking, before turning to Sven and remarking about dragonese, as if it was the Dragonologist that wasn't showing manners. Sven's eyebrows raised, as he realised that Wycliffe hadn't even realised he was speaking another language. Sven internally sighed as he realised this was going to end up a three-way conversation, with him at the heart of it.
"Ah, erm," Sven started, pausing as he tried to recollect more scraps of language," Konihl konihk ihl trakon... Thorihlshken-sar konihl kehnehl..." <<I was speaking dragonese, the Eastern-person knows only that language...[/i][/color][/color]
With an awkward frown Sven turned to Jovic again. "I'm sorry. My friend here doesn't know Dragonese."[/i][/color]
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