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Post by Brynhilder and Shock on Jan 3, 2013 16:32:44 GMT -5
DATE & TIME : 2nd of August, 9:30pm
WEATHER CONDITIONS : Cold, clear skies
CHARACTERS INVOLVED : Bryn, Shock, anyone else who wants to join
PREVIOUS THREADS ? None
Flying. There was nothing Brynhilder loved better. You could just soar through the sky with nothing but your best friend- your dragon - and the wind on your face, leaving the rest of the world in the dust...or in this case, the slipstream.
"Bryn?"
Shock's voice snapped her back to the present. "Yeah Shock?"
"I'm hungry. Can I hunt?"
"Sure. Can you set me down somewhere first though? I'd rather not see you killing the fish."
"Yeah, okay. What about just outside the cove? You won't be too far away- you know, just in case you run into a wild dragon or something."
Bryn bristled instantly. "I can take care of myself, Shock!" She snapped, glaring at the back of the Skrill's head.
Shock let out a dragon-chuckle from the back of her throat, but said nothing.
Still grumbling, Bryn slid off of Shock's back as she landed, and glanced around. Top of the cove. Rocks. Well, her aiming skills left a lot to be desired...why not get in some practice? Picking up a smooth, circular stone, she picked a target about 25 meters away and threw the stone. It went way off target, smacking into a tree three feet to the left with an earsplitting crack. Bryn winced. Oops...
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Post by Wycliffe Kilkenny on Jan 4, 2013 15:40:56 GMT -5
Wycliffe's time in the forest was generally limited, considering he traipsed about making enough noise to scare anything small away, and attract anything large enough to be curious for only a moment before the plaid clad wanderer scared them off.
The ricochet of the rock passed right by his nose, scaring him for just a moment before he began calling out, hoping not to engender the wrath of whatever warrior might be nearby. "I am not for to be fighting! Am for to be peacing!" He held his hands up, but as he glanced towards the direction of the rock lobber, found himself chuckling. "Leetle girl? Why is for to be throwing of the rocks?" His face was screwed up in confusion, and as he stepped out of the brush, he kept a decent distance away, not wanting to interfere with the local youth in any harmful way.
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Post by Brynhilder and Shock on Jan 4, 2013 16:03:09 GMT -5
Bryn winced as a voice rang out through the woods. When the plaid- clad man stepped out of the woods, she worried that she had hit him before recalling that her rock had hit a tree. "My ranged combat skills leave something to be desired...so I was practicing while Shock went hunting." She shrugged. "I didn't think anyone else was out here at this time..sorry about that." She apologized. "My bad."
Looking up from her catch of fish, Shock heard Bryn's voice at the top of the cliff. Yawning, her teeth glinted in the moonlight as she leaped up lazily to sit next to Bryn, keeping a watchful purple-hued eye on the other man. "Who's this?" Shock hurred curiously, not recognizing his scent or looks. "I don't recognize him.
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Post by Wycliffe Kilkenny on Jan 4, 2013 17:54:56 GMT -5
Staring into the night, Wycliffe could hear, more than see, that a dragon was nearby. He was still confused about the situation, and tried to figure things out. "You is wery far from willage. For Vhy is you so far from home at this time of night?" His befuddled look continued as he looked around. "For vhy is not with family? Vhere is home?" He knew that wanderers could often be graced with less-than-savory reputations, and he had no intentions of gaining any of those qualities. "Father is to know where at you is?"
Glancing up at the rocks, he scanned for the dragon nearby, still unaware of how he felt about being watched. "Willage has light, yes? Vhy is for to throw rocks in the dark?"[/b]
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Post by Brynhilder and Shock on Jan 4, 2013 19:10:37 GMT -5
Bryn initially tried to answer all of his questions, but found it a little overwhelming. "Shock and I were out flying. She was hungry, so we stopped here so she could eat, and I decided to practice throwing stuff." At the strange man's second question, Bryn stiffened, and Shock, sensing something had upset Bryn, let out a warning growl in the stranger's direction. Skipping to his last questions- what was "Father is to know where at you is?" anyway? She shrugged. "And I didn't want to hit anyone. Like you saw, my aim is horrible. Too many people, too much stuff. Besides, conditions aren't exactly optimal on a battlefield. That answer everything you needed to know, or do you have more questions, stranger?" The inquiry about her family had put her on red alert. Bryn avoided talking about her family whenever she possibly could- even with Shock. Antisocial? Maybe. She really didn't care. Why live in the past?
Bryn realized she was mind-ranting. Oops... oh well. She also realized that she had her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her sword. Most likely it had been there since he had asked about her family. Well, too bad for him. She wasn't out here to make friends. She also wasn't out here to be questioned by strangers, and definitely not about her family.
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Post by Wycliffe Kilkenny on Jan 5, 2013 19:46:01 GMT -5
Wycliffe blinked, wondering whether his confusion was linguistic or conceptual, and backed away a bit more upon seeing the hand drifting towards the sword. "Am not for to be harming, leetle gurl! Am only for to be vanting for to being safe you!" He raised his hands again, dropping the walking stick in front of himself. "Maybe is for to besting at home? Vhen you is for to vanting throw rocks, am for to teach. Peace?"
The wanderer pointed back to the village, "Am for to self vandering back. After darking not vise for lone traweller, better time for stories, yes? Can for to be telling stories instead of rockthrowing in dark. Hard for to hit target when target cannot see!"[/b] He tried his most disarming smile at this point, trying not to threaten, nor yet control, but hoping to convince by virtue of good sense.
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Post by Brynhilder and Shock on Jan 6, 2013 2:43:44 GMT -5
A half-smile lifted a corner of Bryn's mouth. "Point taken, it's probably not helping my chances of hitting anything. Well, I suppose we can take you up on your offer. Shock?"
"I'm coming." The dragon rumbled, standing up. "Will there be more fish?"
Bryn frowned. "You've probably eaten half a sea's worth by now." She scolded the dragon. The Skrill hurred in indignation. "I have not! I only ate about twenty..." The dragons voice faltered under the viking girl's annoyed glare. "Okay, okay! All right...so serious." Shock muttered.
"I heard that!" Bryn said, half of her amused, half much less so. "But come on, he's right. We should probably head back now. Do you have a home in the village, or do you live elsewhere?" The last part was directed at the stranger. After all, it was a valid inquiry, and the more Bryn knew, that happier she was. Knowledge, she had found out quickly, is power, and power was always something you would want if you had no parents. Of course, you had to wield that power well, but that was not hard to do when...
And there she went again with the mind-ranting. Quite inconvenient. Bryn supposed it came from spending too much time alone with her thoughts, and shoved the matter out of her head.
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Post by Wycliffe Kilkenny on Jan 6, 2013 5:17:31 GMT -5
Despite the advantage of being able to play dumb quite effectively in an effort to deceive, because of actually being rather oblivious to some idioms and such, Wycliffe found it even more pathetic any time he tried to lie in the Viking tongue. So, he tried to work around it by telling the truth... the very vague, question-dodging type of truth.
"I for to having home... Somevhere. Not here, but is having boat-pusher-roof." He motioned to the beach in the distance, "I am only one problem. I don't know vhere rocks stop and beach is climb down." He made a fake smile, looking quite sheepish as he tried to get out of the fact that his current shelter was a sail covering a shallow outcrop of rocks.
Despite all of his desires to find a home, Wycliffe wanted his own home, not to receive handouts or squat on someone else's property. He didn't need much in the way of comfort, being used to sleeping no matter the conditions, and he had refused previous offers already, not ever wanting to impose on another.
It was this combination of not wanting to impose, and trying deception in order to avoid imposition, which put Wycliffe in his current precarious state. He shrugged, and turned towards the village. "You is for to fly, I for to walk." He picked up his walking stick, turning back towards the bright light of the village torches.
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Post by Brynhilder and Shock on Jan 6, 2013 15:50:13 GMT -5
A boat-pusher-roof? Well, okay... I have no idea what in Thor's name that is.
Bryn was officially confused by this man, but she shrugged and nodded to him politely. "Very well. You're right, Shock and I should head back." Turning to face Shock, she situated herself in the home-made saddle that she'd thrown together from leather and was about to fly away, back to the village, when a thought- or, actually, more of a question - struck her. The viking teenager turned in the saddle to face the man. "It just occurred to me- I never did catch your name. May I ask what it is?" Her tone was friendly enough, and she was genuinely curious. He seemed a decent fellow, after all. If she knew his name, she might be able to find him again. Then again, it would be difficult enough in the daylight, and often she only had time in the evenings and at night. Hence, another reason why she was out so late.
(Blarg...sorry it's so short. I can't think of what else to write)
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Post by Wycliffe Kilkenny on Jan 8, 2013 3:20:59 GMT -5
Wycliffe motioned to the town, smiling that the lass had taken his suggestion. "If for is to vanting, am for to be teaching. Having the thrower of rocks I am." Smiling proudly, he motioned back toward town, and began walking. "You is faster than I. For to seeing in town, maybe. Will tell stories, throw rocks." The plaid-clad skald threw back his head and laughed. "But for to being better in the light, for to see target and not for the hitting of the friends."
Wycliffe looked down back towards the village, and though it was hard to see, one could hear the concern as he looked back, seeing the lights, but not really knowing the way back. "You is not perhapsing to know the vay down, yes?"[/b] Shrugging sheepishly, he added, "Am for to losting all time." Thinking back on it, likely, that wasn't the best question to ask people who ride flying beasts on a regular basis, but for Wycliffe, hope sprang eternal.
((Sorry, it just seems like an odd situation for people bumping into each other outside of town in the night. We could wrap this one up soon and start in daylight somewhere, or I might talk to the staff about some storytelling indoors))
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Post by Brynhilder and Shock on Jan 16, 2013 0:56:40 GMT -5
((Sounds good. Actually, I can't see anywhere else for this to go, so if you want to wrap this up now, it's fine with me.))
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