Second Detention [Kenna, Scratchet and the ViTs]

[Kenna & Fenrir]

DATE & TIME : just before Midday, 24/6
WEATHER CONDITIONS : Cloudy but not cold
CHARACTERS INVOLVED : Kenna, Scratchet, Grima, Sylica, Asova, Troutface and Ulrika (Must be the largest number of characters to date)
PREVIOUS THREADS ? Finally Aquainted, I Saw it Done on Scooby-Doo

Fenrir hissed at Kenna, “Oh be quiet, you had no need to go so far!”[/i] Fenrir was in a cage right now, it meant that he couldn’t escape from her and not do what she wanted him to do.

Kenna walked into the arena, grumpy dragon in hand and her bag in the other and moved through towards the 'cage of shame' where she knew Scratchet was. She nodded at the Vikings that were setting up for training today; she smiled at it, knowing what would be happening today.

She reached the door she’d seen the dragon be taken into three days before. The design had not changed much in all the years, though they usage was very different now. She was glad that they were dragon proof right now. Without this door in between her and Scratchet she’d probably have already grabbed her and got her in the air, since she’d showed how debilitating her fear of heights was…and how she’d use it against someone.

“Scratchet,”[/i] Kenna called out, head near the door, “You awake? I need to talk to you.”[/i] Semi-true, she wanted to apologize for having to do what she’d done, and she was going to make sure that her pest of a dragon apologized for doing what he hadn’t had to do.

[Scratchet]

After Scratchet had been rudely violated of her free will, she had spent her time in paralysis brooding and mooding over the circumstances that brought her here. In her disabled state, she had been forming a new name for the woman, Kenna, as she always did with people she despised. She quickly came up with one, before she could even twitch her long-clawed toes.

When she regained the ability to move, which at first she was very sloppy, crashing from one side of the cage to the other due to frequent loss of balance. For this, she was slightly glad she was concealed, so no one would witness such a humiliating recovery. Kenna's triumph was bad enough as it was.

She had been in here three days now, but in this darkness Scratchet couldn't tell that. It didn't help that her species could be active any time of day or night, so bouts of fatigue depended on how much energy she would exert. After three days without food, she was also getting hungry. Spoils from the fishing raids were paying off, but it was also a hinderance - she was slowly losing the ability to cope with hunger.

After thrashing and raging out of anger and fear of the enclosed space, she had soon calmed down. She quickly realised that eventually she would be let out, and just like last time, she would be able to escape just as easily. With this logic in mind, the Deadly Nadder calmed down, and revelled in the joy of sleep without any risks. If nothing come come out, nothing, of course, could come in. Especially Terrible Terrors poking one's fabulous hide.

Through the silence, a muffled feminine voice rang out. Scratchet immediately recognised the voice, her throat subconsciously letting a guttural growl. It wasn't loud, and she doubted it would be heard through those thick metal doors. Scratchet wanted to rest - she was getting hungry and wanted to conserve her energy. She had been on the brink of starvation before...

She guessed it was time to try the nickname on her tongue. "It feels good, doesn't it, Meddler? I'm sure everyone is just thrilled." She grumbled through the tightly closed seam in the door, that not even fire can escape through - not even as strong as hers. She knew, because she had tried the other day.

Scratchet shrugged her wings. If Meddler opened the doors, she knew she'd be out of there in a jiffy, and maybe make Meddler take a more... permanent taste of her own medicine.

"What do you want, because I want to sleep." Scratchet snapped through the door. She really didn't want to talk to her of all people right now. She'd rather put up with Curtis-boy than Meddler.

[Kenna & Fenrir]

“I came to get Fenrir to apologize for how cruel he’d been to you when we were trying to catch you, and I’d like to apologize for having to catch you in the first place.”[/i] Kenna said, she’d now sat down leaning on the door, “I was only doing it cause people are finding you too big a nuisance and thought I could pull it off. Truth is I didn’t really want to catch you…suppose that was probably why my trap involved me getting caught. Me punishing myself for helping them catch you.”[/i]

She looked down at the caged dragon by her, “now it’s your turn Fens. Come on apologize,”[/i] Fenrir just glared at her, “Come one you,”[/i] the next word she said was in her own created tongue, she’d gotten into a habit of swearing in that language which she was still yet to kick, “you went too far in getting Scratchet to the trap, you really hurt her, so apologize!”[/i]

Still glaring at Kenna as she muttered sorry. “Come on, at least pretend to mean it. I know you’re not going to mean it but you could at least have pretended that you meant it.”[/i] Fenrir hissed at her and she quickly pulled a cord on the cage, causing a barrier to come down and stop the flames from doing anything to Kenna. She sighed and then opened the cage, “go and get fixed up, you daft dragon, we can talk later.”[/i]

The slightly blackened dragon walked out of the cage and flapped off. She sighed again, “well, I didn’t expect him to be apologetic, I’d hoped he’d fake it at least. Still, he’s never liked how I’ve been so fascinated by you, the archetype of the trickster.”[/i]

[Scratchet]

Meddler began to splutter some sort of apology, on her behalf, and on the behalf of her dragon. But it was too late for Scratchet. Her opinion was now set in stone, like many things.

Scratchet decided to continue the theme of rest, which was also what she was trying to attain to conserve energy. So, with each sentence that Meddler said, the turquoise nadder would let out a loud snore. At first, the volume was normal, but with progression of the blacksmith's monologue, she crescendoed, her snores becoming louder and more sarcastic with each bellow.

She paused the snores halfway when Meddler and Greenie seemed to start a one-sided bickering: Scratchet couldn't tell what was going on - like she cared- but she definitely heard the high-pitched hiss of a Terror about to fire. Scratchet hoped Greenie got her in the face or similar.

One last snore for the grand finale, the ground reverberating through the thick dragonproof doors. She was cut short by her final words, two in particular that struck out to Scratchet: 'fascinated', and 'trickster'.

She reflected on that for a moment - Scratchet was intelligent, but she mostly used it as her escape route - never in the nuisance-making department. And how can a human be fascinated by her actions in the first place, when not only do *all* the Vikings on Berk detest her presence, but also that Meddler had trapped her in the cruellest way with a just-as-cruel partner-in-crime.

In thought, she didn't notice that her growling had dissipated. After some more deliberation, she gave a hesitant question out of pure curiosity:

"What Archetype?" Scratchet was obviously unfamiliar with the concept.

[Kenna & Fenrir]

“An Archetype’s the perfect example of something, so Mr Pickles is a brilliant Archetype of a mad Viking. You’re a great trickster archetype, pulling pranks, nicking fish and doing a lot of things I have never, and will never, heard about because the people you did it to are to embarrassed to mention it.”[/i]

She paused for a moment, “I’ve always loved pranks and tricks and I really just hate the fact that my eyesight and my heights problems have always gotten in the way of me being able to do a lot of them. It’s probably why I got so fascinated by you, you can do things I never will be able to, and in a position that means you won’t get much repercussions to.”[/i]

She turned and placed one hand on the door with her head leaning on the door too, “I am truly sorry about catching you the way that I did, the only reason I did was because people knew I was capable of doing it and therefore told me to do it. I know it’s my fault for letting Fenrir be in a position that he could be like he had been.”[/i]

She lowered her hand and finally got up, “I’d better go up. I’ll get some food to you; I hear that they’ve not been feeding you out of spite, seeing the amount of fish you’ve nicked. Just so you know, It's been desided that the Vikings-in-training are about to have a session involving you and that I should run it, since I caught you. A word of advise, avoid standing on anywhere with a slight mound look to it. I'll bring you food when I can.”[/i]

And with that Kenna left the door and walked to a side edge of the arena. She pulled out some pebles she'd got in her pocket and started juggling them. She was going to enjoy this.

[Scratchet]

Scratchet listened to Meddler's explanation. Scratchet's expression remained unchanged - she had no idea whether what she had said was a compliment, or that Meddler was plainly branding her as a stereotype. The Nadder did not trust her at all. Not. One. Bit.

Before she could say just this thought, Meddler began to apologise once more. Scratchet rolled her eyes in the darkness. No matter how many times she said it, it wouldn't change her personality.

"Snore." She said in response, not even being courteous enough to immitate a snore.

Meddler warned that they were planning to use her in the next training session. It has been years since Scratchet had had business with children. They were sometimes easy to manipulate, because they knew so little.

A smirk inched it's way onto Scratchet's face, confident of her imminent escape. Just like last time. Easy peasy. And if there will be food on her exit, everything will be perfect.

Cogs rebooted in her mind, thinking of something trademark of the individual... A plan quickly formed to mind. Most dragons would be raring to escape from these confines, even Scratchet herself. It would kind of be copying what Meddler had done, but no matter, the Nadder was confident of her escape. Yes... I can afford a nap before then... Mwhehehe...

[Grima, Stahl & Flint]

Grima yawned and got out of his cave and looked up. He’d overslept slightly; it was probably about a third of the way from midday (10ish). He got about to his morning routine and preparations for the day’s happenings. Today was a training day for the Vikings in training, a training session Stahl was perfectly happy to go to, and Grima knew why.

Apparently Scratchet was going to be out subject for today, with village blacksmith running it, since she was the one that caught her. This really excited the Zippleback, since it meant that Stahl would be able to study her rival and Flint would be able to have some fun with the fiend.

When Grima was finally finished getting ready, he got on his dragon and the three of them flew off back to the village. It was their regular trip, part of that small cluster of villagers that acted like outsiders, as opposed to the outsiders that now acted like they were born here (Arya and Luna).

He landed in the centre of the village and they continued walking on foot to the Training arena. As he walked in he passed some Vikings that were leaving the arena. Grima and Flint both watched them out of curiosity while Stahl just kept looking forwards and keeping them moving forwards.

Grima had a scan of the place. The Vikings had been in there to fix up some boards, of which there were still a few Vikings out there finishing them off. He saw Kenna Sigmundr on the edge of the arena, juggling a few stones in the air. Grima smiled, this one was going to be an interesting one.

[shatteredecho]

Sylica strode into the village, on her way to the training arena. Beside her walked a proud Tremble, even more pleased with himself than usual at the fact he had actually been able to drag his rider out of the house and into the main village. Scrambling around at their feet, and missing from his usual shoulder perch, was Taz, acting as his usual spazzy self.

"Aueemgeauemmgeewe'reintheVillagethisisawesomeWherearewegoing?arewegoing
tothebakery?Ilikebread!Nowaitwe'regoingtothearena
Iforgot
whatdragonisthere?Dowegetfish?IlikefishIalsolike
miceandthecolorblueandtheskyandpurpleandeggsandbirdsandrocks
andgrassandshoesand-"

"HOLY GODS TAZ SHUT UP!" SYlica cried, kicking him. The small dragon recovered mid flight, and flew up onto Trebles head, where he was unceremoniously knocked off with a shake of the larger dragons head.
"But I like a shoey" he muttered as he fell into step behind them.

It wasn't too long before Taz tried to talk again, but this time he was quickly grabbed by Sylica, who shoved a glob of paste made from catmint leaves and beetle larva into his mouth. Taz immediately tried to eat it, but as it had the same consistency as peanut butter, it had the same affect as a dog trying to eat... well, peanut butter.
"hehe, can the little dragon not even eat hatchling food?" snickered Treble as he ducked under the entrance to the training arena.
"Like -smack- you could -smack- do better -smack- with this stuff" retorted the Terror, eying the older dragons ridiculously well groomed scales.
At this point they stopped. "I'm certain I could."
"You could? Well -smack- TRY IT!" yelled the terror, managing to suck the glob from the roof of his mouth and spit it onto Treble. Flaming, no less.
Treble seemed to look at the paste *which had gone out on the dragons scales) in shock before going after Taz.
"WHY YOU LITTLE- GET BACK HERE!"
"Aaahahahahahaha!"
Sylica sighed as the dragons started to chase each-other around the arena. Taking out her ax, she quickly positioned it so that Treble would run into the butt of the ax, and sticking out a fist that Taz flew right into.
"Will you two stop fighting for ONCE? I mean really, is it necessary?" She leaned back into the wall with a huff, waiting for the others to arrive, and not noticing the others already staring at her at all.

[Asvora]

Asvora raced through the trees toward the village, a wide grin spread across her face. Vermilion hair streamed behind her, a few strands whipping in front of her face from her run. She hoped she wouldn't be late to her first dragon training.

Jumping a fallen log the Viking in training slowed to a stop as she came upon the village. A quick check to make sure she didn't forget a single weapon and had a piece of thick string, to tie her hair back if necessary, she headed in.

The scent of fish was prominent in the village, seeing as the villagers were by the ocean and there was actually fresh fish being brought in. The smells were definitely different then what she's used to back in the forest, seeing as some of the smells actually had her gagging behind her hand in disgust.

Finally coming upon the training arena, Asvora didn't bother to pay much attention to the other vikings or vikings in training as she looked into the arena. The ViT wondered what type of dragon would they be training with.

Slipping one of her daggers out, Asvora spun it around as she waited for the okay to start the training.

[Troutface Hemear & Moddy]

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[blue]IN A MOMENT[/blue]
[green]EVERYTHING CAN CHANGE[/green]

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As Troutface scrurried out of his house, he was sure he was going to be late for training that day, but as it happened, he arrived just in time. Or at least he thought.

When he flew (not-so-gracefully) up to the arena with Moddy beneath him and his spear strapped to his back. He saw his trainingmates and a maze set up, but no teacher in sight. He didn't really care who it was, so long as it wasn't someone who would be harsh. Training was usually pretty fun, but the teacher really did make all the difference.

He dismounted Moddy at the gate and walked in, his dragon grunting behind him. He walked past the tall boards that made up a maze, acting like he knew exactly what he was doing (even though he hasn't a clue), trying to look cool. He walked over to where he saw his fellow trainees and adressed them as he walked by [green]"Hey Grima, looking curly today"[/green] why had he said that? He stopped and nodded at him [green]"Uhm, yeah. Curly is good! yeah.''[/green] He ignored the strange stare he was getting and moved on.

He saw a new girl leaned against the wall of the arena spinning a dagger in her fingers. He gulped. She was crazy tall for a girl, like espeically for her age. [green]'be cool'[/green] he mentally told himself. He approached her and said with a subtle smile [green]"Hey, you look new, I'm Troutface Heamear the Sneeze the Eleventh. But most people around here just call me Troutface."[/green] Internally he cringed, realizing how bad that sounded out loud, but He grinned. He took a step closer, but that dagger stared back at him, so he retreated again. He certainly didn't want to get too close to this girl [green]"What's yours?"[/green] He asked. After getting a brief reply, he nodded [green]"Asorva, I'll remember that"[/green] then he waved and strolled off, getting away from those daggers.

Lastly, He approached Sylica. He gave a cheesy grin and leaned against the stone wall about a foot from her. [green]"Hey there, Sylica"[/green] He saw her hyper little dragon rolling around their feet. He didn't particularly care for - what was his name? Taz?- but the little Terrible Terror was tolerable. He looked over at her [green]"The sky looks nice today"[/green] he said in an Awkward attempt to start a conversation, most of which which usually failed. He began again in a smooth voice [green]"Today's lesson looks hard, If you need help, just ask me"[/green] He winked. Then he looked out over the arena and continued attempts to converse with Sylica as he waited for the lesson to begin.

[green]FEEL THE WIND ON YOUR SHOULDER

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[Kenna & Fenrir]

Kenna smiled as each teenager entered, though she was slightly worried when the terror and Nadder started running about the place, it might cause problems. Fortunately their owner caught and stopped them. She let them talk for a bit, but when she felt that she’d given them enough time she started talking.

“Hello you four, no need to introduce myself,” seeing that she’d made all of them their weapons or armour at some point, “you all know I’m Kenna. I’ll be taking this lesson. Now, I have some ground rules, chief of which is that none of your dragons are allowed to take part in my sessions. To have Dragons in here will be to cluttered so I’ll have to ask you to have your dragons leave the arena. They can watch from above the cage.”

Once that’s all done she started her proper speech. “Most of the time you will be taught how to fight other humans or fight wild dragons. Hungry or angered dragons (and Vikings) are unpredictable, but you are trained to be able to adapt to that kind of unpredictability. Also having a dragon is a good defence against such dangers. But what about when you come across something you are…Good afternoon Ulrika.”

[Ulrika]

Ulrika spent most of the morning around the coastline, as she usually did. She had already hunted yesterday, so she didn't really have anything to do this morning, except explore. She knew she had Dragon Training later, so she couldn't visit her favourite part of the cliff sides.

Even so, she wandered quite far from the village. She began absent minded, imagining flying through all these crevices and archways that lined the Berk coast, with her ideal dragon.

The thought got her thinking what would be an awesome dragon to train. A lot of her classmates already had dragons - Troutface had a Gronckle. Gronckles were tough and badass in combat, but they were kind of dopey and lazy. Grima had a Zippleback. She had seen a few times that he seemed to only get one of the two halves of the dragon to fully listen to him. That would also be tricky. Her mind then flitted to Sylica, who had a Terror and a Nadder. Nadders were cool, if they didn't spend too much time worrying about how they looked. Ulrika didn't care for Terrors. One can't ride a Terror, after all.

Thinking about these dragons, she looked up to the sky again, stretching her fur-covered arms into the sky, letting the coastal wind rush between her splayed fingers. She then realised something. The sun was a lot higher than she had thought. Dropping her arms like stones, falling back to the real world, she turned back the way she came. The Village wasn't even in sight.

She was going to be late if she didn't get back soon. Turning on her heels, she began to march briskly back to the village. It was when she began to see the smoke for the village, that a strange scent began to fill her nostrils. It wasn't a pleasant smell. She looked down, finding her feet wading through what seemed like a greenish mist.

Recognising the gas, she gave an exasperating look, and turned to the forest, where a larger wall of green gas was waiting. Ulrika hastened her steps, but a wall of gas suddenly billowed in front of her.

"Ohh... This isn't good." She whispered under her breath. Turning again, she was now surrounded by gas. If she entered the gas, she would either be suffocated or burnt alive. The only place not exposed to flammable gas was the cliffside, but there was no way she'd take that exit. Not in this situation.

She decided to make a run for it, towards the village. But then the face of one of the zipplebacks emerged, stopping her from breaching their green fortress. Ulrika frowned. She had an idea, but she was unsure of the consequences.

"This better work..." She muttered again, the dragon suddenly focused on her lips as she did so. Ulrika's knuckled flexed. Time to try out one of the tactics of her favourite Viking. She began making strange movements with her mouth, as the Zippleback seemed enticed, as if it was figuring out what she was trying to say, when she was in fact not saying anything at all.

Ulrika then did a run up to the dragon, the beast's eyes widening. Before it could react, Ulrika had punched the dragon in the face, before skidding under it's writhing head, through the smog and into the clear. The other head must have felt the pain too, because it was merely seconds later that it decided to alight the gas, trying to not lose it's prey. Ulrika was already far ahead as the Zippleback came crashing out of it's own explosion dramatically, lumbering after the girl on its short stubby legs.

They tried to throw fireball in her direction, but it fizzled out before it reached her. As the attack did so, they suddenly stopped, as the Girl had disappeared. They looked bemused. Where did she go? Did she fall off the cliff?

In reality, Ulrika had ducked into the vegetation and the cover of the forest, and continued sprinting. She was late for her lesson after all.

She arrived at the village soon enough, but of course, the Arena was on the other side. She had to get there, but she didn't want to arrive out of breath. She needed the energy for the lesson. She slowed to a brisk walk. Some Vikings gave her funny looks - she did stink of Zippleback Gas, out of breath, and late for school.

Finally arriving, it was obvious that she was late, as everyone was there. Their dragons weren't inside the arena today - most of them were on top of the cage instead. She trotted into the arena, finding lots of boards set up to look like a maze. She then saw Kenna. Ulrika stopped dead in her tracks.

Kenna was taking the lesson? The Blacksmith stopped halfway through her lecture to greet her. Ulrika blushed in embarassament as she had arrived late, and lots of pairs of eyes were set on her.

"Umm... Sorry I'm late?" She apologised. She had been expecting Chad to be teaching the lesson, like he always did. What was going on? Why was Kenna taking this lesson? She didn't like the way Kenna was staring at her. Grima then made a remark about her tardiness, making her scowl. But then Ulrika's eyes widened, then gave a triumphant smile, drawing out her knife, spinning it in her hand with glee. She gave a little giggle to herself, seeing how she had just survived a Zippleback ambush.

She hadn't lost the knife today. Yet. There was still hope for her.

[Grima, Stahl & Flint]

Grima and his dragon both watched with distain as Sylica’s dragons started chasing each other, and smiled when Sylica stopped them in such a funny manner. He noticed a girl he’d never met before. She was quite obviously taller than him by quite a bit. He was slightly intimidated by her, but not scared.

He was just about to go over to her and say hi when Troutface came into the arena and made his strange greeting. Grima raised an eyebrow at it, which went even higher when Troutface tried to back out of it. He really didn’t have a clue, did he? He watched Troutface go about and greet and talk to each person. Grima groaned, he just wanted it all to get started already.

Eventually Kenna stopped her juggling and started talking to the four of them. Grima smiled slightly, noticing that they were missing someone. He heard slight grumbling from Stahl when Kenna said no dragons. “Don’t worry mate,”[/color] Flint whispered to Stahl, “you can still analyse her from above.”[/color]

“It’s not the same,”[/color] Stahl muttered as they left the arena and flew to the top of the cage to watch, “It’s not the same.”[/color]

Once all the dragons were out, Kenna started talking again. Grima was intrigued by what the blacksmith was saying, but also unsure what she meant by it. He did understand why she’d sent the dragons out. She knew you couldn’t count on dragons all the time to help you out, it was something he’d known for some time, since he’d been living rough for a lot longer than he’d known the Zippleback, and he knew only half of it was trustworthy.

He turned to the entrance when Kenna greeted Ulrika. He smirked at the girl, “early as always,” I called to her. She glared at me, then smiled as she pulled out her knife and spinning it in her hand. “You know you look slightly psychotic when you do that,” he then got a whiff of how she smelt, “So, should I take it you had another dashing success with getting another dragon?”

[shatteredecho]

Sylica yawned, bored as she waited for the others to arrive. They were going to be late if they didn't come soon. Suddenly, however, she could hear the flap of wings. "someone else must be coming."

In through the gate walked a boy named... What was it again? Something to do with a fish... This question was answered for her when he awkwardly introduced himself to another VIT, Asvora. She sighed internally when he began to walk up to her; she knew Taz would annoy him to no end. She was also painfully aware of how bad her social skills were.
At first, when he had started to ask questions, she had merely grunted and mh-hm'ed in reply, though after awhile she began to ignore him completely. The awkward interrogation was thankfully ended when Kenna asked them to send their dragons out.

While it was easy to get Treble out through he gate, it was much harder to get Taz out. He kept clinging to every object he could get his claws on, wanting to stay and see what was going to happen. Eventually, though, she got him out of the arena, the top of which he promptly tried to get through, though Treble held him back.
With Taz Finally out, Sylica settled back onto the wall of the training area, only half listening to Kenna as she spoke. About halfway through the speech, however, A girl who’s name was Ulrika (she thought) came in, reeking of Zippleback gas. A wild one, too, by the lack of fishy smell and the increase of sulfur, though she could be wrong. She stopped paying attention again, however, as soon as another VIT started talking to her.

[Asvora]

Asvora wasn't much interested on having pleasantries with the other ViT's, she was there to train after all. Sweeping her topaz gaze across the arena to take in the other trainees. She continued to spin her dagger even as other ViT's arrived. There was little chance she would remember any of their names after training was over, seeing as she was hardly in the village as often as they.

Her gaze was unwavering as a newly arrived trainee entered and started talking to everyone. When he introduced himself as Troutface, she gave her name when asked, a brief and clipped answer. When he scurried away she curled her lip slightly in displeasure.

While they waited for their teacher, she took the time to analyze the few dragons there; the Zippleback and Terrible Terror were ones she was very acquainted with. At least they got sent out, the Terror would cause problems with the way he was acting.

When their teacher, Kenna, started the introduction, Asvora payed close attention to what was spoken, doubting the other Vikings were paying close attention. The hand that was still spinning her dagger stopped and gripped tightly to the hilt as the smell of Zippleback gas entered the area.

She relaxed slightly when the smell was revealed to cover another ViT, Ulrika. Asvora rolled her eyes, wanting to just get this over with so she didn't have to be surrounded by them anymore. After all, there were other important things to do then stand around doing nothing.