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thecapitol2014-07-31 12:01 pm
stotte) wrote in thecapitol2014-07-31 12:01 pm
even a natural born fighter can find cause to break sometimes
Who| astrid and anyone
What| not getting the best first impressions on her first day
Where| training center (district 6 suites, halls/elevators, training room)
When| 7/31
Warnings/Notes| mentions of death
Astrid had grown up knowing nothing but how to fight. She came from a world where warring against dragons was once all that she had known, where there was only ever enough time to think of survival and whether she could be up enough of a defense to live for another day. But that had long since been over. It was years since the Vikings had made peace with the dragons, learning to live amongst them, obtaining the privilege to go about each day with harmony and the opportunity to just laugh without the constant fear of dying.
She never imagined being thrown back into a world like that, not in this way anyhow. Filled with strange foreign gadgets and nothing at all familiar from her home, all she's told is that she would be fighting for her survival--a tribute, they called her, yet all she can wonder if she had somehow been a sacrifice to the gods. Perhaps, that's what this was, a test of some kind. But even so, nothing explain this strange place she had been brought to. Where was Berk? Where were her friends? Where was Hiccup?
a ↠ district 6 suites
Insulation might be one of the first things she really takes notice of, oddly enough. But when you experience nine months of harsh winters in your home, it wouldn't take long to catch on to the incredible new sense of warmth that overtakes you. Not that the lack of cold truly made her feel better or safer in this situation anyway.
The entire floor was incredibly large, noting the almost endless amount of rooms that she'd learned belong to others much like herself. She finds herself in the common room, carefully touching the incredibly soft, bench-like furniture (Were those safe to sit on? Why were they so soft?) before noticing the moving paintings on the wall.
Except they weren't paintings at all, recalling someone mentioning televisions and that they would display everything she needed to know--about the "games", the Capitol, the tributes. She studies the screen with a mixture of confusion and curiosity, noting how the pictures seem to "speak" as well. But she hardly pays mind to the spoken words, not when suddenly the most disturbing deaths are displayed for her to see, horrifying images that even someone such as herself, so well acquainted with war, grows sick in the stomach just to watch.
The sequences switch through fast, but she has no doubt when she sees a well-known blond twin on the screen and subconsciously rejoices for a quick second at the sight of a familiar face before suddenly there's a bite at the neck and all she sees is Ruffnut being eaten alive.
A struggling gasp is all she can manage, the screen already switching to yet another gruesome death as if the one of her friend no longer mattered, just another number in the toll of all these people losing their lives so instantly lacking reason. If it weren't for an empty stomach, she'd have lost all its contents in that moment, not that it would do anything to help with taking in the next sight.
Hiccup.
It was only on the screen for mere seconds, but she knows that ruffled mess of hair and peg leg anywhere. And in a quick flash that she's convinced is an illusion, she watches as the love of her life gets stabbed in the chest, not even having put up a fight, falling hopelessly into death.
b ↠ halls / elevators
It wasn't exactly easy to be in the best of moods after seeing hundreds get murdered right before your eyes, including a close friend and your lover. But she needed to figure this place, figure out why she was here and what she needed to do to get out as soon as possible.
But this place was so large, odd contraptions scattered about, strange moving boxed rooms that took her up and down the height of the building--everything was too otherworldly, things she never could possibly understand. So in addition to the anger already dwelling up inside, frustration becomes a familiar friend as she wanders hopelessly through the different floors of the building, a lost Viking with no idea how to get out.
c ↠ training room
Finally, something familiar to her. Even if she's disgusted about this new environment, the sight of the double sided axe that she quickly takes in her hands brings an extreme comfort to her. Suddenly, she's much more protected. Even if it was just in this room, holding it brought forth a new sense of courage that she had yet to experience since she came upon this new world.
She swings around the axe with ease, and for a few moments, she forgets everything she's already seen that day, everything she's learned and her mind relaxes as her body becomes accustomed again to what she had always known well how to do: to fight.
What| not getting the best first impressions on her first day
Where| training center (district 6 suites, halls/elevators, training room)
When| 7/31
Warnings/Notes| mentions of death
Astrid had grown up knowing nothing but how to fight. She came from a world where warring against dragons was once all that she had known, where there was only ever enough time to think of survival and whether she could be up enough of a defense to live for another day. But that had long since been over. It was years since the Vikings had made peace with the dragons, learning to live amongst them, obtaining the privilege to go about each day with harmony and the opportunity to just laugh without the constant fear of dying.
She never imagined being thrown back into a world like that, not in this way anyhow. Filled with strange foreign gadgets and nothing at all familiar from her home, all she's told is that she would be fighting for her survival--a tribute, they called her, yet all she can wonder if she had somehow been a sacrifice to the gods. Perhaps, that's what this was, a test of some kind. But even so, nothing explain this strange place she had been brought to. Where was Berk? Where were her friends? Where was Hiccup?
a ↠ district 6 suites
Insulation might be one of the first things she really takes notice of, oddly enough. But when you experience nine months of harsh winters in your home, it wouldn't take long to catch on to the incredible new sense of warmth that overtakes you. Not that the lack of cold truly made her feel better or safer in this situation anyway.
The entire floor was incredibly large, noting the almost endless amount of rooms that she'd learned belong to others much like herself. She finds herself in the common room, carefully touching the incredibly soft, bench-like furniture (Were those safe to sit on? Why were they so soft?) before noticing the moving paintings on the wall.
Except they weren't paintings at all, recalling someone mentioning televisions and that they would display everything she needed to know--about the "games", the Capitol, the tributes. She studies the screen with a mixture of confusion and curiosity, noting how the pictures seem to "speak" as well. But she hardly pays mind to the spoken words, not when suddenly the most disturbing deaths are displayed for her to see, horrifying images that even someone such as herself, so well acquainted with war, grows sick in the stomach just to watch.
The sequences switch through fast, but she has no doubt when she sees a well-known blond twin on the screen and subconsciously rejoices for a quick second at the sight of a familiar face before suddenly there's a bite at the neck and all she sees is Ruffnut being eaten alive.
A struggling gasp is all she can manage, the screen already switching to yet another gruesome death as if the one of her friend no longer mattered, just another number in the toll of all these people losing their lives so instantly lacking reason. If it weren't for an empty stomach, she'd have lost all its contents in that moment, not that it would do anything to help with taking in the next sight.
Hiccup.
It was only on the screen for mere seconds, but she knows that ruffled mess of hair and peg leg anywhere. And in a quick flash that she's convinced is an illusion, she watches as the love of her life gets stabbed in the chest, not even having put up a fight, falling hopelessly into death.
b ↠ halls / elevators
It wasn't exactly easy to be in the best of moods after seeing hundreds get murdered right before your eyes, including a close friend and your lover. But she needed to figure this place, figure out why she was here and what she needed to do to get out as soon as possible.
But this place was so large, odd contraptions scattered about, strange moving boxed rooms that took her up and down the height of the building--everything was too otherworldly, things she never could possibly understand. So in addition to the anger already dwelling up inside, frustration becomes a familiar friend as she wanders hopelessly through the different floors of the building, a lost Viking with no idea how to get out.
c ↠ training room
Finally, something familiar to her. Even if she's disgusted about this new environment, the sight of the double sided axe that she quickly takes in her hands brings an extreme comfort to her. Suddenly, she's much more protected. Even if it was just in this room, holding it brought forth a new sense of courage that she had yet to experience since she came upon this new world.
She swings around the axe with ease, and for a few moments, she forgets everything she's already seen that day, everything she's learned and her mind relaxes as her body becomes accustomed again to what she had always known well how to do: to fight.
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"Not named after, no. I am the Thor, or at least a Thor, of Asgard. Perhaps not the God you knew, but a bringer of thunder and lightning all the same." He hopes he doesn't sound too arrogant, but let's be honest, he is a little. "Another viking? Do the names Hiccup and Ruffnut hold any familiarity to you, Astrid?"
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"T-that's not possible! Oh my gods! I mean--wait, you're a god! You're a god!?" It wasn't often Astrid could be so stumped and wide-eyed, but this certainly caused reason for it. This place could summon the gods?
She shakes out of her thoughts, realizing he was still asking her questions, trying to get her head together. "Uh, yeah, Hiccup and Ruffnut. They come from Berk, same as me. So you've met them too?"
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"My people do not consider ourselves gods, but we are not of earth. I have embarked upon earth many times and now reside there, the stories I've heard of myself seem quite familiar." He offers her a small, wry smile and hopes that she can find some amusement in that.
"Aye, I consider the vikings my people. I have extended help and advice toward them and I would gladly do the same for you, should you accept."
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"It's still quite the honor to meet you, I assure you." She grows a bit little tense in her nervousness when she senses his calm nature and kind mannerisms, a surprise in itself, but still quite relieving.
She even feels a bit of a flutter with his offer. "T-that would be amazing! You ... you wouldn't happen to be willing to help with training, would you?" Because even in spite of the circumstances, that would definitely be a dream come true.
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"It is always my good pleasure to make the acquaintance of a viking. They are few and far between, in my world, but I see the spirit of them in many." He doesn't want to wound her further by telling her they've all but disappeared, so he feels like that's a gentler way of putting it.
"I thought you'd never ask." He can't help grinning at the reaction, letting out a low chuckle of amusement. "There is a hall here for training purposes, I often find myself there. Should you happen by me, we can begin."
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She wasn't completely looking forward to the fighting. Even the warrior spirit inside of her was a bit hesitant in having to fight people that she was learning were here by no choice of their own just as she was. But she had friends here that were important to her and she'd do all that she could to protect them. Learning to be even stronger, learning from Thor himself, it gave her the confidence to be able to do just that.
If nothing else, training with him was definitely something she could look forward to here.
"I'll definitely be sure to stop by then. I'm sure there's a lot I could learn from you." Then a thought comes to her. "Have ... you been training with Hiccup and Ruffnut?" Because she definitely knows what training with them is like. Maybe Thor could perform miracles with them.
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He and most Asgardians, really. It's no surprise Vikings take after them in that regard, if they idolise them so. He doesn't want to admit he's felt a little defeated as of late, there isn't much he can do to help people in the grand scales he's accustomed to when he can't fight. However, he gets a sense of hope from people who remind him so much of home. He feels like he can help them as much as they help him, though he's sure they don't realise.
"It would be my good pleasure. Perhaps we can learn from one another." It's been a while since he'd fought entirely without powers, he's capable and he knows it, but mortals are endlessly talented with improvisation. "I have offered my assistance to Hiccup, but we've yet to meet in person. Ruffnut is.." He needs to stop himself from laughing. "Spirited, to say the least."
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Because, for a god, Thor was actually not half-bad to look at, and if she knew anything about Ruffnut's type, he'd certainly have her attention.
"And Hiccup, well, he's more of the using-his-head kind when it comes to this sort of thing, but he could definitely use a bit more physical training." Not surprising that she'd have to whip their asses into gear here too, not unlike back home.
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"I know many men who would better suit lessons of the mind, but he will not escape the inevitability of learning to defend himself." He looks thoughtful for a moment, wondering if he really trusts Stark to mentor anyone. "The two can be one and the same, of course, but there is practicality in throwing punches."
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"Now I'm really getting hyped for idea of getting a few lessons from you. I'm ... willing to guess you don't have Mjolnir here with you, but I'd still love the chance to see you throw a hammer sometime."