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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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Tony knows the whole engine part will mean nothing to her really, but still it's one of the human races most amazing feats.
"Making friends is probably a good idea, you tend to last longer that way. And other people tend to have the more interesting snacks."
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She'd already been told that finding allies would be the only way to last as long as possible in this place, though hearing it again did emphasize just how important that little detail was. "Well, I'll definitely keep that in mind, moon man."
Astrid pauses for a moment before doing something she said she wouldn't do too often. But as of late, she's realized the opposite might be a better idea. "I'm Astrid."
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"Tony. So, how are you feeling about your crazy knew world with it's tall buildings and... Moon men?"
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"Looks like this world is a lot more complicated than I thought. I'm definitely a long, long way from home. Lucky you, though. You sound like you're a bit more native to all of this."
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After all, a lot of the more impressive advances in the last few decades were coming out of his company. And the really impressive stuff was what he did in his own spare time.
"But the whole, coliseum reality tv show isn't a new thing for me. It went out with the Romans for a reason." Another pause as he realises how that sounds. "Not that Romans had reality TV, Or... Tv's but the fact remains it's not something in my world."
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Thanks to the dragons, of course, venturing off to new lands had become much more easy of a task, learning of new cultures and technologies in that way.
She blinks with confusion at his further explanation, losing track of almost every word he blurts out. "TV ... ? Oh, you mean the talking paintings?"
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He shrugs almost matter of factly, mostly because he knew the whole discovery era was done with boats and boats took months to get anywhere.
Tony makes an amused noise at her calling the TV talking paintings.
"A little too lifelike for paintings. But sure, talking paintings works I guess."
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But she at least realizes he's right about the supposed paintings. "Yeah, I've noticed, but it's a little too bizarre for us to really have a way to describe them beyond that. It'll take some getting used to most of what you've got here."
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Tony's tone is casually bored, not with the topic so much with how much he knows he can't go into detail because some of the stuff learnt in American schools right now would go over head simply because there would be no way for her right now to wrap her head around some things.
"On the plus side, a lot of this is pretty intuitive, so you should get the hang of it pretty fast. If not, ask your closest five-year old. For some reason they always seem to pick it up faster than anyone else." He pauses. "Probably because of brain development and that they don't understand certain concepts that would get in the way of learning processes." He can't help himself, sorry.
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She's reminded a bit of Hiccup while talking to Tony. She's sure her boyfriend would probably go nuts to find out this sort of brand new information. She was the fighter, he was the one who always wanted to learn more. It made sense, considering how overwhelmed she was already getting.
"I guess I'll just have to pick up on it all little by little. You all sure kept busy all these years. Even going into brain development, huh?"
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"For simplicity's sake. In a really elaborate air tight version of this." He pats one of the walls. "With a lot less glass though."
He shrugs with a smirk at her next statement.
"Yeah, human's got by pretty okay between wars I guess. We got pretty cool."
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But that also means Hiccup's probably learned a lot of the things she's learning now already. Though it was more his territory to get big on technological advancements and the like, she couldn't deny she was pretty fascinated.
"Pretty cool. Alright, I'll give you that," she notes with a return smirk. "But fancy gadgets or not, don't underestimate a Viking. We're still plenty tough and cool, you know."
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It used to be something that bothered Tony, being constantly questioned, however it had been so long since he'd been so enthusiastically quired and well he was never one to discourage other people learning.
"Believe me, I'm more than aware of how capable a 'viking' is. Well. Sort of anyway. Though from my experience cool isn't what I'd use to describe what I've dealt with."
Okay, sort of a lie, what Thor did during The Battle of New York was pretty damn cool. But it was what lead up to it and what came after that makes Tony deny any coolness on Thor's part.
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"Experience? So you've dealt with one of us before?"
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At her next question, he lifts his hand and shakes it to suggest, 'eh, sorta'.
"Well, the going theory is that he's actually the basis for one of your gods. But I'm calling it close enough."
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"You mean to tell me you've fought with Thor? The God of Thunder?" Assuming he was the only god of theirs here, as far as she was aware.
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Tony sounds completely casual, because really as far as he's concerned, he isn't talking about a guy that is worshiped by thousands once upon a time. He's talking about a guy who throws around a hammer and enjoys finding ways to insult Tony. Which really is never appreciated.
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Considering that Astrid grew up with an immense amount of respect towards Thor, the stories of him practically strengthening her to the tough Viking warrior she is now, it wasn't entirely easy to shoot down his name in front of her.
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"I'm one of those books you don't judge by the cover. I'm. Surprising. On occasion." He adds flippantly, because really that's how Tony is, that and he likes the idea of being some how mysterious.