thecapitol | Just gonna shake it off

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✘ ruffnut thorston

Just gonna shake it off

Who: Ruffnut and You
Where: Wandering around the Capitol
When: After the arena.
What: Ruffnut is prowling around the Capitol exploring and getting glared at.
Warnings: None yet.

The arena was winding down and Ruffnut still hadn't found Hiccup and Astrid...and so she'd given up on that for now and was exploring.

Back home whenever they weren't causing destruction she and her twin loved to explore the island inside and out. From the forest to the mountains to the beaches and the tunnels deep underground. Ruffnut took pride in thinking there probably wasn't much of Berk she hadn't seen.

But as much as Berk was her world, The Capitol was bigger. So...so much bigger.

And she was on foot which didn't help. Once or twice a cab or carriage would stop by to offer her a ride only to spot the branding on her cheek and scowl at her. She was a horrible traitor and the Capitolites despised her for it.

That however barely bothered her. She didn't care about what these chumps thought! She was a proud member of the Hairy Hooligan tribe! She did what she thought was the right thing and if they didn't like it they could bite her!

Of course that thought just brought her back to the monster man who had eaten her in her first arena. She shook that thought away as well.

During the black out she'd gotten her kicks by smashing anything she could get her hands on and setting fires. But now that things were back to "Normal" she was bored and looking for a thrill. Preferably one that wouldn't get her arrested again. She had even been patient enough to let her stylist pretty her up again with clean, washed and freshly braided hair, and a rough looking dark green leather jacket that made her think of dragonskin.

The weather was cooling these evenings and it was getting dark sooner but to a girl from Berk it was barely a chill.

This is presumably when she spots you! Yes you! Whoever you are she's sticking her nose in your business and moving closer to see what you're up to.

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So yeah, at the moment Sonja was bored, anxious and quite frankly looking for a bit of fun and trouble. A perpetual scowl was fixated on her pretty face, daring for anyone to get too close to her.

Ah! A familiar face. It was better then nothing. Ruffnut started towards her only to run into a peacekeeper as he came out of a shop.

"Back off traitor!" He barked backhanding Ruffnut clean off her feet. He was a big broad shouldered guard with his helmet under his other arm and a flashy and sparkly capitol woman at his side.

Edited 2014-10-02 20:14 (UTC)

"Perhaps you should move aside." Came the reply of the equally well built woman as she approached. Really, it was as if everyone was attempting create a scene now. It was only natural. But one would think that these "Peacekeepers" would have a bit more sense.

But hey, she still considered everyone here fools.

The peacekeeper scowled at her but his slender and incredibly made up partner simply turned up her nose and led him away muttering something about "Savages." which had him responding "No where near as attractive as Venus."

Ruffnut didn't know who Venus was despite having met her in the last arena, but Ruffnut was happy to hear the stern words from Sonja that drove the locals off.

Shoving herself to her feet Ruffnut pulled a face dusting off her rump.

"I'd like to see those losers make it ONE day in the arena." She spat.

"You mean with no favoritism towards then?" Considering they were Peacekeepers even if they were to be tossed in, odds were that they would be given favoritism over all else. Showing strength in one's countrymen and all that was a powerful thing indeed.

"Best we don't cause too much trouble in the meantime, unfortunately."

Ruffnut groaned and rubbed her face in irritation.

"Yeah I know, but it's not easy." She shot another glare at the Peacekeepers before turning her back on them for the last time.

"Back home trouble was the only thing I knew how to do! Here I can't even get halfway started into some real trouble before I get shot with lightning and thrown back in my room."

Ruffnut wasn't sure but she thought she might currently hold the record for most times tazed in the capitol.

"No, it's not." She went back to ignoring the pair though, in favor of focusing on the girl. It was never easy to hold back from those mocking you. If this was Hyboria then Sonja would have just kicked their teeth in before heading off in some other direction. But here? Here, everything was monitored, and it unnerve red her greatly.

"....Perhaps we should focus on other em devours for the moment then, yes?"

"Yeah alright." Ruffnut agreed turning her complete attention to Sonja. There was a long pause before Ruffnut added "And those would be...what?"

Ruffnut did not know the meaning of the word endeavors. Literally.

"That is simple." Or at least simple in her mind. There was only one thing to do when biding your time and plotting the downfall of your captor.

"You eat, drink, shag and train." Train for the day when you finally break your chains that is. But until they find a way to do that, it was best to watch and learn from your enemy. The only sure way to best someone was to learn about them.

Ruffnut pumped her fists into the air in a hardy cheer.

"YEAH! Now that's the kind of whatever you said I can get behind!" Not that she had ever shagged, and she only trained as much as she felt like it. But the other two worked great.

"Live like we're in valhalla because we could be going to war any day now. When you put it like that it sounds fun." She declared happily.

Sonja gave a small smile before nodding her head in affirmation. That was pretty much exactly what she had in mind. Party as if they were dead, then go and kill stuff when it was time to do so.

"I'm afraid that I cannot sing or tell good poems." That was going to certainly be a bit of a shame. But what could you do?

"Aw come on everyone can sing. Just not ya know...good." Ruffnut encouraged waving to usher Sonja further down the road where she knew a good bar was. One that still would serve her despite the branding on the side of her face.

"I dunno about poems, that's more Tuffnut's thing. But I've got stories I can tell ya. Like this one time my brother got himself stuck in a dragon trap right? He was hanging from this tree..." She launched into the story enthusiastically, apparently thrilled to have a warrior friend willing to follow the time honored tactic of distracting themselves from problems. By the time they reached the bar Ruffnut was grinning wickedly again.

"So this huge dragon is starring him down, and it turns out it was this dragon we met as a baby! We named it Toarch and now Toarch was back! And Tuffnut was training him while hanging from a tree like some kind of big stupid fruit."

At the moment, Iskierka's just sort of puttering around the city. With the Arena not yet over, there's not really much else to do, and even she can recognize the fact that it's probably not the best of ideas to give the people of the Capitol any reason to dislike. Unfortunately, that leaves rather at something of loss as to just what to do, when there's only so far that actually wandering the Capitol can get her.

(She can't even effectively use most of the thing the various shops sell, and given that she hasn't been doing a whole lot of winning lately, she can't even call the prizes and spend the time finding a way to at least make something of her time.)

So mostly she moves through the streets at something half-way between a stalk and a skulk, a quadripedal cloud of displeasure and vague uncertainty looking for something that's at least not yet more walking around.

And that something would be coming around the corner to walk right into her with a dull "Thump"

"Mmmrf?!" Ruffnut remarked upon impact before stumbling back and getting a look at who she'd hit. "Oh...not Barf. It's you um...whatever your name was." She looked disappointed but it only lasted a moment. "Anyone ever tell you that your skin is kind of like a Hideous Zippleback feel?"

"It is Iskierka."

It's not exactly the most gentle of comments, even given that it comes from Iskierka, but it's clear enough that she doesn't entirely blame Ruffnut for having forgotten. It has been a while since they'd last spoken.

"But what is a Hideous Zippleback?"

"Isk...Iskie..." She shrugs. "Right, So anyway a Hideous Zippleback is my dragon back home. Two heads, one shoots gas the other shoots sparks and the whole thing explodes!"

She exhibits this by making her hands into two snakelike shakes and having them mime out a hissing gas and a sparking fire before throwing her hands in the air in a Kaboom gesture.

Even despite Ruffnut describing it as an explosion, Iskierka decides that they must be some sort of firebreather. She's not really certain why two heads would be any more necessary than just the one, but then again, all of the dragons she knows have never had more than the one head.

"Could they not have simply used just the one? It is not as if you need any more than the one, to make a flame."

And she should know, given that she's a firebreather herself, when the Capitol isn't interfering and keeping her form being able to do exactly that.

"Well I mean...yeah but see Belch can't do full fire. He just makes sparks that set off the gas." She explained "Most dragons just do like the "Fwoosh!" Sort of fire you know? Or there's Toothless who does the POWBOOM! Sort of fire. Then stupid Meatlug just kind of pukes fire. But our dragon can make the BA-BOOM!" She threw her hands in the air "Explosion!"

"Oh," Iskierka answers, as if she understands perfectly. (She doesn't.) "It still sounds terribly inconvenient to have two heads, but I suppose if there is no problem with it there is nothing to say that a dragon couldn't have two."

Besides, she's general in favor of explosions. Not as much so as she is with things being on fire, but that's certainly understandable. After all, it's fire that she's used to and explosions only happen now and again, her experience.

Ruffnut chuckled her scratchy low chuckle "Two heads are better then one right? Then there's a dragon with four heads called a Snaptrapper. Those guys are cool too."

But not as cool as Barf and Belch.

"I don't get how the Capitol can stop you from breathing fire though." Ruffnut suddenly wondered out loud. "It's not like they can stop me from spitting."

She then demonstrated by shooting a glob of spit out of her mouth at the street causing some passing Capitolites to make noises of shock and disgust.

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"I do not know either, " Iskierka answers, wings flicking a little as if in response to her general discomfort with the fact that she's only managed to properly breathe fire the once in the Arenas and that in the one where the fog had everyone on edge. (She'd had the ability to do so when there had been the masks as well, but she hadn't ever really managed to use it to any good effect.)

"And it is not really like spitting anyway. That is more the Longwings then any firebreathers I know. It is more like simply breathing out, only it is fire instead of anything else."

There's probably something more technical to it than that, but Iskierka's no scientist and isn't so much in how she can breathe fire as the fact that she can. Or should be able to, rather.

"Oh..." Ruffnut didn't seem too thrown off by this explanation. "So like when it gets so cold I can see my breath and my brother and I used to go RAAAAAAAWR!" she exhaled all of her air on the roar and if it were cold then it was true that steam would be pouring from her mouth.

"Very much like it," Iskierka agrees, bobbing her head in something like a nod. Admittedly, it doesn't entirely help with the question of how the people in charge have made it so that she can't flame whenever she wishes, but that's perhaps a question for another time. Or for someone else to look into, perhaps.

"And even when I had just hatched, I could still flame."

"Heh, yeah so can our dragons. Just not as much." she held her hands a distance apart to show how big most baby dragons are.

"We've raised a few baby dragons on Berk. They get into everything! And they only listen to the bigger dragons...sometimes." She chuckles. "Listening to adults is over rated."

"Sometimes it is listening at all that is over-rated," Askierka agrees, with another of those odd bobs of her head that serve the same general purpose as a nod. She'll listen to Granby more often than not, yes. But it's not as if he's around for her to listen anyway.

"It is dreadfully inconvenient to have to, sometimes."

"Yeah seriously!" Ruffnut agreed happily and loudly.

"I mean these guys around here they just love rules right? It's always about rules and don't do this! Don't touch that! You can't have sharp things in your room. You can't set things on fire. How can anyone live like this?" She complained loudly and gesturing around at the colorful and ridiculous outfits of people milling around them.

"I can hardly say. I am certain they think it is all for the best, but if they do surely it is only because they've not known anything else."

Not the way the Tributes have, and that they're shackled round by the rules of a new place entirely is neither easy, nor comfortable. Admittedly, she might be getting a pass on the 'no sharp things' on account of being largely made of sharp bits, but the rest is still more than a little irritating in the long run.

"Huh..." Ruffnut looked surprised by that revelation. "Yeah I guess...I mean if they've never known anything else." Clearly the idea was strange to her since she had always lived wild and free.

"But what can we do right? I mean Hiccup is like, the smartest guy I know and even he can't figure out a way to fix this mess."

So clearly they were doomed.

"Maybe there's something we have all missed?" Iskierka asks. It's a shot in the dark, really. She has no idea how to fix this either, and doesn't have anyone she could ask either. True, it's certainly possible there are people smarter than Hiccup, but Iskierka hasn't even met him and can't really say one way or the other as a result.

"That's pretty much every day of my life." Ruffnut was hardly the most observant of girls.

"Still not much we can do about it till the big brains figure it out or at least we get stronger." She scratched her fingers through her hair finding it irritatingly smooth.

"You know every time I tell new tributes about you they get so freaked out, it's really funny." changing the subject her grin twisted into it's crooked way once more. "Do you ever get tired of seeing the look on peoples faces when they meet you?"

"I would rather we had the answers now," Iskierka grumbles, but it's half-hearted at best. For all that she'd like to have things be better than they are - or at least different from how they are - there are still an awful lot of things that look like they'll have to be waited on.

"I have not yet, at least, and it is terribly interesting seeing how people will react besides."

The only exception is when people don't seem to be surprised or startled, given that it's hardly interesting, that way.

"So far..." Ruffnut supplied adding some wild exaggerated facial expressions to her words "It's alot of "Oh no way a dragon?! And it talks!? But how?" Then she laughed because the memory alone was enough to brighten her spirits.

"I do not see why it should be how that most people are so interested in," Iskierka comments. "But I have had people asking that as well."

Perhaps not nearly as many, true. But there most certainly have been people asing her about that as well, and for the most part, she hasn't any more idea than anyone else. Just that she can and that's enough for her.

"Well, if we can figure out how they broke your fire then we can unbreak it...right? I mean...not me. I'm great at breaking things but you probably could."

She found herself distracted by a display window full of extravagant looking cupcakes.

"At least they taste better then they look." She commented idly apparently not appreciating the delicate and fancy looking designs.

"I would know what to ask to have it unbroken, at the least. But it is not as if I have spent much time unbreaking things either."

Most of the time she could be said to be more destroying things than anything else, and there's not exactly much that's fixed by ongoing war.

"They are better at making things taste nice than look it, I have found. No matter what they might think."

Ruffnut offered a crooked grin and jerked her head.

"Well I'm better at eating nice things. Come on I'll buy you one...do dragons eat cupcakes?" She was pretty sure the dragons back home would eat anything but Eels given the chance. But who knew with this one? She was several mysteries wrapped into one.

"I hardly see why we couldn't" Iskierka answers, with something that's at least generally close to a grin. She might prefer to eat other things, yes, but that doesn't mean that she's incapable of eating anything else.

Or at least, it isn't as far as she's aware of, and that alone is more than enough to have her following along quite willingly. After all, it's not every day that a chance like this shows up and it's certainly worth the try, as far as she's concerned. And that, in turn, is all that really matters to her, just at the moment.

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