006 - Action in house and on the streets.

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup wakes up in bed with a start, as if from a nightmare.

Well, it was a nightmare. But it was a real nightmare.

He remembers everything.

Even dying.

Especially dying.

But here he is, waking up as if it was a normal day in Mayfield.

He practically catapults out of bed, tearing around the house.]

Klaus?

KLAUS?

[He's panicking. Suddenly he stops, in the middle of the kitchen, remembering something. He bolts out the door and down the street, pausing at the door only long enough to put boots and a coat on.

Down the street he runs, shouting as loudly as possible.]

TOOTHLESS?

TOOTHLESS.

TOOTHLESS!

[He'll be running around town searching for his best friend. The search will, sadly, be in vain.]

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[horvillemayor.livejournal.com]

[Before he's out the door Lucrezia appears, looking pretty pissed with her nightgown and uncombed hair]

WHO IN THE HELL IS MAK-- Oh. [She leans against the doorjam, arms crossed over her chest]

You're back.

[worstvikingever]

[OH GOD HI LUCREZIA YOU GET SPECIAL FREAKOUT MODE

He jumps back, away from her.]

HI LUCREZIA.

[horvillemayor.livejournal.com]

.... Hi.

[She raises an eyebrow and stares at him] Weren't you dead and smeared on the table? [She knows she didn't bring him back to life, and Klaus is still missing so he didn't do it...]

[worstvikingever]

[He twitches when she mentions it, and practically collapses into a ball of nerves and horrible memories. But he doesn't, because he has other things on his mind. Like where is Klaus.

And oh gods where is Toothless.]

Um... yes?

[horvillemayor.livejournal.com]

[Lu frowns a moment and grabs at a broom (where did she get that from anyhow?) and pokes at Hiccup's arm.

Well, it seems real enough]

Then how are you back already without a completely mechanical body?

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[dontevenbli.livejournal.com]

[The angels haven't left. In fact, there might even be more of them.]

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[worstvikingever]

[And this, if anything, would have stopped Hiccup in his tracks, but he was on a mission. A desperate mission to find his best friend.

But his best friend wasn't anywhere to be found.

And the sheer number of angels is freaking Hiccup out to no end. So eventually, he slows down and comes to a stop, looking around him in paranoia.]

[action]

[dontevenbli.livejournal.com]

[They're still after you, Hiccup. You already created another angel, now they want your energy...]

[action]

[worstvikingever]

[Oh gods oh gods he's freaking out so much they're everywhere he keeps turning around where he is because he doesn't really know what the deal is with them but he knows enough that he knows not to look away...

...even if it means getting possessed again...

...he doesn't know what would be worse.

With every turn he gets more hysterical, more terrified.

Is there nothing he can do but stand and wait for them to get him?]

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[dontevenbli.livejournal.com]

[There's one just behind him, frozen with it's arm reaching towards him to grab him]

[bluefrompallet.livejournal.com]

Yoohoo~~!!! Hiccup boy~!!!



Is something the matter?

[worstvikingever]

[He stops in his tracks, definitely more than a bit frantic.]

I can't... I can't find Toothless. He's... he's gone.

And the angels... they're still... [He looks around.] They're still... all over the place... [When he talks about the angels his tone changes, goes higher pitched and becomes more hysterical.]

[bluefrompallet.livejournal.com]

Toothless? A friend of yours?



Those statues? Don't worry, they're just statues...

[worstvikingever]

He's... my best friend...

[He can hardly concentrate on the conversation, the panic about losing his best friend combined with the angels is just too much.]

Wh-what? No! They're... they move... and they... they...

[bluefrompallet.livejournal.com]

Hey, calm down.



It's okay now. Let's look together, all right?

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

[Hiccup may run right into a horizontal pole of some sort that's appeared in front of him at one point. Or maybe he'll avoid it. Either way, the voice that hisses in his ear is harsh.]

Stop screaming. I don't know if they have ears, but I'm not going to chance it.

[worstvikingever]

[Oh he totally runs right into it and falls flat on his back. This does nothing to help his terror.]

I... wait... what's going on?

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

[She crosses her arms, holding her poker loosely as if it were a switch.]

A quarter of the town has vanished, murderous statues are coming out of the woodwork, and you're running about screaming your head off. Stop.

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup groans and sits up.]

I know that I just...

[He barely contains a sob.]

I'm sorry.

I. I just woke up this morning after.

After.

And people are missing yeah and I just.

[He takes a deep breath and stands up, glancing nervously around him.]

I was just trying to find them.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

. . . Yes. I saw.

[Perhaps this would be a good time to mention that she lives across the street and is also terribly nosy.]

Either way, you'll find them much better without falling to pieces. Chin up. Who are you looking for?

[towertrapped.livejournal.com]

[ She might be poking her head out of her bedroom window when Hiccup runs by. And by poking her head out of the window, we mean pretty much dangling out of it. She sees a lot of people running by but... ]

Are... Are you okay?

[worstvikingever]

[WhooaaAFHAHAFDHFK hello person hanging out of window, Hiccup is very surprised to see you.]

Whoaaahahah HI. Um. I'm.

Yes?

[towertrapped.livejournal.com]

[ She's trying to set up her flower box for the bedroom window (SHERLOCK'S GONNA LOVE IT, RIGHT?), but it's not really working out all that well. At the moment! ]

Oh! Well, you look like you're in a hurry.

[worstvikingever]

[He looks around, checking for angels. NONE RIGHT NOW THAT'S GOOD.]

Uh... sort of? Maybe. Not... really sure actually.

[towertrapped.livejournal.com]

Did something happen?

[ She finally gets the flower box in! And then swings her legs over so she can lean further out of the window. ]