009 - Phone and Action (I AM SO SORRY FOR THE SPAM, GUYS)

[worstvikingever]

PHONE:[Hiccup has filtered this call from Klaus and Lucrezia, as well as the "usual suspects" and as many of Grady's cronies as he can manage, but since he's not great at this yet, it is NOT FILTERED WELL from Grady's cronies. That is, of course, assuming that anyone's actually taking phone calls at the moment.

Anyway he sounds pretty tense.]

Klaus Wulfenbach can no longer be trusted. He's completely under Lucrezia's control, and she's a crazy sadistic bitch, to put it lightly. Okay, to be fair, he's still in control of his mind and his own thoughts and whatever, but whatever she tells him to do, he has to do it, whether he wants to or not.

And usually it slides firmly into the "not" slot.

So just. Stay away from them.

Okay next. Quinn, I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to kind of take over your forge. I'm not a good fighter, guys, and so as much as I'd like to help out there, I know where I'm useful. I'm useful at that forge, making and fixing weapons for you. Or armor. Or anything else you need. Seriously guys, just come on over, tell me what you want, and I'll do my best to make it for you.

I think... I think that's it for now.

ACTION: [Hiccup has set himself up at the forge and is working intently on... various projects. Swords, shields, axes, spears... he's even managed to get gun schematics from the library and is working on making his own firearms. If your character wants anything made/fixed or even just wants to chat with Hiccup, here's the place to go.

A warning, though. Hiccup is... acting a little differently than normal. He's far more confident, serious, and... intense than normal. Something happened, clearly. But he's not going to talk about it.]

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[worstvikingever]

[He looks up from his work. He's never met her in person but he vaguely recognizes the voice.]

Hi. Kira, right?

[infinitemars.livejournal.com]

That's right.

[She smiles at him a bit, and he may notice she's carrying a small basket]

I'm sort of like you in that I can't do much, but I thought if you're working hard, I'd bring you some things to drink and eat so you can keep your strength up. I hope you don't mind.

[worstvikingever]

[He nods.]

Thanks. That's... yeah, that's great. Thanks.

[infinitemars.livejournal.com]

[Kira sets the basket down somewhere out of the way, and looks at him]

We have to all do what we can, right? Anyway, there's sandwiches, water, juices and other things in there. I know it's a little silly, but the body needs food to work.

[worstvikingever]

[He shakes his head.]

It's not silly. It's... really nice of you. Not like I'll be getting back home anytime soon anyway.

[That last part was quieter, almost regretful. He's still for a moment, thinking, then he shakes his head again, this time to get rid of the thoughts as he looks back at what he's working on.]

[infinitemars.livejournal.com]

[Kira blinks a little. She was fairly sure she heard it but...]

You can't head home right now, or you just intend to work all night?

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup's quiet for a moment. Finally, as he picks up the sword and sticks it back into the fire to heat the metal, he replies shortly.]

Both.

[infinitemars.livejournal.com]

[Well, it seems she did hear it then, since he didn't deny it. She goes quiet for a few minutes.]

Um... would you like to come stay at my place? Or maybe I could at least bring you some blankets and a pillow.

[worstvikingever]

[He still doesn't look at her, but he nods.]

Thanks. I'd... rather stay here, no offense. I want to get as much done as possible, and... I dunno, keep it from falling in the wrong hands.

[infinitemars.livejournal.com]

No offense taken. I'll get you some blankets to sleep on though. Is there anything else you might need?

[worstvikingever]

[He does look back up at her at this point and manages a small smile. It doesn't look completely sincere, but it's an effort.]

No, I'll be fine. The fire needs to keep going anyway, so I'll be warm.

[infinitemars.livejournal.com]

Alright. [She's alright with that. It's obvious, even to her, that something is up with the boy. She just won't bother to ask since she has a feeling he doesn't wish to talk about it.] Call if you need anything more.

[She moves and waves as she leaves, the basket sitting where she put it for Hiccup to get to whenever he needs]

[worstvikingever]

Thanks, Kira.

[He means it. As she leaves he peeks in the basket and smiles a little, briefly, before getting back to work.]