Hiccup

[A: 729 Anderson Lane] [Hiccup is in the kitchen. He made a present for Klaus. He's been working on it for a couple weeks now, actually, and only just finished it yesterday.

It's a little working model of a dragon. Not exactly a clank or a robot, but more like a metal action figure. You can make it move and have it do all sorts of things. It's by no means perfect, but it's nice and it's cool and Hiccup put a lot of work into it.

It's sitting on the table.]

[B: Around Mayfield throughout the day] [Hiccup will be walking around, looking rather morose, kicking things with his prosthetic leg and just generally trying to avoid people who will think he's fake or have forgotten him or both. Maybe he's downtown looking at the still kind of sparsely stocked shops, or the Christmas decorations, or kicking at the snow.]

[C: At the forge in the evening] [The forge is lit, but mostly for warmth. He's doing detail work on a sword. It isn't for anyone in particular, but it's very well done. He's really become a blacksmithing expert with all the work he's done in Mayfield.]

((OOC: P.S. In case you didn't catch it, Hiccup has been ERASED and will seem FAKEY FAKE if not FORGOTTEN.))

[Phone] Okay so I've got a few things that people requested from the forge? I can bring them by houses or you can come pick them up whenever. Basically if you requested something, it's probably done. So... yeah.

This is usually the part where I'd be taking requests, and I can still do that, but I'm working on a project right now so there's gonna be kind of a delay before I can start working on stuff. But yeah! For all the new people I've been hearing around, I'm Hiccup, I have a forge, and I can make weapons, armor, and possibly random stuff. Just let me know and we can work something out. I just got a bunch of tools back from home so it'll make making some really good stuff a lot easier.

[Action, after school] [Hiccup is working at the forge, in the backyard of 339 Brady Lane. He's actually doing something he doesn't usually do given the requests he usually gets. He's working on some kind of mechanism to do... something. It's a little uncertain. But there's a couple of diagrams of car engines.]

[Phone:] So hi guys. Uh... I meant to mention this earlier, but then everyone got distracted with the whole Fourth of July and truth telling thing, so... anyway. The people who've been here know this already, but we've got a bunch of new people and I wanted to repeat my offer.

I'm a blacksmith, and I've got a forge. It's not that big, but I'm pretty handy with mechanical stuff and making things, so if you need anything, just let me know and I can probably make it for you.

Uh... and I've got a few things here that are finished but never got given out. If you requested something from me and haven't gotten it yet, it's done, just let me know and I'll get it to you.

[Action:] So like many others in town, Hiccup has received a package in the mail. He's a little wary about opening it, since the last time he got a package he lost his leg again (before getting it back, losing it again, and then getting it back again), but when he shakes it and feels it, he decides to open it and...

...it's the Dragon Manual. He blinks in surprise, then starts flipping through it. Yup. Just like he remembered.

So Hiccup can be found in one of three places today:

A. In the park, sitting on a bench and reading the Dragon Manual and making notes in a notebook.

B. In the front yard of 729 Anderson Lane reading the Dragon Manual and making notes in a notebook.

C. In the backyard of 339 Brady Lane at Quinn's forge, making a racket anyone on the street would be able to hear. All he's doing is getting car parts ready to be used as other stuff, but no one ever said forges were quiet places. If you want to pick something up, request something in person, or accidentally stumble upon a forge you never knew existed, now's the time.

[Action: general]

[Klaus is droned. That much was obvious as soon as it happened. Hiccup has no idea if it's temporary or permanent, but either way it's depressing.

And then Hiccup ran into Astrid. The way she said hello immediately tipped him off to the fact that she was gone too. Astrid never talked like that.

So there it was. The man he looked up to as a father and the girl... well. They were gone. Talking to empty shells of them made him want to go somewhere quiet and smash his head against a wall. He didn't, of course. That would be stupid.

So instead he spends most of his time at the forge or just away from the house.

Hiccup, for the purposes of this post, can be found at the forge (339 Brady Lane), or in the park, just quietly sitting on a bench and watching the birds.]

[Phone: unfiltered]

Anyone who asked me to make them stuff, I've got most of it done now. Just give me an address and I can drop it off, or you can come by the forge and pick it up.

Anyone else who might want something just let me know.

[A: Outside 729 Anderson Lane] [Hiccup comes home from school to find that oh hey there's a package waiting for him. He stares at it for a minute before lifting it and shaking it only to find that it feels completely empty. Out of curiosity, he opens it.

The moment he opens it, part of his left leg disappears, replaced only by a bleeding stump as if it's just been amputated just below the knee. Naturally, he falls to the ground and screams.]

KLAAAAAAAAAAAAAUS! HELP!

[B: Much later, over the next couple of days] [You'll find Hiccup getting used to walking around with his new prosthetic. Occasionally he'll grimace and stumble and possibly fall right over. But he always gets right back up and keeps going.]

[After the horrific events of this log (still in progress, still horrifying and full of terrible awful things READ AT YOUR OWN RISK dear Jesus), Hiccup wakes up in his bed with a start.

He doesn't yell. He doesn't scream. He just gets up, gets dressed, packs some clothes in his school bag, and opens his window. Staring down at the ground, he considers. He could just jump out of the second-story window, but that would probably mean broken bones and he'd like to avoid any further injury for the moment thank you very much.

He looks around his room. Bedsheets probably wouldn't make a very good rope, unless he took the time to rip them into strips and he's not sure he wants to take that time. He needs to get out of the house before anyone realizes he's alive and awake.

Hiccup starts searching his closet. Over the past month, he's brought up random things up here in case he wanted to work on anything in his room as opposed to the garage. He's not really sure why he did this, for some reason working in the privacy of his room seemed like a good idea. He's not complaining, though, especially when he finds a coil of rope buried in the corner of the closet.

It only takes a few moments for him to tie the rope securely around the bedpost, toss it out the window, sling his bag over his back, and climb carefully down to the ground below.

He runs down Anderson Lane, not looking back.

After a few minutes, he arrives at 2242 Stevens Road, and knocks on the door.]

RURI. RURI. RURI ARE YOU HOME?

[After encountering the angels that morning, Hiccup had been feeling strangely all day.

His eyes hurt. They stung. There was something in them and he couldn't get it out. All day at school he was rubbing his eyes, and then... on his way home... he could swear he was hearing things. People.

Then when he got home, he put his hand on the doorknob and couldn't take it away. He stared at it.

His hand was stone.

It was stone.

Shutting his eyes tightly he shook his head. No, he told himself. That's stupid. My hand's fine. It's okay. Just open the door.

When he opened his eyes again, his hands were fine.]

[PHONE:] So uh... weird statues, right?

Um.

Is anyone else... seeing things?



[ACTION, 729 Anderson Lane:] [Hiccup is sitting on the couch, rubbing his eyes.

He can't stop rubbing his eyes.

It hurts. It hurts so much.]