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[OPEN] It's the lightning I feel inside
Who: Hiccup Haddock III & You
When: All of November
Where: Around the city, outside the Bright Wall.
What: Catch-all log for the month! Quests, forge things, and more.
Warnings: None at the moment.
i. Out to the Forge
[On the path from the city gates out to Hiccup's forge, it's unusual to spot Toothless by himself, pacing in short circles back and forth over the cleared ground and letting out the occasional roar of distress. Actually, it's unusual to spot Toothless without his rider period, unless he's around the barracks or lounging on the Coven grounds. When the Night Fury spots someone approaching, maybe to check on an outstanding order with Hiccup or just to visit, he lets out a screech to catch their attention, looking from them to a spot in the distance, off the path, where the woods are thicker and the foliage more tangled.
The cause of his distress becomes pretty apparent as fire flashes through the air several yards from the path, followed by a grunt of what could be pain and the sounds of a fight. Hiccup's shout filters through the air, and Toothless' ear fins flatten in irritation.] Stay on the path, bud, I mean it! I've got this- ah, Thor- [Alright, maybe he doesn't got this.
Shades aren't totally uncommon out here, but he's never run into a three-headed snake shade before, let alone one this big, and it's an angry noodle.]
ii. Business as Usual
[Pretty much since he arrived, Hiccup has tried to forge connections the way he forges weapons. He knows himself well enough to know that he's no lone wolf, and it's generally served him well. He's taken up trading a few of Toothless' shed scales to a blacksmith in the more upscale area of the Shopping District for scrap metal and materials to work with in his own smithy, along with selling them to a few other blacksmiths for cunes whenever he might get low. Cunes aren't a problem today, but he's looking for more metal, having been spending more time in the forge to take his mind off missing his roommate, but today...
He knew, logically, that anti-everything sentiment has been up since the mist spread through Aefenglom last month, but it hits him pretty hard today. Before he can say anything upon entering the shop, he's being escorted out by a burly man a good half a foot taller than he is (which is considerable), meaty hand gripping his skinny arm. The things the smith is telling him, they seem ridiculous, and the pair cause a bit of a disturbance in the street.]
What do you mean you can't trade with me anymore? What- What does my being a Mirrorbound have to do with anything? You know me, we've been- we've been doing this for at least four months!
iii. Lending a Hand (Many Mans' Trash)
[Apparently a tradition for Samuin is to dump all your crap in the streets. Hiccup cannot comprehend how the wealthy especially think it's perfectly fine to leave their broken things in piles all over the poorer, less well-kept districts. He's been doing a lot of helping out lately because of it, tinkering with things that are only lightly broken to try and fix them up for someone in need, volunteering with the donation drive.
And, like today, passing out the fixed-up items salvaged from the 'trash', out in the Slums. He seems to be a regular in this neighborhood; a few of the older residents, human and Monster alike, stop to greet him by name and see what he's got in the cart he's pulling. Toothless is notably absent - he doesn't bring him out here, due to the risk of infection being higher in dragons.]
Hi, everyone! I'll be bringing by a boar later, it's still being bled right now, but I've got a bunch of stuff from a donation drive someone was running in the city. Mrs. Ashcroft, you were wanting a new iron, right? Oh, and Mr. Hamish, I've got some pants that I think are right about your size-
iv. Friendly Sabotage (Collectables)
[Anybody who knows Hiccup might have found it suspect when he signed up for this particular job. Capturing animals out of the wild to sell as pets as part of a big trend? Yeah, that's not even remotely like him. Newt has adopted three petalwolves, but that was different - they're young, and were likely to get themselves killed by creeping too close to civilization. Newt wants to protect them, not domesticate them.
So, to anybody who knows Hiccup, it's probably no surprise that, when the rest of the collectors have long moved on, he looks around like he's trying not to get caught, and stops at a trap they've passed over. There's a young petalwolf caught in it, autumn foliage blending into the leaves on the ground. It snarls when he comes close, but he kneels down, reaching out a hand to it slowly, unafraid.] It's okay. It's okay, I want to get you out of this snare. Can I come a little closer?
[To you, he looks up and says, frowning,] You're not going to tell the others about this, are you?
v. A Hard Lesson to Learn
[Hiccup still attends lessons regularly at the Coven. He has to use his magic on a regular basis anyway since he's Bonded to a Witch (though having a familiar helps - at some point after Dorchacht, he made it official, taking Toothless on as his familiar), so he can often be found on the Coven grounds, in the courtyard, practicing. He's in more advanced classes in some fields now, but in others, he's still trying to grasp the basics.
Like now, with healing spells.
He's sitting cross-legged in the grass, uncaring of the chill outside or the damp ground, focusing hard on a shallow cut on his arm, murmuring the words over and over. It doesn't seem to close up. Eventually, he lets out a little frustrated shout. Toothless, curled up behind him in the dying grass, cracks open one eye, not too concerned - this has been happening all morning.] What am I doing wrong?
[ooc: If you want to do something else, feel free to wildcard me, or hit me up at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
nekky or nekky#8210 on discord to plot out something different! Hiccup's forge is always open for weapons and armor requests (or follow-ups to things I might have forgotten), and he can be found almost anywhere in the city or just outside it.]
When: All of November
Where: Around the city, outside the Bright Wall.
What: Catch-all log for the month! Quests, forge things, and more.
Warnings: None at the moment.
i. Out to the Forge
[On the path from the city gates out to Hiccup's forge, it's unusual to spot Toothless by himself, pacing in short circles back and forth over the cleared ground and letting out the occasional roar of distress. Actually, it's unusual to spot Toothless without his rider period, unless he's around the barracks or lounging on the Coven grounds. When the Night Fury spots someone approaching, maybe to check on an outstanding order with Hiccup or just to visit, he lets out a screech to catch their attention, looking from them to a spot in the distance, off the path, where the woods are thicker and the foliage more tangled.
The cause of his distress becomes pretty apparent as fire flashes through the air several yards from the path, followed by a grunt of what could be pain and the sounds of a fight. Hiccup's shout filters through the air, and Toothless' ear fins flatten in irritation.] Stay on the path, bud, I mean it! I've got this- ah, Thor- [Alright, maybe he doesn't got this.
Shades aren't totally uncommon out here, but he's never run into a three-headed snake shade before, let alone one this big, and it's an angry noodle.]
ii. Business as Usual
[Pretty much since he arrived, Hiccup has tried to forge connections the way he forges weapons. He knows himself well enough to know that he's no lone wolf, and it's generally served him well. He's taken up trading a few of Toothless' shed scales to a blacksmith in the more upscale area of the Shopping District for scrap metal and materials to work with in his own smithy, along with selling them to a few other blacksmiths for cunes whenever he might get low. Cunes aren't a problem today, but he's looking for more metal, having been spending more time in the forge to take his mind off missing his roommate, but today...
He knew, logically, that anti-everything sentiment has been up since the mist spread through Aefenglom last month, but it hits him pretty hard today. Before he can say anything upon entering the shop, he's being escorted out by a burly man a good half a foot taller than he is (which is considerable), meaty hand gripping his skinny arm. The things the smith is telling him, they seem ridiculous, and the pair cause a bit of a disturbance in the street.]
What do you mean you can't trade with me anymore? What- What does my being a Mirrorbound have to do with anything? You know me, we've been- we've been doing this for at least four months!
iii. Lending a Hand (Many Mans' Trash)
[Apparently a tradition for Samuin is to dump all your crap in the streets. Hiccup cannot comprehend how the wealthy especially think it's perfectly fine to leave their broken things in piles all over the poorer, less well-kept districts. He's been doing a lot of helping out lately because of it, tinkering with things that are only lightly broken to try and fix them up for someone in need, volunteering with the donation drive.
And, like today, passing out the fixed-up items salvaged from the 'trash', out in the Slums. He seems to be a regular in this neighborhood; a few of the older residents, human and Monster alike, stop to greet him by name and see what he's got in the cart he's pulling. Toothless is notably absent - he doesn't bring him out here, due to the risk of infection being higher in dragons.]
Hi, everyone! I'll be bringing by a boar later, it's still being bled right now, but I've got a bunch of stuff from a donation drive someone was running in the city. Mrs. Ashcroft, you were wanting a new iron, right? Oh, and Mr. Hamish, I've got some pants that I think are right about your size-
iv. Friendly Sabotage (Collectables)
[Anybody who knows Hiccup might have found it suspect when he signed up for this particular job. Capturing animals out of the wild to sell as pets as part of a big trend? Yeah, that's not even remotely like him. Newt has adopted three petalwolves, but that was different - they're young, and were likely to get themselves killed by creeping too close to civilization. Newt wants to protect them, not domesticate them.
So, to anybody who knows Hiccup, it's probably no surprise that, when the rest of the collectors have long moved on, he looks around like he's trying not to get caught, and stops at a trap they've passed over. There's a young petalwolf caught in it, autumn foliage blending into the leaves on the ground. It snarls when he comes close, but he kneels down, reaching out a hand to it slowly, unafraid.] It's okay. It's okay, I want to get you out of this snare. Can I come a little closer?
[To you, he looks up and says, frowning,] You're not going to tell the others about this, are you?
v. A Hard Lesson to Learn
[Hiccup still attends lessons regularly at the Coven. He has to use his magic on a regular basis anyway since he's Bonded to a Witch (though having a familiar helps - at some point after Dorchacht, he made it official, taking Toothless on as his familiar), so he can often be found on the Coven grounds, in the courtyard, practicing. He's in more advanced classes in some fields now, but in others, he's still trying to grasp the basics.
Like now, with healing spells.
He's sitting cross-legged in the grass, uncaring of the chill outside or the damp ground, focusing hard on a shallow cut on his arm, murmuring the words over and over. It doesn't seem to close up. Eventually, he lets out a little frustrated shout. Toothless, curled up behind him in the dying grass, cracks open one eye, not too concerned - this has been happening all morning.] What am I doing wrong?
[ooc: If you want to do something else, feel free to wildcard me, or hit me up at
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Hiccup suppresses a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand briefly.] You have to show him what a wrench is first. Fishlegs - my friend - he used cards with the items drawn on them to teach his Terror object names, but- a visual demonstration is probably just fine for Sharpshot.
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[ But neither does he need every tool in the forge presented to him one by one. Percy eyes the strange little creature for a moment, then grabs one of the stray pieces of paper he uses for designing and sketches a vague approximation of a wrench. ]
Like this. [ It should possibly feel a little ridiculous to be holding a picture up to a dragon, but Percy can always honestly say he's done weirder. ]
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Sharpshot studies the picture for a moment, peers over the edge of the paper at Percy, and then scurries off. This time, when he returns, he drops a wrench on the bench next to him, crooning happily.]
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[ This directed with all due seriousness Sharpshot's way. The little dragon has certainly proved he understands more than he lets on, so Percy's going to treat him as such.
He's had worse assistants, honestly. Certainly the dragon is no match for Grog at his worst.
He does glance over Hiccup's way as he picks up the wrench. ]
Did you need something when you came in?
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The Terror crows out a pleased sound and settles on the workbench, curled up, watching and waiting to be asked to fetch something else, apparently satisfied now that he's done his job properly.]
No, I just- I was going to try to get some work done before I turn in for the night. This weapon concealment charm still needs some finessing.
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[ Percy watches Sharpshot for another moment or two, then apparently satisfied that the dragon is done scrambling around for the moment, he turns back towards Hiccup. ]
Do you want some help or shall I just stay out of your way?
[ It's a friendly sort of question. Percy's never had to share his working space before, he's still trying to work out how best to cohabitate. ]
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Actually... Yeah, if you don't mind? Maybe a fresh pair of eyes would help. I've been looking at these runes for days and I can't seem to get it right. Maybe it's- Mm. Maybe I'll have to segment the blade after all. Mechanically. But then I'll never get a fine edge on it- [Hiccup is all too willing to accept help. Sharing a forge is old hat, and frankly even comfortable for him; he and Gobber worked in close quarters for years, and he can't say he doesn't like having someone else around to bounce ideas off of.]
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[ Even if it sounds just a bit dubious as Percy makes his way over. He can manage the enchantments alright, most of the time, but it's not really where his strengths lie. Still, no harm looking. Though he can't help his attention falling more on the weapon's designs than the notes around it. ]
Segment how? At the base of the curve or midway through?
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That's- I'm not sure, honestly. It's easy with a straight sword, not so much with a curved one. But it's for Daenerys, so- I want to get it right. Something easy to conceal.
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If you put a hinge on the blade itself, it'll weaken too much, I fear. Maybe if you put it here [ he taps right where the crescent starts, against the hilt ] so that it can fold down against the grip? It will at least make it look less like a weapon.
[ He pauses again, considering. ] And maybe less concealing than camouflaging.