[...well, it will just look like a hilt without a blade right now.]
[Because he got back that skill and he knows it's exists and oh my gods, small child has SECRET FIRE SWORD.]
[Breathe. Breathe. You're fine. You're FINE.]
Yeah, see. I'm not so fond of stables. Now, maybe a nice sort of mix of caves and nests, big open spaces, easy to move in, get in and out, protection from the elements. Now you're talking.
[Stables do sound kind of awesome though and it would make him happ-]
[He shakes his head, and looks up.]
Oh, definitely don't want me. I am the WORST hunter. [Snark snark snark because snark is the best mechanism for any sort of conflicting feelings.] Wouldn't want to cause you any trouble and I need to get to Babylon anyway, so....see ya.
[Man, is there a way to leave here, NEED TO KEEP GOING.]
[His voice cracked and he wants to go, and he wants to step back, to drop the candle-]
[His grip tightens on the hilt. Monstrous Nightmare spit on the blade. Zippleback gas for release. A switch for a spark. Something you could make thanks to dragons, something Astrid taught you to use, a weapon you made because you couldn't not fight.]
[You're a leader. You're changing the world. Alongside Toothless. Toothless isn't a steed like Alvin thinks, but your PARTNER and it's something you decided to share together.]
[How often have you been miserable because you were afraid? How often have you hurt others because you were trying to please others? You almost got everyone important to you killed because you didn't want to get in trouble, and ignored who you are.]
[Being a child doesn't change who you are.]
[His grip tightens on the candle.]
No.
Said no to Alvin, not gonna say yes to you. I mean, really, you're not even offering me power in a weak attempt to hide your eventual double cross.
[Don't worry. There has been years of DRAGON RAIDS and several months of NINJA TRAINING that had a lot of using his size to his advantage and dodging.]
[He ducks down, moves back to get distance, keeping the candle close to his body. Think of it like a shield, you know how to use it, keep it close to your body, keep from dropping, protect the flame from the air.]
[He stumbles, too much, ugh, needs to get used to the small height again.]
[He flicks the hilt in his hand and launches nauseous gas at the boogeyman's face.]
[ He does seem to avoid the small circle of light your candle is casting. Which is less important now that he's choking on whatever this stuff is oh OBERON, that's hard even for imaginary boogeymen to breathe through ]
...well, scream in agony and basically disintegrate, apparently.
The childish voices at the edges of the room had started jeering and hollering, but as the fire caught, both Blind Michael (for of course that's who he is) and the voices let out a truly nightmarish shriek that last for about 15 seconds, and then...
Nothing, other than the sound of something metal hitting the ground in front of the throne. ]
[Oh good gods, that is a horrible sound, but he grits his teeth and bears it so he doesn't drop his fire things.]
[Just....gonna keep the sword and candle out right now as he approaches the throne, looking around with the extra fire to see if he can spot anything else.]
[Okay, will recall the blade into the hilt, still got the candle, and who knows how much the magic is in the candle. Hilt in a pocket and picking up the key to go investigate those doors.]
[ The girl sits up, turning towards you, and it becomes immediately clear that this girl, though younger than you'd expect, is definitely Lucky. She has the same colorless fog-gray eyes, and the same facial features, though they're softer on this girl than on Lucky. ]
[He kneels down, smiling.] What? I'm almost hurt, don't you recognize your fellow viking friend? [She might not 'remember' like the other Lucky, but he'll try.]
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[Because he got back that skill and he knows it's exists and oh my gods, small child has SECRET FIRE SWORD.]
[Breathe. Breathe. You're fine. You're FINE.]
Yeah, see. I'm not so fond of stables. Now, maybe a nice sort of mix of caves and nests, big open spaces, easy to move in, get in and out, protection from the elements. Now you're talking.
[Because SNARKING WHEN YOU'RE AFRAID IS LEGIT.]
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[He's also utterly terrifying and you want to get the hell away ASAP. Lots of fun feelings.]
All human children who come here join my stables. The Hunt could use another stallion.
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[Stables do sound kind of awesome though and it would make him happ-]
[He shakes his head, and looks up.]
Oh, definitely don't want me. I am the WORST hunter. [Snark snark snark because snark is the best mechanism for any sort of conflicting feelings.] Wouldn't want to cause you any trouble and I need to get to Babylon anyway, so....see ya.
[Man, is there a way to leave here, NEED TO KEEP GOING.]
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[ He chuckles. It's everything. ]
You're already there, little steed.
My hunters will ride you in the Hunt. Put the candle down and come to me.
[ It's tempting. So tempting. ]
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[His voice cracked and he wants to go, and he wants to step back, to drop the candle-]
[His grip tightens on the hilt. Monstrous Nightmare spit on the blade. Zippleback gas for release. A switch for a spark. Something you could make thanks to dragons, something Astrid taught you to use, a weapon you made because you couldn't not fight.]
[You're a leader. You're changing the world. Alongside Toothless. Toothless isn't a steed like Alvin thinks, but your PARTNER and it's something you decided to share together.]
[How often have you been miserable because you were afraid? How often have you hurt others because you were trying to please others? You almost got everyone important to you killed because you didn't want to get in trouble, and ignored who you are.]
[Being a child doesn't change who you are.]
[His grip tightens on the candle.]
No.
Said no to Alvin, not gonna say yes to you. I mean, really, you're not even offering me power in a weak attempt to hide your eventual double cross.
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[ He raises his sword and strides towards you ]
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I don't have patience for people who enslave others.
And if you can't see humans as people, then there's something seriously wrong with your head.
[Shhh, he's used to being tiny being threatened by bigger people for the most part even with the growth spurt. HE CAN TOTALLY DO THIS.]
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[ He raises his sword, and swings it down at the little boy in front of him. DUCK, RIDER! ]
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[He ducks down, moves back to get distance, keeping the candle close to his body. Think of it like a shield, you know how to use it, keep it close to your body, keep from dropping, protect the flame from the air.]
[He stumbles, too much, ugh, needs to get used to the small height again.]
[He flicks the hilt in his hand and launches nauseous gas at the boogeyman's face.]
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[Blade hilt OUT.]
[And lighting it on fire with the candle flame.]
[WHAT DO BOOGEYMAN?]
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...well, scream in agony and basically disintegrate, apparently.
The childish voices at the edges of the room had started jeering and hollering, but as the fire caught, both Blind Michael (for of course that's who he is) and the voices let out a truly nightmarish shriek that last for about 15 seconds, and then...
Nothing, other than the sound of something metal hitting the ground in front of the throne. ]
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[Just....gonna keep the sword and candle out right now as he approaches the throne, looking around with the extra fire to see if he can spot anything else.]
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It probably opens that door you can faintly see behind Blind Michael's throne.]
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[Okay, will recall the blade into the hilt, still got the candle, and who knows how much the magic is in the candle. Hilt in a pocket and picking up the key to go investigate those doors.]
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[ It opens on a dank, dark cell with no windows and only one occupant:
A girl with brown hair, in a nightshirt and pants, lays curled on the floor ]
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...Who are you? How did you get here?
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[He kneels down, smiling.] What? I'm almost hurt, don't you recognize your fellow viking friend? [She might not 'remember' like the other Lucky, but he'll try.]
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Rider. Did you come to rescue me?
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[ she doesn't look too horribly torn up about it, though ]
I'm glad you came.
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Anytime. I'm just sorry it took so long. Wanna get out of here? [Offering his free hand.]
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