Let's all haze the newbie.

[ruffntumblenut]

Who: Ruffnut and you!
What: Viking girl is having a hard time adjusting to the arena.
When: Week 2
Where: near the end of main street.
Notes: None yet but give it some time, I'm sure some monsters will show up or something.


Sometimes, it was the little things that got you through the night.

It had been a long week without proper food, a proper bed or a proper argument with her brother. Ruffnut found she kept turning to say something to him only to remember he wasn't there. And for the first time in a long time she had the strangest feeling in her guts.

Could she actually be missing him?

No of course not! That was stupid! 

And so as the morning mist settled over the street, the eerie silence would be broken by the sound of metal on metal clanging together in an irritating fashion that was sure to draw someone (Or something's attention.)

The source of that noise was Ruffnut, sitting on the front stoop of one of the abandoned houses as she tried to pound a hole in the side of an old rusty pot.

CLANG CLANK CLONK!

Her mouth twisted into a crooked look of satisfaction as the nail she'd been hitting with a hung of broken brick pierced the worn and rusty metal. Turning the pot around she resumed her work on the other side.

Next to her say an over sized serving fork and a bent piece of pipe. Whatever purpose they served in the project would become apparent in time.

Because sometimes when nothing in the world made sense anymore you grasped for the familiar. And so in desperation she sought to at least replace a lost item that would make her feel a little less off balance.

Ruffnut was making herself a helmet.

 

 

 

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[ruffntumblenut]

And she'll just keep on crushing on this new big brother/father figure in her life.

"Peaceful?" She snorts giving him a incredulous look. "Where's the fun in that? I'm a viking not some sheep or yak! I want adventure and stuff to blow up! I wanna ride my dragon and set things on fire." She declared loud enough for her voice to echo in the chilled air.

[worldsaway]

Thor immediately regrets his choice of wording in the face of a viking, he fiddles with his wrists as if looking for the armor cuffs that he no longer possesses. They were often what he turned to when he wished to fiddle to make his thoughts run faster.

"Perhaps so. But you deserve to do so in your own lands, amongst your own people. Not amongst the vile and underhanded controllers of this place." He hopes he gets his point across with that. "Do you travel alone? Perhaps you should accompany me."

[ruffntumblenut]

"Uh...well not normally but yeah I'm by myself." She grinned excitedly at the prospect of going on an adventure with Thor.

"Yeah!" She plunked the makeshift helmet on her head as the fog rolled in. "Where we going?"

[worldsaway]

"Someplace safe for the evening." He says, not without a stern lilt to his voice. "Tomorrow we will venture onward." But he knows she's waiting to hear something exciting, so he can't help appeasing her. "Perhaps we will find beasts to hunt."

[ruffntumblenut]

It works like a charm as the fire in her eyes blazes hopefully and she grins wickedly.

"Hunting beasts with Thor." She chuckled thuggishly. "My brother is gonna be SO jealous."