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time's coming to an end
Who| Closed to Astrid, Hiccup
What| Astrid and Hiccup discover Ruffnut's mannequin
Where| Berk Store / Department Store
When| Start of Week 3
Warnings/Notes| Mention of Death
It wasn't home, but it was the closet thing to it. They've gotten comfortable in the Berkian themed store since they'd arrived, spending a majority of their time there, keeping a general distance from the rest of the arena. If they left, they left together, unless they traveled with someone else they trusted. But with time, they grew more accustomed to the paths and routines, developing a system in snagging food and supplies, and without much of an attack towards them, it became a bit easier to let someone walk off on their own.
Except Ruffnut hadn't arrived in hours (maybe more than that, Astrid could barely keep track of the days anymore) and it was getting to be a concern. Having kept the current watch, Astrid leans over a sleeping Hiccup to tap him lightly (well trying to tap lightly, Astrid tended not to have much control over he strength).
"Hiccup? Hey, wake up ..."
What| Astrid and Hiccup discover Ruffnut's mannequin
Where| Berk Store / Department Store
When| Start of Week 3
Warnings/Notes| Mention of Death
It wasn't home, but it was the closet thing to it. They've gotten comfortable in the Berkian themed store since they'd arrived, spending a majority of their time there, keeping a general distance from the rest of the arena. If they left, they left together, unless they traveled with someone else they trusted. But with time, they grew more accustomed to the paths and routines, developing a system in snagging food and supplies, and without much of an attack towards them, it became a bit easier to let someone walk off on their own.
Except Ruffnut hadn't arrived in hours (maybe more than that, Astrid could barely keep track of the days anymore) and it was getting to be a concern. Having kept the current watch, Astrid leans over a sleeping Hiccup to tap him lightly (well trying to tap lightly, Astrid tended not to have much control over he strength).
"Hiccup? Hey, wake up ..."
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He'd hopefully be a lot less of a burden and might actually be able to do something now that he was less dizzy and the hallucinating had almost completely stopped.
He started towards the shop's opening.
"Let's just hope she ran into Thor and got caught up admiring his muscles or something."
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She keeps the distance between them short as they walk out the shop, immediately taking a careful look at their surroundings. It's still quiet out, without much activity, though she was still sure to walk with caution, keeping her ears open while constantly scanning the environment.
"That's the hope. Knowing her, she probably did just get caught up in something ridiculous."
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"Maybe she's hiding somewhere or -"
He froze as he saw the shop window. It was the one that displayed the recent dead. As he stared at one particular mannequin there, he blinked a slow blink, temporarily in shock.
It was too much heaped on at once, finding himself here, dying senselessly without knowing he'd come back, getting tortured for no reason and sitting there unable to stop his girlfriend and friend from suffering, too, just for trying to help him.
And now this.
He slowly dropped to his knees, dragging his nails over his face, trying to hold in a scream.
Too much. Too much.
A chief protects his own. A chief protects his own...