Comical Modern Ideas(Open)

[skadi]

Alvör had managed to stow away on a ship, relieve to discover that naval travel hadn’t changed all that much since the days of the Vikings. Her days. She would constantly have to remind herself that Vikings don’t quit, no matter the circumstances so suicide wasn’t an option. She would just have to live until she was killed like the rest of her family had. The only difference would be that she wouldn’t have them with her.

While stowing away, she found some clothes that she could use to blend in easier. She rather hated the feel of the cotton against her skin and missed her leather and pelts already, but with them on, she became a walking spectacle and she decided it was best to not draw any attention to herself. Were she back in her original time then she wouldn’t have hesitated to threaten them with their lives, but things were different here. She didn’t like it. In fact, she hated it.

When they made port in the massive city, she was in awe at everything around her. The bustling metallic beasts that she had come to understand were called cars dashed from place to place at speeds she never understood. Alvör began to wander around the city, wishing it were not so blistering hot in this city. She missed the snow and the ice, but staying at home wasn’t an option. However, she passed a massive building sporting signs with familiar symbols on it. There was the hammer of Thor, as she wore around her neck, a dragon that was commonly painted on shields, and the profile of a Viking ship. Before she could stop herself, she was sprinting up the stairs and into the exhibit where she saw many familiar things, nearly destroyed with age and on display for the spectators who wandered the hall. In the dead center of the room was a massive ship, still mostly in tact, the dragon on the cracked and faded with time, but still as perfect as could be. The sight nearly drove her to tears, but she blinked them away and pressed forward to discover just what had become of her society and what would have happened to her had she not frozen over.

After endless wandering, occasionally coming across an item she recognized far too well, she came across the wax figures. One was a pristine man dressed in what looked like peasant garb. Alvör arched a brow, wondering why they would make a stature of a peasant. It wasn’t until she saw the name of who the intended subject was supposed to be. Leif Ericsson. She exploded with laughter at the sight. True, the figure looked like a peasant, but an average and handsome peasant. Leif Ericsson was neither. Like most Vikings, he was massive and brutish with facial hair untended to. To say the least, he was not attractive. The fact that people in this new time would think he would look like that was extremely comical to her. At least there was one good thing about the present time.

[jeanaly]

Jean-Alyston was a girl that could'nt stay still... she was'nt hyperactive... it was jus' in her genes... or mayber in her cantness... she was sonstantly moovein' an' goin'. She now was in a museum, learnin' earht history... now learin' 'bout the ansient times. She was standin' in the middle o' a Viking exibition... she was wearin' a lon' black leather coat pulled together an' a hoodie pulled inta her face ta hide most o' her scecual futures... her legs an' feet however... where visible ta the keener eyes an' she walked. She kept her lower pair o' arms crossed an' hard ta notice for the avarage person. She suddenly heard runnin' an' a shishy an' dirty scent hit her nose... a few minits later smeone busts out laughin' laudly. She looked at the woman... an' her yellow catlike eyes narrowed slightly. The girl smelled like fish an' like the sea. She was different from all the other people... an' when she bust out laughin' then there was deffinitly somethin' wied 'bout the girl. She kept lookin' at her, studyin' her. She was a figher... Jean-Aly firueed jus' by the was she stood an' also her eyes where hard an' sharp. Jean-Aly hoped that sthe girl would'nt notice her catness an' the way she looked.

[skadi]

When she was finally done laughing at the wax figure of what was supposed to be Leif Ericsson, she wiped her eyes free of tears and in the process, noticed all the eyes that had fallen on her in her hysterical outburst, including Jean-Alyston. She swallowed a lump in her throat and muttered in Nordic under her breath before pressing on.

She came across a massive stonewall covered in runes. Reading the ancient text was simple for her. After all, it was her first language. When she came to the plaque on the wall explaining the ruin, she was surprised when it said that the majority of what the runes said was unknown. Besides knowing the symbol of Thor and a few others, these future dwellers knew nothing about runes. This furthered her depression. She already knew that he people had died out, but she didn’t know it was to this extent. Finally, she smirked and rushed to the table inhabited by children, who were busy scribbling wax onto a drawing of a Viking ship and melding flimsy helmets together with a white sticky substance. She snatched up a sketch of the ship and a black stick of wax before crossing the exhibit again and sitting down right in front of the stone that was covered in runes. Luckily, her father made her and her brothers study English reading and writing with the monks in English monasteries before they were allowed to join the family business.

Quickly, she glanced up, saw what runes the people couldn’t understand, and quickly drew them on the paper, writing their definition in English on the side. This continued until she had written down every rune and what it meant. She then retrieved the white sticky substance from the table and pasted her key beneath it, quickly leaving afterwards, knowing that whoever was so protective of the signs that they insisted upon them not being touched would probably not be happy with her. She was right. Immediately, the guards advanced upon her, bellowing that she was ruining the exhibit. She arched a brow before smirking. These tiny men truly thought they could take her one. She no longer cared about making a spectacle of herself. As always, she would die before she allowed these men to take her alive, but she wouldn’t kill them. She was feeling kind today. The first man received a kick in the lower belly, followed by another in the head, knocking him out cold. The other went to tackle her and she lowered her shoulder just in time to send him flying over her back and onto the ground. In all honesty, she was disappointed by their pursuit. She had at least hoped for a challenge.

“Don’t try to kill me, you numbskull.” she snapped at the guard that was still conscious. “I merely translated the runes.”

Her accent was heavily Norse, yet somehow it was much more graceful than that of her fellow Vikings. She stepped over the guards and continued to examine the exhibits. Rather than advancing her again, the guard pulled her page from the wall and began to study it. She smirked with a look of realization crossed the man’s face.

[jeanaly]

She watched the scene carefully studiyn' the girl's movement... they where clean an' fact... no unnececery movement... jus' like a true fighter... she was a good figher at that. She wane over ta her now. The girl actually knew how ta read... ancient runes... Wild Girl reliesed ta the girl actually knew a lot 'bout Vikings... then it hit Wild Girl... the girl was a Viking! Jean-Alyston's eyes grew wide... this was somethin' very new ta her!... jus' when she tough she seen it all... an' now here's an actual Viking girl... that god know how she got ta this time. Now Jean-Aly was intrested. She walked up ta her smilin' an' she waved gently.
" Hey there, sugar... so ya can read an' understand Runes i saw what ya did... that was pretty unusuall... yer one o' the very few i ever seen that can read an' understand Runes... how did ya know it at all? " She asked, her hard Canadian accent there as always, but she knew the answer ta it 'ready.

[skadi]

Alvör arched a brow at the woman who approached her, but then glanced back at the axe within the display case. She couldn’t just upright tell her that she was a Viking. That would get her killed for certain. Or did they do something else to mad people now? She wasn’t sure. No one would believe that the last time she had walked around and talked with people was in the year 1050.

“My father taught my brothers and me a very long time ago.” she answered bluntly, still examining the weaponry and helmets in the glass box. The idea of a glass box seemed bizarre to Alvör. Why would you conceal something with a substance you could see through? These people were stark raving mad in her opinion.

Part of her wished that she could freeze again and end up back home once more, but that most certainly wasn’t going to happen. She gazed at an old rune bound to a leather strap baring Thor’s hammer and she kept back a sigh and did everything in her power to keep from holding her own charm. Now it seemed that the gods were dead, but the necklace constantly reminded her of what she was and how she needed to stay strong.

[jeanaly]

" Ya cant fool me... i know ya are a Viking. " She wispered so that only the girl could hear. " i know from the way ya look at the objects that ya once where in that time... an' the Nordic stile necklace yer whearin', yer accent also gave ya away an' i can tell thats yer a pretty good figher, jus' by the ways ya move, oh an' noone can fell it on ya, but ya have a faint scent o' fish, sea an' iron. " She was still wisperin' an' then looked at her with her yellow eyes. She smiled wiedly exposin' her sharp canines in the process. She wanted ta give the girl a hint that they both where very unique an' different.
" Im Jean-Alyston by the way... if ya want i can show ya 'round the city, so that ya wont get lost. " She added now at normal tone smilin'.
" How come ya ended up in this time?... what happened with ya? " She asked wisperin' again.

[skadi]

She narrowed her eyes at the mention of being called a Viking. “I can’t possibly be a Viking. They’re all dead and women weren’t allowed anywhere near the ships or weapons.” While this was true, she managed to keep out the fact that she was the one woman who her society bent the rules for because of who her father was and her skill in combat.

Alvör caught a glance of Jean’s sharp teeth and her eyes narrowed. Perhaps she wasn’t the only different on in this vast new world. However, it seemed like the right thing to do was to give Jean her name as well. “I’m Alvör Gyðlaug Randver. She noticed that it may have been strange to give her full name, but that was the way she was accustom to meeting new people. “Being shown around this hell hole would probably be helpful.”

Upon being asked about her past, she froze, almost in a literal sense. Her body temperature dropped to an unbelievable frosty likeness. “I was frozen.” was all that she replied with. Of all the things that could be spoken of, the last thing she wanted to ponder was why she was here and not back where she was supposed to be with her father, brothers, and crew.

[jeanaly]

" Ya where frozen... danm... i was frozen once too... an' i know yer a full Viking... there where woman vikings too... an' yer one o' them... anway... im not from 'round here either... its wierder then yer orgin... anway... as soon as we'r in my car ya'll see what i mean. " She smiled slightly. She made her was out ta the streets an' opened the doors o' her Hummer.
" This is my car... i hope its confy for ya... an' i actually live in a school... a school for... well... its a school for mutants. " She said as she got inside an' closed the door.
" Ya can stay there an' ill find ya a room an' we'll teach ya eyerythin' 'bout modern times... how's that sound for ya? " She said pushin' the hood off o' her head an' turnin' back ta the girl. Her black cat ears, her purple color changin' gem, her cat eyes, an' her naturally purple hair all visible ta Alvör.
" im also a mutant... im known as Wild Girl. " She smiled at her.

[skadi]

She arched a brow at this. “No, there really weren’t women Vikings. Aside from me, but I was only given an exception because of who my father is…was.” the reminder of all her family being dead was still a brittle burden to bare.”

Alvör was just more and more confused. What on earth did weird mean? And what on earth was a mutant? Also, why did Jean believe so firmly that she was a mutant. Oridinarily, she would have instantly killed Jean upon seeing just what she was, but then she remembered where she was. Times had changed. Perhaps not all strange things were evil. After all, now she was strange.

She looked down at her knees and sighed. “I suppose I should know more about this place if I’ve been forced to live in it. I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about, honestly.”

[jeanaly]

" Mutants are people that are butn differently then others... these people are born with special abilities that others do not have... like im a mutants 'cause i was born like this... all cant like an' with 4 arms... im not evil... im jus' different an' ordinary people hate an' fear us, mutants for what we are... an' i spent most o' my life no on earht but on other planets, like the moon only much farther away. " She smiled at Alex. " Ordinary people can also stay at the school, but its very rare... an' im sure ya will like the school... the Professor's sure ganna let ya stay... he's a really nice guy." She spoke turnin' back an' startin' the car up. She drove towards the school. Soon they where there an' the gates opened an' she made her way inside. She parked jus' infront o' the mantion's door an' jumped out an' opened the car door for the girl.
" Welcome ta the X-Mantion, Alvör. " Wild Girl smiled wiedly an' took off her lon' leather coat, revealin' her lon' cat tail an' her 2 pairs o' arms... 2 normal an' 2 robotic. Let lower legs where also robotic.

[skadi]

Alvör continued to be confused. How could someone live on the moon? The mere idea was laughable to her. When she laid eyes upon the mansion, she was in a bit of a sense of awe. It was udderly bizarre to her, yet it looked like a stone monistary to her.

“This isn’t going to happen.” she stated suddenly, turning on her heel and slinging her bag over her sholder and walking back towards the gate. After all, she used to rob and burn down buildings like this one on a regular basis. Living in one, however, was a completely different story. She couldn’t stay here. She needed to keep whatever sanity she had left in tact. True, she did live in a monastery for a year, but that was only because her father forced her to learn different languages. And once she and her brothers were done with their schooling they burned it down anyway. However, for once they were kind enough to let the monks leave the building before torching it.

[jeanaly]

" why not?... where would ya go? ya whave nowhere else ta be... im offerin' a place for ya ta stay in... whats wron' with it?." She asked Alvör.
" This can withstant extreme punishement, so if yer thinkin' o' burnin' it... its not ganna happenen... the matirials can be treated so that they don' burn... is that the case... why would ya want ta even burn down our home?... i know ya where used ta it but its very sevierly punished by modern law. " She explained smilin' slightly.
" Come on... make yerself at home. " She walked up the stairs an' motioned for the girl ta follow her.

( im out o' ideas for now... um maybe Wild Girl can get triggered an' go inta her animal state? )

[skadi]

She glanced at Jean before glaring at the building again. It seemed that the strange girl was determined that Alvör stay, dispite how much she wanted to burn the damn place down. Burning things down was just as illegal in her time as it was now. That was why Vikings always fled from the scene of the crime. In all actuality, they were just like pirates, with the exception of the exploring and exactly where they stole their goods.

“Fine. I’ll stay one night, but if I still want to leave in the morning you had better let me or by Thor, you will regret it.”

Begrudgingly, she climbed the steps, an unpleasant scowl on her face.

[jeanaly]

" Right... an' after tht one night... where the hell are ya ganna go or stay at?... nowhere safe... an' why do ya even want ta burn the mantion down? " She asked with a frown as the girl finally walked up the steps. She suddenly felt immidiat danger... an' a small red dot on alvers back. She grew wied eyes an' let out a gasp.
" Get down! " She yelled at the girl an' pushed her out o' the way jus' as the shot was fired. She was hit jus' in her back sendin' her onta the ground hard. She was stunned an' bleedin' slightly... it would be fine in a few minits, she stayed on the floot an' with her leg she kicked the door so it would be closed.
" oh man... jus' give me a... mimit... over here " Wild Girl groaned.

[skadi]

In a matter of seconds, Alvör opened her eyes and sat back up, craning her neck to look at the cut in her back. She looked disappointed. It wasn’t even a good enough cut to leave a respectable scar. She pulled her bag over to her and pulled out her axe, which took up most of the room in the bag, the other small space inhabited by her original set of clothes, her sword, and a few daggers. However, the axe was her favorite.

“Is this really considered painful now days?” she mumbled with a shake of her head. “I didn’t realize how wimpy humans had become in my absence.”

She stood up and twisted her axe in the air, waiting for something else to happen. “Can I take something’s head off yet?” she snarled at the door.