Frosty Findings(Open)

[decemberfirst]

Anya watched, unsurprised at the snow moving around in her hand. Although she knew it was her powers, she still found it amusing. She listened to Alvor's story in shock and stayed silent until she was finished.

"Whoa," Anya just stared at her, "You're right. You do sound mad..." she admitted, then smiled. "But Vikings are cool so I'll make an exception," she teased, but then she was serious again almost instantly. "So you have nowhere to go? No place to stay?" She looked at the tattered tent and then looked back at her

[skadi]

She sighed. “I told you it was insane. Even I think it’s insane, but it seems to be the only explanation there is. Either that or whatever god there is is punishing me for something, but there would still need to b some explanation. Things don’t just happen. Well, they do, but not these kinds of things.”

Alvör glanced back at her tent as well and managed to smile. “Right now, no, but I actually would rather have no where to go right now. I spent many of my days like this so it’s a bit more normal than the massive city I just came from. I think I just need some time to adjust before I’ll be ready to go out into the world again.” Finally, she took a bit of her fish and made a slightly disappointed face. She truly missed the halibut and salmon she often caught at home.

[decemberfirst]

"Actually, I think it makes perfect sense. I'm not saying it can be proven or anything, but it does make sense. I knew from just looking at you that you were from a different time period. Or thought you were dressed like one," she admitted. "But I know other people who have crazy stories like this. There are immortals out there, and I've heard of one who can bring the dead back to life. Compared to those guys, you're not even considered to be crazy."

Anya hoped that would make her feel better, and listened to what she said about adjusting. "Well, if you think its best, you should go for it. But, if you ever do want a place to stay, you could come and stay at the mansion. I'm sure the professor wouldn't mind."

[skadi]

Alvör looked shocked at this. Raise the dead and immortality? Where others would declare it madness, to her it sounded like the work of gods. However, she was raised to worship a selection of gods, which would now be considered pagan. “Well at least I know things could be more insane.”

Alvör smiled at Anya.

“You’re talking about the Xavier mansion, aren’t you? Someone already dragged me there and made me stay a night. She wouldn’t even let me kill the person who gave her a tiny pathetic wound. Pathetic by my standards at least. I almost have more scars than skin.” If you were to examine Alvör, you would discover this was true. The was a scar from a broken arm near her elbow, a knife wound in her belly, several deep gashes, and many more. However, as she said, it was an occupational hazard. There were many of them.

[decemberfirst]

She nodded and smiled when she said things could be more insane. It was definitely true.

"Who dragged you?" she asked, still smiling. Then she laughed slightly, "Well, I know vikings are violent, but nowadays if you kill someone, you get in serious trouble for it. Even if they hurt your friends," she admitted.

When she mentioned the scars, she had to look. She'd noticed the scars before but hadn't thought much of them. "Every scar comes with a story," she laughed again, "You must have a lot of stories then."

[skadi]

“Some girl named Jean. You don’t know how hard I had to work to get out of there. It wasn’t that it was a bad place or anything, I just still need time to figure everything out. That and I was convinced I would go mad because the place reminded me of a monastery and I’ve spent all my life burning those down, with the exception of when my father sent my brothers and I there to learn to read and speak different languages. However, once we left that monastery, we burned it down too, but we didn’t kill anyone or destroy anything. The monks already knew it was going to happen so they moved everything out and began construction on a new building before we even left.” she smirked at this memory. She had her brothers got into more trouble than Loki himself.

Alvör gazed down at her arm, examining a scar near her elbow. “That I do. I broke my arm for this one,” she stated, pointing to the one she was examining. My bone poked out and I had to keep it bound down for months. Now that was a good one. Somehow, I still won the fight. I guess that was the good thing about being the only female Viking. I was always underestimated.”

[decemberfirst]

She listened to her stories and then smiled. "I'm underestimated too. They think just because I'm small that I'm helpless," Anya admitted, then added, "But they learned there lesson."

Anya was definitely small. She was thin, almost boney, and only five foot three. But once she had her swords, whoever she was up against might as well give up. Since her powers were the opposite of helpful in physical combat, she felt like she had to learn to use a weapon. She did, and her speed and size definitely come in handy even if her mutant abilites don't.

[skadi]

Alvör merely smirked at this. She had been there and done that since she was a child. If there was anyone who knew the cons and pros then it was she. “Well being underestimated gives you an advantage. If you surpass their expectations then you have the element of surprise.”

Alvör yawned after swallowing a bite of her food. It had been a long day. Wandering for an acceptable place, then setting up camp, followed by fishing and her ordinary exercise, which she never went a day without doing. Since she was no longer allowed to kill people on sight she had decided that she might as well damage some of the trees. If you were to look closely at some of the trees surround the area, you could see many chunks of wood taken out at the point of a sword or the blade of an axe

(sorry, i thought i had posted this forever ago, but appearently the post button didn't wanna push.)

[decemberfirst]

(It's alright I've done that before )

Anya nodded, smiling at remembering the first time she really won a fight. "It definitely does. The element of surprise is always a great advantage."

She yawned, too. She'd spent all day wandering around in Canada, and knew it would probably take forever to get back to the mansion. She might as well just stay there with Alvör, if she trusted her enough to let her.

[skadi]

Alvör pulled one of her hidden daggers out of her boot and began fiddling it between her fingers aimlessly as if it were nothing more than a harmless stick. She hugged the blade between her forefinger and her middle finger before hurling it into a tree.

Alvör stretched her arms over her head. “If you don’t mind furs you can stay here. Lately I just end up coating myself in ice when I sleep anyway. It doesn’t smell the best, but it’ll keep you warm.”

[decemberfirst]

Anya watched her play with her dagger curiously. It wasn't everyday that Anya met someone who plays with knives just out of boredom like that. Then it was hurled into another tree and she smiled.

"I don't mind fur," she admitted, smiling. "And I'm too tired to go hiking all the way back to the mansion, anyway... does the ice keep you warm?" she raised her eyebrows. Ice didn't seem very warm or comfortable to sleep on.

[skadi]

Alvör shrugged. “No, it actually makes me cold, but whenever I get too warm I tend to get sick so I generally just use the fur as a cushion if the ground gets too hard.”

She yawned and stretched her arms over her head. “Well I get up before the sun rises so I’m off to bed.” Alvör stood up and kicked off her boots into the tent, before she crawled into it, curling into a ball on one side of the tent, coating herself in a blanket of ice before she shut her eyes to go to sleep.

[decemberfirst]

"I guess that makes sense," she shrugged, guessing that sense she had those ice powers that being to hot would make her feel sick.

Before sunrise? That's pretty early, she thought. She watched as Alvör kicked off her boots and climbed into the tent. Then Anya followed, "I guess I will, too." She was right, the fur was warm, but it also didn't smell to good, either.

It always took Anya a while to fall to sleep, so she laid there staring straight up for a while, until she finally drifted off to sleep.