//Lost in time||Vikings and modern people||OPEN//

[sicksadworld.]

Lucia Nightingale
The woman listened to his words carefully, still not letting her guard down. Her brows knit together in a puzzled way as she didn't recognize the name of the town, nor the person she guessed owned the property. When he mentioned taking her prisoner her eyes widened in both fear and confusion. Is he crazy? She thought. Another wave of shock hit her as he mentioned a seer and 'the gods'. The only people she had ever known to be polytheists were Hindus, and he certainly didn't look like one. She was sincerely regretting her decision as he pulled some rope out of one of his saddlebags. Time seemed to slow down as her thoughts sped up to a million a minute. Fight or Flight. She couldn't beat him, but if she ran she would be alone in the woods again with a madman on her trails. Deciding with horror that her only option would be a combination of both, she sent up a silent prayer to God before grabbing a tree branch she had left at her foot, swinging it hard at his jaw, and ducking under his arms. She sprinted over to his horse, by now greatly startled, and fumbled around a bit unclasping the bow from the saddle. Grabbing a single arrow, she knocked it in place and drew it back like she was in archery class and stepped a few feet away from him and the animal. It was much harder to pull than her own bow, and she wasn't used to not wearing gloves, but she would grit and bear it for now until she could guarantee her safety. A bit out of breath from the adrenaline and dodging the horse's antics, she pointed the tip of the arrow at the stranger and threatened, "I'm not going anywhere if you're going to tie me up. I've taken archery and I know I can hit my mark, plus, I'm small but I'm fast. So I think I can dodge whatever you try to throw at me." She glanced at the ax he was previously fingering. "Listen, I don't want any trouble, I just want to get out of here and back home as soon as possible. Neither of us have any reason to trust each other, so if you don't like the idea of leading me back cooperatively I can just take this bow and run, or if you try and attack me again I'll send you down into the flames." Of course she wouldn't actually kill him, she could never. But he didn't know that, and if she needed to she would just wound him enough to get away. Her face was firm and set with her eyes glaring straight at his, their colors dancing as the first flash of lightning streaked across the sky. For the first time in her life she actually prayed she would look intimidating, eerie, supernatural; anything that would get this man to cooperate.

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The connection between skin and tree branch was a sharp, quick and slightly confusing feeling. Halvar grunted in reaction, immediatly unhooking the axe from his belt and holding it in his left hand, grip tightening but posture upright as he grinned at the sight before him. The girl, seemingly scared out of her wits, was clasping his bow and arrow. She was stiff but had obviously been round such a weapon before "You're holding your breath" he pointed out with a grumble, axe head pointed towards her. Ymir had skittered off sideways, the deer carcass hanging dangerously off the side of the saddle "I might as well let the gods deal with you now" he uttered as the lightning illuminated the forest around them "Now if you dont mind I need to get back into town before the rain sets in, a fever is the last thing I need" he added, almost mimicking her. He was cautious, but not scared, she clearly was no viking warrior, no shield maiden. Maybe a freed slave? "Who did you belong to?" he barked, shoulders shrugging as he talked, heading over to Ymir and taking his reins into his right hand, giving it a heavy yank downwards to subdue the animal "Where do you come from? Were you a slave? What are those garments" he questioned, hardly giving her a chance to answer and seemingly forgetting about the arrow aimed towards him. He pulled up his fur hood and began readjusting his kill, tightening the rope to keep it in place "You can relax the arrow, you either have two choices, try your luck in the forest over night and hope Thor does not strike you dead, or you can be my prisoner and hope that the people give you a fair trial and then you can choose to do what you like, that is if you arent found guilty of trespassing or some other crime" he mumbled as the rain began to slowly fall from the gathering clouds ahead.
It was then his brows knitted and he turned to face her "You arent a christian are you?" his stance stiffened and a loud thunder roll flew across the mountain tops, it shook to the inner core of Halvar. Thor was watching over him.

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Lucia Nightingale
The woman didn't appreciate the grin he had on his face after scaring her like that. Once he started talking, asking her more questions than she knew how to answer at once, she relaxed the bow. She was still very confused, and it seemed like he wouldn't take her seriously so she felt a bit defeated and on her wits end. Her voice started cracking a bit as she answered, "Look, nothing you've said so far has made any sense. I'm not a slave, I never have been, last i checked it was illegal. I'm from California, these clothes are normal for me, and I didn't do anything wrong! I don't even know how I got here or where I am, okay? So I'm sorry if I'm trespassing or whatever but that's no reason to make me a 'prisoner' or-" Her sentence cut off as a frightening thought hit her. He mentioned Thor, Thor was norse mythology. He certainly looked like a Viking, and many of the things he did and said seemed like those of one, and he seemed to sincerely believe in everything he said. She felt the blood drain from her face and nausea building in her stomach. An ice-cold droplet of water splashed onto her shoulder and she slowly walked over to him, holding the bow and arrow out to him before pulling her umbrella out of her purse. She pulled it over her head and asked, "What year is it?" staring at the ground, her voice dropping to just above a whisper. They were about three feet apart, so he would still be able to take back his bow and hear her voice.

Destin Alfsson
Destin had woken up early, as was his ritual, to milk the family cow. After that he started his chores around the house and snuck a bite of cheese for a small snack before breakfast. His family was not very wealthy, nor were they bad off. They had just enough for a modest living with a bit of comfort and that suited him just fine. They owned one cow, a handful of sheep and goats, a horse, three pigs and two dogs. Like many others in his village he also hunted in the woods for deer and other game. For a while now he had been experimenting with the idea of farming rabbits. He was almost finished constructing a hutch for them, now he just needed to catch some without killing them. In the mean time he figured it wouldn't hurt to go out into the woods and find places to set his traps. He retrieved his bow and quiver from inside in case he stumbled apon any game while he was outside (there was no use in wasting an opportunity to bring home fresh meat when he could). Before going out his mother insisted on him eating a small breakfast before he left so he downed a bowl of porridge and took an apple with him. The air was clear and crisp, a good day in his opinion. The smell of pine and dew everpresent with every step into the land of trees. He felt excited about this day, in a way he couldn't really explain. Right now it just felt good to be in nature. Seeing small birds swoop through the branches, and hearing the first few sounds of life echo through the branches, he had to remind himself of his intentions and continued on his way.

[☠>military brat.]

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[injuries;; N/A|status;; single|doing;; walking back|mood;; irritated |with;; Kay|@Skalavik]
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Ragna's dark blue eyes gazed apon the stranger with a stern expression, they were as changing as the sea as much as they looked like it. Capable of beauty and stillness, but also great rage. The look in her eyes now was none of these, quite frankly she looked frustrated. She had probably thought of killing Kay at least three times before speaking, pausing and opening her mouth only to close it when she did. She was rather speechless, which was something that Ragna thought she was incapable of. True God? What did she mean? Was she a Christian?? The villagers would not take kindly to such a person in Skalavik, and neither would she. It would be an insult to the gods to allow their enemies to sleep soundly in Norse beds. The place she spoke of was not one that she had ever heard before...America? How could there be a place like that within the reach of mere mortals and it be unheard of? Ragna had been many places with the raiding parties of her uncle, but perhaps it was possible that there were lands outside her knowledge. It's not like Skalavik got a lot of worldwide "what's happenin's" or news. "Your words are strange...but I think I understand. You are an...apprentice? And you are one of the few of your people who weild weapons like ours?" Ragna was talking to herself at this point, and rather quietly at that. Her eyes were fixed on the ground when she heard the sound of thunder, and felt the cool touch of rain on her forehead. Had the stranger's presence here angered the great God Thor?? Would her strike her down...or would he ask that of her? Perhaps it was best to leave the job of translating the God's wishes to the seer "I know not what to do with you. I could kill you...which would be easier, or I could take you to the leaders of Skalavik...and to the seer." Ragna stated with slight hesitation, though her voice was strong and confident. Her eyes showed a bit of doubt if you looked hard enough, she did not have the authority to kill her now. Which was frustrating to say the least. She could take the right of chieftain and Jarl of Skalavik, but only with the help of her uncle. She didn't want to be chieftain anyway, she wanted to be a great warrior...and for now she was stuck being a hunter and farmer.
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[InfectedHau]

ｋａ ｙ ------------------------------------ no injuries ✘ single ✘ following ragna ✘ excited ✘ tagged: ragna
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"I think I prefer the one that doesn't wind up with me bleeding out on the beach" Kay said, hoping that a bit of humor would placate the potentially murderous viking. Hopefully time travel worked the way she though it did, otherwise she might be in a bit of trouble. When she felt the first raindrops falling on her forehead, Kay quickly moved back into the shelter of the trees. Getting wet at this point would be a bad idea. "Besides, don't you guys have some kind of thing against killing unarmed innocents? My Norse hist-uh, knowledge, isn't the best, but I thought that was a thing. Is a thing. Whatever." How, she wondered, would she keep this up when it came around to trying to get back? The fact that she was from an unknown country seemed to make Ragna skeptical enough, what would she think if she was from another time period? Would she even be able to comprehend something like that?
Really though, Kay thought, did she want to go back? In her time, what did she have to look forward to? A few more years of college, then the rest of her life sitting at a desk. She didn't want to do that. Here, she could be a warrior, a fighter, just like the people in the books she'd always loved reading. Nobody would write any about her, of course, otherwise she'd have probably already read them, but still, it would be better than going to work for an engineering firm for the rest of her life. "Whatever you're going to do to me," she said, starting to shiver a bit, "Could you maybe do it someplace warmer? I'd really hate to die of hypothermia and deny you the pleasure of killing me."

[sicksadworld.]

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Halvars expression twisted from one of defense and wariness to one of pure confusion, he let out a chortle "Illegal? Slaves? Hah!" he folded his arms across his chest "How do you think the house work gets done? Shield maidens dont have time for that" he added, rolling his eyes as she carried on explaining. He hadnt heard of California, he couldnt mouth it properly in the way she said it. What he knew was that it definitely was not local and neither was it Eastern. He pondered over her words, maybe she was from England, maybe it was a larger village than those that they raided on the coasts. But how did she end up here? Was this Loki playing a trick on his senses or was this a failed invasion. She wasnt a soldier, she had a temper yes, but not a warrior. Small and wiry and her clothes would not help even the most seasoned of maidens. Hal frowned deeply as she began to panic, she babbled incessantly and it was beginning to become rather annoying. But she stopped almost as the thought to hit her came into his head.
Year? That was an odd question, maybe she had been struck down by Odin as a baby and it had made her dumb "The year is seven hundred and ninety nine and it is the beginning of a heavy winter brought on by Odin himself" his words rolled off the tongue with such snark it was almost piercing. His eyes wandered down to his possessions she was holding out and without much effort he took them from her, placing the bow into his left hand and arrow back in the quiver on Ymirs saddle.
"You act odd girl" he told her without much regard for her feelings "You havent eaten psilocybin mushrooms have you?" he asked in a more serious tone. The rain was rolling down his face now, beard matted to his neck and hair plastered to his face as the wind picked up around them. It was then that she produced a weapon and immediately his axe was raised and he was ready to swing. It was a big opening thing, he had never seen anything like it and she held it at an odd angle above her head. It looked like a small sail and had many points to it "You trickster!" he cried, teeth gritting as he looked for its weakness.

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Lucia Nightingale
"Relax, it's called an umbrella. It's only used to keep the rain off of me. It would need quite a few modifications before it could be considered a weapon." She quickly explained. Her tone was softer and more patient sounding. She let out a slow, heavy sigh as she thought about what she would have to do next. "I'm going to tell you something, but before I do, I promise that I'm not out of my mind, am part of any conspiracy to invade or harm you, and I can prove everything I'm saying is true. Just hear me out." She let her words sink in for a moment before continuing. "I don't know how or why but somehow I've been...transported here. I'm from the year 2016, from a land called America that is much farther west from here than you could travel. I can prove I'm from the future." The woman reached into her bag again and pulled her iPhone out. "This also isn't a weapon." She added quickly before he became defensive again. She turned it on and showed him the home screen. "This is a device that I can use to access music, record moments in time, communicate with people on the other side of the world, and search for all the known knowledge of the world." She opened up her photo album and showed him pictures of her home and neighborhood. "This is a photo of me and my dad at the beach in our homeland. Photos are records of reality." She turned the camera around and took a picture of him. She was sure to turn off the flash so she didn't startle him. Then she turned the screen around again so he could see himself on the screen. She kept her phone under the shelter of her umbrella so that it wouldn't get wet. She would need it functioning to convince other people of her story. "This also isn't any kind of magic. Technology has just advanced so much since this time things like this are commonplace." She paused her explanation to give him time to absorb everything. She watched his reaction carefully, hoping he would accept the truth. After a considerable amount of silence, she turned her phone off and slid it back into her bag. "Another thing you should know," She added. "I am a Christian. I know you don't like us but it's something I can't hide or deny. If you're willing, I can do some housework or other domestic chores for you if you let me stay after whatever trial you think i would need to go through. Besides you, I don't know anyone or anything about the area and others might not be as open-minded." Lucia knew that once she said she was a Christian, besides her being from the future, he may as well just kill her. But she had no where else to go and no one to turn to. She certainly looked pitiful enough. She was freezing, slightly wet, lost, and mournful over the loss of family and home. She prayed he would have some compassion on her, but at the same time decided that if she died then it would't be a worse fate, just a strange one.

Destin Alfsson
Destin had woken up early, as was his ritual, to milk the family cow. After that he started his chores around the house and snuck a bite of cheese for a small snack before breakfast. His family was not very wealthy, nor were they bad off. They had just enough for a modest living with a bit of comfort and that suited him just fine. They owned one cow, a handful of sheep and goats, a horse, three pigs and two dogs. Like many others in his village he also hunted in the woods for deer and other game. For a while now he had been experimenting with the idea of farming rabbits. He was almost finished constructing a hutch for them, now he just needed to catch some without killing them. In the mean time he figured it wouldn't hurt to go out into the woods and find places to set his traps. He retrieved his bow and quiver from inside in case he stumbled apon any game while he was outside (there was no use in wasting an opportunity to bring home fresh meat when he could). Before going out his mother insisted on him eating a small breakfast before he left so he downed a bowl of porridge and took an apple with him. The air was clear and crisp, a good day in his opinion. The smell of pine and dew everpresent with every step into the land of trees. He felt excited about this day, in a way he couldn't really explain. Right now it just felt good to be in nature. Seeing small birds swoop through the branches, and hearing the first few sounds of life echo through the branches, he had to remind himself of his intentions and continued on his way.

[☠>military brat.]

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[injuries;; N/A|feeling;; conflicted|doing;; talking|mood;; neutral |with;; Kay|@Skalavik]
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Ragna's face remained stoic when she expressed the option that she preferred, although she was slightly amused. Of course...when she mentioned innocence she did smirk a bit. Not really a humorous kind of smirk...more like a scoff in expression form. As she thought over her response for a moment, Ragna wondered if she really was innocent...and doubted that she counted as unarmed. Besides, although what she was saying was true, this was different. She wasn't a child, she wasn't a poor old maid, she was an intruder. One who claimed to be powerful to say the least. And on top of that he uncle wasn't the kind to care...unless it meant that his hold on their land was threatened. Most people did frown apon it. The women and farmers were more likely to care than any of her fellow shield maidens or warriors. She could tell them anything...that is if she wanted to. Her thoughts were interupted when the girl called Kay spoke again, her teeth chattering through the cold. It hadn't occurred to her just how cold she may be, especially now that she was wet. But she wasn't very in tune with other people's...well anyone's feelings. "Fine." She replied, the girl's voice was somewhat irritated...or just impatient. Opon the word she came up with an idea, and knew just where to take her. "Take this and cover your garments, we do not want the whole of the village asking questions just yet." She said as she handed her a fur cloak, one that she had stored in a smal deer skin pouch. She liked to be prepared for anything, and the weather was changing and unforgiving here. After doing so, Ragna started towards a small hut not far from her own. It was the hut of a fellow warrior, a man by the name of Aldrik.

Apon arriving at the door, Ragna glanced back at the redhead and wondered what he would have to say about her. "Do not speak of the land where you come from or your...magic." She added the last part with hesitation, still not sure if she totally believed her or not. After announcing her presence, she was welcomed by the large blonde man with a slap on the shoulder and a large bear hug. At first she was stiff, but she had come to expect this from her friend. "Good to see you as well my friend!" She choked out with a slight laugh, shoving him off so she could speak further. "It's been too long!" Adrik said with a smile, one that disappeared when he saw the other girl. "I am afraid that this is not a social visit, I bring a stranger. Her name is Kay, and she wander onto our lands...I know not what to do with her." She explained to Aldrik with a sigh, glancing back at her with an emotionless expression. Aldrik was a friend of her father's, and had been staying in Skalavik temporarily. He was also a friend of the chieftain, who Ragna preferred to avoid. "I see...and you wish for me to consult with Hagvart? And tell him of how....I found her?" Ragna noticed the humor in his slightly drunken tone, but ignored it. "I want you to...help me get her there unseen." That was true, but she really just wanted his help in general. Hagvart was not overly fond of the sheild maiden, mostly her tendency to not follow the rules if she didn't agree. And then there was the fact that her uncle technically owned all this land.
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[InfectedHau]

ｋａ ｙ ------------------------------------ no injuries ✘ single ✘ following ragna ✘ excited ✘ tagged: ragna
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Kay wrapped the cloak around herself, both grateful for the warmth and concealment it provided and a little weirded out that she was wearing a dead animal. She'd never been one to wear fur, even synthetic fur. It didn't gross her out or anything, she'd lived most of her life with various animal heads and skins mounted on the walls of her house, it just felt strange to be wearing one. Like she should be waving a club around and bashing potential mates round the head with it. Still, even with the cloak, she couldn't help but feel conspicuous, her fiery red hair would still probably stand out a fair bit amongst the largely Nordic populace she was descending into. Though now that she though about it, Kay the Red did have a bit of a nice ring to it...
Kay remained lost in her thoughts, ruminating on various titles she could give herself or various ways she could distinguish herself in this rather primitive time, until she registered another voice talking, a male one. Snapping out of her thoughtful trance, Kay took a moment to size up the new viking, this one apparently much friendlier than Ragna. Good to see that not everyone here was super intense and scary. The two were apparently good friends, though, because he was way frendlier with Ragna than Kay would have ever dared to be, and she wasn't hamstringing him right now. She'd zoned out a bit on the conversation, but she assumed that she was the subject. Well, best to introduce herself then. "Nice to meet you," Kay said, going to give the man a wave but thinking better of it and lowering her hand. Best to keep her twenty-first century clothes as indiscreet as possible. "My name's Kay, I'm sort of new here."

[sicksadworld.]

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His grip faltered around the axe handle as she calmly explained this thing she called an umbrella. The rain did not penetrate it nor did she seem to handle it like a weapon. A frown etched itself across his already bemused features, this girl talked as if she was almost fed up of his reactions, she acted like a shield maiden who was fed up of warriors trying to please her. It frustrated him somewhat but decided not to take his actions any further and placed the axe back in its rightful place on his waist.
She began to talk again, he did not interrupt her, he spent most of his time staring at her with shock and confusion. Everything she said made no sense to him, maybe she was a goddess after all, and this speak of her being from the future chilled him to the core. Maybe she was a guardian spirit, he could not fathom her explanation as she showed him a small thing in her hand. It lit up brightly and was not made of wood nor any metal he had seen, she touched it and it and it seemed to obey her every movement, it was like seeing the sacred waters in Uppsala again except none of what he was seeing made any sense, it was then pointed at him and somehow his entire being was projected in front of him on the shiny surface. He almost recoiled in horror at the sight of it, she had managed to find a way to capture time and keep it. His mouth hung open, droplets of rainwater sliding down his face and splashing over his lips, a flash of lightening brought him round out of the shock. He rubbed his eyes, sighing loudly and staring at the floor for a few seconds as she explained how she was a Christian. Every inch of his being told him to strike her down now but he could not stop thinking about the little thing she carried, nor her explanation for arriving in these lands.
"I..i.." he chuckled in disbelief, gaze raising to meet hers now "I have, nor know of any words to describe what you have just told me, whether they be true or not" he rolled his head back and let the rain soak him for a few seconds before reaching out and taking Ymirs reins "You will come with me back to the village, I will not bind you but you will have to show what you have shown and told me to the seer, he may have a better grasp of your information" he explained with a firm nod, giving a little click of the tongue to force the prey laden horse forwards "Keep close, it is not far but the forest is dark and full of trickery" he added gruffly as the heavy rain thundered around them.
His thoughts drifted to where he would keep the girl, he couldnt show the Jarl nor villagers what he had found before the seer had seen her over, it may lead to his execution. Halvar gritted his teeth and dug his feet into the sodden ground, striding back into the thicket and following the small path back to his home. First he would sort out his catches of the day before they bloated and then they would seek out the seer.
Every so often he gave a glance behind to check she was still there and not planning an escape or an attack.

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Lucia Nightingale
Lucia listened to his response and let out a quiet breath of relief. "Thank you." She replied and started following him by his request. Thank God... She tried to follow closely, so he would know she wasn't planning anything against him. Since it seemed like the rain was only going to increase, she decided to raise her umbrella a bit higher over her head so it would shield him as well. It was a small umbrella, and wouldn't hold up if the wind was heavy, but it was just large enough to block most of the rain. Besides, if she was going to depend on him, she would like to at least offer something in return. After a minute or two of silence, she felt the need to make some conversation. Normally she would have been fine with silence, but this situation was so different, so...unbelievable. The thought crossed her mind that she didn't even know his name nor him hers. "My name is Lucia Nightingale, sorry for hitting you with a tree branch. Where I'm from people don't usually bind other people unless they have some sinister intention. I thought you might have been insane. What's your name?" She asked, attempting to make the situation seem a little more normal. She was now walking at his side, often looking around the dark forest.