Astrid was finding the new world that she had found herself in to be entirely too overwhelming. She hid it well but the place and all it's fancy technology was more than she could take in. It moved at a pace that was so fast she felt like she couldn't keep up and she was used to dragon racing. On top of that the weather was the opposite of the frozen tundra she was used to. All in all it left her more than a little ill at ease and needing a chance to escape from the towns.
The only thing this island had in common with the one she was from, were the beaches. She had found a cooler spot down by beach in the shade and having shoved off her furs and thick boots she took to sharpening the blade of her axe to the rhythmic lapping of the waves. No matter what happened, she was going to get through this, she was a viking and that's what they did. Still she was on high alert and ready to take down anyone that might have threatened her.
Rinoa hates this place like the plague. She really does. It was sex, sex, sex, with doses of deities and curses that made for all manner of uncomfortable situations. But hey, at least it had some great beaches, she supposed.
Normally she's not one to sun bathe much, but she's bored, and it's better than being in town right now. Rinoa loves people, but it's just too much sometimes. It reminds her that she's not at home, that her friends aren't here, and she has no one. At least on the beach, she can pretend otherwise, for a bit.
A pack of annoying gulls forced her to move her spot, and it's in search of a new perch that she notices Astrid. She pauses, mostly because she's not sure if she's seeing this right. But no, that's definitely an axe that girl has. On the beach. By herself.
For only a moment Astrid was too focused on her work to notice the footsteps of someone approaching. It isn't long though before her mind registers the presence of another individual and she is quick to her feet, axe in hand, eyes narrowed and waiting in an almost primal stance to see if she is in a threatening situation. Having only arrived a short bit ago and still not quite catching on to even what the network was she had not spoken to many people.
Of course, she had to remind herself, this was not her beach and there were plenty of people that were supposedly in the same exact situation she was in. Her eyes looked over the other girl.
"Are you one of them?" She asked accusingly, speaking of the natives of the island.
As soon as Astrid is up with the axe in hand, Rinoa backs up several paces, her towel balled up in her hands. At best, she could throw it at Axe Lady and make a run for it. What is this girl's problem?!
"One of who?" she asks in return, eyes wide.
This is... not how she expected this to go. She could wanted to get some sun. Instead, she's now facing someone with a big weapon, and with no means to defend herself. Especially not only dressed in a bikini, though it does easily reveal that she, too, is wearing a collar.
"The natives of this island?" She watches her for another moment, still wary and honestly she's just terrified herself and burying it as far under the surface as she can.
Finally she catches sight of the collar on her neck and her free hand comes up to her own neck and the one on her throat. It makes her ease up slightly, though she still stays guarded. Her voice however is softer. "You're a prisoner too, I take it."
The fear on the other girl's face also registers and she looks at her axe, before apologetically lowering it a bit. She'd made her point anyway. "Uh...sorry about that."
She hates that it might have been that obvious that she had gotten frightened. She drops her axe to the ground, before resting her arm on the pole of it. "Scared? Oh please, it takes more than that to scare me. It's instinct where I come from. If you aren't born with it, you don't survive childhood." So she was a little bit of a sass, but it was easier to scoff off the situation as if it had been nothing.
Her tone changes a bit at the question and she gives a chuckle. "That obvious huh? Arrived here about three days ago, if that."
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Date: 2014-12-16 03:42 am (UTC)The only thing this island had in common with the one she was from, were the beaches. She had found a cooler spot down by beach in the shade and having shoved off her furs and thick boots she took to sharpening the blade of her axe to the rhythmic lapping of the waves. No matter what happened, she was going to get through this, she was a viking and that's what they did. Still she was on high alert and ready to take down anyone that might have threatened her.
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Date: 2014-12-16 03:53 am (UTC)Normally she's not one to sun bathe much, but she's bored, and it's better than being in town right now. Rinoa loves people, but it's just too much sometimes. It reminds her that she's not at home, that her friends aren't here, and she has no one. At least on the beach, she can pretend otherwise, for a bit.
A pack of annoying gulls forced her to move her spot, and it's in search of a new perch that she notices Astrid. She pauses, mostly because she's not sure if she's seeing this right. But no, that's definitely an axe that girl has. On the beach. By herself.
Uh...
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Date: 2014-12-16 04:00 am (UTC)Of course, she had to remind herself, this was not her beach and there were plenty of people that were supposedly in the same exact situation she was in. Her eyes looked over the other girl.
"Are you one of them?" She asked accusingly, speaking of the natives of the island.
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Date: 2014-12-16 04:08 am (UTC)"One of who?" she asks in return, eyes wide.
This is... not how she expected this to go. She could wanted to get some sun. Instead, she's now facing someone with a big weapon, and with no means to defend herself. Especially not only dressed in a bikini, though it does easily reveal that she, too, is wearing a collar.
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Date: 2014-12-16 04:13 am (UTC)Finally she catches sight of the collar on her neck and her free hand comes up to her own neck and the one on her throat. It makes her ease up slightly, though she still stays guarded. Her voice however is softer. "You're a prisoner too, I take it."
The fear on the other girl's face also registers and she looks at her axe, before apologetically lowering it a bit. She'd made her point anyway. "Uh...sorry about that."
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Date: 2014-12-16 04:23 am (UTC)"No, it's... it's okay. Sorry if I scared you. But yeah, I'm a collared here, not a native."
She exhales, letting her heart rate lower and get her breathing back to normal.
"You're new, huh?"
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Date: 2014-12-16 04:28 am (UTC)Her tone changes a bit at the question and she gives a chuckle. "That obvious huh? Arrived here about three days ago, if that."