We are One

Anna followed him carefully, being sure to keep out of the way of the other workers. The last thing she’d want was to interfere with someone’s job.

“Arendal,” she responds, smiling. “We spent the summers there when I was little. It’s right on the coast, all fjords and mountains and forest, it was beautiful.” However, her smile quickly sours, her lips tugging down into a frown. “My sister got sick, though. And we had to stop going. So, I haven’t been in years. I’d love to go back one day.”

“Arendal?!”  Kristoff repeated excitedly.  That was near the mountains where they hid!  His excitement instantly dropped at the change in Anna’s mood,  though.  Which was,  to him,  a palpable as a sensation much as temperature to others.  (Small shifts are often barely notable,  but bigger shifts draw attention.)  

“I am sorry if I brought up any painful memories ... that was not my intention.”

“Ack,”  he playfully hand - waved her questions  “Favorite food?  No food.  Best friend?  Sven.  Foot size ...”  Kristoff lifted his troll - made clad foot for a moment to look at it  “I guess we vould have to measure at nearby shoe store.”

But when he looked over at Anna and noticed how serious she seemed to be about this,  he dropped part of his jolly act and send her a less goofy and more fond smile instead.  

“Sorry,”  Kristoff admits “Old habits.  Let's have lunch and ve can talk.”

Nathan was almost thrown off his feet by her weight when she threw her full weight against him,  stumbling back two steps before regaining his balance.  He was holding his hands up defensively until he realized what was really going on.

Oh ... Victoria was hugging him ...  It felt like it had been years since he felt the warmth of another body.  It took another few moments of hesitation before he wrapped his arms around her as well,  pulling his friend close against his chest.

“It’s nice to meet you, Kristoff,” Anna responded, blushing a bit at his compliment of her name. She’d never felt strongly about it, one way or the other, but hearing someone else call it strong filled her with a certain sense of pride. Was she strong? Maybe. But she definitely wanted to give off that impression.

She eyed the other’s hand before taking it. Hans would certainly have something to say about this, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him. Besides, he would just be happy his fiancee was returned in one piece.

“Are you from Norway? My parents were born there.”

Kristoff folded his hand around Anna’s with an unexpected lightness,  the touch barely noticeable if it wasn’t for the sight of his big hand enveloping hers.  (His skin was also surprisingly cold to the touch.)

He leads her through the bowels of the ship,  greeting some of the workers they passed by tipping his hat to them.  “Yah,  pretty far up the Nordic mountains,  dough.”  Kristoff answered,  seeming excited to be able to talk about home.

Changeling children often develop something coined a  ‘sphere of innocence’  that makes the humans catching them in the act of stealing food or other objects less likely to harm them than other trolls. (This is arguably less of a  ‘magical aura’  and more of a natural instinct to care more for a child of their own kind than trolls,  though.)

Trolls are often very attracted to the Changeling children accepted into their group,  both because they think they are pretty and because it makes it more likely their offspring will be born with souls.

When Changeling children are still young they are still resistant against any troll weaknesses and can do their bidding in places they can usually not travel  (like churches and other holy grounds).

Because most of these positives usually lose their shine once the Changeling gets older and further into their transformation to a troll,  trolls start losing their interest in them and neglecting them.

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Anna could recognize his words and accent as Norwegian — just like her parents. This fact immediately made the large man before her just a bit less intimidating. She laughed with him, a reassurance that no offense was taken at his words.

“I was on my way back from the sickbay. My finger and I aren’t exactly on the best terms,” she spoke, holding up her newly bandaged thumb. “I truly appreciate you taking the time to bring me back. My fiance is probably freaking out. Did you say you name? I don’t think either of us said our name. I’m Anna.”

He let out another one of his hearty laughs in response to her bandaged up finger,  handing his shovel to one of his colleagues before closing more of the distance between them.  “Ah,  yah,  I get called Kristoff.”

“Ana is nice name.”  he complimented,  giving the left side of his chest two soft taps with his fist to resemble a heartbeat  “A strong name.”

Clint Barton

does your muse, while fighting …

fight honorably  /  fight dirty  /  prefer close-quarters  /  prefer range  /  chat during  /  go silent  /  low pain tolerance  /  high pain tolerance  /  attack in bursts  /  attack steadily  /  go for the kill  /  aim to disarm  /  fight defensively  /  strike first  /  provoke easily  /  provoke their opponent  /  tease  /  get visibly frustrated  /  shout while attacking  /  use strategy  /  focus on their battle  /  experience conflicting thoughts during battle  /  rush in recklessly  /  try to read their opponent before fighting  /  fight wildly  /  fight calmly and,  or apathetically  /  fight with anger  /  fight with excitement  /  fight because they have to  /  fight because they want to  /  fight without regard to wounds  /  run away when wounded  /  hide wounds  /  take a blow to protect another  /  prefer a blade  /  prefer a gun  /  prefer to use their ability  /  prefer a bow  /  prefer a shield  /  prefer a pole arm  /  prefer a personalized weapon  /  prefer magic or spells  /  prefer brawling  /  their greatest weakness is physical  /  their greatest weakness is mental  /  their greatest weakness is emotional  /  transform for battle  /  fight as they appear  /  rely on strength  /  rely on speed  /  use everything they have  /  hide their full potential  /  exhaust quickly  /  high stamina  /  doubt their strength  /  proceed with caution  /  behave arrogantly  /  brag after landing a hit  /  belittle their abilities  /  use psychological tactics  /  use brute strength  /  avoid civilians  /  strike down civilians  /  damage surroundings  /  avoid damaging surroundings  /  signature fighting style  /  making it up as they go  /  mastered skillset  /  learning their skillset  /  fancy footwork  /  sloppy footwork  /  messy fighter  /  elegant fighter  /  accept defeat  /  refuse defeat  /  beg for mercy  /  compliment their opponent  /  insult their opponent  /  use unnecessary movements  ( flips,  twirls )  /  move efficiently  /  barely move  /  prefer to dodge  /  prefer to block  /  defend their blindside  /  has no blindside  /  use all available advantages  ( ex :  use a gun but also throw punches,  kick out while blades clash,  etc. )  /  strictly use one main method  /  play around  /  hold back  /  fight ruthlessly  /  show mercy  /  wait for opponent to be ready  /  strike when opponent isn’t ready  /  fear death  /  fear pain  /  fear killing  /  has PTSD  /  avoid fighting  /  has lost a fight  /  has won a fight  /  has killed  /  refuses to kill  /  want to die standing  /  would succumb slowly.

Clint takes in the words and considers their chances.  “Am I the first person you went to?”  he asks,  just to make sure,  even though he knew  (or at least hoped,  beyond all hopes)  that the answer was yes.

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Stats:

NAME  ’Kristoff Bjorgman’ AGE  ageless CLASS  lower working class POSITION  engineering class,  mostly kept working below deck

Biography:

Kristoff vaguely remembers an old song sung by human - beings towering over him when he was still very young.  They did not scare him, however,  but they made him feel warm and safe.  (A concept that now seemed nearly impossible to him.)

He has only ever known life with the Trolls,  and though he acknowledges he looks odd compared to them,  Kristoff never really realized he was human until he met one up close.

Once the truth did come out,  it wasn’t pretty,  and it didn’t take long before he ran away from the only home he ever knew.  Now he lives from job to job,  which eventually led him to a very particular ship.

(Creatures like him are often attracted to chaos and upcoming doom,  even when they sometimes aren’t aware of this themselves.)

Connections:

Send my muse a word and they’ll tell you something about their past related to that word.

(There was no muse specified,  so I’m going with one of my spotlight muses.)

“Escape…?”  Charles repeated the word somewhat numbly,  the very sound of it bringing unpleasant feelings of pressure and adrenaline.  Like someone had told him to run while his feet were weighted down to the floorboards.

But while the feeling was almost overwhelmingly there,  the memories stayed behind,  locked away behind a wall of mist.  “I suppose everyone has … something they try to escape from,”  he finally spoke,  momentarily taking off his hat so he could run a hand through his hair  “Some people just can’t.”