Super Snack Scavenging (Horik / Spike)

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Time and Date::  December 4th, Noon. 

Weather:: Sunny and a little breezy
Previous Threads?:: haha no way this site is new
Characters:: Spike, Horrik, and anyone else that joins in

The shimmering shores of Berk sparkled as the waves tumbled in and slid back into the ocean. It sure was a good day for sailing if anyone wanted to. But Spike had something else in mind to fill the day, in hand was a prickly basket, which obviously looked liked it was handcrafted. And it was, by good ol' Grannie Rose. She convinced her grandson to use it and he did. "Wow! It shouldn't be this nice this time of month! But I'm not complaining!" He chuckled as he scooped up a soaked rock and tossed it into the basket. The punk was collecting rocks, not for his own personal collection but for his dragon. Fluffy always loved things from the seaside, probably because of the salty flavour.

Brushing his blond hair back, he patted some sand off his worn down jacket. He thought about swiping some seashells as well, but he didn't know if Whispering Deaths could devour such things. It sure was a risk he wasn't willing to take. So he just left the colorful shells alone. "I sure wish I had a book to read about Fluffy! Then again, I wouldn't read it anyways!" He laughed to himself. He was glad no one else was around. Spike had glanced over at the endless ocean, somewhere out there was another person also looking at the ocean. Since there was never much on the beach, the ocean was the only thing you could look about without getting bored.

Maybe some huge dragon still lived under the sea, it was possible. Except he wasn't going to swim that deep to find out. So he continued to pick tasty rocks on the beach. And a few sea shells for his buddy.

[Horik Stormpike & Argent]

Horik slid down a dirt slope and felt his feet hit the soft sandy beach. This day was literally great considering the time of year it was, at this point it would be cold enough to not wanna be outside. He decided to leave his sleepy nightmare at home this time, usually Argent would accompany him outside, but he was dead asleep so Horik didn't bother. He stood up and started walking down towards the ocean side, as he made it to the edge of the beach he looked out onto the ocean. Bright, sunny, and a light breeze in the air was all that seemed to welcome him to the shoreline, he didn't mind. He just turned to the side and started walking down the beach head thinking to himself, and enjoying the weather.

For awhile, Horik was just quite. But he started to talk to himself of course. When ever someone questioned why he talked to himself, he liked to reply to them with:

" It's nice to have an intelligent conversation every once and awhile. "

Ya, try saying that to a bunch of burly vikings that could whip a log half way across the island in a single throw, which also kind of helped his point.

Horik scratched the fuzz on his chin when he noticed someone else on the beach. Didn't surprise him when he did see someone else though, but it wasn't someone Horik had really seen before. He made his way over towards them and picked up a rock from the ground as he moved closer. They didn't seem to notice him yet. He whipped the rock so it would land in the vision of the person and likely get their attention.

" And what are we doing on this fine day collecting rocks for? One's imagination could be soaring right now. " Horik said behind Spike.

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Humming the anthem of the B.A.D gang, he could had sworn someone was throwing a rock near him. Spike looked up from the sandy beach to catch the sight of a recently thrown rock. "Whoa! Who threw that? Am I being assassinated already?" Spike asked himself as he looked around to find the person who had caught his attention. He spotted a man after turning around, a sneak attack it seemed! Too bad he never studied on these things! Maybe he could get a picture book with instructions, that wouldn't be too bad to check out. 

"Watch where you're throwing things, will ya?" Spike asked as he waved his hand. As soon as the punk heard the questions on what he was doing, Spike grinned a wide smile. "Oh! I'm collecting these for my dragon! She loves snacking on these treats! Not sure about the shells though but they sure look neat!" Spike tilted his head about the other half of the sentence. "Soaring? Flying? Nah! My buddy can't fly! I mean I wished we did but she prefers the dirt. Speaking of which," the punk pointed at the other. "Whatcha doin' out here? I don't think you're the type for rock collectin'!"

[Horik Stormpike & Argent]

Horik listened to Spike and looked at the rocks and shells he had already collected.

" Hmm? Your dragons like to snack of rocks. So, boulder class obviously correct? Gronckle or Whispering Death? Or possibly another dragon? " Horik said as he moved to the other side of the younger viking. and plucked the rock from out of his hand and looked at it." Argent would have a fit if I brought him back a bunch of rocks to eat. " I explained to myself for the most part, but loud enough for Spike to hear me.

Horik's eyebrow raised as he heard Spike ask what he was doing out here on the beach, and the comment about collecting rocks. He smiled and looked out to the ocean and horizon. " My friend, I am out here for this. " He said as he gestured his hand across the landscape." And unless the rocks have ore inside of them, then no, I'm not the collecting type. "

He moved again, but this time behind Spike and put his hands on his shoulders. " You see, I'm not the collecting type. " He said as he moved from one side of Spike to the other side with his head and arms for exaggeration. " I'm what you like to call an inventor. Maybe you heard of me? Horik? You know. " He switched to the other side of Spike again. " The guy that likes to heckle the hecklers when I'm presenting my new invetions to the village? "

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The punk farmer nodded at his guess, or answer.  "Yep! Fluffy's a Whispering Death! But W.D. sounds so long, don't cha think?" He asked with a shrug, dropping a few rocks from his basket. The other moved around him for some odd reason. He said something about 'Argent' which he guessed was this guy's dragon. Perhaps his dragon wasn't a Boulder class like Fluffy, which was a pointless task if you gave it rocks.

When the stranger answered Spike question, he just gestured out to no where in particular. Which was kinda weird, was he talking about the air or...? Well he didn't question it, people sure had strange reasons to be on the beach talking to a guy that was collecting rocks.  "Aaaallllright. Not here for rocks, could've just said 'nah' bud." he shrugged again.  "If ya do find some ore, would cha mind handing em' to me? Fluffy loves ore more than plain rocks!" he laughed with a cheery smile.

Spike got confused on where the other was at now since he kept moving around, but he jumped in surprised when he felt hands on his shoulders. And then he kept moving! Spike wondered if this guy was going to wear himself soon, or if he ever was going to get tired. The mysteries of life. "Inventor? Horrik? Heckies?" Spike repeated confused. He hummed in thought and rubbed his chin.  "Hmmmm, nope! Not much news get to the farm!" He snickered as he tossed his previously dropped rocks back into the basket.

[Horik Stormpike & Argent]

Horik listened to Spike speak to him. First about the whispering death, then about how news doesn't get out to the farm all to often.

" Well that explains why I havn't seen your face around the village before. Because your probably barley in the village. " Horik stated plain and simple to Spike. He moved out from behind Spike and looked at him and held out his hand to him. " Now. We never had a proper introduction now did we? You already know my name, Horik. And what might yours be?"

After the two shook hand and all, Horik raised his eyebrow. "Heckies? Just realized you said Heckies. Its Hecklers. With an L. You do know how to speak properly don't ya?"  Horik asked curiously, not leaving a whole lot of time before waving his hand and then resting it on the hilt of his dagger. " Not truly importent I suppose. So is this all you do when your out here? Collect rocks for your dragon? and as a side note, if I find ore, I'm melting it down and using the metal for my invetions. If I have any left over, eh, I suppose I can throw it your way. "

Horik looked around the beach head, only to see, well beach, Nothing else and no one else. Horik motioned for Spike to walk with him and talk, standing made Horik restless when he talked to someone.

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"Of course, would there be some other reason?" Spike asked, tilting his head. Like he would be cooped up in some house over in the village, this cool kid hung out in the underground B.A.D. base and up in the farm! Which was way more interesting than what the village had to offer. Spike removed his spiked glove and shook Horrik's hand. "You can call me Spike!" He chirped with a cheery grin. "Since that's what everyone else calls me!" And also because he actually forgot his name, it might had been Remedy- wait that was Remi's name. Perhaps it was Fluffy- no how could he guess that wrong.

Blinking in confusion, he shrugged. "Heckies and Hecklers sure do sound the same. And I'm pretty sure I could speak probably some other time-" Spike was interrupted by Horrik's hand waving. Then the other started chattering again. Spike was still surprised he still had enough breath to talk after all that moving around. He crossed his arms, with the basket carefully rocking by his side. "Not all the time, buddy! I have friends to catch up with here in the village too! We keep ourselves entertained." Spike snickered, the entertainment him and Remi had were teasing the annoying ViTs which is much more interesting than you think. "Neato! Look forward to the scrap you toss. Fluffy too!"

Looking around, Spike realized Horrik was moving again. The famous walking and talking. "So, you talked about your dragon. What kind of beaut are they? He curiously asked, brushing some of the blond hair away from his own eyes.

[Horik Stormpike & Argent]

Horik caught the guys name as Spike. It was an intersting name to him, not your normal name of course.

He heard Spike as about what kind of dragon he had. He shrugged as they walked across the sandy landscape. " Argent's a Monstruous Nightmare. But some nightmare he is. " He laughed as he looked over to Spike. " Argent is the only nightmare that wouldn't hurt a fly I think." It was true, Argent had to of been the dopeist dragon there was on the island, so laid back and just so.. well, in lol lol land. " I find it ironic that you call your whispering death fluffy. " Horik had stated as he looked out towards the ocean.

" So tell me more about yourself. Anything really. Favourite colour, what you like to do in your spare time. Intriuge me. " Horik suggested as he returned his gaze back to Spike. " Unless of course you have something else you would like to propose. " He wasn't sure if Spike was getting half the words that he was using, he was hoping he was though. Nothing would be worse then having to explain a bunch of words to someone, then them not using them ever. That was a pain in the butt.

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"Monsterous Nightmare, niiiiiceeee," he said in his cool toned voice. "They sound like Fluffy! She's a harmless puppy!" Spike laughed as he examined one of the rocks he picked from the basket. Spike glanced over to Horik, raising a brow that was under his long hair. Was he question Fluffy's way perfect name? The punk shrugged, "Fluffy's a nice friendly name! And it doesn't scare people if I told people the name of my Whispering Death," he explained with a couple of hand gestures with the basket in the other.

Spike glanced over at the boring ocean. "Me? What's there to talk about? I'm a farmer that lives with an old lady along with the cutest dragon," he chuckled as he placed the rock he was examining back in it's rightful place, the basket. "Uhhh what else, I'm not that interesting to be honest. I guess I maintain the underground tunnels that Fluffy makes. Gets to places easier. Along with some pretty sights." But that was Fluffy and most of the sights were some shards of crystal or something. That was way girly so Spike just fed them to his dragon.

"What about you? You're an inventor right? What do you make?" The punk asked. Maybe he made traps and pranks like Venny, not that she made anything that was worth while.

[Horik Stormpike & Argent]

Horik watched the ground that they continued to tread upon. Curiously looking for any off looking rocks, they were usually of use to him. Other than that, he just continued to listen to Spike as he talked. He heard him ask about what he has invented and Horik just grinned.
” Well... There’s way too many thing’s that I’ve invented. Both on paper and physical machines. “  He paused and thought on an example. ” Well... For example… have you seen those crossbows that some of the people around town use? “ He kind of doubted Spike would know because very few people used the crossbows he designed, it just wasn’t very Viking-ney, people just preferred to stay with the bow and arrow if they were going to use ranged weapons at all. ” Now, although I did not build the crossbow itself, I invented some of the pieces that go along with it. For example, one of the pieces allows you to fire just as fast as you can pull back the bow on the crossbow. It’s pretty much a semi-automatic kind of system, still requires manual work. But at least you don’t have to put the bolts it. “
Horik kicked one of the rocks that came in contact with his foot. ” I mean. I have other designs I want to make. But I need help making them. “ Horik paused and looked over to Spike. ” And thing is, it’s pretty simple to make it, I just need the materials and the tools to do so.“

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The punk realized he may had asked the wrong question as Horik went off to some speech. "No need to name them all," he awkwardly chuckled. Spike rubbed his chin, reviewing back the times he was recently in the village. He thought about crossbows, but he shook his head. Nothing really rang a bell. "It's like a.... Fancy bow and arrow kinda deal?" Spike asked, pulling an imaginary bow.

But then Horik kept spiraling down into unwanted explanations about the cross bow. Spike just decided to nod and tried to understand most of it. He didn't question anything about it since that would result in more confusing talk about how gadgets work and how gears turn. Soon enough they might about about physics and that was the most boring thing. 

As soon as the inventor said he needed some help, Spike grinned. "Well I might be able to be of some assistance! For the material part probably." The spiked one shrugged with a smirk. "I guess it depends on what you want and what you're willing to give!" Spike laughed as he crossed his arms. He was a farmer, and a teenager. Who had no use for what ever he had thrown at him but takes it as a present anyways.

[Horik Stormpike & Argent]

Horik listened to Spike and he looked over at him when he suggested what he'd be willing to give or do in return.

"Well.. If you can get me what I need, I'm sure I can do anything you wish. Tell me, what would you want in return for the materials." Horik asked curiously. He didn't know Spike that much of course, due to the fact they just formally met. What he would ask for, who knows. But Horik was sure he could get any or do anything Spike might suggest.

"As for what I need. I need metal, but a certain type of metal." Horik stated, "It's a very hard to break metal, but it's just like typical metal when still in the ore. For it's location, I know it's near the base of the mountains here on Berk. Plus, with a whispering death, it would be even easier to get a hold of it."

He waited for Spike to ask any questions or something. He kicked up some sand as they continued to walk down the beachhead and looked out in front of them. The idea that today was such a nice day just couldn't get through Horik's mind.

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"Anything? Geez that's kinda a mouthful ain't it?" Spike asked in surprise. He didn't think he would get the offer of help accepted this quickly. He awkwardly scratched the back of his blond head, rocking the basket back and forth. "I'd just be glad you get the junk Fluffy can't eat! You said it's a hard to break metal, am I right?" Spike paused to catch his breath. This talking a lot thing was way hard.

Spike cleared his throat before moving on, "Harder ore makes Fluffy's teeth a hassle to clean up so basically you'll be doin' me a favor!" He continued with a wide grin. "Plus! The farm's near the mounts anyways! Fluff's usually there too. So I'm sure we would find some in no time!" He laughed. The punk leaned over to pluck a tasty rock that was half buried in the sand. Tossing it into the basket, he looked over to the ocean. What a sight.

"Looks like we got a good deal on! You get the rocks and I get to prevent dental problems!" Like he wanted anything else. You never needed anything if you had the best dragon ever!