Plucking herbs is for nerds [Boom]

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Time and Date:: Really early morning

Weather:: Super cold

Previous Threads?:: Nah

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    Winter was basically here and flowers were hard to come by these days. Irrite was so looking forward to spring. More sunshine and more green stuff. Kicking some snow out of the way, he was only around the start of the forest. He knew not to go to far, then he'd get lost. Besides nothing much was out there besides weird vikings that wander out there. Shrugging, Irrite inspected some of the trees and pushing some snow aside to find anything decent.

    He tried rubbing his hands together to get the numbness away. "Stupid snow, why can't it melt already?" He asked to no one in particular. There should be some magical object that just melted snow instantly. Well dragons were a thing but there wasn't one around at the moment. Irrite scratched his nose as he looked up at a tree. Was that a piece of fruit? That was pretty amazing in this weather. Welp, Irrite started to get a decent foot hold on the tree and began to climb up.

Sadly he did not realize that he never learned how to climb trees. He got tangled up in the middle of it at least. Irrite grunted in effort to try and reach a sturdy branch that was closer to said fruit. Oh. It was just some leaves. Well now he knew his eyesight was not in the best condition. "U-um...." The flower boy looked down. "Can someone get me down?" He yelled towards the village, hoping someone would come to his rescue. 

[Boom and Lockjaw]

Something certainly came to his rescue... though Irrite might've doubted it at first, the low hum of swiftly beating wings the only indication that anything was happening at all until the tree gave a little lurch at something much heavier bending it in an attempt at landing and thinking better of it.

Redrock colored scales with sharp-edged lumps and bumps to spare with a broad, yellow-eyes face and a long row of smiling teeth probably about the length of Irrite's arm revealed the rising figure of a gronckle. The thing sniffed at the air near the boy, hovering about four feet away from where the boy was hanging on to a tangled mass of branches.

Rrraaaah. The bark of a sound rolled out of the gronckle with a wiggle of it's tail, causing Lockjaw's whole body to bend in the air in what was clearly delight. She'd found the boy, and she'd done it all by herself and she was happy to get him out of his predicament. A sharp whistle made the gronckle stop short, and the origin of the noise was called to attention.

"You ain't Sol, kid. Ought to be careful how high you wanna go." Closer to the foot of the tree was a bemused Dragon Trainer, prowling around the perimeter as she groomed her chin and looked up at the ViT and contemplated ways to prolong his suffering. "What goes up must come down."

It was with a long suffering sigh that she looped her thumbs under her belt loop, lifted one hefty leg and gave the tree a good kick - enough to make it wiggle a little as the branches shook. "Trust us to catch you, hm?"
Now, the dragon seemed encouraging enough but Boom... well, the smile on her face was more predatory than helpful and she had substantially less teeth than her dragon.

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    What the dink was that noise. Irrite looked around, trying to find the source of it. Apparently it was a gronckle? Those sure are weird to find in a forest. Still it was pretty uneasy to be near such a thing with lots of teeth. Well he had to admit it was a cute dragon. Irrite reached his arm out to try and pet it. He couldn't though since he was out of reach.

     Maybe it was trying to help him? That's pretty weird considering it was just one gronckle. The sudden sound of a whistle made him jump, he looked around to see what made such a sound. As soon as he looked down, he saw a lady. He was pretty sure it was a lady. Either way he was happy to see some help arrive.

    Oh okay she sounded a little annoyed. It might had been the air up in the tree. "Heheh... I guess I got carried away," Irrite chuckled as he awkwardly scratched the back of his head. Wait what'd she say? Coming down? Well he couldn't, otherwise he wouldn't had called for help. Maybe he was supposed to hang on to the cute dragon here?

whOA what was THAT? Irrite glanced down to see what shook the entire tree. Was that the lady?? "Trust you to catch me that sounds like a cool deal but uh are you sure you're not going to accidentally crush me with your muscles?" Irrite flexed his arms too, "I could also accidentally crush you too." His arms were not even muscly at all.

[Boom and Lockjaw]

Carried away? Yeah, by a bluebird maybe.

He looked lightweight enough for that to happen, to just be lifted up into the tree by some sort of fairytale magic... and for a moment she couldn't help but admire the cute mental image of it, letting out a bark of a laugh that probably sounded more degrading than it actually was in conjunction with her naturally antagonistic nature.

Upon his next seres of questionable statements, she looked down at her substantially more beefy arms and lifted them in an exaggerated shrug. Maybe she'd crush him, maybe she wouldn't, but there was more than one way to make an adolescent uncomfortable. With a simple snap of her fingers Lockjaw started to drift closer to the ground, and Boom's alligator grin just seemed to become more sure of itself.

For someone so proportionately heavy, Boom was very casual about how she stepped on to the creature's back . She was, in fact, at complete ease as she stood and waited for Lockjaw to lift her slowly to being eye level with the kid. "Alright, skullcrusher. We'll do it the easy way."
Her eyes, so much like the color of her dragon's, assessed how the kid was tangled. She had more blunt things than sharp things, and decided to be the barbarian that she was without too much thought or ceremony.

With a grunt, she reached her hand into the tangled mass of fragile tree limbs and gave a rather vicious yank - making the tree shudder again, and freeing at least a little bit of Irrite's way as she tossed them callously over one shoulder. She repeated this a second time, as the tree lurched a little under the boy's weight - now supported by only a few of the stronger offshoots of the tree.

Waiting for him was Boom's outstretched hand, a passage over the back of Lockjaw's head to the plateau of the saddle which Boom stood so easily on. She wasn't going to coddle him, but she really was there to catch him... even if it was just so her family's name wouldn't be smeared by callousness.
"C'mon, or I'll on purpose crush you." She urged impatiently with the expectation of a decent performance present in her arched brows, flexing her upturned fingers and palm.

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    Oh wow she was really deadly looking. How'd she get a cute looking gronckle like that with those looks? Ah well, Irrite had better things to worry about like getting out of trees safely, and not worrying about the meaning behind suspicious toothy grins. Maybe this was all a trap to get him down and hit the floor hard. Oh well, at least he'd be out the tree by then.

    Irrite watched as Boom stepped on her dragon, he wondered if they had done that kind of thing before. Well either way that must had been some strong dragon. Irrite laughed at the name the lady called him. "Heheh, skullcrusher. Yeah that's me!" Irrite laughed. Maybe that would be his new name whenever he gets his viking muscles. Irrite the Skullcrusher. It had a nice ring to it.

    Looking up at whatever Boom was doing, he let out a surprised yelp as some of the branches were yanked out. Irrite thought it would had been some careful untangling, he guessed not. Flinching the second time, he kindly waited until the coast was clear on twig tugging. "Maybe you should be a tree trimmer," Irrite lightly chuckled as he tried to shimmy out of his tangled spot. 

    With some effort, he managed to get out his predicament. Irrite glanced up to see a welcoming hand. He quietly looked down and at how he would get to safety. Not that he didn't trust the lovely dame, he just didn't want to end up on the ground. Irrite got a decent grip on her hand and slowly stepped over some of the branches and onto the sturdy dragon. "Are you sure your gronckle can carry us both?" Irrite asked carefully as he tried not looking down.

[Boom and Lockjaw]

Maybe she should be a tree trimmer? Sure, if she were willing to rot of boredom for the rest of her days. The idea made her snort, brushing her hands together to rid them of any excess plant residue.
"Maybe you shouldn't be following song birds or... whatever the Hel you were trying to do." What had he been trying to do, anyways? "'Cause wow. Is there some reason you're tangled up here other than talent, skullcrusher?"

The nickname stuck, if unceremoniously - that sneer returning to her lips mocking his position openly with a gleam to her eye.

Lockjaw chuffed pleasantly as Irrite crossed over, her tail giving a conservative and pleased little swing as the boy boarded. The dragon honestly seemed relieved, her yellow eyes warming as she tried to look up the craggy dome of her head without moving it too much. Thoughtful little beastie. Boom, however, was not quite as thoughtful. She didn't seem too concerned to begin with.

As Irrite clung to her, she couldn't help but be reminded of a Terror - this boy was clinging to her like a frightened cat. She wasn't sure what to make of that, exactly, and decided not to make anything of it. She grunted again in response to his question, keeping one hand steady on his shoulder to help balance him.
"Eh. Lockjaw can carry my pop, and if she can do that she can damn well carry the two of us. " Irrite didn't seem to know who she was, so he probably didn't know who her pop was - but he was easily twice her size.

She wasn't one to offer comfort, but she did glance down to make sure the boy's feet were steady. Her tongue gave a little click and... the gronckle hovered backwards with a little lurch, watching the boy with potentially sadistic interest to see what he'd do now that they were moving. Her own feet were squarely planted, and she wasn't ready to give up her entertainment for the day.

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Clockwork mosseied through the forest at a slow pace, his injuries from the fight with divorjak were still sore and healing so he'd been locked away for quite a while and he hadn't seen his rider in ages. The distinct metal clank of his leg slaming the ground echoed when he walked through the snow. His head was down in the snow, following the boy's scent. 

He grumbled and kept walking, being thrown off quite often and following the wrong trail that led to a nest of terrible terrors... Wich gave him a terrible welcome. Rather than fighting he decided to take the wiser choice and did and about face, sprinting away as fast as his bummed leg would allow. He stopped once he realized he was safe, swishing his tail in fear and walked at a brisk pace untill he finally found Irrite's scent again. He kept tracking untill his rider finaly came into his sight. On another dragon.

The metal beast let out his echoing roar of threat, for fear that he may have been kidnapped, or hurt or worse!!! No. Irrite was moving so he wasnt dead. Clockwork gave a stern glare as id to ask what the heck was going on.
(gonna insert clocky in here. Cause i havent posted in ages)

[Boom and Lockjaw]

There had been some rustling and thumping, and Boom finally decided to take an interest in it when their elevator ride down, Lockjaw, had suddenly resumed hovering motionlessly.

Her lips dropped into irate frown, her eyes into a dissatisfied leer as she glanced over her shoulder to see what the source of noise was. She'd looked just in time to be greeted with Clockwork's thundering roar. The sound was enough to make Lockjaw startle a little, hiccuping in the air, but rather than jump or startle herself she merely let her brows furrow more deeply into a scowl as she held on to the younger boy.

"What's with you?" She hissed back at the western-shaped dragon, reaching swiftly for Irrite's slender wrist to hold into the air and wave it around waspishly. "D'you want me to drop the kid? Thor almighty, I question your taste in toothpicks." Boom gave a derisive snort, and a rather unkind stomp of her foot that seemed to jump start her Gronckle back into working again.

Slowly, Lockjaw drifted down until her claws met the earth - gingerly, carefully, and without unbalancing her rider or the human cargo she was hefting. Boom stepped off with practiced ease, landing on to the earth with her own thud - she didn't dare to break eye contact with the strange dragon.

Clockwork was a weird looking dragon, and unsettling as he was to look at, it wasn't Boom's first time seeing the beast around Berk.