Berk Homecoming

[themistofberk]

Where: Air Tram Station
When: Late evening.
Who: The Berk expedition
What: The battered crew returns.
Warnings: Berk spoilers.

Comments

oh my god I am too long-winded -- ~OPEN~

[dangitjim]

Delbert was very... Confused. He felt cold and sick, and, well, he thought the world might be turning the wrong way, but he couldn't see a bloody thing to be able to tell for sure.

He was having trouble recalling, too. Something had hit him in the dark, nailed him full-force, so hard that he hadn't realized that it had happened and, in fact, didn't realize what was happening for some moments afterward. Concussive force, to stoop to a pun. (He snorted at the small joke and winced.) If he wasn't out of his mind, he might have been amused at the physics involved with the blow. As of now...

As of now, he sported a broken nose and the black eyes to match, a cut where his glasses had broken against the hit, two broken fingers on his writing hand, and he couldn't count to twenty without getting turned around. The concussion had made him positively useless. That, he could remember.

He was hideous, disgraceful, and how in all the systems had he thought himself capable of this kind of this? And everybody else... His stomach turned and he

<3

[deucedlyerratic]

Well. Amelia could've brushed it off, and said it wasn't the worst expedition she'd been on, but clearly, it was

baby~ i forgot something.

[dangitjim]

"Oh." Her sudden presence startled Doppler, and he looked up to her while attempting to stuff the last of his stray notes into his bag. Even given his surprise, the gesture was slow-going. "Fun?"

He looked away, met her broken leg and felt terrible about it, which somehow made him look back up at her. At least she did seem relatively cheerful about the whole matter. Fun, though? He couldn't help but regard her fondly, somehow, through his (he was sure) hideously disfigured visage. "You're at least half mad."

He sounded like he had a dreadful cold, too, breathing through his mouth and all. Way to go, Delbert.

fffffff ditto

[deucedlyerratic]

"I think everyone who actually went had to be at least half. Probably myself more than others. Haven't we had this conversation before?"

She leaned most of her weight on the rifle, just admiring said disfigured visage for a moment.

"You look like you've actually suffered through a pirate mutiny." she bemused. "I'd say it almost looked good on you."
You can almost blame the narcotics for this one. Almost.

[newyorkbynight]

Elisa stepped slowly off the tram, bracing her bruised and swollen ribs with one arm. It had been twenty one days since they'd left the station, but, as clichéd as it was, it felt like it had been a lot longer.

The atmosphere had changed, too. They'd been almost optimistic when they'd set off, ready to fight the Black Mist and find the answer that had been eluding them all for so long. Now, however, they were exhausted and aching and, worst of all, empty handed. Despite the battles they'd fought - and they'd fought hard, struggling for survival - they hadn't actually found a way to halt the spread of the Mist.

She wanted a warm bath, a hot meal and, most importantly, a decent night's sleep, but it would be a long time before she actually managed to rest easily.

[ny_nightguard]

The only member of the crew who wasn't currently bruised and battered - thank you, stone sleep - followed Elisa off the tram. Goliath didn't try to hover, but if Elisa stumbled, he would be the first at her side

[newyorkbynight]

She appreciated the way that Goliath remained close to her as much as she appreciated the fact that he didn't fuss unnecessarily. She was bruised and battered, yes, but she was still on her feet and she was determined to take care of herself.

With a tired and slightly crooked smile, Elisa turned to look at her friend. There would be plenty of time to discuss the repercussions of what had happened. Right now, it was time to try and relax.

"We missed Halloween," she commented. She hadn't given much thought to the holiday before she'd met the gargoyles, but any holiday that allowed her to walk down a New York street with Goliath was bound to be a favourite.

[ny_nightguard]

It's a good thing he understands her so well. Her pride is the only thing that stopped him from carrying her the whole way home. She got some of those wounds protecting him while he was helpless in sleep; he feels at least partially responsible.

He'll make it up to her, somehow. It will be easier, now that they're in a place where he can walk down the street with her any night of the year. Like this night, for example.

Goliath takes a break from troubling thoughts of the mission to return her smile. "There will be other holidays."

And they can share them, here. That is a pretty big deal.

"Surely we cannot miss all of them."

[takeslunchmoney]

Audrey turned the engines off and powered down the radio. And simply sat there, her right arm pressed against her ribs draped in a sling to keep her from using it.

All at once it seemed like the entire expedition's weight crashed down upon her. She was so tired. Slowly she rested her forehead on the wheel she'd been gripping for the last day or so.

Operating on little sleep, high adrenaline and what little painkillers she had with her was great until now. Out of the mist her lethargy should have disappeared, but it only strengthened now.

She'd get up in a bit. She just wanted to close her eyes.

[notsoscaryname]

Hiccup wasn't faring much better. With a broken arm, serious burns along his shoulder and neck, and two fairly deep and painful cuts, as well as the utter failure of the expedition hanging over his head, Hiccup just wanted to go and pass out for. In fact, he was just about to leave to do just that when he noticed that the pilot was still there. He slowly walked over, careful not to cause any more pain with any unnecessary movement.

"You're still here?"

Way to be redundant, Hiccup.

[takeslunchmoney]

You know that state of mind where you're half-asleep, and half-painfully aware of everything that's going on around you? And you only need about two seconds of silence to either fall asleep or jerk back to full awareness?
Audrey was there. Her forehead slipped off the wheel and she slowly leaned back in her seat. Sighing before rolling her head to the side to grimace at Hiccup.

"Physically? Yeah."

[notsoscaryname]

Oh.

Oh. It was this person. One of the crazy girls who thought he had been eaten or something. Suddenly, Hiccup felt very alert. He'd been making a point of avoiding them as much as he could, save for this expedition, but it seemed he walked right into this one.

"Oh." Q: How to slip away from this conversation subtly? "...Why?" A: Not possible--Hiccup is too busy blurting things out before thinking them through.

[hasthemasterkey]

Clickity clack, clickity clack. This noise sounded as Sora made his way off the tram. The reason why became obvious as the boy came into view. The kid was on crutches. His right leg was not in a proper cast but had been wrapped up the best that could be managed without an actual doctor on the trip. The injury was definitely painful but what seemed to be hurt more than anything was his pride. He'd been stupid, rash and it was own fault his leg was now broken. And he knew it

Oh heyyy canon matie

[tesseractrigger]

He'd arrived about a week after the expedition had commenced, but it didn't mean there wasn't any way to hear about it. There was a distinct undercurrent of anxiety in the Academy that he couldn't quite get until he found an old notice for the Berk trip on one of the message boards.

A trip into the Black Mist was a dumb idea, no matter which way you looked at it. Even if the school was trying to figure out a way to defeat it, sailing straight into it was practically suicide.

So of course he had to go seen when the explorers returned.

He sees a bit of the damage before he even sees the air tram - a kid with spiky brown hair and his leg in a cast.

He doesn't know the kid (barely knows anyone around here, really) but something stops him from walking straight past him.

"So I'm betting the voyage went about as well as expected?" he asks as the kid limps by.

[iswimprettygirl]

[notasuggestion]

Helga latched onto Milo's arm, her grip still tight. Maybe even tighter than it might otherwise have been. She pulled herself to her feet, muttering a swear word or two under her breath as she steadied herself and moved her hand to his arm.

Her sweatshirt and coat had been abandoned, shoved into the bag she'd send someone from the school to fetch. Her tank top was stained brown with dried blood-- both hers and others'. Some human, some animal. Her entire back was wrapped, as well as her right shoulder. From her right shoulder to her left hip, under the bandages, were three slash marks. The claws of the dragon had gotten her hard when she'd gone back for her Winchester, presently draped over her shoulder.

She leaned against Milo, him to her right, keeping her left foot just off the ground. A minor injury-- a sprained ankle-- but enough to keep her from putting weight on it, lest she make the wound worse.

She smirked slightly as she moved with him out of the tram. "Been to Hell and back, and we look it."

[respectedthreat]

[Syndrome had heard about the crew returning--and to be honest, he didn't really care, for the most part. He hadn't met the majority of those that left on the expedition before they left, and even if he had he was fairly positive he wouldn't have liked 98% of them. But he was slightly worried that the team might have actually found something to combat the Mist--and that was something that would not fit into Syndrome's plan. He needed answers.

Also...Milo had gone on the expedition.

And not that he actually cared what happened to the guy--but he was one of the few at the school who was smarter than a box of rocks and actually had an almost-impressive capacity for thought. Syndrome thought that they were kind of...similar.

Kind ofSo Syndrome had made his way to the air tram station to make sure that Milo was still alive to tell him all about what they discovered, if anything. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him emerge from the plane--purely for the sake of having someone to feed him information, mind--and approached Milo

[iswimprettygirl]

He sighed. "Do we ever..."

As they walked together, Milo moved with great care. Heck, the two of them were closer to hobbling at this rate. He didn't want to make Helga's sprained ankle any worse than it already was. He was quite surprised that someone was there to meet him, much less...Syndrome, of all people. He stopped to wave at the other man as soon as he spotted him.

"Well," he replied, "He gave a hollow laugh. "N-not quite," he replied. Milo tried to smile back, but it was really more of a grimace.