Jack knew that he couldn’t go around telling people that he’d caused this winter, but he definitely wanted to. He kept seeing other students outside having snowball fights, or enjoying warm drinks - just doing things they would never be able to do in California, especially not in August. He loved every minute of it. The blond laid in the snow for a moment, happy to let the cold surround him, even just for a few minutes, but then he heard someone’s voice and he turned his head and lifted it slightly to try and see him.
“Get better shoes, then.” He pointed out with a bit of a laugh, sitting up fully. “Cm’on, dude, lighten up a little.”
Shit Hiccup grimaced, the guy heard him. He sighed and shook his head, “no, don’t think I will,” he said, on either count. “Just ignore me and have fun if that’s what you want.” With that, he kept on his way down the sidewalk. If he didn’t come off so grumpy or withdrawn, maybe he could’ve made a friend, then again, he doubted it. Even at his peppiest he never made friends at Berk and now at Fantasia it just came off so fake. He was a cynical, jaded old man at the age of twenty something. Regardless, he had a feeling he’d just successfully closed the door on another person and doubted the guy would bother with his moody ass again.
Not a tea drinker, or really a coffee drinker, Merida didn’t often step foot in places like Starbucks unless it was for a smoothie - it was far too expensive and her meagre pocket money didn’t really cover it. But, securing a $5 gift card from an online competition made her more open to the idea of actually going for once.
The waiting area was filled with other students Merida didn’t recognise, some on their phones, others staring at the table where the orders were called from, eagerly awaiting. A nerdy-looking guy near her spoke and Merida shrugged her right shoulder. “Speak fur yourself, I didn’t pay fur mine,” She replied. “Naw, I always found that stereotype tae apply tae Americans, you ken? Not everywhere has Starbucks,”
“Heh, right,” he managed to get out, his brows knit together, he was a little taken aback by the accent, he’d heard a few like it at Berk but rarely anything that wasn’t American at Fantasia. More than that, she seemed confident and Hiccup had a hard time talking to confident people in the best of circumstances. “That makes sense.” he said at last, “so uh...obviously you aren’t American.” He almost face palmed, you idiot, what if she’s American and you went and assumed and said something stupid. He wondered if Fishlegs or Snotlout were having such a hard time talking to people. “What I mean is, you don’t hear,” he gestured at her, “that often.” He was pretty sure he was making it worse but it was worth a shot.
Michael was enjoying Fantasia, and although he thought he’d be homesick, he found himself feeling quite the opposite. California was very different from London, and although he missed his parents and dog, he enjoyed the sunny weather as well as the new friends he’d made. Although he knew he couldn’t be best friends with everyone, he tried his hardest to befriend everyone he came across. And that was no different for the other guy standing next to him in the elevator.
However, before he could get a word out, the elevator started to shake and soon after, the lights went out. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was trying to remain calm, he would’ve compared the situation to a song his dad liked to listen to. Especially since he somewhat related to the narrator of the song. “I think the elevator got stuck again.” The dorm elevators had a tendency to do that, and with the thin walls, he often heard the ringing coming from the elevator. However, he wasn’t entirely sure of what to do in the situation, since he’d never been in it before. “I think there’s an emergency button around here somewhere.” He said nervously, as he scanned the elevator for it. “I’ve heard ringing coming from the elevator when it’s gotten stuck before.”
Hiccup managed to get his phone out, an old flip phone, functional only for communication and not much else...well, besides light from the screen. Berk only issued the bare minimum to the young hunters on their infiltration mission. “Okay” he said, shining the light at the control panel, his heart beating a mile a minute “press it then, you have better night vision than I do.” He was annoyed but his sarcasm was mostly meant to mask his fear.
Jack had fallen asleep at Elsa’s place after they stayed up to watch the first snowflakes fall. He was more than excited, however, so after some sleep he woke up and left her place, eager to get back to his dorm so he could throw on some jeans and a hoodie. He didn’t mind less clothes in the cold, but he always got weird looks - so he figured this was safer. Finally, once he was back and ready to go back outside, he ran out the doors and launched himself into the snow, landing on his back. “Yes!” He exclaimed, landing in a starfish position. “I missed this so much.” He said out loud, not sure if there was even anyone around he was talking to.
The snow had been mystifying at first, it came out of nowhere and in the summer? IN CALIFORNIA?! Hiccup did his best to hide his awe from his housemates, mostly by staying in his room. He wished he could know the cause but he couldn’t figure out how to investigate in a way that wouldn’t blow his cover. Eventually however, the novelty faded and he was...back home, in Berk. Sidewalks covered in muddy snow harkened back to the grey, brown slush of the compound. He had escaped, been given respite and without warning he was thrown right back in it, the loneliness and all.
He watched the young blonde plummet into the snowbank, he rolled his eyes and scoffed, “yeah, freezing cold and wet toes. Love it,” he snarked before lumbering along his way, hands in his coat pockets.
When Hiccup first came to Fantasia, one of the things he had been most excited for was going on an elevator, he’d seen them in movies and television shows but never in person, there wasn’t a building in Berk big enough for one. Often he wondered how Berk could have gone unnoticed by the American government but once he got out into the real world, he understood...Berk just really wasn’t that big, Berk was even smaller than the University campus, the compound itself at least and it was off the grid. As Hiccup stood in an elevator now, he felt a twinge of pride that now the experience was somewhat mundane, he’d come a long way since he’d first stepped off the plane.
He took a moment to glance at the other person in the elevator, a moment of analysis and he knew that the young man, maybe actually the old man, was a vampire. The assessment made him a little uncomfortable so he tried to look anywhere else but at him.
Suddenly the cabin shook, Hiccup glanced up at the lights above the door that indicated the floor, it flickered three until the lights went out. “Whaaaats happening?!”
The campus Starbucks was busy, it was always busy but Hiccup couldn’t help but show up as often as he could. There wasn’t a Starbucks at Berk, there wasn’t anything there except training, reading and some exposure to internet and his peers. Since coming to Fantasia he’d thoroughly identified to the hipster lifestyle. He loved it. Being a nerd being the whole point. He had a feeling that given time he’d ease off on it a bit but here he was, fully decked out. Back at the house he claimed he was going “undercover” but that was a lie. He’d yet to make any real friends, mostly everyone was a supernatural but...he was having, what was that word? Oh yeah. Fun.
Waiting for his coffee wasn’t fun though, it was boring, the shine on that had rubbed off. He sighed and glanced to his right, at a girl with wild red curly hair. “I guess the millennial starbucks stereotype has some basis in reality, huh?” he said with and awkward smile. He slapped himself in his head, stupid! Don’t bring up old people shit with people who don’t know you and don’t know you don’t believe in it. Stupid!
OOC: Muse number five, Hiccup, reporting for duty. Hiccup’s a nerd but a lot sweeter than Jim, not that it’s hard to be and way more concerned with living up to expectations.
TW: Mention of death, Mention of systematic murder, Mention of cults
Profile
Name: Homura Hiroto, Hiroto or “Hiccup “The Horrendous” Haddock”
Age: 22
Height: 5′10″
Birthday: January 1st
Tattoos: None, yet.
Scars: He has a scar on his chin from childhood.
Sign: Capricorn
Alignment: True Neutral
DnD class: Tinker
Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff
Ilvermorny House: Horned Serpent
Temperment: Melancholic
Element: Water
Season: Autumn
Typical Positions in a Five Man Band: The leader or the smart guy. Hiccup is expected to be a leader one day but it honestly isn’t where his heart really is.
Applicable Tropes: tbc
Skills: Intelligence, tbc
Weaknesses: Clumsiness, tbc
Past
The Homura family were a famous clan of hunters, usually dealing with demons and vampires, Hiroto’s father was the best of them. Shiro was a leader, he was strong, dedicated and brave as was his wife Aiko and so they were invited to join an American hunter compound in Alaska called Berk, run by a band that called themselves “the Vikings.” The American’s were having issues with a particular pack of werewolves but in no time were whipped into shape by Shiro. It wasn’t long until Shiro became their permanent leader, talking on the code name “Stoick the vast” and Aiko was given the code name “Valka.”
The rest of the vikings began to notice a distance forming between Stoick and his pregnant wife, they heard arguments from the head house but it was hard to be too worried about that given Valka was going to give birth any day at that point. Hiroto was born and given a code name of his own, “Hiccup, “The Horrendous.” The little family within a family was happy…for awhile, things were tense still of course but it was never so much so that anyone was seriously worried they would separate. One night though, when Hiccup was just a baby, a pack of werewolves found and invaded the compound, stealing away Hiccup’s mother, doubtlessly to kill her or make her one of them.
Twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery.
Hiro, or rather Hiccup as he had become to be more popularly known by, hated growing up in Berk. He hated how all his classes centred back to hunting and how cold it was and how ill suited to the life he was supposed to lead he was. His dad was always very protective of him in his way but also very demanding, he needed the young man to get better at hunting skills so that he would be safe and so that they could relate to one another but it was not to be. Hiccup, instead of excelling at fighting, really excelled at data collection, creating a journal about paranormal beings, complete with sketches and photos if he could manage one. He really studied the paranormal beings that they caught before they were…dealt with and it left him feeling squeamish, the whole compound made it pretty clear to him that they were protecting humanity from monsters but Hiccup got the feeling he’d been caught up in some cult. Nevertheless he had to participate and since he wasn’t a great fighter, he was sent to the armoury to repair and store weapons, while on the sly he made some of his own. He studied and worked hard, one day, his dad came to him, along with a few other young people from the compound and told them they were headed to California on assignment, to a place called Fantasia University.
Present
Hiccup is three years in to his program at Fantasia and he’s loving the opportunity to not be freezing his ass off in the cold north as well as the chance to be around people a little more his speed but he hasn’t managed to connect with people beyond his comrades. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to really open up but he knows the risks, as a viking under cover in the dragon pit, he has to play it cool, bide his time for the right moment to strike. It’s all for the greater good right? He isn’t so sure, what he does know is that his dad will be proud of him if he succeeds in his mission, especially if he kills a werewolf. Is he physically, intellectually capable of the feat? Would Homura Hiroto, Hiccup the horrendous, Kill a werewolf?
