Last Minute Prep

[googledox]

We don't know how much the Crows can be trusted but if what they said about our existence attracting the eye of unknown enemies is true, we shouldn't shelter in place for long. Now that we've decided on a course of action, we need to prepare for the journey ahead.

I can't do much trapped in this place [The stone walls of the Brugh can be seen behind him] but I figured the least I could do is initiate this conversation.

A fifty mile journey by air may entail a significantly different route by foot and we need to anticipate everything from weather, to how to store water, to our calorie intake needs.

[ooc: People can use this for last minute discussions, ic planning, gathering of supplies/building of useful items. Feel free to have network threads turn to action.]

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[wherenoonegoes]

I just don't want you to see you get hurt if it could've been avoided, alright? This is me trying to keep everyone, including you, especially you in this case. as safe as I possibly can.

[It might've been more than a little blunt, but it had come from a place of caring. Even as randomly tossed together as the squad was, Hiccup didn't want to see the anyone in it come to harm if he could do anything about it.]

And, like I said, if it's what you need to cope right now? That's fine. I'll throw the punch.

[True to his word. Hiccup does actually haul back and throw the punch.]

[awfulcer]

Well, that makes one of us. [Dixon brings the shield up to bloc Hiccup's blow and the shield - and Dixon - take on a pearly, dim, shimmering glow. Dixon's expression says more about the change than the magic, though. There's an expression of relief that crosses his face, of tension slacking and a sad sort of resignation. He stays seated on the ground, closes his eyes to let the hit run through his blood.

He's adjusted to the magic a little - now instead of getting completely wasted off one collision with the shield, it's just like taking maybe two shots of whiskey. Enough to give a buzz, not enough to incapacitate, at least for a bit.

He holds the shield out to Hiccup.] You can have one too. Swear, it feels fine.

[wherenoonegoes]

I shouldn't. [Hiccup gets to his feet, dusting himself off as he does so.]

No offense, but there's still a lot of work I have to do before we go. Plus I'm going to need to fly a patrol in a bit. Drunkenness and dragon-riding doesn't really mix well.

[awfulcer]

[The reminder that there's work to do, that Dixon's already opting out, just makes him wince, but the magic takes the edge off the beatdown he's giving himself.]

Alright. You go do that. [He finally gets to his feet. His eyes are still welled up.] I'll get some rest. I need it.

[He really just needs a minute to compose himself without actively crying in front of others, but he doesn't have to actually say that.]