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A home fit for an overlord?

Walking into the Sensorium's today, or at least this one in particular would place you on the Island of Birk, often described as "Sturdy"

And on one side of Berk's village sat a humble but recently built house at the edge of a field. Not much of Berk was flat so this area in particular belonged to one of the most passive aggressive creatures in all of the Hairy Hooligans tribe.

Sheep.

Yes the Sheep of Berk were particularly dumb as far as sheep went. So much so that back in the days of Dragon raids one could get snatched up from an entire flock, and the others would barely move away to protect themselves.

So it was up to the brave and fearless shepherds of the Viking village to vigilantly protect these pathetic puffy pasty faced patsy's of the livestock world.

That...was not a job for Ruffnut and her twin brother. No that was a job for the adults. They had always been stuck on fire patrol.

But tending to the sheep in times of peace? That was a duty fit for the twins according to their elders.

Frankly Ruffnut hated it. Sheep were about the stupidest creatures she had ever known.

And yet since being on Stacy she kind of missed the dimwitted puffballs.

So she sat ontop of one cross legged while it grazed and stared intently at her families home. Before Hiccup had made peace between the Dragons and the Vikings the house had stood strong for a whole two months! Luck really, nothing more then that.

And after so many re-buildings the tribe knew how to slap buildings together. Even Ruffnut knew some basics about building a home just from helping.

And that was precisely why she was here today. To ponder the construction of a home.

Not just any home though, a lair, a den, a nest, a base, a castle worthy of the eventual overlord she would become. It couldn't be too big to start. She was only one warrior after all and even if she asked the people she trusted to help her protect it if enough people rallied together they would lose.

So for now a small home, but it would have to make up for what it lacked in size by being perfect for her. Where to start?

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Hana had been looking for a way to pass the day away when he walked into the Sensorioum.

He was immediately impressed with today’s set up.

The place felt very primal, with comfort or convenience added as a second, or more likely last, thought.

Wood gave appreciative creak at being underfoot and rock threw out patterns of crumbled stone at the shift of weight. Walking through the village gave a sense of you making a mark without necessarily meaning you'd disrupted something in a negative way.

With reckless abandon he scaled the walkways and cliffs, the contrasting textures of naturally formed rock, cool grass and rough woodwork hitting against his running feet and pressing against the exposed skin of his hand and arms, brisk Birk wind whipping at his face and pulling at his hair as he climbed and jumped his way through the area, feeling exhilarated as he explored the contained island in a childlike way.

He’d just finished balancing precariously on a haphazardly constructed fence that rimmed the edge of a cliff, throwing himself off onto the safety of the grass just to giggle at the rush of his body desperately trying to tell him not to threaten its safety in such a way when he spotted...

A sheep.

He just lay there and stared at the blotch of wool for a moment before pushing himself into a sitting position to see similar blotches patterned across the landscape.

Curious, he reached out a hand toward the first and closest one. It didn’t react as he patted the soft head and tugged his fingers through the tough, knotted wool on its back.

His childish side egging him on, he brought his face close to the long one of the sheep and opened his mouth wide, taking a deep breath and shouting loudly at the livestock. The animal barely even blinked and continued to chew its cud as the force of wind coming from Hana’s yelling blew at the fur on its ears.

Hana gave a smile at the dismissive attitude of the creature and put his hand upon its head once again to pet it.

The sheep didn’t seem to care much about Hana's bipolar treatment of its own person.

"You know," said a familiar book, unconsciously echoing her thoughts, "your village would actually look pretty sweet in a Netherworld. The whole cliffs and bridges thing it's got going on is pretty sweet."

The Overlord looked grimly unhappy and upset, and was doing a poor job of trying not to show it. This probably stemmed from the fact that once again, the loyal leader minion is hauling the Sacred Tome around.

Ruff however was shaken from her thoughts by the noise and looked behind herself over her shoulder at the boy harassing her sheep.

Oh wait, he looked familiar didn't he?

"Hey!" She called to him and willed the Sheep she was sitting on to take her back over to him. In real life this would have never worked. To get a sheep to move against it's will in Berk typically took an act of god, or brute strength.

"Yeah, you should see the place when all the dragons were around."

For a brief flicker of a moment Ruffnut willed the island to change to a memory she had of dragons swarming the skies, buildings ablaze with fire and massive viking men and women fighting tooth and nail against tooth and claw.

And then just like that it was back to peaceful and sheep strewn.

"You're looking...bookish." She observed with a smirk. Sure it sucked for him, but it was kind of nice to have things back to normal. Him flirting with everyone was super creepy.

"No. Really. You think."

Forgive Zetta his harshness. It DID suck for him.

"It's not like I can't fake having a body in the sensorium any time I want anyway. Besides, that just gives me motivation to go kick some Ohm ass again!"

Hana stopped in his current attempt at making the sheep bleat (which it seemed very uninterested in doing) to look around for the source of the voice calling.

It was hard to miss the girl riding toward him on the back of a sheep and, honestly, it was also hard to come up with a decent reaction. Luckily, he was spared having to think of one when a gust of strong Birk air hit him in the face and sent his hair whipping in all directions.

What was left was a tall, slender but pretty well muscled boy, with relatively long messy blonde hair covering his face as he attempted to spit out some of the strands that'd been blown into his mouth.

Ruff nodded and imagined a wig of hair to match the Overlord's original bodies hair ontop of the book, "If it helps, I respect you as much now as I did when you had thumbs."

That may or may not have been a compliment.

That...froze Ruff in her tracks.

...metaphorically. The Sheep kept moving forward.

Because in her eyes that boy was the spitting image of her brother if you took away a few years. Sure she knew that all the younger crewmates were being returned to normal, sure she knew that this could probably just be another hallucination...

...but what the hell?

"BASTARD!" She roared and sprang from the back of the sheep flying at ~~Hana~~ Tuffnut with a fist raised to haymaker him upon impact.

Judging by Zetta's glare, he knew which way HE was taking it.

Or maybe that was because of the wig.

"What's got YOU so thoughtful in here?"

Ruffnut nodded her head back at the house she'd been staring at, "I'm gonna make a house...or a lair or whatever. Was just thinking about what I want it to be like." She paused and added, "Not like that. That was the house I grew up in. I just figured that would be a good start while I thought about it."

It wasn't a fancy home, solid wood and stone construction, a few basic windows, a door on both sides and what appeared to be two floors. The twins shared the loft on the second floor of the house, barely enough room for two growing teens.

An insult and an attack. Best greeting ever.

Or it would be if Hana was a masochist. Hell, he wouldn't even mind if it was friend doing this to him. But it wasn't, it was some stranger jumping him while he couldn't even see!

Hana went down with a yell, holding his face as they both hit the ground with a resounding 'thud'.

After a moment of groaning he pushed the other teen with surprising strength away enough so he could look at her clearly, wildfire hair sticking in all directions he looked straight at the girl.

Finally, he could ask a clear and sensible question. "What the hell, dude?" Indeed.

Ruffnut had just been savoring the accurate smash attack when she realized...that was not in fact her brother.

"Oh uh...whoops." That was a great response to Hana's question. She rose up and dusted herself off, "Sorry dude, I thought you were someone else. My bad." It was a rare occasion for a viking to apologize, but when they were in the wrong a proper warrior wasn't afraid to admit they'd screwed up.

Plus...it was only a punch to the face. No big deal right?

Hana didn't look entirely convinced because he'd doubted there were many people with the same blonde mane as he had but he shrugged it, and the punch, off.

He pushed himself up off the ground, patting the seat of his pants as he actually got a good look at the girl infront of him.

She seemed vaguely familiar. He remembered meeting her, but it must have been only once or something, because he couldn't even recall a name of any sort. Maybe it was in the first few hazy days of arriving here?

"Hey, don't I know you?"

Ruffnut had the same feeling and shrugged, "I dunno probably. I get around alot."

And she had probably met him at a pod pop or something.

"I'm Ruffnut, proud Viking of the Hairy Hooligan Tribe from the Isle of Berk." she gestured around them to the Island. It was a little formal to use such a long title but any reference to her tribe made her proud and helped stave off the feeling that she might never see it again for real.

Hana was unable to suppress a little chortle at the use of 'hairy hooligan' in a name but was soon smiling widely and looking around the environment again with an impressed expression.

"So you're the one who made all this? This is your home?"

"Yep! Back before the Ohm destroyed it." She smiled proudly and turned about to point at her house, "I used to live there with my family."

A pair of large burly adults and her twin appeared at the entrance to the house looking confused before blinking out of sight again. Ruff wouldn't tolerate too much extra interaction with them if she didn't have to.

He looked around curiously -- then again, checking for Tuffnut, just as a standard Ruffnut Mental Health Condition check. "From what I saw, it looks like your people pretty much lived like this in general. Except for those really big buildings. That's where your Chief lived?"

Hana could make an educated guess as to who those people were so he didn't bother asking and instead moved on since it seemed not to be something Ruffnut wanted to talk about.

"You are so lucky." He complimented, nudging one of the sheep with his foot and looking up once more at the impressive cliff faces.

No sign of Tuffnut tonight, a pleasant change of pace.

"Nah, Hiccup and his dad lived over um..." There was a horrible moment of realization where Ruffnut couldn't remember which house belonged to the chief. Had it really been that long?

"There." She decided finally on the house that looked most unfamiliar. She never did hang out there after all. "The big building there is the meeting hall, and that one there is the forge."

"Huh." Well, given what he knew of Hiccup, he had to guess that social stratification in Birk was a bit less extreme than in a Netherworld.

"So why the house-building?"

"Why's that?" Not that she was arguing, she felt pretty damn lucky. But she liked to hear people praise her and things associated with her. She idly mounted her sheep once more to ride it slowly around the pasture with Hana in tow. He could ride a sheep as well if he liked.

Ruffnut thought about that for a minute. "Bored?" She offered and after a moment expanded upon it. "I figured having some kind of a lair was part of the whole Overlord thing. Plus I never really had a place of my own that I didn't have to share with...you know..." The unspoken name of her brother fell flat and she carried on.

"So I figured before I went down into the city and actually tried I should figure out what I wanted." This was a surprising and potentially uncharacteristic amount of foresight on behalf of the impulsive and frequently foolish viking girl. Let's blame the influence of more capable individuals for that.

For now, Hana decided to just walk alongside her, not realizing he could jump onto one of the sheep. Sure, Ruffnut was doing it but they were her sheep.

"Well, just look at this place. Just living here would be awesome. And I bet you did all sorts of fighting too, didn't you?" Afterall, that's what vikings did, right? Fight and eat. Sounds pretty awesome to him.

"Yeah!" Ruffnut grinned like a smug snake at his praise, "That's right. But we didn't fight just anybody."

And just like that the night exploded into fire and brimstone. Dragons swarmed the sky and set fire to the houses. Vikings were bursting from their homes sounding the alarm and fighting to protect their flammable dwellings. It was an amazing sight to see such masculine men and women take on creatures of such size. Naturally born weapons like claws and fangs and flame met head on with shields and spears and swords in a rivalry as old as Viking History could document.

It WAS. Zetta was actually pretty surprised to hear all that.

"Most Overlords go the 'castle' route, but without a Netherworld to put it in, you'd have a problem transporting it later anyway. Some of them do palaces. Others have a literal lair. But a house isn't a bad start."

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X3 See? It's that kind of personality I love about him.

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As long as he's liked that's all that matters~

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