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Post by Boethiah on Aug 17, 2013 20:28:38 GMT -8
"And your ideas nearly get you killed." She remembered the promise they made before the war. That they'd make it out together. "You keep getting yourself hurt and that makes me not want you to be left alone in case you do end up dead and I'm not there." Maybe she was too worried. But she couldn't help but do that. Even now, her mind buzzed about the status of her friends. Where were they?
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Post by Vim on Aug 17, 2013 20:37:59 GMT -8
Vim looked to his side. On the table with bloody rags and the tools used to see him up was the dagger he had been stabbed with. He reached over and grasped it. He he it up so he could see it.
"It's beautiful," he breathed. It was made of steel and had an exquisite dragon body for the handle, with the neck and head reaching up the dull side of the blade. It was the best dagger he'd ever seen. He kept it in his hands. It made him feel safer. Ironic, considering it almost killed him. But that wasn't the knifes fault.
"I don't know where are friends are," answered Vim finally. To be honest, he was so thrilled to fine out him and Boe were alive that he'd almost forgotten them.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 17, 2013 20:55:50 GMT -8
He was an odd one, she knew. He loved the weapon that nearly killed him. But, he didn't seem to mind. Was he changing? She didn't know for sure. "Vim...please tell me you are okay." Him changing into a brute like the others scared her. He wouldn't be the same and she wanted him to stay the same. Be the same Vim she met on that boat with the dragon poacher. Not a blood thirsty psychopath.
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Post by Vim on Aug 17, 2013 21:00:36 GMT -8
"Hm?" He asked, setting the blade on his cot and looking at her. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just.... While I was out, I learned a lot about myself. I'm Vim. That's it. Loving Vim, ferocious Vim, they're the same person. I'm still me. I've always been me. I just had trouble accepting it." He hoped that made sense.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 17, 2013 21:10:51 GMT -8
She tried smiling a little. So all that anger, all that ferocity. It was part of him. And yet he could be sensitive and caring. She was glad he was alright. That he wasn't going to snap or break into some kind of brutish beast that she'd need to put down. "I'm glad then," she mumbled. "And you've always been Vim to me too. It's just hard to agree with your brutish self at times." She remembered the conversation they all had before. About him sending Metal to his death. Hopefully, Metal never did it and he was alright as he could be. At times, Vim was rash and impulsive, but sometimes it was the best.
"Are you cold?" she asked, shivering slightly.
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Post by Vim on Aug 17, 2013 21:16:00 GMT -8
"Desperation does a funny thing to a man's mind," Vim muttered. He was glad she understood. He didn't think she'd ever know how grateful he was for her support. She was the only person he felt like he could talk to.
"*When* we get out of here," Vim said, putting emphasis on *when*, "we're going for frozen yak cream. My treat." He smiled at the idea of something so normal after this.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 17, 2013 21:20:34 GMT -8
She smiled, shivering slightly again. He still thought they'd both make it out. "Sounds good with me." After thinking a bit, she said, "I'm glad I met you, Vim."
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Post by Vim on Aug 17, 2013 21:25:57 GMT -8
H smiled. "Don't say that," he said jokingly, "that's a death line. Unless you're dying..." He started to sit up, using his arms to lift himself instead of his core. It felt like the knife was entering him again. By the time he sat all the way up on the cot his abs felt worse than the time Snotlout made him do 150 sit ups while hanging from a tree branch.
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Post by moonlight1393 on Aug 17, 2013 21:26:22 GMT -8
Dotta awoke with a start. She had a nightmare about the explosion. Her ears rang. Smoke filled her lungs. And her arm burned with a white hot pain. The pain still lingered in her arm. She tried to sit up but fell instead. Dotta couldn't understand why her arm wouldn't work. The healer came over to her and simply shook her head, telling her no. Dotta looked up at her. The old woman had such a sad look about her. Dotta looked back to her arm. She couldn't see if because it was covered by a fur blanket. She tried to move it but nothing happened. No matter how much she willed it to, there was no visible movement from under the fur. The pain was still there, so her arm had to be there too. Right? Dotta gulped. She used her good right arm to move the blanket. It turned out that the nightmare really happened. The explosion. The fire. Everything. It all happened. Dotta had lost her left arm. The healer could only hold the poor girl as she cried her frustrations out.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 17, 2013 21:30:08 GMT -8
"But does it have to be about death? Can't I just say I am glad to have met you?" She wasn't dying. Just cold is all. "You aren't dying, are you?"
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Post by Vim on Aug 17, 2013 21:32:07 GMT -8
Vim sat there in a meditative pose as he heard Dotta cry. He could tell she lost a limb, though he wasn't sure which. He want wearing any of his old clothes, just a pair of loose trousers. His bandage wend from his belly button to the top of his ribs.
"No. I'm defiantly not dying." He said, determined that it was true. "And I'm really glad I met you, too. He smiled at her. They'd be okay.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 17, 2013 21:36:56 GMT -8
The cries were heard in the silence between them. Boethiah hung her head a bit. Nothing was right anymore. If only the Outcasts could just leave. Leave and never return. But that was a highly unlikely happenstance. Dotta's screams were ear piercing and she couldn't block them out. It was as if the world was falling apart at the seams. His little comment made her smirk slightly, but the world was darkening everything.
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Post by Vim on Aug 17, 2013 21:37:45 GMT -8
He swung his legs over the cot and stood up slowly. White dots swam In his eyes as he waited for the vertigo to end. He saw clearly again and took a tiny step forward. He lifted the tattered blanket off his cot and hobbled to Boethiah, careful not to twist as he walked.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 17, 2013 21:40:17 GMT -8
She looked up and saw him making his way over to her. Boe moved her legs up a bit, giving him somewhere to sit. He was pushing himself and she knew it. He should still wait until he was better, but knowing him, that wouldn't last for long. "Hey champ," she smirked to him.
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Post by Vim on Aug 17, 2013 21:46:56 GMT -8
He sat on the end of the cot slowly, wincing on the way down. "That's me," he said sarcastically, "Big tough warrior Viking." He pulled the blanket over her. "You looked cold."
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