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Post by moonlight1393 on Aug 17, 2013 21:49:57 GMT -8
Dotta cried well into her sleep. Even after her voice gave out, she'd continue to cry and sob softly. Some of the Vikings could handle losing a limb, but they were usually adults. Well aged and well versed in the inevitable outcomes of battle. But children were never known to possess such strength. It would take some time before Dotta would be able to cope with what happened.
((i feel like I'm interrupting the moment here...))
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 17, 2013 21:51:16 GMT -8
Nodding, she let him pull up the blanket on her. "I'm surprised you aren't. I'm freezing..." She looked around. It was cloudy, but even when like this, it still wasn't too cold. So why was she freezing like it was Snoggletog season? It was odd, but she ignored it. "Do you think we can play dead until the end of all of this? Like, not actually die, but just stay here until the battle's all over?" She looked up, hearing the cries again. 'I hope she's alright...' Boethiah thought to herself.
((shh it's all good))
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Post by Vim on Aug 17, 2013 21:55:19 GMT -8
((You're good dude!))
He shrugged. "I've always been a warm person." He glanced at the battlefield. He couldn't see anything past the walls of the barricade. "I belong out there..." He said.
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Post by moonlight1393 on Aug 17, 2013 21:56:39 GMT -8
((Well I feel better then. I just came in to check things out but got inspired to write. Now I have to go to bed for realz. Night y'all!))
((P..s. awesome story b/t you two!))
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 17, 2013 21:58:08 GMT -8
His dedication was astounding. Even after taking a dagger to the chest, he was ready to fight on. "You'll be out there again before you know it," she said with a small smile. If he pulled that again and she wasn't around to help...he'd be dead and she couldn't do anything about it. She wanted him safe. Not constantly challenging death. But she'd fight on with him, even if it meant risking her own life.
((night and ty uwu))
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Post by Vim on Aug 17, 2013 22:01:31 GMT -8
He frowned at his stomach. He knew he couldn't fight. He probably couldn't even lift a sword. But there was a different battle that needed to be fought. A different kind of battle. With a different kind o weapon.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 17, 2013 22:03:48 GMT -8
The girl placed her and on his shoulder. "I promise you'll be able to fight the final battle, okay? But you can't push yourself."
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Post by Vim on Aug 17, 2013 22:10:23 GMT -8
Suddenly Stoick burst into the infirmary, making his way toward Vim. "Thank Thor you're both alive," said the chief, "Vim, I need to talk to you."
Vim sat up straighter. "Yes, chief?"
Stoick stroked his singed beard. "We've pushed them back to the beach. Their ships are burned and their dragons have left them. They're trying to figure out a way to escape."
Vim's eyes narrowed. "Good. But what's that have to do with me?"
"What should we do? Let them go, or attack?" Vim didn't have to turn around. He felt Boethiah's state on the back of his head.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 17, 2013 22:13:28 GMT -8
She didn't want him to go. He'd be putting himself in new and worse danger. But she had to let him make this decision. It was important to not only him, but everyone else on this island. It could end this battle once and for all. Whatever choice he made, she was going to stick with him on it 100%, no matter how dangerous.
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Post by Vim on Aug 17, 2013 22:17:43 GMT -8
Vim thought about letting them escape. It would be merciful. But did they deserve mercy? They certainly didn't show any to his friends. If they let them go, could they guarantee that they wouldn't turn around and hurt his friends? No, they couldn't. And Vim wouldn't risk that.
"Send them to Valhalla."
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 17, 2013 22:20:59 GMT -8
((omg does it change peace to peace? that's fab))
She knew his decision was going to be that. Just a little inkling in the back of her mind. But she would go with it. In a way, she was proud of him, but in another, disappointed. They had tried to peace them all, but was the only way out of this more bloodshed? It had to be. It was the Viking kind of way. Leave no survivors.
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Post by Vim on Aug 17, 2013 22:25:31 GMT -8
Stoick nodded. "I knew ye'd say that," said Stoick, "ever since you told me about the dragon poacher, I knew it. You're a true Viking." Then he noticed the look on Boethiah's face. "Don't worry," he said, "it'll be quick." With that he walked out.
Vim stood up and slipped the dagger off his belt. He could see his trap from here, they were right by the hatchery. Good, the rocks were still in place.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 17, 2013 22:27:35 GMT -8
Quick. The best way to die. She didn't know what to say. He just send a tribe of people to their deaths. She couldn't say anything or she'd be seen like a traitor. So she just sat under the blanket and watched Vim walk and stare out the window.
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Post by Vim on Aug 17, 2013 22:33:16 GMT -8
"He's a fool," muttered Vim. "That's not all o them. There's a group waiting for all the warriors to be distracted by killing the 'last Outcasts' to swoop in and grab the books. Well that's not happening."
He bashed the window with his dagger and walked outside. He went to to entrance of the hatchery and grabbed a rope dangling down. He fed it through the window and went back inside.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 17, 2013 22:35:20 GMT -8
She had no idea what he was doing, so she just went along with it. He was determined on killing each and every last one of them and nothing would stand in his way. Or so it seemed. "I hope you know what you're doing," she spoke, tone hesitant and worried.
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