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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 15, 2013 19:35:58 GMT -8
"Actually" Metal interrupted "we still have a few days before they arrive according to the scouts they ran into some trouble with a group of thunder drums... but more importantly think about it this way in the end everyone dies in the end there's no stopping it, however if death is what you are afraid of think about all those that will die if you don't fight"
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Post by Vim on Aug 15, 2013 19:37:05 GMT -8
Vim wanted another cup of mead, but knew that he shouldn't. If he was drowsy tomorrow and they were attacked, that would be no good. He finished his chicken and looked around to see everyone else had hardly eaten anything. "You guys okay?"
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Post by moonlight1393 on Aug 15, 2013 19:40:17 GMT -8
"Getting there." Dotta took a rather large bite of chicken.
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 15, 2013 19:40:43 GMT -8
Metal turned towards vim "hunger is not a priority at the moment" and returned his attention to his salmon and cup of filtered water
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Post by moonlight1393 on Aug 15, 2013 19:42:33 GMT -8
"Maybe not. But we're going to need the strength from eating, right?"
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 15, 2013 19:44:10 GMT -8
Boethiah shrugged and just kept nibbling. Even though she said she was going to fight, she was ready to up and leave tonight. But she wasn't going to. And so she just kept quiet and kept eating her chicken.
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Post by Vim on Aug 15, 2013 19:44:13 GMT -8
Vim wasn't sure if it was the mead in his veins, but he took that the wrong way. "What's that supposed to mean? Just because I'm not focusing on the impending doom of all my friends and family, that means I don't have my priorities straight?" He raised his voice. "Do you think I don't care?"
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Post by moonlight1393 on Aug 15, 2013 19:46:07 GMT -8
Dotta went wide eyed. There wasn't going to be a fist fight right before a war, was there?
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 15, 2013 19:51:31 GMT -8
"I refuse to fight you" Metal stood up and look him dead in the eye all expression non existent "Just be thankful you still have friends and family to lose .... Boethiah tommorow moring we'll practice on your aim i'll be up at sunrise come at whatever tim you want as long as it is a few hours before lunch". the entire time Metals gaze never left Vim and he departed the Mess hall to the lake not far away
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 15, 2013 19:51:46 GMT -8
"It means your crazy," she said bluntly and quietly. "It's one thing to be dreading war. It's another to be excited for it, as you seem to be Vim." She looked up at Metal slightly and nodded before returning to her food.
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Post by Vim on Aug 15, 2013 19:53:05 GMT -8
Vim stood up suddenly and pointed a finger in the general direction of Berk. "My sister is back there, counting on me to protect her. She asked me before I left, 'Vim, are you coming back?' I'm just as scared of never seeing her again as all of you are. Don't you ever say that I don't care." He stormed out the door, irrational and angry.
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 15, 2013 19:56:08 GMT -8
Metal sat by the lake and removed his shirt, using the reflection of the water he observed the scars covering his back. "was I really the only one who made it out" Meta muttered to himself a wheezed laugh escaped his throat
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Post by moonlight1393 on Aug 15, 2013 19:57:14 GMT -8
Dotta exchanged nervous glances with the other vikings at the table. It was clear that everyone's nerves were frayed.
"You know, my grandpa told me about the first time he shipped out for a war." Dotta could feel her throat drying up as she continued to talk. "As scared as you get. Once your on the battlefield, the blood of your ancestors starts to guide you. And once that final battle starts you suddenly know what to do. We'll get out there and fight and that'll be it."
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Post by Vim on Aug 15, 2013 20:00:00 GMT -8
Vim stood outside the hall and took a deep breath. Was he really excited for war? He couldn't tell anymore. He just got so wrapped up in it. And seeing his friend nearly dead, bleeding like a stuck pig... It made him mad. He just got so wrapped up in it.
He whistled for Thorntail, who came over quickly, and Vim climbed on. He soared away into the sky, towards the top of the waterfall.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 15, 2013 20:03:51 GMT -8
She was tired of thinking of war. With the drunken mess of Vim and Metal's tension, Boethiah just wanted back on Berk. She shoved her plate away and stood up. "I'm going back to my dorm for an early night. I'll see you tomorrow." With that, she left the table and met Zirth outside. She rubbed his muzzle then jumped on. The girl flew high, to the top of the caldera and sat on one of the many large edges. It was quiet, though quite cold. But at least there was enough room to think properly. Her Nadder curled up and looked at her, as if asking if she was okay. Boethiah just shrugged. "I don't know what I'm feeling anymore, buddy. I mean, I want to help fight and make my parents know I'm honorable, but I don't want to die out there. And it doesn't matter all the training in the world we do. Alvin and his men are just going to slaughter us kids. Because that's all we are. We're just kids." She curled up her knees to her head, wrapping her arms around her legs.
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