Built our own Story - RP - Chatpter 3 - Broken souls

[oldrockgod]

Chapter 3 - Broken souls

(anyone who has yet to participate but wishes to join just hop in)

(all dragons owned by Char are fully grown)

(Make sure your interactions with others fit the story)

(REMEMBER in fights you can't always win)

(Rules from first chapter apply here too)

(Be realistic, or as much as you can be with dragons )

Metal curled up into a ball behind some crates hiding from potential pursuers it had been a week since the siege on the school and a week since he had been captured, As he had thought when he first arrived nobody had even attempted to look for him he was alone and living in H E L L, The outcasts used Metal as a punch bag and barley kept him fed, he was malnourished, and shared whatever he had with shadow who was kept bellow decks away from anything and anyone, by the time his old wounds healed new ones were added, and after the incident with the satchel of books, his clothes consisted of rags. He wondered how the school was doing the aftermath of a battle can be worse for the survivors than the battle it's self.

[Tempest]

Annabethe sat outside on a bench by the lake in Berk, both Tempest and Flare sitting besides her. Tempest didn't seem the same after her owner had disappeared. Annabethe had been looking ever since the battle was over, but still no sign of her sister.

[Vim]

Vim was back on Berk. It had been a week since the battle. School was cancelled for the year. Vim spent his days slowly getting stronger and missing his friends. He hadn't seen any of them since the fight.

Finally Vim couldn't stand it anymore. He'd been trapped in his room too long. He walked down the stairs. His mom looked up in surprise. "Where are you going?" She asked.

"For a walk," said Vim.

His mom frowned. "But the healer said-"

"I'll be fine after a week." He finished. He walked out the door. He wondered where to go and settled on Boethiah's house. He made his way there.

[Boethiah]

Boethiah slowly but surely made her way back to normal. Pranking around the island. Screwing around. But most of all, she went back to flying on Zirth. The battle left permanent scars on most everyone. Some were able to cope with it and just shove it away, but some, like her, got nightmares every once in a while. It was one day that she started thinking about Metal. What had he been doing. Nobody said they saw him after the battle. And that made her worry. With school out for the year until the school was fixed, that meant more time to forget the battle. Some of her friends were still missing, though. She hoped they'd come back soon.

[moonlight1393]

Dotta was on the path to recovery. But it was a very slow and arduous path. Surviving both the explosion and amputation was the easy part. Now had had to clear the 5 stages of grief. She'd just passed the first stage, denial. Now she was working her way through anger. Dotta wanted to blame someone for her pain. The Outcast who did this to her was already dead. She couldn't blame him. So she settled on blaming herself.

((had to research limb loss. want to make sure I get everything right))

[Tempest]

Annabethe had to take care of both Flare and Tempest, though Tempest usually caught fish by herself, so all she had to do was give her a place to sleep.
Finally, she got bored. Annabethe climbed on top of Flare and flew up to her house.

[Boethiah]

Boe stayed at home some of the day. Sleeping in and such. Though, Zirth really didn't like letting her sleep and rather she be up and running around with him, flying off and racing other kids. She did like it, of course, but she just needed breathing room. Time to let go a bit. So she stayed in her room while Zirth was sleeping for a bit, looking back in her old school logbook.

[Vim]

As he made his way outside Thorntail was immediately next to him, licking and nuzzling him. "Hey bud!" Said Vim, "wanna ride?" Thorntail lowered himself down and Vim gently pulled himself up. "Okay, let's take this slow," he said as he took off.

[Tempest]

After leaving Tempest to sleep, Annabethe decided to fly around the school. The fresh air would clear her mind.

[Vim]

Thorntail landed outside of Boethiah's house. He gently clambered down and knocked on the door.

[moonlight1393]

Why hadn't she been able to dodge the explosion? Because Lil' Blackie was hurt and couldn't fly. The would couldn't she stop Lil' Blackie from getting hurt? Because you never saw that Nadder coming. Why can't she do anything right?

She questioned herself relentlessly. She shouldered all the blame on herself. Her parents and the doctors did their best comfort and reassure her. But in her anger, Dotta would snap at them. Spewing vile words. She would hastily apologize afterwards but continue to hate herself for ever saying anything.

[Boethiah]

Hearing the knock, she went downstairs and opened the door. Seeing Vim, she smiled a bit. Ever since school, she'd been able to hang out with him more. And her parents weren't actually complaining about it. "Hey Vim. What's up?"

[oldrockgod]

Metal could hear singing from above him and the smell odd mead but it was an odd smelling mead, He found a crack in the ceiling and put his ear next to it to listen to the singing.


Metal stepped back after considering what he had just heard, where on earth was this skyrim place then he stopped as one line raced through his head "we raise our flagon to another de ad dragon" did this mean they still killed dragons?He panicked as he thought of 20 different ways they could torture Shadow, then he thought of what would happen to him. he heard footsteps and rushed back to his hiding spot but slipped on the damp wood in his heist, a group of Outcasts pinned him down and put a cloth of his face, they then poured the mead over the cloth, Metal felt as if he was drowning, and failed to breathe they removed the cloth laughing and jeering and kicked him around the deck for a while before leaving, They were torturing him and it wasn't for any purpose but to have fun. He heard one of them talking about returning to Outcast island, Metal cursed and crawled into the fetaile position in the dark.

[Tempest]

She took her anger out on the water, having Flare shoot fire at the surface, and flying through the mist it produces.

[Skips]

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Skips sighed. She cradled her head in her hands. Stupid outcasts. Stupid vikings. Stupid battles.

A week had now passed. Which brought the realisation to her that Metal had been exiled for a week and she still had no clue where he was. She felt she still owed him for saving her life back when she was on the boat. He could have been wounded in the previous battle (in which she received a few minor bruises and cuts but nothing major, thank Thor) and could have been bleeding out by now, or dead. In the back of her mind she knew that she had no chance of finding him, but she felt it was her duty to keep on trying. Friends were relatively rare to her, and she'd never owed her life to anyone before... Well, apart from her parents. She desperately clung onto the hope that he was okay, but knew he wasn't.

She had asked everyone, at Berk and the school for the details. She couldn't tell anything from them - she was no detective, but still, she had scoured a considerable amount of land to no avail. She knew that to find him, she was going to need help, and a lot of it. The problem was, vikings were not easily persuaded, especially by annoying, little, turquoise haired teenagers.

She fell back onto her bed with a frustrated groan.

This was hopeless.

//OOC Guys, anybody's character in good enough condition to help Skips look for Metal? Say 'I'!