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

[Vim]

Vim shuddered. It was too soon since the last one. He wanted to forget that shade of red. "Let's start asking around."

[Boethiah]

She nodded and started walking around the docks, looking for anyone who might know. There were a few not from Berk, as she would have recognized them, probably. But after asking a few, they didn't know. Maybe this person Vim killed worked on his own. Maybe he just wanted to be in on part of the action. There were so many unanswered questions thanks to the death that Vim secured.

[Vim]

Vim was frustrated. Nearly an hour went by and no new leads. "Forget this," He told Boethiah, "It's lunch time. Let's get something to eat."

[Boethiah]

Sighing, she felt bad giving up. The more they waited, the more time Metal was out there and it was more a chance he was dead. But she agreed. "Okay. Let's go. Maybe we can think of something while we're eating."

[Vim]

They hopped on their dragons and flew to Vim's house. "It's closer than yours is," He said, "And you should taste my mom's roast chicken." He walked inside. "Mom! I brought company for lunch. I hope that's okay."

"Who is it, dear?" His mom asked from the kitchen, "Is it that girl you've been spending so much time with?"

Vim facepalmed. His mother walked out of the kitchen. "Hello," She said, "Nice to meet you!" She was holding a little baby in her arms and a toddler with a stuffed dragon poked out behind her legs.

[Boethiah]

She went to Vim's place. It was kind of a nice change since he usually visited her. Once inside, she heard his mom's comment and chuckled a little, nudging him with a smirk. His mom came out and she waved. "Nice to meet you as well. I hope it's not a problem that Vim invited me over." When looking at his mom, her eyes noticed the little one on the ground. That must have been his sister he was talking about. She wished she had a big family like him. It would be nice not to be the center of her parent's attention every once in a while.

[Vim]

"That's my little sister, Genoveffa," He said, an adoring look in his eyes. "And that's my little little sister, Bolla." Genoveffa ran up to Boethiah and looked up at her, smiling with a gap between her teeth. "I'm gonna be a dragon rider like you!"

Vim's mom laughed. "Come on, little dragon rider, it's time for lunch." She ushered the girl into the kitchen and Vim followed, gesturing for Boe to follow.

[Boethiah]

Boethiah smiled at his little sister's enthusiasm. She was glad truly now that Vim was alive. If he was dead, there wouldn't be a smile on that little girl's face right now. She followed Vim into the kitchen, noting all the differences in their homes. His seemed nicer than her parents. But of course, her parents were major traditionalists. So that might have had something to do with it.

[Vim]

They sat at a square table, His mother at one head. His dad's spot was empty. Vim frowned. "Out hunting?" His mom nodded. She made a plate of chicken for Genoveffa then stood up. "Bolla needs to nurse," She said, "So just dig in." She walked to the next room.

The house was warm from the chicken cooking on the fire. Vim took off his bear fur. He reached over to rip a leg off for himself and Boethiah. Genoveffa was studying her brother and the new girl he was with.

"Vim told me about you." She said bluntly. "You seem nice. I like you." She seemed satisfied after she said her piece and started eating.

[Boethiah]

Boethiah sat next to Vim and took the chicken he offered. When his sister spoke, she smirked at him and then turned to his sister. "Does he now? Well I'm glad you think I'm nice. I like you too." She was a sweet little girl. She could see her on a Gronkle. Sweet kind of dragon, she supposed. She ate some chicken and it was fantastic. Better than the stuff at school. She noticed the look Vim had when he noticed his dad was gone. "Your dad's a hunter?" she asked him.

[Vim]

"And I'm his apprentice." He gestured to his coat then pointed at his boots. "It's how I got these. I hunted the bear by myself."

"It was as big as a dragon!" said Genoveffa, "It had teeth the size of a sword!" Vim laughed. "Hardly. But maybe to you." He reached across the table and ruffled her hair.

[Boethiah]

So that's where that killer instinct came from. His sister was entertaining and she laughed a bit. "Bet it's going to be a bit easier to hunt with your dragon, huh? Be able to see more?" She came from a family of fighters. She didn't know much about hunting, but it'd make sense. He'd be able to hunt from the skies.

[Vim]

He frowned at that comment. "No, I don't hunt with Thorntail. He hunts on his own. In my opinion, a dragon is an unfair advantage. Also, I prefer my deer cooked, not burnt to a crisp or poisoned." He added that last part with a smile.

Genoveffa made a funny face. "Yuck," She said. "That would be gross."

Vim finished his chicken and stood up. "Want to see my room? We can talk." He looked at his sister. "You can come too." He said. He knew his mom wouldn't let him up there with Boethiah without Genoveffa coming up as well.

[Boethiah]

Seemed legitimate enough. She shrugged and smirked at his last comment on the subject. She finished her chicken and nodded at the invitation up to his room. "Yeah, sure." She smiled and stood up, following him.

[Vim]

As they walked up the stairs his mom called "Leave your door open!" Vim hoped Boethiah couldn't see him blush from behind. He turned into his room.

There was a spear mounted on the wall above the bed. Above the spear was a bear head, frozen mid snarl. On the opposite side of the room was a desk and chair. School books were stacked neatly at the back, but numerous books lay open. Drawings were scattered on the desk.

His sister went to a toy box in the corner and started playing with a toy. Vim sat on the bed.