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

[Boethiah]

She heard his mom's comment and snickered a little to herself. But once in his room, it was obvious he was really into hunting. A bit frightening, yes, but also really kind of cool. She sat next to him on his bed and just twiddled her thumbs a bit. "So...what are we going to do about Allyssa and Metal? We don't even have any kind of leads on where Allyssa is..."

[Vim]

"Whose Allyssa?" Piped up his sister. Vim winced. His sister reminded him of his old friend every day. "She's a friend. She's... gone on a trip. But she'll be back." His sister went back to playing with the stuffed Nadder that Vim made her after he got Thorntail.

Vim idly stroked the dagger on his belt. "You know, i'm kind of glad my dad's not here right now." Vim said.

[Boethiah]

"Why's that?" she asked curiously.

[Vim]

"Because as soon as he saw you, he's ask when to set up the marriage contract." Vim laughed, "He loves to tease me." He sighed inwardly. He knew this was the least of his worries, but he was almost 16. His dad's teasing would probably turn to seriousness. He shook the thoughts out of his mind. He had bigger things to worry about.

"I wish we had even a single lead."

[Boethiah]

Well that took an unexpected turn. She blushed a little, but she tried looking away so he wouldn't see it. At least he changed the subject. "Have you talked to Allyssa's sister? Or Skips? Maybe they know something."

[Vim]

Vim shrugged. "They know just as much as I do. And that's not much." suddenly the door downstairs opened and a pair of heavy footsteps entered. "Dad's home," said Vim. Genoveffa jumped up and down. "Papa!" She ran downstairs.

"Vim!" Called a deep voice from downstairs, "I could use some help with this boar." Vim stood up. "I guess you get to meet the whole family." He said, and walked downstairs.

[Boethiah]

"Guess so," she smirked. She was a bit worried that what he said about her meeting his father was true. She was already 16. That just made her more of a candidate. But either way, she went downstairs with him and saw his dad with a fairly large boar being dragged in.

[Vim]

Vim walked over and picked up the boar. He slung it over his shoulder. He'd dragged an entire bear for a mile, so a boar was no big deal. He brought it to the kitchen. "Dad, this is Boethiah." Vim said, draping a bloody sheet over the table to protect it. Then he laid down the boar on the table.

Vim's dad was about 2 inches taller than Vim, but was much bigger. He was built like most Viking men. He had black hair and a scraggly beard. He would have looked threatening if he wasn't smiling broadly and throwing his daughter into the air. He set down Genoveffa. "So you're the lass my boy has been running off with?" He said with a booming laugh. "Nice ta meet yah."

[Boethiah]

She saw his father and was a bit scared by his appearance. Her father wasn't like that, but of course, this man was a hunter and not a brute. He knew how to peace. But he was smiling so it made it a bit better. At the mention of her and Vim hanging out, she smirked a bit, giving Vim a glance. "Nice to meet you as well, sir." She wondered if they knew that the reason he had to get those stitches was because he was defending her. If they didn't and she said it, would they hate her for nearly killing their son and not protecting herself? She didn't know, so she remained quiet on the subject.

[Vim]

He laughed. "I heard you're the reason my son was nearly disemboweled." He smiled at her. He may have appeared big and scary, but he was known as one of the friendliest Vikings on Berk. "I'm glad he saved you. I taught him right. Didn't I, son?"

"Sure thing, dad." Grunted Vim from the kitchen. He was busy gutting the boar.

"So, Boethiah is it? And who would your parents be?"

[Boethiah]

So they did know. At least they didn't want her head on a plaque like the bear's head in Vim's room. Made her feel a bit safer. She was able to smile a little. "My father is Jyggalag and my mother is Namira. They were warriors when we were at war with the dragons."

((All the Elder Scrolls references ^^))

[Vim]

His eyes lit up. "I'm on good terms with them! They buy my peace often. You've probably had my elk or boar a couple of times."

Vim called from the kitchen, "Dad! The boar is ready to be finished."

"It was nice to meet you," he said, "and tell your parents ill be visiting soon." He finished with a wink. He disappeared into the kitchen and Vim came out. His face was as red as his hands. "Let's go," he muttered, "I need to wash off."

[Boethiah]

Oh good. They all know each other. Well then this'd be going great with her parents then. She saw Vim come out and he was bloodied up. A different way, though, than when he was fighting. Boe nodded and decided to follow him. Once outside and walking, she said, "So your family's all nice...do you really talk about me that much?" A small chuckle came out, maybe out of nervousness, but probably because she found it hard to believe someone would talk about her that much.

[Vim]

"Well I had to explain why my guts were about to fall out," he said, "then they kept on asking." He walked to the well and pulled up a bucket. "Sorry about my dad." He said as he washed himself. "Can I meet your parents next time?"

[Boethiah]

Okay well that made sense. "Don't apologize. He's nice." A bit frightening, she was going to add, but nice all the same.

When he asked about meeting her parents, she shrugged. "Sure. I don't see why not." Of course, since Vim's father knew her parents, they were going to be all over him. Really, her mother was just glad she made some trustworthy bonds while at school. At least she still talked to Vim and everyone.