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

[moonlight1393]

Dotta woke up. Her head rested on her mother's chest as her arms wrapped around Dotta in an iron-tight hug. She'd passed out during the debridement process again. This would have to happen a couple more times. But most of the damage was on her arm, which she lost anyway.

"morning, pumpkin." Her mother said, noticing Dotta was awake.

"hey," She said weakly. Her voice was hoarse from all the screaming she'd done.

"You feeling hungry or something?" Her father asked.

"Not really."

"Good. 'Cause Blackie and I accidently ate all the fish in Berk." Dotta actually chuckled at that one. Thank Thor for her ridiculous parents.

"Speaking of which, where is she? How's Lil' Blackie?" Her father merely pointed to the open window. Lil' Blackie popped her head through. She warbled excitedly when she saw her trainer smiling at her.

[Boethiah]

"Of course I would, Vim." She partially felt just as responsible for his disappearance as Vim did. She was his student and when he was being taken away, she didn't do anything. Just stood frozen there as she watched him be dragged off by Stoick and the other adults. Boe looked at Vim and put a hand on his shoulder. "But don't push yourself, okay? I don't want you to think you're okay to go off and find him and not be."

[Tempest]

Annabethe waited for the girl to talk. I bet no one gives a care about my sister. They didn't know what she had done, the young Viking thought.

[Skips]

Park flew closer. "I uh... I'm sorry about your sister. I mean- not to say that she's dea- Oh gosh, I really need to work on talking to people about serious subjects..." Skips blundered, facepalming.
"Look- I. Let's just get down to it. You know by now that I'm looking for Metal, right? And you're looking for your sister. I was just thinking, let's make a deal - if I help you look for your sister, you can help me look for Metal. Win-win, right? Two better than one? All that jazz?"

[Vim]

He looked down. "My stitches come out tomorrow. After that I won't have to worry about them tearing. I'll be able to do more."

[Tempest]

Annabethe looked at her in surprise. Then, she stuck out her hand. "Deal."

[Boethiah]

"Still. You aren't invisible, Vim. Especially after all that." She didn't want him dead. Or any of her other friends. With two of them missing and one dismembered, it'd really be a smack to the face with one dead.

[Vim]

He laughed. "You're not getting rid of me that easy," he said, nudging her. He tossed the melted remains of his yak cream to Thorntail who was sitting nearby with Boethiah's dragon. It felt good to have a normal talk.

[moonlight1393]

After a quick nap, Dotta had been cleared to walk around outside. On the condition that she didn't try t ride Lil' Blackie and she never stray more than a few feet away from the infirmary. Dotta had to get outside. She hated being couped up and stuck in bed all day. Not that she didn't enjoy getting some extra Z's in. But this was all too much.

Lil' Blackie was doing well. The holes in her wings were closed up but the skin was thin like glass. It was fragile and see through. And she had scar tissue forming to the puncture wounds on the rest of her body. Dotta felt a pang of guilt as she ran her hand over the scars. She couldn't shake the feeling that it was her fault somehow. After all, it wasn't just Lil' Blackie out there. Dotta was responsible for her dragon, not the other way around.

Lil' Blackie saw how her trainer's expression changed. She nuzzled her snout into Dotta's chest. She wanted to see her trainer smile again. Dotta cradled Lil' Blackie's head with her one arm and said, "I'm sorry, girl. I'm just so sorry." Dotta bit her lip as she forced the tears back. She was done crying.

[Skips]

Skips fumbled to take Annabethe's hand, nearly slipping from her saddle in the process, Park nudging her upwards with his wing. Finally she managed to grab the other rider around the wrist and shook her hand vigorously, now wearing a small grin. "Nice to do business with you." She sat back into the saddle. "I'm assuming you've searched around the island as many times as me, huh? So we probably shouldn't do much more of that if we can help it. You're probably more clever than me and know more about what happened to Metal? Not to mention your sister too. Can you rule out any areas besides the obvious impossible stuff that they can't be? Then we can try to search the rest."

[Boethiah]

Boethiah chuckled, smiling truly for once. "I wouldn't think so, Mr. Tough Viking." It had been so long since she smiled like that. Or so it seemed to be. The war seemed to had gone on forever. She had finished her yak cream and was twiddling her thumbs. This was normal...but it seemed so weird.

[Tempest]

"Well, what did he do before he disappeared?"

[Vim]

The sun was setting, spraying the sky with brilliant orange and red which was reflected by the water. Berk really did have a charming view of the sunset.

"Thanks for being my friend." He said, still staring out on the horizon. "He stood up. "We should probably head home. I'll see you tomorrow after I get my stitches out."

[Skips]

"Ah, right then. In seems you know just as much as I do. At the moment, I'm going on rumours and assumptions, I wasn't there either. To sum things up, apparently he was banished as a traitor, during the fight because he kept everyone in the school or something? I'm not sure. I have no clue where he could be - and as for your sister, I've never even met her, so I'll be even less of a help for information there." She sighed, no longer grinning. They needed more help.

[Tempest]

"The fight..." Annabethe's face fell. "No...do you think he's kidnapped?"