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Post by Tempest on Aug 18, 2013 12:42:22 GMT -8
"But we were battling the Outcasts, there wasn't anyone else. Maybe the person who stabbed you traded something for it, or stole it."
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Post by Skips on Aug 18, 2013 12:50:49 GMT -8
Previously worried, Skips let Annabethe's words sink in and calmed down a little. "Good point, we don't know anything for sure... should we check Outcast Island?"
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Post by Vim on Aug 18, 2013 12:50:57 GMT -8
"I'm not sure. Anyways, I'll meet up with you guys later. I've got chores to do. Bye"
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Post by Tempest on Aug 18, 2013 12:52:54 GMT -8
Annabethe nodded. "Sounds good, but we're gonna have to sneak out." She nodded again at Vim. "Alright."
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 18, 2013 12:54:55 GMT -8
Zirth nudged Boethiah again, giving a concerned warble. It was true that she was scared about the fate of her friends, but really, she just wanted them to be alright. Have this all be a giant prank and have them jump out of the bushes at some point and come back. But that was a great impossibility. Smiling a little, she rubbed her dragon's nose. "I'm fine, buddy. Don't worry. Before you know it, everything'll be alright."
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Post by Skips on Aug 18, 2013 12:58:08 GMT -8
Skips had to stop herself from punching Vim. First he wants to help and then he goes to do chores?! Metal (and/or Annabethe's sister) could have been getting murdered or tortured at that very second but 'Oh dear Thor, the helmets need to be polished!' 'Typical; lucky me.' She exclaimed inside her head and rolled her eyes, turning the opposite way.
//OOC I don't actually mean to be rude like that! Just character-annoyed-ness ^^;
Edit: Ah, the joys of slow typing again. I guess this sorta fits. Sorry everyone! XD
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 18, 2013 13:01:26 GMT -8
Metal lay wake on the stone floor as a disturbed smile stretched across his face, Twice Alvin had ripped everything he had held dear to him from his arms. The smile disappeared replaced with worried look of anguish, his Friends had betrayed him, his tribe forsaken him, The world turned its back on him and Thor had deserted him. Metal had nowhere to go, no friends no family no tribe. Metal burst out in a hysterical laughter that echoed through the cave with a Hollow under tone.
Two slaves in an opposite cell began in hushed tones.
"hey dady what's wrong with him?" A child about 7 years spoke to her father pointing at metal.
"take a look at his eyes" he said solemnly
"those are the eyes of a man who has lost more than anyone else, those eyes are the eyes of lonely men and the only thing they have left to lose is their physical body's and that makes them dangerous just stay away from him"
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Post by Tempest on Aug 18, 2013 13:40:42 GMT -8
"So now what?" Annabethe cocked her head.
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Post by Skips on Aug 18, 2013 13:47:06 GMT -8
"I don't know... I guess we wait for Vim? Or we could go ask some more people? What do ya say?" Skips said, suddenly feeling exhausted.
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Post by Tempest on Aug 18, 2013 13:49:12 GMT -8
Annabethe's hand ran over a bandaged slash on her arm. She would run her hand over the bandages when she was thinking.
"Sure," she finally said. "Any other friends? Boe's in, but what about the other girl?"
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Post by Skips on Aug 18, 2013 13:53:25 GMT -8
"The other girl? You mean Dotta? She's just lost her arm..." Skips laughed a little awkwardly. "I, uh, don't actually have many friends. Me and Dotta are more... acquaintances."
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Post by Tempest on Aug 18, 2013 13:56:54 GMT -8
"Yeah, I know. I want to see how she's doing," Annabethe said. "Maybe she'll help us too."
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Post by Skips on Aug 18, 2013 14:14:19 GMT -8
"Sure, you know where she is?" Skips smiled.
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Post by Tempest on Aug 18, 2013 14:23:27 GMT -8
"I haven't seen her since the battle, but maybe she's at her house?"
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Post by Vim on Aug 18, 2013 15:20:44 GMT -8
Skips had to stop herself from punching Vim. First he wants to help and then he goes to do chores?! Metal (and/or Annabethe's sister) could have been getting murdered or tortured at that very second but 'Oh dear Thor, the helmets need to be polished!' 'Typical; lucky me.' She exclaimed inside her head and rolled her eyes, turning the opposite way. //OOC I don't actually mean to be rude like that! Just character-annoyed-ness ^^; Edit: Ah, the joys of slow typing again. I guess this sorta fits. Sorry everyone! XD ((Skips, I like you already  )) Vim wiped his brow. He'd spent all afternoon tending to his family's farm and polishing an incredible amount of helmets. He ran over to Thorntail when he was done and hopped on. He flew off to find Boethiah and/or Skips. |
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