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Post by Vim on Aug 18, 2013 18:27:44 GMT -8
"Don't worry... Tempest is your name, right? We were just leaving." Said Vim as he mounted Thorntail.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 18, 2013 18:30:11 GMT -8
She nodded and got on Zirth. "You have any idea where either of them are?" she asked.
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Post by Vim on Aug 18, 2013 18:31:26 GMT -8
"Not a clue," He called as he ascended, "That's what makes it fun!" He shot off towards the docks.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 18, 2013 18:36:38 GMT -8
"Crazy," she mumbled to herself. "That's what he is. And yet I'm still talking to him." She followed after him, following behind. Maybe it would be fun. An odd sort of fun, but it'd be like a real adventure. And finally she'd have something to do.
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Post by Vim on Aug 18, 2013 18:45:03 GMT -8
He landed at the docks and dismounted. He waited for Boethiah to catch up.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 18, 2013 18:50:42 GMT -8
Once at the docks, her and Zirth landed and she jumped off her dragon. Reasons why they were there confused her. "What are we doing over here?" she asked. If they were going somewhere, wouldn't dragons be faster? Maybe he had an idea, in which case, she was concerned on what Vim was plotting.
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Post by Vim on Aug 18, 2013 18:53:23 GMT -8
He slipped the steel dragon dagger from his belt. "I found out what this dagger is for," He said, "It was used to peace dragons." As he said that his dragon got nervous. He patted Thorntail reassuringly.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 18, 2013 18:57:31 GMT -8
"peace dragons?" she asked with raised brows. "I thought the Outcasts were trying to train them, not peace them." Though, they still might peace dragons, they knew the benefits of riding them instead. "Well what does that have to do with anything?"
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Post by Vim on Aug 18, 2013 19:01:14 GMT -8
"Notice the metal?" He said, holding it out to her, "It's steel. We don't use steel. The Outcasts don't use steel. So either the Outcasts traded for it, stole it, or the third option it the guy that stabbed me wasn't an Outcast."
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 18, 2013 19:05:15 GMT -8
Not an Outcast? But that's all who they were fighting. It didn't make sense. "Okay. For the moment, let's assume it's the third option. Who else would want access to the school? Who else would wage war with us? Or even help the Outcasts?"
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Post by Vim on Aug 18, 2013 19:09:30 GMT -8
"Vim smiled. "You're asking all the right questions. But I don't have the answer. Let's ask around the docks to see if anyone knows who this dagger belongs.... belonged to."
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 18, 2013 19:17:36 GMT -8
She nodded and looked around. "Where to start..." she mumbled.
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Post by Vim on Aug 18, 2013 19:18:26 GMT -8
"Um, before we do, maybe we should.... not mention that I stabbed the guy in the chest. In case he has friends."
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 18, 2013 19:26:32 GMT -8
"That would be a good idea," she chuckled. That wouldn't be good. That would just lead the war to the island. Maybe with the people who made that dagger. "Don't want to start another war again with a different tribe, now do we?"
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Post by moonlight1393 on Aug 18, 2013 19:31:34 GMT -8
Dotta was eating a late breakfast at her house. There was a knock at the door. her mother got up to answer it. Normally that would've been Dotta's job but given her missing arm, her parents decided to not push so many tasks onto her just yet. She then called out to Dotta, saying it was one of her friends. Dotta rose from her seat and walked over to find Annabethe standing there looking very nervous.
((got home really late. But I'll start this for Tempest since she usually logs on before me))
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