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Post by Vim on Aug 23, 2013 4:40:44 GMT -8
Just as he suggested that, he realized it was stupid. "I'll wake the baby." He said. "Gods above, I've never had to worry about being quiet for a baby before!" He was suddenly very annoyed with his parents. They were probably having a grand old time while they were babysitting.
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Post by Tempest on Aug 23, 2013 5:07:04 GMT -8
"I'm not sure," Allyssa muttered. "What if other Vikings see him?"
(Going to get back-to-school clothes. -.-
Only reason I haven't left yet is because my sister's taking a while.)
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 23, 2013 5:12:59 GMT -8
She shrugged a bit. "Maybe tomorrow or something when we don't have a baby to wake." She wanted to hear it. Only kind of music she really knew was the lullabies her mother would sing to her as a child. Once she was done eating, she looked at the fire blazing. "Do you think your plan will work?"
((Im sorry i passed out last night ono))
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Post by Vim on Aug 23, 2013 5:19:21 GMT -8
He shrugged and stacked another log on the fire. "I hope so. It would give him a chance to disappear. Make a fresh start."
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Post by Skips on Aug 23, 2013 5:24:07 GMT -8
"What else can we do?! We can't just leave him out here! We can go on Tempest. Or you two can and I'll go on foot if three people is too heavy. We'll sneak around, it won't take that long and they won't notice Metal if you guys are in the air - and then we'll all be warm and comfortable. Well, y'know, except Metal." She said, chewing at her lip. She touched his arm. It was pale and felt like ice, which made her flinch away, drawing her hand back as if burned.
"There are never many people hanging around my house, anyway. Now come on, help me lift him." She commanded quickly in what she hoped was an un-panicked tone.
((Okay ouo Do you have to get a uniform?))
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 23, 2013 5:28:29 GMT -8
She nodded and kept looking at the fire. No word back from Allyssa or Skips or Metal himself. They'd just have to wait until he either lived or died. "Maybe he'd even find a place to call home," she smirked slightly. He lost everything. And if they lost that war with the Outcasts, that would have been them, too.
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Post by Vim on Aug 23, 2013 6:59:58 GMT -8
He nodded slowly. He wanted to move away from this topic. "So... how am I doing?" He asked.
((sorry I was clothes shopping for school))
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Post by Tempest on Aug 23, 2013 8:01:46 GMT -8
(No uniform x3 and I be back)
"There's a bunch of caves by the pillars. We could hide him there," Allyssa suggested.
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Post by Skips on Aug 23, 2013 8:35:43 GMT -8
"But then one of us would have to stay with him in a cave until he wakes up!" She argued, not mentioning the 'at least' and she formed that sentence with in her head. Even if Allyssa felt comfortable with leaving him alone, unconscious, probably to die, she certainly didn't. 'If he wakes up.' Skips corrected in her thoughts, causing a shudder to wrack her body. She sighed. "If you're not gonna help me take him back, at least go get Boethiah for me or something? She and Zirth might help..."
((Lucky!!))
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Post by Tempest on Aug 23, 2013 9:00:39 GMT -8
"I think Boe's busy," Allyssa said. She sighed. "Alright, but we better keep low."
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Post by Skips on Aug 23, 2013 9:19:13 GMT -8
Skips managed a small, triumphant smile. Allyssa helped her to lift and gently place Metal onto Tempest's back, after which they both climbed on. Luckily, both Allyssa and Skips were quite small so there was enough room for all three and Tempest could carry them, albeit having to fly a little slower than usual.
They flew over Berk. Skips thanked the gods that not many people seemed to be outside right now as they approached her door. Tempest landed next to Park, who was by the side of the house, allowing Skips and Allyssa to dismount and carry their unconscious friend in, holding him as straight as possible so as not to aggravate his wounds further. They came to the conclusion to put him on her bed as she didn't actually have another one right now - she lived alone; she had moved out to start practising home repair. Once done, Skips wiped her brow with the not-stained-with-blood part of her hand and smiled in relief. "See? Wasn't so bad." She breathed to her younger friend, exhaustion and relief overcoming her and shaping her tone.
She suddenly, painfully, became aware of Metal's blood covering the both of them. They both looked awful. Like serial killers. "You can, uh. Go home and wash if you want." She offered. "Or you can do it here?" ((I would include directions for a wash-place(?) but I don't actually know how and if Vikings washed themselves and there's no chance I could just put a shower in her house so ogdoydoydpyx))
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Post by Tempest on Aug 23, 2013 9:39:22 GMT -8
"Where's your sink?" Allyssa asked. "I can't risk it."
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 23, 2013 9:52:33 GMT -8
((I was clothes shopping too cx))
"I think you're doing great, Vim." And he was. A part of her thought he was doing better than her.
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Post by Vim on Aug 23, 2013 9:53:29 GMT -8
"Thanks. You're great with babies. Me, I'm better with kids. Like Genoveffa." He said, smiling.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 23, 2013 10:19:32 GMT -8
"Thanks." She smiled a bit. "So our parents aren't probably coming back tonight, it seems." Boe wasn't complaining, but she wished they said they weren't going to.
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