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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 25, 2013 9:19:15 GMT -8
METAL rolled up his sleeve as fast as he could and removed the bandages his wounds had reopened but all he could feel was a searing persistent pain that refused to diminish. He thrashed about violently he had no sense of time, where he was or what has happening the only thing he could feel was the pain coursing through him
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 25, 2013 9:20:14 GMT -8
Searching the trees, she saw someone near the cove, a recognizable figure. Once closer, she couldn't believe it. Boethiah landed outside the cove and raced in, seeing Metal inside of it, clenching his arm in a fit of pain. Before she could get a reaction from Vim, she ran over to him and knelt down next to him. "Metal what's wrong? Let me see what happened." She was frantic and scared about his safety.
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Post by Vim on Aug 25, 2013 9:24:11 GMT -8
Vim stood there as Boethiah rushed to Metal. He was close behind her in case he tried anything.
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 25, 2013 9:47:07 GMT -8
Metals fit got worse and worse he started lashing out in pain and caught boethiah in the side of the face in the process, eventually the pain was too great for metal and he blacked out eyes wide open filled with fear
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Post by Vim on Aug 25, 2013 9:48:24 GMT -8
Vim caught Boethiah as she fell backwards in pain. "What did you do?!"
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 25, 2013 9:56:00 GMT -8
Vim caught Boethiah as she fell backwards in pain. "What did you do?!" ((if that was directed at metal he's out cold)) |
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 25, 2013 9:57:47 GMT -8
She got knocked back and held her side, cringing before seeing Metal stop moving. "No..." She moved back to him and tried frantically searching for a pulse, but she was too shaky to. So instead, she tried lifting him up herself before turning to Vim. "Help me get him up! We need to get him to the healer's! We can't leave him here!" Was she crying? If anything, she shouldn't be. But she was scared. No, worse. Terrified.
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Post by Vim on Aug 25, 2013 10:20:06 GMT -8
Vim didn't want to, but he agreed. He put Metal on Thorntail because he didn't trust him with Boethiah and they flew off.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 25, 2013 10:27:47 GMT -8
She flew off with Vim towards the healer's hut. Every so often, she looked to Metal on Thorntail, checking if he was alright. But she knew he wasn't. Thankfully, it wasn't long before they got to the healer. With Vim's help, she got Metal off and brought him inside. The healer seemed to know Metal's face and trusted it, because she didn't go get guards when inside. Metal was laid on a table to get healed. Hopefully, they weren't too late.
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Post by Vim on Aug 25, 2013 10:33:38 GMT -8
Vim took the opportunity to snatch his mask and rub it against one of his wounds, getting his blood on it. "Come with me," Vim said to Boethiah, "to the Great Hall."
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 25, 2013 10:42:07 GMT -8
Metal was going to have a fit when he woke, but this is the only way. "Should we get the others?" she asked while leaving the hut.
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Post by Vim on Aug 25, 2013 10:45:38 GMT -8
"No, not enough time." He said as he hopped on Thorntail and flew off to the Great Hall. They landed and Vim threw the door open. The Vikings looked up and didn't seem suprised it was Vim, but they didn't look happy. Probably because whenever Vim barged in he brought bad news.
"Come on," He said to Boethiah, "No need to be nervous. Look, there's your dad." He said, nodding at the warrior.
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Post by Vim on Aug 25, 2013 11:11:16 GMT -8
((I gtg to the fair again. Last night! I'll be back later))
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 25, 2013 11:27:54 GMT -8
Great. Not only was the chief there, but her dad was too. She reluctantly got off of Zirth and went in with him. There was no need to put on an act of being scared because she was. Scared of the past. Scared of the present. Scared of the future to come.
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Post by Vim on Aug 25, 2013 11:49:34 GMT -8
Vim walked up to Stoick the Vast. "Yes, Vim?" Vim's chest filled with pride at the way he said his name. He dropped the bloody mask on the table. "The Wanderer is dead."
Boethiah's dad looked at him shocked, as well as everyone else. "I told you not to go after him." Said Stoick.
"I didn't." Explained Vim, "we were out for a walk and he attacked us."
Stoick looked impressed. "Well... You certainly are quite the young Viking." He praised. Vim didn't blush, but did smile. "Thank you, chief."
"And, in return for everything you've soon for Berk and the school, I have an announcement." He stood on the table. "The wedding will be moved to next month!" He announced, "and I will personally help build their new house."
Vim's jaw dropped.
((Okay bye for real))
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