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Post by Boethiah on Aug 26, 2013 5:44:08 GMT -8
"We all want you to stay," Boethiah snuck in. "Skips wants you to stay. Allyssa, Annabethe, all of us." She took a breath and looked at him. "You're a friend whether you like it or not. And we're trying to help whether you want it or not. That's what friends are supposed to do. I don't know what happened on Outcast Island, but something changed and just...we don't care who you were. You're all of our friend."
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Post by Vim on Aug 26, 2013 5:48:41 GMT -8
Vim nodded. "And I'm sorry. I've been a fool. I've been close minded. I could never leave the past behind." He glanced at Boethiah. "But somebody showed me I was wrong."
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 26, 2013 5:48:41 GMT -8
Metal stared at him for a few moments dumbstruck "I know stoick can be a bit of an oaf bit he isn't stupid, New hair and clothes won't be enough" metal sat there before standing up again and sighed "pas me the clothes at least I'll have s change of clothes before I die"
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Post by Vim on Aug 26, 2013 5:49:47 GMT -8
Vim shook his head. "Nuh uh. Once you're healed you can go wherever you want to. Until then, you're staying right here in the Healer's secret basement."
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 26, 2013 5:54:47 GMT -8
Metal grunted and sat back down on the bed and started to twiddle his bow strings
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Post by Vim on Aug 26, 2013 5:57:55 GMT -8
"Look, you'll be fine. Trust me." He looked at the Healer who was watching them in silence. "He's staying here for now." She nodded. "I think it's time for us to sleep." Vim decided. "I'll come to visit as soon as I can. We need to talk." He nodded at Metal and Boethiah before leaving for home.
((Next day?))
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 26, 2013 6:00:18 GMT -8
Before she left, she gave Metal a quick hug. and then left for her house. She knew he wasn't happy about this. Neither would she if she was in his position. So she just made her way back home to her family and just went up to her room to sleep.
((sure))
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Post by Vim on Aug 26, 2013 6:09:54 GMT -8
Vim woke to his father pounding on his door. Vim pulled on his clothes, rubbing his eyes. "I'm up." He said sleepily. He opened the door and was suddenly smothered in a hug.
"Son, you just keep impressing me!" Praised his father, who started rubbing his head painfully, "First you hunt the buck that will pay for the mundr, now you get Stoick the Vast himself to build you your house! By Odin, boy, you'll be a great Viking one day." He let Vim go and looked at him, slightly teary. "I'm proud of you, son."
Vim was flustered. "Um, thanks dad." He said. "So, what did you get my up so early for?"
Vim's dad handed Vim a coil of rope. "We're going to catch a boar."
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 26, 2013 6:42:23 GMT -8
Metal woke for the second time this morning and looked at his wrist after trying to escape several times the healerhad knocked him unconscious AMD chained him to tbd chair
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Post by Vim on Aug 26, 2013 6:59:25 GMT -8
Vim and his dad dragged the hog tied boar back to their house. "These things are a lot harder to carry when they're alive." Muttered Vim. He was dirty, sweaty and had a bruise on his leg where the boar kicked him. "Where are we going to keep him until the wedding?" He asked. "I built a pen that should keep him." Said his dad. "There. Drop him."
Vim went over to the sturdy fenced in pen and dropped the struggling boar in. "Well, that's done." Said Vim. "I'm going for a ride." He hopped on Thorntail and flew for the healer's.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 26, 2013 7:07:49 GMT -8
Boethiah woke that morning, a feeling of dread and hope filling her. Her head ached from the crying, but she was able to ignore it. Boe ran down the stairs and out the door. She had to go find the others, let them know that Metal was alive and well and that the plan was being put into motion. They'd have to make him a Hooligan.
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Post by Vim on Aug 26, 2013 7:36:41 GMT -8
Vim walked into the Healer's hut and went into the basement. Metal was chained to the floor to keep him from running and getting himself killed. "Hey," He said, "I think we need to talk."
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 26, 2013 7:40:59 GMT -8
Metal stared at him for a while and then stood up the chain around his hand falling off with a clunk, Metal twisted a small metal nail round in his finger's before sitting on the bed and asking "what else could there be to talk about?"
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Post by Vim on Aug 26, 2013 7:48:11 GMT -8
"Well. You don't like me and I sure as Hel don't like you. But... I'm sorry. I was wrong about you." He swallowed. "And where do you think you're going?" He smirked.
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 26, 2013 7:56:06 GMT -8
"back" metal said bluntly rubbing his wrists "I have a few things I need to tend to in my..." Metal searched for the right words "... place of dwelling ..."
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