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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 20, 2013 12:42:21 GMT -8
Metal simply spun his sword with seemingly no effort and deflected them.
"look I don't have time for this, just go back hom there are people waiting for both of you all worried and I have jobs I need to do"
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Post by Vim on Aug 20, 2013 12:43:52 GMT -8
"We're not due to be married until before Snoggletog, idiot!" Snarled Vim, "You've been given a bad job, assassin." He spat the last word. "I thought you were different. I guess I was wrong, Wanderer."
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Post by Tempest on Aug 20, 2013 12:47:27 GMT -8
Allyssa saw another Monstrous Nightmare. It was black and red. Around its wing was a net, bound tightly around its wing so it couldn't fly. "Oh, your friend is hurt." Allyssa took some shears from Tempest's saddlebag and began cutting.
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 20, 2013 12:48:45 GMT -8
"Regardless of WHEN I have a job, that was my job at no point did I w=say you were getting married this instant, and i was I left berk for a new home however I didn't find one and everyday since then I had to fight to survive it's been a good trust me" he turned his gaze to boethiah. "and what about you, you don't seem to have changed are you still the student I once taught or are you as hostile as this guy,?" he gestured to Vim with his chin "also marrige really?"
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 20, 2013 13:02:49 GMT -8
She couldn't look at him, yet she couldn't take her eyes off of him. That was Metal. "I...You're an assassin now?" Was all those ways he acted towards her just cover ups? But at the mention of marriage, she rolled her eyes a bit. "It's not like we had a choice. It was arranged by our fathers." She didn't want to hurt him, but something about him changed after the fight on Outcast Island.
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Post by Tempest on Aug 20, 2013 13:06:02 GMT -8
After cutting the net off and making sure it was destroyed, Allyssa started cleaning the wound that the ropes had left behind.
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 20, 2013 13:09:30 GMT -8
"Arranged huh? well I wouldn't know anything about that the last of my traditions are over there" he pointed to Boethiah's bow he had made. "and just like you I had no choice but to adapt to survive" He looked at them both then at their dragons it was about midday now and his stomach rumbled. "both of you go home, if you don't want the marriage make a stand for yourself" he sat down and with one had pulled out a snadwich and began eating sword still in his right hand sandwich in his left
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Post by Vim on Aug 20, 2013 13:11:02 GMT -8
((I gtg to a fair ill be back on later
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 20, 2013 13:12:23 GMT -8
((I gtg to a fair ill be back on later ((have fun))
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 20, 2013 13:18:47 GMT -8
((Okay))
She looked over at Vim, then back to Metal and sighed. "It feels like you've changed, Metal. I don't know if this is how you've always been, but the Metal I met back at school seems to be so much more..." Boethiah couldn't find the words. Her head glanced at the bow he had given her. It was a gift before battle. "You know that Skips probably misses you."
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Post by Tempest on Aug 20, 2013 13:23:54 GMT -8
Allyssa finished cleaning the wound, and applied it with fresh bandages. "You'll be all set in a few days." She layed back, then realized it was lunchtime. She hadn't eaten anything in the last few days. "Tempest, want to come with me? I'm going fishing."
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 20, 2013 13:30:29 GMT -8
Metal folded his arms and though for a few seconds before opening them.
"miss me huh?" he snorted
"friends?......lovers?" the last word he gestured at the two stood before him.
"there all illusions in life you can only count on your self, everyone is out to get you and everybody wants something from you, as soon as you let your guard down they will strike you, I don't need people like that ... I'm better off alone" the lonely look vanished from Metals face and he returned to his slightly happy yet demented self.
"regardless of any of that I still have respect for you Boethiah" he handed her a small cylinder made of metal with a screw cap.
"if you are ever in trouble or need my services or just want to gaze at the scars I have collected unscrew the cap and I will be able to find you no matter where you are ... consider it a wedding gift!" Metal smirked once more, "now fly home it's late and people will be searching for you frantically remember they think there's a crazed killer on the lose" Metal though about what he just said "and they are right"
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 20, 2013 13:36:57 GMT -8
She took the gift and wanted to open it, but it was meant for when she needed him, so she nodded and kept it in her hands. "Metal, you've already been deemed a traitor to Berk and now you want to be some psychotic murderer too? I know that pretty much everyone you've met so far wanted to hurt you, but when you were missing, I felt like it was my fault. We all thought we could have done more and that's why we went after you." Boethiah realized there was no way to convince him out of his current state, she she just shrugged and got up. "Just know that if you ever need somewhere to go, we'll all be there." She got on Zirth and started going after Vim, when she turned back to him and corrected, "And it's friends. We're only sixteen, you know." With a small smirk, she took off with Vim, back to the main island to hopefully calm people down a bit.
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Post by Skips on Aug 20, 2013 13:38:16 GMT -8
((Good work guys, this is getting exciting! Doing well ouo))
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 20, 2013 13:47:47 GMT -8
Metal sat back on the rock, he decided to pick up his payment later, he dropped the act almost as soon as Boethiah was out of sight, Metal let out a long deep sigh and began muttering to himself. "I'm sorry Boethiah but some things have to change and what I said was true i don't have any friends I'm better off alone, there no other option's for me" after a while he paddled back to his cave where Shadow was waiting for him, they sat at the entrance and shadow wrapped her wing around Metal as they stared at the stars.
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