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Post by Vim on Aug 31, 2013 17:18:37 GMT -8
Vim ate next to Boethiah. "It's kind of eerie, isn't it?" He asked.
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Post by Tempest on Aug 31, 2013 17:20:12 GMT -8
Allyssa's sleep was filled with nightmares. She jolted awake, and immediately felt nauseous.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 31, 2013 17:20:26 GMT -8
"Yeah...it is." She took another bite of chicken. "Kind of unsettling to know how open we are to everything. Knowing I could just be killed in my sleep or something like that...but we're safe for now...right?"
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Post by Vim on Aug 31, 2013 17:21:29 GMT -8
He smirked. "We'll sleep right by eachother." He assured her. "So if you get cold...." His voice trailed off.
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Post by dragonmaster on Aug 31, 2013 17:21:50 GMT -8
Ragnarok went back to the camp and also brought some food back for the others. They would probably be starving and Allyssa definitely would be after she woke up. After he laid the food near them, he himself went to bed as well. Skipper was already passed out. "I wonder what dragons dream about..." he said to himself as he fell asleep.
(Bed soon guys. Bye)
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 31, 2013 17:35:11 GMT -8
"Noted," she smiled, finishing her chicken. "And you can with me if you get cold too," she teased.
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Post by Vim on Aug 31, 2013 17:36:22 GMT -8
"It's gonna be a chilly night." He noted.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 31, 2013 17:40:08 GMT -8
"Well then," Boe smirked. "Guess we'll have to sleep real close then." Now that she had someone to fight for other than her honor and her father, she felt a bit more at peace with the situation, though it didn't matter what, she was still stressed more than she should have been.
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Post by Vim on Aug 31, 2013 17:50:41 GMT -8
He put an arm around her and scooted them closer to the fire. Now he had another person to fight for. His sisters, his mother, his friends... and his wife. He grinned. "In some ways.... I've never felt more alive."
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 31, 2013 18:00:43 GMT -8
She rested her head on his shoulder. Not because she was tired, but because it felt nice. Felt right in the middle of havoc. "I hope so," she chuckled. "If you were feeling more dead, I would wonder if you were really okay..." Her mind lingered back to the days of the Outcast War. When he said that if he ever got too out of control, to snap him out of it. Maybe it still applied here because she never really trusted his actions since then, even if it were on the down low.
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Post by Vim on Aug 31, 2013 18:11:10 GMT -8
He rested his head on hers. "You have no idea how grateful I am that you're here." He confessed. "You remind me why I fight. You and our friends.... It keeps me from going back to what I was,"
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 31, 2013 18:26:37 GMT -8
Boethiah smiled and felt a shade of red come to her cheeks. She nodded, grateful as well. "You'll never have to go back," she reassured him. "Not as long as all of us are here. We stand together. We're a team." She linked her fingers in one of his hands. "And you're my husband."
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Post by Vim on Aug 31, 2013 18:35:45 GMT -8
He nodded happily as he finished his chicken. "I don't think there will be an attack tonight. The Romans will want to regroup and form a plan for this new situation." His voice trailed off. He remembered the boy his age he killed with his spear. "They're not like the Outcasts. I don't know what they want... I wish I could talk to them."
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 31, 2013 18:48:12 GMT -8
When he said that, the most ridiculous thought came to her mind. "What if you tried?"
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Post by Vim on Aug 31, 2013 18:52:24 GMT -8
He frowned. "They don't speak Norse." He pondered for a minute. "I don't know. But... we can't fight back the entire Roman Legion. The losses would be too great." He crossed his arms. "What do they want? Slaves? Money? Dragons?" He laughed. "It's probably the dragons. Everyone is after Hiccup for that knowledge, but now anyone of us could tell them."
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