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Post by Vim on Sept 8, 2013 18:40:54 GMT -8
"Hes... Gone?" Vim finally spoke. "I... How will I tell my mom? My sister?" He leaned against Thorntail for support.
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Post by Boethiah on Sept 8, 2013 18:44:13 GMT -8
"Don't say he's gone, Vim," she eventually choked out. "He...maybe he's just out looking for your or something. Maybe he's back at Berk." She clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms. "He's not gone. Don't say he's gone."
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Post by Vim on Sept 8, 2013 18:51:00 GMT -8
"Well, he's sure as Hel not here!" Vim shouted. He immediately winced when he saw her face. "I'm sorry... I just... I need to get out of here."
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Post by Boethiah on Sept 8, 2013 18:53:17 GMT -8
"Go home then. I'm going to..." She stopped. She didn't know what she was going to do but she sure wasn't going home.
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Post by Vim on Sept 8, 2013 18:57:58 GMT -8
"Come with me." He begged, "please. I can't be alone right now. I need you." His eyes were pleading.
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Post by Boethiah on Sept 8, 2013 19:00:25 GMT -8
She got up. Her face sullen, she nodded. Leaving him alone in this state was dangerous, and she knew that. There wouldn't be a good end for either if they were apart. So she agreed to go with him.
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Post by Vim on Sept 8, 2013 19:02:17 GMT -8
He pulled himself onto Thornail and told him to take them home. Then he slumped against his neck and passed out.
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Post by Boethiah on Sept 8, 2013 19:06:39 GMT -8
Boethiah got on Zirth and the two of them flew off. Looking over, she saw him sleeping. All of this must have taken a toll on him. He was still a teenager after all. Not a grown and burly Viking. She felt tired from all the tears and screaming too. But she kept her head facing forward and eyes open, waiting for herself to wake up from a dream called reality.
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Post by Vim on Sept 8, 2013 19:09:21 GMT -8
Vim woke up when Thorntail landed and threw him off his back. He landed in the dirt with a thud. He glared up and spit out a mouthful of grass and dirt. "Not in the mood."
He stood up and looked at their home. It was just as they left it.
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Post by Boethiah on Sept 8, 2013 19:18:11 GMT -8
Boethiah had landed and she jumped off of Zirth, offering Vim a hand. At least one thing remained the same.
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Post by Vim on Sept 8, 2013 19:23:03 GMT -8
He took her hand and silently led them upstairs. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to spend the night curled up with her under the furs and pretend that just for one night everything was normal.
((Goodnight))
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Post by Boethiah on Sept 8, 2013 19:25:00 GMT -8
((Night))
She went with him and just fell into bed with him, closing her eyes and wishing it'd all be normal again. That'd everything would just be okay again.
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Post by Skips on Sept 8, 2013 23:31:33 GMT -8
((omg guys how can Vim and Boe go home when Skips and Metal are still out there?? D: *joking*
But seriously, I have no control of any other characters so I don't know where to go from here -.- I don't think it would work of they just woke up themselves and went))
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Post by vellos0x1 on Sept 9, 2013 3:01:59 GMT -8
((I think I should make Magnus's perspective after the Explosion because i was away)) Magnus regained his consciousness after being knocked out by the blast of the explosion. He saw the horror of the aftermath of the explosion, his comrade dead or dying, the scent of burned flesh, unholy moan of pain and trees surrounding him. He later search for his dragon "*whistle* Icarus, where in the name of Thor are you" after countless minutes of searching he heard Icarus gliding and land behind him "there you are buddy", he said while petting Icarus's snout "Let's find some survivors" whilist getting on Icarus back and wearing his mask and google to prevent ashes getting through his lungs and eyes. They soon took off to the skies hopping to find Magnus's comrades. ((since they're up to the skies, they can help find survivors Think of him as a SAR team in here  )) |
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Post by oldrockgod on Sept 9, 2013 7:06:51 GMT -8
Metal awoke the next morning ..... atleast, he thought it was morning the smoke stilled blocked out the sun however it was not as heavy and the ash had stopped falling, Metal trued moving but failed, his muscles ached as if someone had cut them open, he waited a moment and flexed his muscles again shaking off the ash and snow, he tried to recall the events of last night as he staggered like a drunk but couldn't remember a thing, he looked around and saw dead bodies most wearing black capes, and it hit Metal as to what had happened .... he fell back down onto his knees the same hollow feeling in his chest took root and squeezed at him, Metal felt an overpowering sense of loneliness. He slowly made his way back to the place he had woken up as it was the only place not covered in ash and sat there all willingness to live had left him, and he sat there blurry eye'd wishing that his life would expire here the only survivor in a barren waste land of un-marked graves and un buried corpses. But something caught his eye a small rustle not far from where he once lay, he brushed back the ash covering the body and his jaw dropped, he dragged the limp body out of the ash as quickly as he could, and check for sign of life ..... at that moment Metal let out a deep breath that he didn't know he was holding, 'she was alive!' Metal stared at the girl whose head rested on his lap 'Skips is alive' Metal left relived and leaned back gazing at the smoke filled sky, he placed a hand on her stomach afraid that if didn't constantly check on her, she would pass on, and so he sat there eye's closed and listening to Skips rhythmic breathing. 'Maybe I hadn't lost everything, I still have her' a horrible realization grasped Metal 'But what if she hates or refuses me?' Metal shook his head banishing the though he would worry about that when she woke up.
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