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 Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 10:17 pm
Mot's gaze never left the giant of a man. While huge scary and intimidating as he may be, it was fascinating. He was in total awe.
"Ah, yes." Mot replied.Yes, reaper boil. Yup. Easy question. Keep those up!
And of course his weight came into issue, or his lack there of. The reaper subconsciously laid a hand over his stomach, feeling slightly inadequate in present company. Should he explain? No.. telling the man that food made him queasy, he'd just be proving how little and weak he was. For this he had no answer. He couldn't exactly admit he only ate some of Hel's cooking.
His eyes shifted to Herryk as Odin compared his ability to protect to him. Unfair, he thought. He was broguth back to regarding Odin after being poked, rubbing the spot he'd hit and staring up at the lumbering man.
His eyes widened at the words spoken.
"Do yeh even has enough Fear in yeh to gets me some grandkids?"
Mot's brain paused.. paused...
Wait... did he think... that he and Hel were... and he was... but he...
Mot's face flushed red, which he hoped would be covered up by the proximity of the fire. However, his pale complexion tended to bring stark contrast that was severely unwanted when a blush came about. Odin had the wrong idea about he and Hel. But how could Mot tell him otherwise? Would it insult him that he wasn't courting his daughter? But he wasn't! But defend Hel's honor... BUT--- It wasn't that he disliked Hel! He really liked her! She was a dear friend, and a much stronger being than himself. But he had feelings for Lizzy... who was taken by his neighbor. So he couldn't ever have her, and he knew that.. but---
Mot was stuck in his worried thoughts, choking on the awkward question.
So, instead, he tackled the question itself, his more logical side filling in. "I've plenty of Fear. Perfectly capable for a task such as that. However, now is not the time for such things." He answered professionally. "I've much more growing to do, I've yet to become as strong as I hope to be."
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 10:33 pm
Herryk chuckled loudly at Odin's question -- until the pumpkin time topic came up. Curious, Herryk waited patiently for Mot to finish talking before he raised a big hand, one broad index finger slowly lifting skyward.
"Excuse Herryk, Odin father of Freya, but might Herryk ask... what is pumpkin time?" Herryk had never heard the term used before and so the phrase was utterly unfamiliar. He sent a sideways glance in Mot's direction. If Mot had enough fear for pumpkin time, Herryk was almost certain that he himself had more than enough Fear. After all, Herryk could safely say that he was probably four Mots.
Clearing his throat, Herryk settled back in the chair.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 10:37 pm
Freya grinned at Sif's bait. Their mother was trying to stop the fight before it started, but she couldn't help it. Sif deserved it. She managed to whisper a quick Not as far as you had to go to get Thor, before paying attention.
And as quick as that, her grin was gone.
Freya was not expecting to be her sister's maid of honor - and she was half expecting to be left out of the wedding party altogether. She had come to terms with both of these things.
But this.
She sat back on her chair slowly, blinking rapidly. She couldn't process what she'd just been told.
Beside her, one of her sisters giggled.
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Mot's answer actually relieved Odin, he reached out and patted the boil on the shoulder, chuckling gravelly. "Well, yeh has spirit, boil. That's good, yeh needs it with Hel. She is a handful!"
Herryk's question, however, had Odin spilling forth with raucous laughter. He laughed, and laughed, and then his laughter only seemed to die out when he caught sight of Herryk's face, and started to realize.. this big, strapping boil was serious.
"Ahoho.. hoho.. hah.. uhh.. yeh.. oh blessed Gods, yehr serious. I thought they had classes about that kinds of things in schools. Don't know that I'm the one who yeh wants explaining that kinds of thing, Herryk my boil.."
...TOPICCHANGE
"So, do either of yeh boils participate in any afterschool activities? Some physical feats, mebbe?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 10:52 pm
Now, Sif was usually a face of composure, and to her credit, it remained that way, but when you were sisters, you could tell.
Freya’s works made their own mark.
The oldest Brynhildr sister’s brow twitched, and something seemed to shift in her icy blue depths as they narrowed at the second oldest ever so slightly. It didn’t matter though. She’d won again. Seeing the grin be wiped off of Freya’s face, along with the silence and stunned look was worth more than any verbal retort she could have had. The condescending smile returned to Sif’s lips.
“It is an honor. I know. No need to thank me, my dear sisters, I am just….oh so happy to have you both so close tomorrow. Your gowns are upstairs; they’ve already been prepared for you.”
“Aye, they’re very lovely too, at that!” Valdis chimed in oh so happily.
Hel was still horrified. She was a flower ghoul!? But that was a job for scarelings! She was going to have to wear a fancy dress too!? With ribbons and flowers and OH NO not in front of Mot! He wouldn’t let her live this down. She could hear the ‘C’ word already.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 10:54 pm
Herryk...poor Herryk. Mot waved to the boil, in a 'don't worry about it' kind of manner.
Awkward.
"Ah, I'm a member of Fitness Club.." Which he'd only attended once or twice.
Physical feats though? "I fought a rabid hoard of mini pets with a Red Dragon and a fellow Reaper." Damn coconuts. "Outran a giant rampaging boulder with a Bakaneko," And found golden pornography.. ugh. "Rammed through a glass wall to help Hel with a battle on the other side..." Points? He was grasping at straws, really. Mot felt he was the last person who deserved th brag, especially about feats so small. Except trying to save Hel. That was noble in his mind.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 11:23 pm
Finally, it hit her. It really hit her. Her sister was making Hel and herself be ..
Humiliated in front of the entire family.
"MAMA!" Freya finally screamed, slamming her hands down on the table as she stood up and glared wildly at her mother. "How cans yeh let this happens! How cans yeh SITS THERE and says we has lovely dresses, when all Sif's doing is shitting all over us in true Sif style!"
She didn't care that she'd just cussed to her mother. And furthermore, she expected nothing from the woman - she was never going to tell Sif anything she did was wrong. Freya pushed the chair back noisily.
"Yeh knows whats?" She screamed. "I'M NOT HUNGRY ANYMORE."
She took a step back to walk off, but turned, grabbed another turkey leg, glared at the entire table defiantly, and then stormed off.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 11:42 pm
Sif just smiled and took another sip from her goblet. She didn’t need to say anymore.
Valdis, on the other hand, was not going to stand being spoken like that to at her table, regardless of whether Freya felt it was fair or not. The older valkyrie stood, dropping her turkey leg to the plate. “ Freya Brynhildr yeh will not speak with such a foul mouth to meh at meh table! ” She boomed. She then watched as the second oldest start to storm off, and she was hot on her heels in ground eating strides. “All yeh others, clean up.” She barked, and reached out, grabbing the end of Freya’s braid and yanked on it, hard.
“Don’t yeh dare turn yehr back to me, young ghoulie.” She reprimanded, and then moved forward, dragging Freya out of the kitchen and into the pantry. Using her hold on the braid, she yanked the ghoul around to face her, and then planted her hands on her hips. “A lovely example yehr setting for the youngins, Freya.” Valdis started. “Yeh were given a role, and you are shaming meh right now by throwing a tantrum like a scareling! Yeh are a Brynhildr valkyrie. Yeh take it with pride and you fulfill it, even if it does not suit yehr fancy! When yehs have a wedding—“ She prodded Freya in the shoulder. “Yeh requests can be fulfilled, but this is not yehr wedding so you will do what is asked of yeh!”
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 12:18 am
Freya screeched when the pull on her braid stopped her in her tracks, and she let her mother drag her into the pantry, looking quite the part of the hissy fitting sister as she did so.
Then she listened to her mother's words.
Freya, and the rest of her family, had been brought up on some solid rules. One of those rules put heavy influence on just how important on respecting those accomplishments that define a life. Marriage was one of them.
But Freya would never submit to giving Sif an ounce of respect for sleeping her way to her wedding, and her sister damn well knew it.
"I can't believe yehr tellings me to be her ring bearer. Her RING BEARER, Mama. And Hel? The flower girl? How old is she, FOUR?"
No amount of screaming would save her from this fate, she reminded herself. She only wished this weekend was already over and done with, so she could go back home with- school. School, not home. She was home. Here, now.
How confusing.
"All right, Mama." She barely managed to spit out. "And when I gets married, Sif is goings to be the bouquet. So I can throws her off a balcony."
She tugged violently away from her mother's hold, and proceeded to storm back out to go upstairs and be alone with her turkey leg for a while. And maybe think about her own wedding a little. Just because it made her feel better, and not at all because she was imagining a very dark groom at her side.
Maybe she was imagining the turkey leg by her side. It was dark meat, after all.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 6:56 am
It had gone eerily silent in the kitchen again, except for the sounds of dishes and pots clinking as the ghouls cleaned up dinner.
They were eavesdropping, obviously, and while the younger ones cleaned, Sif just sipped her cider, a small smile fixed on her face.
Valdis didn’t care to hear Freya’s protests. “Yeh will do what is asked of yeh, Freya, nothing less, and it doesn’t have to be any more. Yeh take what yehr given and you complete it like an honorable warrior should.” The older woman gave a wave of her hand. “If that’s what yeh what at yehr wedding, then so be it!” Was she really just saying Freya could toss Sif off the balcony? “Yehr sister has wings.” She let Freya storm away this time, only after she gave the second oldest a firm whack to the rear, and then returned to the kitchen to help with the clean up.
“Oi! Syn, Fulla! Squabbling over teh last piece of cake, really? There will be plenty more of tha’ tomorrow!”
Then the kitchen was cleaned up.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 7:06 am
Herryk's brows dropped in a frown when the pumpkin topic was abruptly dropped. He would just have to ask Freya about it when they had a moment alone. With a grunt the draugr listened to Mot's grand tales of strength and Herryk had to admit that he was a bit jealous. Okay, more than a bit.
"Herryk missed Bruteball sign-ups. Once Herryk returns to school after attending this wedding, Herryk is going to try and spar in the gym at least once a day to build his strength." He grunted again, louder this time, and sent a sideways glance in Mot's direction. "When Bruteball sign-ups open again, Herryk is not going to miss them this time."
The draugr supposed that would have to do.
A familiar screech rang out. Herryk slowly rose to his feet, peering towards the entryway to the room they were in. He took half a step forward before sheepishly turning back to Odin. "Should we check on the females? There is..." he gestured mildly as another voice carried throughout the house, this one much louder and commanding, "...so much yelling." Herryk looked as though he wanted nothing more than to make an escape.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 2:02 pm
Mot's eyes were wide, staring in the direction of all of the yelling and screaming. Was.. this normal? Mot just wasn't certain. He knew Hel said her sister's fight all the time, so why worry?
"Aah, I wouldn't worry, Herryk. At least, I don't think so?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 2:14 pm
"AH, SIT DOWN." Odin boomed authoritatively to Herryk, giving him a very stern glance. "The wimmins needs their times teh hash things out. Never walk in on a wimmins fight, boil. Lesson one to beings a man. Yeh hears 'em yelling, yeh stays away. The wee one has the idea, hah."
Yes, Mot was the wee one.
"Well now, thems sounds like some fine activities there Mot! Mebbe yeh gives it some time, and yeh eats more, yeh'll look like Herryk soon enough. Then yeh kin handle that little scamp Hel. I taught my ghouls well now, boils. Don't be trying anything funny with 'em. They only needs say the word, and-"
He ripped the armrest right off his chair, and laughed. "HOHOHOHOHO, YEH KNOWS I'M ONLY TEASIN' YEH BOILS." He bellowed out, with a glimmer in his eye that said No, no I'm not.
Freya had stormed up the stairs, into her old room, and flopped down on one of the many little bed rolls waiting for the sisters. Her face buried into the pillows, and she bit down on the plush, to keep herself from crying. She would not give Sif the pleasure.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 2:27 pm
Respect for Freya's father was the only thing that kept the draugr from marching out of the room so that he could check on Freya. Odin did make a few very good points, though, and Herryk shuffled back to his seat. With a heavy exhale Herryk fell into the plush chair, settling himself into it before thrumming his fingertips on the armrests of the chair.
"Herryk would never dishonor Freya." Yes, he did sound offended. He couldn't help it. "Herryk wants nothing but happiness for Freya, Herryk would have Odin know." Herryk was both looking and sounding quite disgruntled.
"Herryk would never pressure Freya to do something that Freya did not want to do." Yes, that was kind of a low blow to Thor, but Herryk didn't care. Herryk hadn't even met the man who was marrying Sif and he already strongly disliked him, that much was obvious.
"Herryk cares too much for Freya to do such a thing."
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 2:54 pm
After everything was squared away in the kitchen, the ghouls were pardoned from anymore duties for the night, and Hel wasted no time in fleeing from the kitchen to hunt a cowboil down.
The youngest valkyrie burst into the den, tensed, ready to leap into action incase she needed to protect someone, only to find that things were…relatively calm-ish. Until her father ripped the arm right off of his chair. Hel didn’t look impressed. The reaper gave out a loud, exasperated breath as she puffed out her cheeks and then stared at Odin, her hands coming to rest on her hips as she tapped her foot impatiently. “Papa!” Hel snapped. “This is why we can’t have nice things!” She pointed at the arm of the chair that he tore right off.
Okay, good…Mot looked relatively unharmed…she swieveled her attention over to Herryk at the moment. “…Ah, say there friend, Freya requested your presence!” No, she didn’t, but no one in this room knew that. “She’s in her room…just go up the stairs and take a left, and it’s all the way at the end of the hall on the left!” The ghoul made a ‘shoo-shoo’ motion with her hands, and a look that said ‘you can ignore father now, I got this’. She then turned back to her father, and pointed a finger at him, and then at the door. “You. Papa. Out. We’re taking over the den for bed!”
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 3:21 pm
Herryk shot up from the chair, quickly exiting the room for fear of the valkyrie herd catching up to him. He didn't want to have to deal with babbling ghouls talking about how nice his muscles were and how handsome he was and if he was looking for a wife. No, thank you.
Thundering up the stairs three at a time, Herryk took a left at the top and thumped down the hallway. Approaching the last door on the left ... or was it the right? Herryk didn't remember, so he just called out with a soft, "Freyaaa~aaaaahhhhh?"
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