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 Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 3:52 pm
Hel’s lips pulled into a maddening grin. Oh ho…quite a few things she could tell Herryk…but the point wasn’t to tell him, it was to make Freya cave and tell her what she did to Mot!
“Ah, yes! Very good…You see…” Hel started, but paused as she noticed she had Freya’s attention, since she narrowed her eyes and even covered Herryk’s ears. “I won’t if you tell me what you did.” Hel sneered, fingers tightening on Herryk’s shoulder as she glared back at her sister. This look was also the ‘if you don’t tell me NOW, I will tell Herryk’ look. So last chance, really. Hel was agitated and impatient.
Sadly, Mot's dirty look was missed in this heated exchange with her sister.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 3:57 pm
Damn, she didn't see the look. Mot sighed and carried on his own business.
Watching clothes dry.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 3:58 pm
Herryk wasn't really sure what was going on. Yes, Freya had covered his ears, but he could still hear although it was rather muffled. He wasn't sure what was going on between the sisters. Freya had done something that had upset Hel, this much was obvious, and by the tightening of Hel's fingers on his shoulder, it had upset her very much.
"Freya," he grunted, pulling forward so that her hands slipped from either side of his head, "Herryk is not sure what is going on, but ... Hel is squeezing Herryk's shoulder so it is probably very upsetting to Freya's baby sister." He patted Hel's hand as if to console her.
"What did Freya do?" :T
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 4:02 pm
Freya dropped her hands when both Hel and Herryk tried to get her to confess, and she huffed indignantly. "All right, I've had enough of this games! Why do you keeps saying I did something, Hel! I did nothings! Nothings!"
She pushed away from Herryk, grabbed the spare bloomers, and stormed away to go put them on away from the group. It was there that she was assaulted by the sound of a really high pitched voice crooning at her to stay alive, and a door that creaked open at her proximity.
A door.
A way out.
Freya struggled with the bloomers quickly. "Boils. BOILS. We're up."
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 4:12 pm
“I know you did something, sister!” Hel replied, her tone rising, as she was starting to lose her temper.
But…wait! Freya wasn’t caving! Why wasn’t she caving!?
Hel had the key to some pretty deep and dark secrets, and Freya was just going to walk away from her!? The reaper leapt to her feet, staring after her sister. “Don’t you dare turn your back on me!” The ghoul stomped her foot, and then looked down at Herryk. One secret ready to go? Sure! Maybe if she let one slide, Freya would see things her way.
Hel kneeled back down in front of Herryk, staring at him. “My sister is pretty fond of the boils, yes?” She sneered. “Very friendly with them, she is! But for all her friendliness, my dearest has never been truly intimate with any so far! She likes to talk the talk, but she has not walked the walk.” Hel shot a look back over at Freya.
If this didn't work...Hel had another one ready to go...
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 4:17 pm
Herryk, truly just a casualty of this sisterly war, stared blankly at Hel for a long moment. His brows twitched in utter confusion and the Draugr rose to his feet and placed his hands on his hips. Silence dragged on for a few long moments as he turned to glance at Freya before turning his attention back to her little sister.
"Hel is saying," he cleared his throat and rubbed his jaw with a wide hand, "that Freya has... has never done the sex and intimates with any boil ever in her whole life?" But wait. Fond of the boils?
What was THAT supposed to mean?!
"Has Freya," Herryk almost thundered, "had lobsters with OTHER BOILS?!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 4:27 pm
Freya was standing at the door, ready to usher her boils out, when Hel dropped the bomb. The double bomb, really. Not only did she embarrass Freya by telling Herryk.. that, but-
For a split second, Freya turned to look at Herryk in horror. Even if no one else knew what he meant, she did, and the sound of her heart breaking was audible.
Oh, wait, that was the sound of the music as the man's voice hit a high note. Either way.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Freya's face turned red as she enraged and flung herself at her sister, intent on ripping every one of those pretty little hairs out of her pretty little head.
This just got real.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 4:28 pm
Christof had been content to sulk quietly as braiding-ghoulie-boo-time unfolded. Even Herryk seemed to be in on it, and the mammoth first-year had struck him as more... manly than that. Humph. Thankfully his own oily, muddy hair was carefully tucked away in that ridiculous puppy-eared hood Calder had insisted he wore. At Freya's shout, though, his head lift up. A dim sound of music wafted through- ah! An open door! Immediately he bolted after her, grabbing Barth sharply by the collar to drag along behind him before the thing closed.
Something seemed to distract Hel, but hopefully she would get her priorities straight before the door closed and they were locked in as well!
((Exiting back to Group 3, Barth is welcome to wriggle free))
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 4:29 pm
Riyo had been doing her best to mind her own business after Shun... Owned her.
That is, until she heard Hel's voice.
Upset.
Lowering the wet hood from her head, Riyo's ears twitched at the sound of drama, peering over her shoulder in the valkyrie's direction. Her focus stayed on Hel, lest she saw something she didn't want to see... Again.
Wait. Was that... Was that one of her sisters? Ohhh, she looked mad. OH s**t. NOW THEY WERE FIGHTING. LOOK AT THAT!
Excellent.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 4:34 pm
“That is exactly what I’m saying, friend.” Hel snarled, staring at her sister.
Oh ho…Freya was pissed. This made Hel happy. “Come at me, sister!” The younger valkyrie sneered, taking her bag and tossing it away from her. Hearing her sister’s battle cry was like music to her ears, and the younger Brynhildr sister was ready to throw down as Freya’s face turned red and she lunged at her. Hel wasted no time in lunging back as well, her hands outstretched, ready to pull out some of Freya’s pretty blonde hair as well.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 4:41 pm
Herryk was so, so incredibly tempted to just let the sisters brawl. There were obviously some familial issues here that Herryk really didn't understand (and never would). However, he was very much attached to the hair on top of Freya's pretty head, and so he did what any boil would. Well, any large boil, at least.
Partially stepping between the ghouls, Herryk used one thick arm to wrap around Freya's waist while the other went around Hel's. In this way he could keep them kind of semi-separated, at least until he could get some help.
Like.. right now.
Turning to face Hel's group, Herryk narrowed his eyes at the lot of them despite the furious Valkyries he was currently latched on to.
"Someone come get Hel from Herryk," he bellowed, "before they are both bald from ripping hairs out!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 4:45 pm
Being held away from her sister did not seem to stop Freya from TRYING to get to her. Freya was flailing like a crazy windmill in Herryk's arms. She was a machine.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 4:50 pm
Hearing Freya's battle cry pried Mot from his happy thoughts of drying clothing. His head perked up and witnessed two very pissed off Valkyries.  Oh s**t.Upon Herryk's request, the reaper sprung to his feet, nearly slip sliding his way to the trio in wet socks. Despite the danger of getting scratched at, Mot took hold of Hel, hoisting her over his shoulder.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 4:56 pm
All that existed in this moment was Freya…until something large and dark got in the way.
Hel screamed in frustration as she was snatched up, and instead of feeling Freya’s flesh underneath her hands, she was instead kept from her. Much like her sister though, Hel still tried to get at her, her fists flailing like mad to just try and sock her sister. The thought of summoning her spear just to destroy that pretty face of hers crossed her mind, and (un)luckily, before she could act on that impulse, she was transferred from Herryk to Mot. This didn’t do anything to lessen her rage.
“Let. Me. Go.” The younger valkyrie as practically spitting nails, flailing as she tried to tear out of Mot’s grasp to get back at her sister.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 5:00 pm
Herryk could admire a boil that could sling a ghoul over his shoulder. It seemed like the most appropriate way to carry a pissed off Valkyrie. Herryk followed suit save for one small difference.
As he stomped off towards the room with the strange music, he lifted one hand and delivered a hearty whack to her rear.
"...lobsters... sex and intimates .... other boils ... worst field trip ever..."
((Exiting back to Group 3))
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