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 Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 5:25 pm
Hel had been rather pleased to have received a message back from Herryk on GroanSpring. The reaper was still getting use to the site…but it was something she was quickly finding herself enjoying. Talking to her friends rather quickly like that was wonderful!
There was a purpose for it though!
Even after coming back from that heinous fieldtrip…there was an event coming up that she nor Freya could escape from. It was tempting, oh so tempting. The fieldtrip had taken quite a toll on them all…but it was something her family just wouldn’t understand, and the grief they would receive for not showing up…It was just easier to suck it up and suffer for a few days than to suffer Sif’s ire for the next few decades. Uuuugh. Regarding that matter though…Hel looked down at the extra invitation and train ticket in her hand. They could invite two guests. Mot had already agreed to go…and though Freya was adamant about not bringing anyone…Hel was adamant about bringing someone for her.
She knew exactly who she wanted.
Hel poked her head out of her door, and looked both ways down the hall. Okay…good…Freya wasn’t around. The reaper crept out of her room, closing her door softly, and then fled down the hall and out of the reaper dorms. Safe! The ghoul looked back at the reaper dorms once more before making her way over to the Undead ones. Hmmm…oh Jack…she didn’t know what room was Herryk’s…oh well…she’d just do what she always did. Search, look, yell if need be…but apparently today was a good day! Not far from the entrance to the Undead dorms, the ghoul spotted a familiar black-skinned boil coming out with a …herd of poofs!?
Bloody Mary that was awesome!.
Hel grinned a bit, and jogged on over to the draugr.
“Herryk!” The reaper called out, coming to a stop before him. “Good to see you, friend.” She then stared down at the poofs…delighted.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 5:47 pm
Walking his poofs was something of a massive ordeal. Herryk had gotten pretty good at it, though. Of course, he hadn't been prepared for the sudden explosion of foxfire population that had occurred in his absence. It had perplexed the draugr completely, and all that he could do was visit the minipet shop, Out of the Closet, for more harnesses and leashes. Ridding himself of his beloved poofs was simply not an option, even though he didn't know where half of them had come from.
Each foxfire was paired off with one other, connected by a small harness contraption that allowed one leash to basically control two foxfires. This meant that Herryk was clutching in one massive fist about, oh... twenty leashes in total, give or take.
Needless to say, Herryk looked rather ridiculous with such a massive herd of poofs, and they were yipping and yapping and bouncing here and there. Nanna rested on one shoulder and the new Nanna-twin Lanna was on his other shoulder -- like ... foxfire spaulders. Herryk's expression was bright with a sort of childish glee as he shuffled along with his poofs, halting here and there for potties and sniffies.
At the familiar voice that called out to him, Herryk gave pause. His eyes brightened when he caught sight of Hel.
"Hel! Herryk is happy to see you." He grinned as she stared at the small conglomeration of poofs. "These are Herryk's foxfires. They ah.. multiplied when Herryk was away." With a merry, crooked smile, Herryk lifted his brows.
"What did Hel need?" He waved an empty hand, "Herryk was going to stop by Freya's dorm later today and also see Hel to see what Herryk could do."
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 5:56 pm
Hel was…experiencing FoxFire envy again.
So. Many. Poofs.
The ghoul knelt, reaching out to run her hands over as many of the foxfires as she could. So soft. The valkyrie wanted to make a FoxFire blanket so bad she couldn’t see straight…just imagine if she could shave all these poofs and then spin their fur into threa—
Oh right. She was here for a reason.
The reaper looked up at the boil. “Multiplied, huh?” Best multiplication, ever. “..Ah, yes!” Okay, the reaper was ready to get down to business, especially after hearing that he was going to go visit her sister later. “…Are you aware that my sister and I are leaving next week to go attend our eldest sister’s wedding?” The young valkyrie started.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 6:05 pm
Herryk nodded his head.
"Freya mentioned this trip when Herryk was carrying her home after she visited the purple tent when we returned home." He dropped his brows in something of a frown as he mulled over the words that Freya had used.
"Freya does not seem happy about going." Understatement of the year, most likely. "Herryk offered to help Freya pack. This is something Herryk thinks that good boilfriends should do." Herryk wanted to be a good boilfriend.
"Herryk was confused about why Freya seemed ... reluctant to go home and visit her family." Absently Herryk lifted a hand to brush his finger against Nanna's fluffy chest.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 6:24 pm
After getting her fill of touching all the fox fires, Hel stood back up, resting her hands on her hips.
“Ah yes…so she has told you a bit…” The reaper paused, staring at Herryk when he said boilfriend. Boilfriend. Boilfriend…Boilfriend!? What!? She had totally missed that! Hel was temporarily sent reeling again. Dear sweet Sally…this school was radically changing Freya…and the valkyrie hardly had to lift a finger! Except in cases like now. “Eh…it’s um…all because of the eldest sister…honestly she’s uh…” Hel wasn’t sure how to describe her to someone who wasn’t familiar with her. There was a certain amount of respect she held for the oldest as well…despite how uh…harsh she was. “…Harsh…brutal.” Hel looked a bit sheepish.
“But..ah! What I wanted to ask of you…it is not for a coward, friend…would you be interested in an offer I have for you?”
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 6:36 pm
Herryk grunted as Hel described their eldest sister. How anyone could be harsh or brutal to sweet little Hel was beyond Herryk. Freya, too. They were both amazing ghouls as far as Herryk was concerned -- strong and honorable.
"Herryk is always willing to help Hel." He hoped she realized how much he meant it, and not just because she was Freya's sister. "After Hel and Herryk discuss this offer, perhaps Hel could answer a few questions for Herryk? ...about Freya." He gave a weak little smile and lifted a brow hopefully.
This would be the most opportune time to get council on how to bring up the topic of the mirror room. It would also be the perfect chance to ask about the one name that Herryk could not stop thinking about.
Thor.
"Please, Hel. Anything that Herryk can do for Hel, he will do."
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 6:45 pm
Hel paused, seeming to consider Herryk’s words. She snapped her fingers, and then smacked her hand on an open palm. “…Alright…I will answer questions, but for an exchange. This offer…it is to stay between you and I for now, friend, is that understood? You can not tell my sister about this offer. Think of it…as a surprise for her. If I have your word you will keep this a secret…I will answer questions for you.”
She held out her dark hand. “Do we have a deal?”
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 6:50 pm
Herryk stared at that small, dark hand for a long, long time.
He visibly wavered. Herryk wasn't sure this was a good idea. Then again, he really wanted answers to these questions. Besides, how mad could Freya get? She was his ghoulfriend, after all, and spending time together was normal for boilfriends and ghoulfriends, was it not?
"Hel has a deal." The desire for answers overwrote his common sense. Freya would probably be thrilled that he was going to tag along. Why wouldn't she be? It would be a nice way for them to spend time together. The more that Herryk thought about it, the better it started to sound.
Carefully Herryk placed his hand in the valkyrie's much smaller one.
"Herryk will keep this a secret. Hel will answer questions for Herryk."
Win/win, right?
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 7:19 pm
Hel grasped Herrky’s hand as firmly as she could, and gave it a shake.
“Alright!” The reaper dug into her apron pocket now, pulling out an invitation and a round trip train ticket. “…Freya and I were allowed to bring a guest each…Freya insisted on not bringing anyone but…I…I really believe you should go…so I am taking her guest selection as well…and inviting you, alright, friend?” She held out the invitation and the train ticket to him. “You can not tell Freya you are going…you can not tell her what I talked to you about…you can not let her see that you have those! Show up to the train station on that date on the ticket…Mot and I will be waiting for you. Freya will try to fight you going…but she can’t stop you! You’re my guest as well, since she refuted both guest invitations.”
The reaper grinned a bit. “…If Freya gets nosey, which I’m sure she will…just tell her I asked you about how to care for FoxFires, alright?”
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 8:37 pm
Herryk grasped the ticket with his free hand, staring at it for a long moment. He had convinced himself that Freya would be overjoyed that he was tagging along. Tucking the tickets safely in the waistband of his loincloth, Herryk smiled brightly at Hel.
"Hel should not worry. Freya is Herryk's ghoulfriend, you know, and boilfriends and ghoulfriends like spending time together." He held up a hand, lifting his index finger. "But do not worry, Hel, Herryk will not tell Freya at all. It will be a good surprise for her!" Yes!
"Now," Herryk began, his expression slowly changing from excitement to something more serious and concerned.
"Who is Thor?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 9:12 pm
“…Ah yes…I would hope that boilfriends and ghoulfriends like spending time together but uh…this situation…is…special, friend.” She gave Herryk a sheepish smile. “But for better or for worse…you will see soon enough.” She gave a nod of her head, but stiffened as soon as Herryk asked his question.
Thor? Really?
“…D…did…my sister tell you about him?” Would Freya really talk about him already, to others? The reaper glanced around, rubbing the back of her neck once more. “…Ah…if we are going to talk about him, friend…I would prefer if it wasn’t out here…” Where anyone could hear.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 9:26 pm
Ahh, so it wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation, so it would seem.
"In the haunted house there was a room of mirrors. It was a terrible place, Hel. Herryk does not know if Hel had the same experience. In there..." the draugr lowered his voice as if divulging a most deep and dark secret, "Freya called Herryk the name Thor." His mouth twisted as if he'd just taken a bite of something sour and horrible.
"Hel's words make Herryk think that this conversation is one that is important. Herryk was just going to... to try and speak with Freya about it, but Herryk has not yet been able to think of the best way to bring it up." He looked helpless and yet determined.
"Hel is welcome to walk back to Herryk's dorm with him -- unless Hel thinks it is improper." He gestured at the yawning pile of fluffs at his feet. "The pups are tired, so if Hel has a better place in mind for a serious chat, we can go there after Herryk drops off the poofs."
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 9:08 am
Oh? Freya and her group went through mirrors too?
“Ah…yes…my team and I did as well…I just flew over the maze…” As Herryk’s voice lowered and his mouth twisted, Hel’s brows furrowed. Freya had murmured his name during the field trip? What had been going on exactly for her to say that? Ah…so many crazy, terrible things went on that trip…
“Indeed…it is very important…” The young valkyrie’s tone was a bit solemn now, her lips twisting into a bit of a scowl at the thought of Thor. Speaking of which, she didn’t understand why her sister named her little mini-pet horse Thor…she needed to rename that poor thing. Hel would think of a suitable name for it! Her expression softened though when the draugr expressed his concern. “Well…a promise is a promise, so I will tell as much as I am able.” The reaper blinked at Herryk’s offer to speak in his room, and snorted softly. “Improper? No! I do not believe it is. I will follow you there, friend. Lead the way.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 9:22 am
"It is not far," Herryk assured Hel before clicking his tongue at the puddle of poofs that pooled around his feet. At his gentle urging, the little herd rose to their feet. Herryk kept them moving at a steady pace, and it wasn't long until they'd made it to the undead dormitory.
A few short seconds later they had reached Herryk's door. Swinging it open, Herryk ushered everyone in before closing the door behind him. Dark and cool, Herryk's dorm was sparsely decorated. Just inside the door were four comfortable chairs, and Herryk gestured in that direction. Two of the chairs were taken up by Herryk's woehounds, Snorri and Karls, which left two available chairs to perch on.
"Hel should make herself at home," Herryk offered, herding the pile of poofs into their little caged area. With a few swift movements, Herryk had unleashed and unharnessed all of the poofs. It was obvious that he was very eager to have this discussion with Hel.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 9:45 am
Hel really didn’t care how far it would be…it really didn’t matter, but as Herryk gathered his herd of poofs, the reaper trailed behind him.
Oooh, the undead dorms! This was Hel’s first time going into them…and now she had been inside every dorm building! It was a rather nice personal accomplishment…though the ghoul couldn’t help but shiver a bit from the chill. Hel moved into Herryk’s room when they arrived, stepping in and looking around curiously. She was…a bit disappointed with how sparse the living space was…and decided that maybe she should look into making it homey…but that would be for another time! A soft smile came to her lips at the woehounds just sleeping in the chairs, and like with the poofs, she boldly went over to give them a hearty amount of attention before taking a seat in one of the free chairs.
Once seated, the reaper pulled her legs up underneath her and leaned forward, resting her head on her hands thoughtfully. Hmm…how did one begin a story like this? “…Well friend…” That was always a good way to start. “…Thor is…a valkyrie…er…boil, that frequented the region the Brynhildrs call home…some time ago, he was in a uh…relationship with my sister. She thought she was…in love.”
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