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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/31/2018 12:12:42 AM
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"No worries, we can pay the farmer back."
Traci slid off and gave the dragon a small smile, getting rid of her disguise completely.
"Feels good to be home."
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[i]The dragon nodded, while the approaching cavalry of the Trayvens would come to the farm. And leading them, an armored, though shocked Isabella.[/i] "Traci.." [i]She started, while Ragnarok.. literally barked at Isabella, waging the massive tail as it sat upright for her.[/i] "I thought.. what.. ...What happened?"
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Traci shrugged and sighed, walking towards her. "I have no f*cking idea, but I just want a couple of hugs, a nice warm fire, a blanket, and a cup of hot chocolate."
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"Do hugs from Freya count with those?" [i]As if she had some good news, Isabella smiled a little at Traci, crossing her arms behind her back. She liked drawing out reactions way too much.[/i]
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"Of course." Traci weakly smiled. "Her hugs count as extra really..."
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"Haha. Good.. she's up. I'll.. uh.. catch up with Ragnarok, I guess." [i]Bella murmured, seemingly embarrassed.[/i] "I'll get your report in, later. Don't worry, you'll be paid."
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"Wait! You own the dragon?!" Traci looked back at Ragnarok then back to Bella with a look of disbelief. "How?! It's...okay then. I wanna see Freya." She sighed again, beginning to jog back to the tent they shared.
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[i]The tent was occupied, by a lone Freya.[/i] [i]Freya had changed, a little. Her previously short hair had grown out a little, tied into a messy ponytail. She seemed tired, and.. bound, to a wheelchair. She was reading a book quietly - "The Art of War".[/i]
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Traci walked over, falling to her knees with exhaustion and lazily wrapping her arms around Freya. "Freya..." The girl was dead from the adventure, running out of the tower so fast having taken a toll.
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"...you're back." [i]Those two words started off Freya's reaction, only accompanied by a sniffle and a few tears leaving her eyes. Her fingers would clasp Traci's, stroking her hands quietly as the cripple cried silently.[/i]
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"I'm back..." Traci whispered, resting her face in Freya's lap. "I'm sorry I left."
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"It's not your fault, it's mine. I should've anticipated the attempt on my life.. it was my fault, all of it. And then Bella.." [i]Freya sighed.[/i]
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"Wait, what are you talking about?" She picked her head up, gazing up at Freya. "What about Bella?"
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"She's taken control. I don'r even know if I have any control or power anymore.. with her stepping in, anyhow."
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"I thought you shared the power...come on, you can't let her just take all of that away. We can talk this out, Freya, she can be logical, right? Sometimes? Maybe?"
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"No. Not really." [i]Freya sighed, groaning to herself as she clenched her hands tightly, balling into firm fists.[/i] "I can't stop her, and I don't want you to try to stop her. I'm a cripple, and if.. if something happened to you.." [i]She sighed again, grabbing Traci's hand.[/i]
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Traci smiled up at Freya in a reassuring manner, wanting to try and boost her confidence at least a little. "Freya, I'll be fine. Tell me what I can do."
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"...Talk to her. No threats. No punching. Promise me, Traci. Don't become one of those criminals.. that she burns at the stake." [i]Freya clenched Traci's hand the hardest then, her eyes opening to look up at her.[/i]
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"I won't, Freya, I promise." Traci kissed the top of Freya's head before beginning to walk away and find Bella.
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[i]Isabella had now taken to a more lonesome plain, while Ragnarok had been suited more.. comfortably. Where the spike had been, medics and clerics had begun to work upon the wound, with the beast lying upon the earth. Isabella only seemed to be watching silently.[/i]
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Traci jogged up to Bella, wincing in pain a little bit as she stood before her. "Hey, Bella? May I ask you something?"
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"Yes?" [i]Isabella questioned, then looking at Traci then with those glazing red eyes.[/i]
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She nervously laughed, getting into her more relaxed and out of combat personality. "Wouldya mind letting Freya have a lil more power? It sounds like you're just letting her...do nothing and wither away in the background."
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"I'm saving her from death again, dear Traci." [i]Isabella stated suddenly, as she stared down at the young woman before her.[/i] "I respect you, for your care. But Freya is a strategist, not a leader."
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"She can lead in her condition, just not on the frontlines. Bella, do you really think it's a good idea to only have one person leading?"
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"Trayvens follow strength. She loves her role as a strategist, and I love my role of making the hard decisions that she can't. Unless.. did she put you up to this?"
