originally posted in:The New Dojo
"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?"
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"I'm the one that thought it would be a good idea to talk to you. Why?"
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"Just wondering about it." [i]Isabella remarked then.[/i] "No matter. If she wishes to join me in leader, then she may. But the progress that we have made in these months.. it was brought upon by me. Freya's restoration of Dojoville was a success, but my control over it shall be remembered for years to come."
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"Umm...okay? I'll go tell her. I hope your dragon is okay." Traci then began to walk back to Freya, turning away from Bella. She thought Isabella's comments were a little arrogant, but didn't think too much on it.
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"...fuсking whоre." [i]Isabella muttered underneath her breath once Traci left, looking down at her balled fist as it began to shake a little.[/i] "...Well?" [i]Freya looked over once Traci entered, unconfident and quiet.[/i]
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"She sounds like she'd be okay with it, but apparently she thinks of you more as a strategist than a leader or something." Traci sighed, luckily not hearing what Isabella muttered.
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"I'm alright with that. As long as I can ensure the survival of our forces.." [i]Freya gripped her hand, nodding as she smiled to herself.[/i] "Thank you, Traci."
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"I still don't think she likes me at all." Traci sat down next to the crippled Freya, groaning a little. "I need rest..."
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 2/5/2018 1:12:05 AM"Bella hates everyone.. it's okay." [i]Freya sighed, kissing Traci on the cheek.[/i] "I'm afraid that I'll be rather.. dull, at night. No movement in my legs, after all. But.. you should get some rest, still."
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"I don't care about that, Freya..." She kissed her back on the cheek in return. "Also, we can get you healed. There are so mamy ways to fix your legs."
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"I could, certainly. I'll look into some prosthetic limbs.." [i]Freya said, as she pushed herself over to her bed, rolled in, and motioned for Traci to hop in as well.[/i] "So.. what else did I miss?"
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"That dragon of Bella's is back after destroying a whole city I was still insode of. I killed some b*tch, pretended to be a girl, pissed off her sister, and almost tore my body apart saving her for some reason." Traci changed into more comfortable sleepwear before she slumped into bed, cuddling up to Freya.
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"...Did you care about her? The woman, I mean. That you claimed to save." [i]Freya rested her head against the soft pillow underneath her, her eyes transitioning from the ceiling of the tent to Traci's being. Light orange and analytical as ever, truly.[/i]
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Traci stared up at thee ceiling, sighing while her body tensed up a bit. "I don't know....I just felt like it's what my mother would've done."
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"Ah.. that's understandable. I.. I never strived to be like my parents. Not my father, nor my mother. Not.. not even Armillion." [i]Freya sighed, shaking her head.[/i] "...Perhaps you did a good thing, or perhaps she'll return for revenge. I wouldn't know.. we'll have to wait, unfortunately."
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"I doubt she likes me, despite saving her life and not killing her sister when I could've. I expect revenge." Traci turned to Freya. "I wish you got to meet my mother..."