Eragon RP v.2

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Ooc:
Mhm
Sorry the kindle is acting up
But I never confuse names XDD

Jamie sighed heavily. "Whatever the case is. Just.. I will come back and haunt you." Jamie muttered. Some might have taken it as a joke, but he was in a seriousness. "..Quicksilver is fine, I believe." He muttered quickly, before fixing a small shrug. "..I believe so." Was all he said.

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Bayard didn't respond to this with words at first, but he took the warning with a small shrug. Then he added: "Trust me. I know what I have right now...and I'm not going to screw that up anytime soon." At least...not intentionally. Bayard dare not mention the whole situation with 'abandoning her whilst he was on an island for three years' but...whatever their relationship was had certainly taken a far more complicated turn since then. He looked around the room for a moment, then back to Jamie. "Here...sit tight. I'll get your sister." And he scrambled up to his feet, nearly striking his knee on the opposite bed to Jamie's. Of course, he had no idea where Ailene had gone, but he could just as easily contact her with his mind.
'Ey...Ailene? If you're around, I think someone would like to speak with you in the healer's room.

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Sitting, in the kitchen, by the fire, eating cake. Was this her life? Taking another lazy bite, she flopped down, staring at the ceiling, before quickly rubbing her sleeve across her chocolate-rimmed mouth. Huh- oh.. Uh, I will be there..j she murmurs quickly, standing up slowly, and heaving towards the door.
Opening the door silently, she stepped in, and quiet picked through the room, brushing past Bayard. Sitting down, she aced her hands atop her knees. "..hey." Was the timid answer, before Jamie blurted it all out, and explained. It was obvious that mixed feelings swamped through the room.
Once he was done explaining, it seemed like she Was crying.. And maybe she was, but softly.

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Bayard watched rather uncomfortably as Ailene listened to Jamie. He didn't exactly catch their words, so he didn't know if Jamie mentioned that he had taken the blow that was intended for Bayard. Would she be mad at him if she knew? That, really, it was supposed to be him dying on that bed, and not Jamie? He didn't dare approach, because he knew this seemed...private. But Bayard did notice that Ailene seemed awfully close to tears, if she wasn't already crying. He desperately wanted to go to sit by her and comfort her, but he refrained himself. The situation was already as bad as it was, and he didn't want to make it worse by intruding. So, he stayed where he was, a little distance from them but still watching. He leaned up against a wall to rest, because his muscles still ached like crazy from the fight.

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"Okay.." we're her soft words, before she fell backwards into the bed, eyes closed, as her hands knead together. "..I'll be going.." before she heaved herself up, glancing at Jamie, then Bayard, and stepping into the hall. Sighing, she tried to limp down the stairs but that was a slow process.

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Very carefully, Bayard watched her go. He would go after her in a bit...but curiosity was eating away at him. The rider stepped over to Jamie carefully. "Will she be okay?" He questioned, but not particularly looking at Jamie, either. His green gaze was locked on the position where she'd gone. After a moment he tore his gaze away and looked at Jamie. "And, ehrm...what were you telling her? If, that is, you don't mind me asking." It was awfully alien for him to hear himself being polite-ish to Jamie. Nor did he really want to ask but...curiosity was killing him.

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Jamie cursed lightly. "Not too good. She'll be.. sour." Sour. Yes.. one of the thousands of words he could have chosen.
Muttering, he forced his temper down. "..Stuff.. personal stuff rather. And.. me dying. And.. Blaze. And.. a few other things." Jamie didn't feel comfortable discussing his family and things to him.. But he only revealed much.

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"I...came to visit Storm, too. Uh..." Kirby glanced a little uncomfortably at her side. It looked like she'd been cut. "Are you okay? You've got a little...cut. And what happened up there, anyway? Sounds like something's going on. Has something happened?" And, what he didn't say, was: More dragons?[/size]

(Meh. My bad. I say stupid things unintentionally when im tired.)

Akyra's eyes widen slightly in surprise at that particular confession. "Really now? Well im glad you trust her enough to at least visit," she replies with a slight smile. Im sorry for leaving you Storm...but surely you understand my reasoning...? She sends privately to her dragons and Storm simply huffs in reply. Taking that as a 'apology accepted' the she-elf relaxes a bit more. "Oh right...Ya their was a certain brawl going on when i came back...lowered my guard..." She mutters, looking back up at Kirby.

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Bayard glanced uncomfortably around the room, but at last said: "Right. Well..." He was torn between going to see Ailene again, and sticking with Jamie. Despite his initial bitterness towards the guy, he felt obligated to, because of the fact he'd risked his life for Bayard. "I'm going to go to her. Ehr...do you need anything before I do?" The rider added, taking a few steps before glancing back. If Jamie really was dying, Bayard thought it best for him not to be present. They weren't exactly friends, nor did a lot of people want to be around others when they were, indeed, dying. It was more a private act, but Bayard would stay if he really had to.

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"More fighting?" Kirby questioned. "Seems that's all you guys do..." Then, he shook that off. "Well...what now? I don't suppose you guys are going to get all your dragons back from those other dragons, are you?" Because if you are going to, it's a death mission. He added silently, then cringed as he remembered the 'mind thing'.

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Jamie muttered something quickly, before looking up, and shrugging.He opened his mouth to try and make a stinging retort about how he didn't need help, but Jamie thought otherwise. "I'm pretty sure I'll be fine."

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