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Post by Tyr "Ripper" King on Oct 2, 2005 21:20:09 GMT -5
"See the sights he tells me! Make sure you get the arrows he tells me!" He growled in anger. He was starving and he noticed on the table, that there was a set out for another person and it seemed that a lot had been eaten without him."That's the last time I cook you a whole roasted pig!" He sighed and whipped out a loaf of bread and threw his bag onto the floor and not caring for crumbs, he just ate sloppily, kicking his shoes onto the floor and putting his sweaty socked feet onto Hannibal's favorite couch pillow.
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Post by Hannibal King on Oct 2, 2005 21:23:04 GMT -5
He yawned and walked into the room. He had been sleeping for the last few hours, feeling a bit on the 'bleh' side. He hadnt heard Ripper come in. But he could see him now. He noticed he was eating bread and had his nasty, corn-infested feet on his favorite pillow. He grumbled. "You know, there's still stew in the kitchen, and some chicken there too." He walked into the kitchen.
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Post by Tyr "Ripper" King on Oct 2, 2005 21:25:01 GMT -5
"That's what you would give to an animal if there were leftovers!" He swung himself around and pulled his socks off."These were his ammo just in case, and he walked into the kitchen."Not even YOU would appreciate what's in that leftover stew. It's like thickening, it's not even stew, it looks like puke."
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Post by Hannibal King on Oct 2, 2005 21:27:32 GMT -5
He merely walked out of the way. "Theres other things. I left it on for whenever you arrived, I didnt know you'd be back this late." He moved out of his way, and crossed his arm, letting him bitch and moan. "There's other food in the pantry, even some already spiced meat. I aint psychic, you know. If I'd have known it would take this long I'd have cooked later for you, but since I dont have ESPN...I dont know."
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Post by Tyr "Ripper" King on Oct 2, 2005 21:29:03 GMT -5
"YOU sent me out for all that junk!" He pulled his shirt off and pointed to a greenish-yellow gash on his side."Please?" His tone changed immediately. He knew he still needed Hannibal's help and that this man was his dad."Please make me some soup? I haven't gotten cooking down yet."
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Post by Hannibal King on Oct 2, 2005 21:31:57 GMT -5
He nodded. "Fine. I'll heal your wound while the soup cooks. Just tell me what you want." He went and picked up the cauldron. It was heavier than a mother, but he managed to pick it up with ease and empty the contents of it, and started washing it out for the soup he was about to cook. He went into the pantry and brought out some vegetables and some meat and started slicing it up, putting it into the caldron, then added water, and walked to a cabinet pulling out a few healings herbs and some bandages.
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Post by Tyr "Ripper" King on Oct 2, 2005 21:34:36 GMT -5
"Whatever, doesn't matter. All your soup is good." He nodded and then kept on standing, moving his arm out of the way."I'd ask you to be gentle, but that's asking for a miracle. Just do it quickly." He was used to Hannibal causing a lot more pain than he thought was needed to heal a wound, but so far Ripper hadn't come home with regular old gashes, everything was always unique. This was his first green and yellow gash.
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Post by Hannibal King on Oct 2, 2005 21:39:07 GMT -5
He walked back and picked up some pliers and sat him on a seat. He took the pliers and stuck them into the gash. He pulled them out, bringing out a nasty looking thing, and put it in a wooden bowl, which he was going to throw away. He took the herbs and started smearing it into the gash, and then took the bandage, wrapping it around him. "That just looks nasty man. It'd be good to save it to throw to someone we dont like." He laughed a bit, washed his hands, going to stir the soup. "Next time, I'll go with ya, incase anyone decides to do this shit again."
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Post by Tyr "Ripper" King on Oct 2, 2005 21:40:57 GMT -5
"I can handle it. I got back alive right?" He eyed Hannibal and sighed. Sometimes the man still acted as if Ripper was incapable of fending for himself he thought. He rubbed his side and sighed. "The other guy's didn't turn green or yellow. He just bled."
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Post by Hannibal King on Oct 2, 2005 21:43:16 GMT -5
He looked at him. "Maybe there's something with your blood that made it change colors." He stirred it again and joined him, on a seat next to him. "I hear that can happen to blood, but who knows." He looked up, and then heard a sound from outside, he could recognize it, it was Dominics.
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Post by Tyr "Ripper" King on Oct 2, 2005 21:45:54 GMT -5
"We allowed to talk to him? Or do I have to refrain from yelling. I feel like breaking these stupid rules. So what if they see me? I don't effect anything big." he sighed and rocked back and forth and then got up, childishly sitting on Hannibal's lap." I bwantses a stwory!" he laughed and fell onto the floor."How can you sit here everyday and not miss the rest of the family?"
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Post by Hannibal King on Oct 2, 2005 21:50:24 GMT -5
"You can talk to him, as long as you refrain from mentioning anything that has happened..and even give him another name." He looked at him and raised his eyebrow, shaking his head. "You're a retard." He chuckled and patted his back. He turned away. "I miss the rest of the family, but I rather not think about it. If I do I'll get all depressed and it would just be bad, so I choose not to think about it." He shrugged, then got up, and picked up a bowl and started pouring soup into it, and handed it to him.
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Post by Tyr "Ripper" King on Oct 2, 2005 21:52:34 GMT -5
"Well I miss them, and I can't stay here for too long, I want to see them." he sighed and just yawned, took the bowl and started sipping from the bowl, chewing on some meat."Thanks dad." he put the bowl down and hugged Hannibal. Even if he came home mad, he was still home, and he knew as long as Hannibal was around he would always have a place to be welcomed at.
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Post by Hannibal King on Oct 2, 2005 21:56:58 GMT -5
"Dont mention it, son." He hugged him back and patted his back. "I hope we can see them too, but until then, we should try to enjoy this ride. I mean come on, we're seeing shit only a handful back home get to see. Hey.." He turned to him and smirk. "We can even make extra money by just 'predicting' the outcomes of certain events, since we already know."
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Post by Tyr "Ripper" King on Oct 2, 2005 21:58:57 GMT -5
He laughed and pulled a pouch of money out."I learned from the best. Predicted a few things and won." he threw the pouch onto the table."Whatever we can use it for, you're the one who knows what we need and don't need."
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