RP w/ ShayLlama

"Oui. Of course it is." She smiled a little, continuing to walk. She pointed out a few important landmarks and such.
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How do I reply to that?

I dunno.
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He stuffed his hands in to his coat, keeping his head down. "Interesting."

She nodded, "Oui. Very." She paused, "Do you find your, ah... your father to be annoying?"

"Which one?"

Did he like, heal them? What the h*ll did the Norwegian healer do?
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"Both."

I dunno. Healed them.
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"England.... I can put up with him. But America I can hardly stand. They both treat me like I'm clueless.... like..... like I'm still a child. I've grown up. I don't need their guidance any longer."

Lily frowned as the arrow just fell out and she was healed

"Sorry!" He shouted. "We need this more than you!"
"The hell?" Wheat growled. "Who are they? Need WHAT more than us?!"

"Ah... I can pretty much do what I want, as long as I follow my father's rules. No murder or anything. I've pretty much seen everything... Let's head back"
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"I... I don't know..." She held her shoulder, as she could still feel a bit of the pain. She stood up and drew her sword, "Feel like chasing after them?"

"Yeah.... sounds good...... I'm..... I'm not really scary am I?"
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"Of course." He grinned, then grabbed his khopesh from the Duat and dashed after the Norwegians.

"A little, but, as I've said, I've pretty much seen everything there is to see. Nothing scares me."
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Lily chased after them as well, running beside Wheat.

His threw his khopesh at Espen, effectively tripping the teen.
Espen groaned and struggled to stand as his teammates disappeared in to the trees.
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"Gee, thanks...." he sighed, pulling the hood of his coat over his head. "I guess I should be used to hearing that by now though. I'm just gonna head home. Tell America and England I left."

"Oui. Au revoir."
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Lily ran up and rolled him onto his back and pinned him down with her boot, glaring at him.

He grinned, "Hei, beautiful." He said, coughing a little.
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"Farewell, Fae." He said quietly, snapping his fingers and disappearing.

"Shut up. Wheat!"
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Fae walked back to her home and went inside to find her father, England, and America in the living room. She looked at them, "He left. Can I go read in my room now, or must I be sociable, Daddy? I could just read out here. I don't care what they think of what I'm reading."

"Who are you?!" Wheatley demanded.
"Who am I? Who are you?" Espen hummed, rolling his eyes.
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"No, go and read. How did Roanoke leave?"

"You answer us. Who are you?"
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"He snapped his fingers and was just gone. Au revoir." She walked away and into her room, closing the door behind her. She picked up her book, sat down, and began reading.

"Freyja." He said.
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"Children.... they are complicated, oui?"
"I feel ya, dude. Kids are totally lame."

"What's your actual name?" Lily said.
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England nodded, "Yes."
Fae finished her book rather quickly, then walked back to the living room and sat next to her father, "I finished the book."

"Espen. Norse demigod and son of Freyja." He grumbled.
Wheatley looked at Lily.
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"Good." He nodded.
"Well, dudes, I think we're gonna head off, 'kay?"
"Oui. Get going, filthy english."

Lily looked at Wheatley and then back at Espen, "Where are your friends going?"
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Fae smiled.
England stood and left, not bothering to say goodbye.

"Why should I tell you?"
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"Oh, and Roanoke wasn't to weird, was he?" America asked as he left.
"...."

"He was... quiet." Fae said, "Walked behind me the whole time and hardly said a word. It was strange, oui, but not overly so." She paused, "Oh, and he says it annoys him how you and England treat him like a child." She curled up next to her father, leaning against him, "Au revoir, America."

"We'll kill you if you don't. Tell us and live, or don't and die." She pressed her boot down harder on his chest, "Where are they going?!"

America nodded and took off after england.
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"I won't tell. You'd go kill them."