Post by The Taper Of The Ducts on Jul 24, 2005 13:33:16 GMT -5
Wulf waited, arms crossed, outside the doors to Finn's rooms.
Gods. I know I used his sword to scrape horse dung, but taking that dag-
His thoughts were left unfinished as the door opened.
"Finn, I'm going to start by asking you calmly. Where's the dagger?" asked Wulf.
"What dagger?" asked Finn, confused.
"You know what dagger. Where is it?" demanded Wulf.
"What dagger?" asked Finn again.
"Finn, I'm not an idiot. You know perfectly well what I'm talking about," said Wulf angrily.
"Wulf, I have NO IDEA what the hell you're talking about," said Finn.
"Finn, I'm warning you," said Wulf, grabbing his brother's arm.
"Wulf, I TOLD YOU, I don't know what dagger you're talking about? Why're you so distressed about a- OW!" Finn yelled, as his brother slammed into him hard.
Wulf slammed into his brother again, but this time Finn stuck out his arm and attempted to flip Wulf over. This worked about halfway before Wulf landed a kick to Finn's ribs, falling down as his brother doubled over. He pulled Finn down and attempted to pin him to the floor.
Finn, seeing what Wulf was doing, rolled over and punched Wulf in the gut. "What-the-hell-are-you-so-angry about?" he said, teeth gritted.
"WHERE IS IT?!?!" Wulf yelled in reply, kicking Finn and standing back up.
Finn tried to stand up but was kicked down by his brother. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Wulf's legs and pulled Wulf back to the ground, knocking his forehead against the stone floor.
"Wulf. I have NO IDEA what dagger you're talking about," Finn said calmly.
Wulf's vision blurred. Bloody hell, he thought, rubbing his head. That HURT... Then he remembered the dagger. "The dagger that Sir Lired gave me while I was his squire. It was right before he died, remember?"
"Oh," said Finn. "That dagger."
"AHA!" yelled Wulf. "You know where it is. WHERE IS IT, FINN?"
"Wulf, I don't know where your dagger is!"
Wulf lunged at his brother, pinning him to the ground. "You know perfectly well where it is. You stole it," he seethed.
"Stole it? Wulf, I had no idea what you were talking about until now!" said Finn, frusterated.
Wulf began to repeatedly pummel his brother. "Yes-you-did! I-can't-find-it-anywhere! You-stole-it!"
Finn suddenly reached out and grabbed his brother's wrist, flipping Wulf onto the floor. "Gods, Wulf, you're unbelievable! There's just no reasoning with you, is there? I TOLD you, I DON'T have it!" shouted Finn angrily.
Wulf gave no answer, but instead threw Finn off him and stood up, taking him in a headlock and punching his ribs. In response, Finn bit Wulf's arm and punched him in the eye. As Wulf's hand went to his eye, Finn tried to pin him to the wall.
"So lovely to see that you're handling this like such mature adults," said Mira, who'd been standing in the hallway.
"Shut up, Mira," said Wulf rather viciously.
"What's put YOU in such a fine mood?" asked his sister.
"Finn stole my dagger," said Wulf.
"Wulf, for the LAST bloody time, I did not touch the bloody dagger!" said Finn, throwing up his arms in frustration.
"How old are you, Wulf? TEN?" asked Mira. "The dagger's in the basket by your bed. Lia found it under the bed while she was cleaning your hellhole of a room and put it there."
"Oh," said Wulf. "Well. That settles that, doesn't it?"
Finn's eyes narrowed.
"Erm... hehe... I think I'll just be going downstairs to put something on this eye of mine..." said Wulf.
"Do not, by any means, think this is over, Wulf," said Finn.
"Well, 'bye then!" said Wulf hurriedly, sprinting downstairs and away.
"Hey Mira," said Finn, turning to his sister. "Want to do me a favor?"
"Depends."
"What if it were to involve the general displeasure of our brother?" asked Finn.
"What can I do?" asked Mira, grinning.
Gods. I know I used his sword to scrape horse dung, but taking that dag-
His thoughts were left unfinished as the door opened.
"Finn, I'm going to start by asking you calmly. Where's the dagger?" asked Wulf.
"What dagger?" asked Finn, confused.
"You know what dagger. Where is it?" demanded Wulf.
"What dagger?" asked Finn again.
"Finn, I'm not an idiot. You know perfectly well what I'm talking about," said Wulf angrily.
"Wulf, I have NO IDEA what the hell you're talking about," said Finn.
"Finn, I'm warning you," said Wulf, grabbing his brother's arm.
"Wulf, I TOLD YOU, I don't know what dagger you're talking about? Why're you so distressed about a- OW!" Finn yelled, as his brother slammed into him hard.
Wulf slammed into his brother again, but this time Finn stuck out his arm and attempted to flip Wulf over. This worked about halfway before Wulf landed a kick to Finn's ribs, falling down as his brother doubled over. He pulled Finn down and attempted to pin him to the floor.
Finn, seeing what Wulf was doing, rolled over and punched Wulf in the gut. "What-the-hell-are-you-so-angry about?" he said, teeth gritted.
"WHERE IS IT?!?!" Wulf yelled in reply, kicking Finn and standing back up.
Finn tried to stand up but was kicked down by his brother. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Wulf's legs and pulled Wulf back to the ground, knocking his forehead against the stone floor.
"Wulf. I have NO IDEA what dagger you're talking about," Finn said calmly.
Wulf's vision blurred. Bloody hell, he thought, rubbing his head. That HURT... Then he remembered the dagger. "The dagger that Sir Lired gave me while I was his squire. It was right before he died, remember?"
"Oh," said Finn. "That dagger."
"AHA!" yelled Wulf. "You know where it is. WHERE IS IT, FINN?"
"Wulf, I don't know where your dagger is!"
Wulf lunged at his brother, pinning him to the ground. "You know perfectly well where it is. You stole it," he seethed.
"Stole it? Wulf, I had no idea what you were talking about until now!" said Finn, frusterated.
Wulf began to repeatedly pummel his brother. "Yes-you-did! I-can't-find-it-anywhere! You-stole-it!"
Finn suddenly reached out and grabbed his brother's wrist, flipping Wulf onto the floor. "Gods, Wulf, you're unbelievable! There's just no reasoning with you, is there? I TOLD you, I DON'T have it!" shouted Finn angrily.
Wulf gave no answer, but instead threw Finn off him and stood up, taking him in a headlock and punching his ribs. In response, Finn bit Wulf's arm and punched him in the eye. As Wulf's hand went to his eye, Finn tried to pin him to the wall.
"So lovely to see that you're handling this like such mature adults," said Mira, who'd been standing in the hallway.
"Shut up, Mira," said Wulf rather viciously.
"What's put YOU in such a fine mood?" asked his sister.
"Finn stole my dagger," said Wulf.
"Wulf, for the LAST bloody time, I did not touch the bloody dagger!" said Finn, throwing up his arms in frustration.
"How old are you, Wulf? TEN?" asked Mira. "The dagger's in the basket by your bed. Lia found it under the bed while she was cleaning your hellhole of a room and put it there."
"Oh," said Wulf. "Well. That settles that, doesn't it?"
Finn's eyes narrowed.
"Erm... hehe... I think I'll just be going downstairs to put something on this eye of mine..." said Wulf.
"Do not, by any means, think this is over, Wulf," said Finn.
"Well, 'bye then!" said Wulf hurriedly, sprinting downstairs and away.
"Hey Mira," said Finn, turning to his sister. "Want to do me a favor?"
"Depends."
"What if it were to involve the general displeasure of our brother?" asked Finn.
"What can I do?" asked Mira, grinning.
