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Vilkas - Not on Nirn Anymore 2/?
Date: 2014-07-16 12:45 am (UTC)--
Vilkas cleared his throat again, and I was drawn back to the present.
"Well, first things first," I told Shay. "He needs a makeover."
She nodded, looking him over. Of course, finding clothes might prove to be an issue - Vilkas towered over me, and even though my clothing of choice was a comfy, unisex band tee, they probably wouldn't fit him (and like hell was I giving it a shot; I loved those shirts).
"He looks to be around your dad's height... Can you grab something of his?"
Shay had a good point, but the correct answer to her question was 'not if I want to live to see tomorrow'. Of course, it would be easier to explain that they had the same shirt than an armored, armed Nord, so I would have to ignore my survival instinct for the moment.
I ran upstairs to grab a tee and pants, leaving Vilkas in Shay's (probably) capable hands. It didn't take long to find some nondescript clothing and head back downstairs... Where I found Vilkas fighting off Shay as she tried to clean off his war paint with a wet washcloth.
"Jade," Shay complained, "he's being difficult. Told you we should've got Farkas."
To her credit, Shay was able to hold her ground against the bigger Nord, tiny though she may be (those long years of martial arts really paid off...). But he wasn't about to give up, either. And apparently wasn't above stooping to her level to keep his paint.
"Your witch friend created water in thin air."
And no indoor plumbing. This was going to be harder than I thought.
"It's just a faucet. She's not a witch." I sighed. "And these are for you, whenever you decide to stop fighting a teenage girl who's like a foot shorter than you are."
"Hey!" Shay complained, but Vilkas relented a bit then - not without pouting like a stubborn child, of course - and let her clean off his war paint.
I set the clothes on the counter and debated what to do with the armor. It was too bulky to keep out in the open - people would notice it for sure. I could probably get away with hiding it under the mass of clothing that covered the bottom of my closet (the rest of my family had long since decided that it would be better for their health to stay away from what might very well be a hazardous waste zone).
So I waited until Shay had finished and immediately shoved Vilkas back into the bathroom with the clothes and instructions for him to put them on. My mom would be home soon with my sister and the situation would be odd enough to explain as it was, ignoring all of the issues that would arise if I had to tell her that I not only had an older male friend over, but he was wearing armor out of the thirteenth century.
Oh, boy. This was going to be painful.
I was going to have to be gone by the time they got home if I wanted to avoid it, and that might not be a bad thing. There had to be some way to get Vilkas home, and chances were it wasn't in my backyard.
That would be pretty awesome, though. And I should check before we left, now that I thought about it.
Now I just had to convince Shay to agree to my plan. We could leave and seek out... Well, anyone. Someone had to know something about people falling through inter-dimensional rifts; it wasn't exactly normal.
I made a face at Shay because this was soon to be more trouble than it was worth as I ran back up the stairs and out the door, popping the trunk of my car with the keys in my pocket (okay, so maybe it wasn't technically my car, but seriously it might as well have been), and sticking Vilkas' armor in there. I dropped it in unceremoniously and hit a couple of buttons on my phone in an attempt to find out what I could about video game characters falling out of the sky spontaneously.
Unsurprisingly enough, there was precious little on the topic. What did exist seemed to be some sort of twisted fanfiction about an annoyingly self-centered girl named Jayde and her Skyrim obsession.
I sneezed and kept looking.
Re: Vilkas - Not on Nirn Anymore 2/?
Date: 2014-07-16 07:23 am (UTC)Re: Vilkas - Not on Nirn Anymore 2/?
Date: 2014-07-16 07:28 am (UTC)deal with this new world and if your oc will help him! Look for yourself!