#theragnarssaga

[aaronherzog]

The sound of the brewing coffee pot grated. Everything was loud this morning. Afternoon? Aaron looked around for a clock and didn’t see one. Whatever. For once, he wasn’t hungover, but a headache plagued him anyway. Wandering to the canteen pantry, Aaron peeked inside, hoping for something to leap out at him as appetizing. Nothing did. He found a fruit bowl on the counter and picked over some hard red apples until he uncovered a tiny, lonely clementine. 

When Aaron turned back to the coffee pot, he realized he wasn’t alone. And the person before him wasn’t an island regular. The fresh blood of a newly captured royal used to amuse Aaron to a degree. No, there’s no library here. Yes, there is a decent gym. You’re never getting your phone back. Now it exhausted him, begging the question of how the fuck this kept happening. “Hallo, Ragnar,” Aaron said with a quiet smile. “Care for some coffee?”

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[bo-bellamy]

“The fuck are you doin?”

It wasn’t hard to find a royal out of place on the island. Most of them kept to the Tulach house, the villas, the canteen, the gym, or the beach. This one had sequestered himself at the coves and he just... looked like he was up to no good.

Bo folded her arms, a gust of wind causing her flowery long cardigan to billow in the wind. Yellowy green eyes peered over the cat eye sunglasses on her face, focused on the prince. A Glock 26 was strapped to her thigh beneath high waisted cut off denim shorts. “There are wrong answers,” she added.

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[leciacardoza]

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Lecia sang softly as the slammed the rock down. She had positioned a fork between the rock she was holding and another, larger rock. She wasn’t sure if it would be better to bend all the prongs together to make a sort of triangle shape, or if she should try to just break them off. Work with the ragged edge. She had never made a weapon like this before. In this experimental stage there was no better way to find out, though, than to just try it. She turned the utensil over, and brought down the rock on the other side.

She heard a rustle in the brush, and immediately dropped the rock. Her song died on her lips. The fork disappeared into one of her many pockets. She sat there in the dirt with her hands in her lap, waiting to see who - and hopefully not what - was exploring the edge of the jungle. A few seconds passed. Then someone stepped around a tree nearby. It was, indeed, a who.

“Ragnar,” she said, sounding only somewhat relieved. She pulled her fork back out.

“You have a way off this island yet?”

[aaronherzog]

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One time Ragnar caught Aaron in a chatty state of lucidity/drunkenness and they discussed modern monetary theory for almost an hour. Then they were late to attend dinner.

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3:21am

Celestine: If you and Sacha got married- I would be very supportive.

Celestine: You might be able to knock some sense into him.

3:45am

Celestine: Do you have any food in your room?

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[darialys]

It felt like she had been standing outside his door for hours before she finally reached up and gave two short rasps against the well-worn wood. In reality she’d only been pacing back and forth for about a minute, if that, but her heart was hammering in her chest thinking back on how they’d left things. Ragnar had given her a kiss on the cheek, a definite first. They’d never touched even accidentally before the island and now they’d shared both an embrace and a peck on the cheek. Geneviéve had no clue what to make of it. If she didn’t know better, she’d think Ragnar liked her. 

The carpet would be worn to threads if he didn’t open up soon. She wondered if his presence would calm her or just set her nerves even more on edge. On one hand, she’d begun to feel much more comfortable in his presence. Safe. But on the other, she felt awkward about their last encounter and she knew he was up to something nefarious. He’d been plotting behind the scenes, alluded to it as discreetly as he could, but knowing Ragnar it was something big. She thought back to all the shenanigans that her brother and his best friend had gotten into over the years. They never did anything half-assed. 

Growing impatient, she reached up to knock one more time, harsher this time, when the door flung open. “Hi.”

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