Of Twins and Snakes

"I'll go get the stuff, you guys, meet me on our floor?" he asked

There would be no answer from Fi, as she wasn't there anymore. While they had been talking, she'd slipped away to go talk to some of the Valkryies. Not like it wasn't allowed, but some of them were her friends. Of course, she was curious to learn if anyone would be joining the Hotel today.

"Sure." Ian said, heading back up to their floor.

Silvyr snuck into the janitor closet, grabbing 2 bottles of glue, he then snuck into the kitchen grabbing all the macaroni he could hold and returned to his floor. he knocked on Ian's door 'this is gonna be fun' he thought

Watching Silvy from her doorway, she'd refrain from laughing. This ought to be interesting. She didn't know why some people were so easily confused, manipulated or tricked, but they where. As for why she was good at it? Probably due to her Mom.

"uhh... Dude... I.... We were joking about the macaroni crafts...." Ian said, when he opened his door and saw the half-elf standing there with craft supplies.

"ohh, I'll save it for another time." the elf said, clearly embarrassed

She'd burst out laughing. "You two are so guillible! Mom would be embarrassed by you two." She kept laughing, very amused at her Twin and her half-brother. "Oh my Gods, this is Priceless." She'd take a picture with her phone

"I wasn't the one who fell for it." Ian said, grabbing his swords from their spot near his bed. He walked back out into the hallway. "And for the record, just cause Loki was the mom for us doesn't mean he was the mom of all his children."

She'd put her hands over her ears. "I can't hear you! La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la." Yes, it was a sore spot for her, to be reminded that her Mother is actually a Genderfluid nutjob. She actually preferred to think of her Mom as Mom. For some reason, the idea of being birthed by a Man was just horrendously disgusting to her, so she refuted it a lot. "You know better than to tell me that..."

"I thought we had training" Silvyr chimed in, eager to break up the fight.

"You are so immature." Ian told her, then looked over at Silvyr. "Come on, lets get away from her while we still can." He lead the way to the training rooms.

"I am not immature, you are. Everyone knows boys take longer to mature than Girls." She'd flip them both off, following them with her weapons. With which were quite sharp. She took care of them.

ooc: what type of training are we doing?

The elf walked into the training room.

Ian ignored her as he walked into the training room.

Ooc idk

((There is only one type of training here... TO THE DEATH! Because we just respawn later... Pretty much everything in Hotel Valhalla is... TO THE DEATH! Chess, Video Games, Pool, Pong, Macaroni Art, etc.))

They would be joined by the rest of their massive Hallmates, and she'd groan. "Great, we're fighting the Drakons again. Why is it always the Drakons? Why can't we ever just fight the Dire Wolves..." Adjusting her armor and her hair, she'd get ready for battle.

Ian strapped his armor over his chest. "They aren't that hard to beat. The Dire Wolves are easier... so we'll at least get a good work out." He mumbled.

Silvyr checked his runes and slid them back into his bag. "Can you guys stop with your bickering, please"

"We're not fighting. We're having a discussion on how we're going to destroy the Drakons." Ian explained, smirking.

"No, that's what the two of you are doing... I have to help watch from above." Her wings would emerge, and she'd join the rest of the Valkryies in the 'skies' above. "Stay on Target!"

Ian rolled his eyes, he turned to face the Drakon, "Ok don't look it in the eyes, and lets wait to find out if it spits fire or acid, or both!" He said, eyeing the Drakon as it stalked at them. Last time he died because a Drakon spit acid that literally melted through everything, including his face.

Silvyr slipped his hand into his pocket, grabbing a rune from his bag and readying a spell.

She would watch over the two of them as they prepared for combat, then her attention would be drawn elsewhere as the Valkyries were sent to various parts of the battlefield. Their 'fates' were no long her problem, as she had a sector to watch over, which included many combatants.

The Drakon reared its head and blasted a spout of liquid acid out of its mighty jaw. Screams of terror could be heard as the few fighters that were unluckily in the way got disintegrated.

"Ok...." Ian said, thinking. He readied his swords, the Drakon was still occupied by other fighters. He figured they could get behind it while it was distracted and kill it then..