In peace sons bury their fathers, in war fathers bury their sons
Who: [ regnumbreton, manicliberty, lepetitarchipel, zergrushkeke ] Name (England, America, Korea, and Seychelles. Also open to anyone else who has alliances with them or is apart of...Team Bad Taste~)
When: Day 1, Right after they are let out of the orientation.
Where: B-6, possibly on the way elsewhere
Summary: England catches up with America and perhaps Seychelles, talking about the situation.
( That isn't a rabbit hole, its a door to hell )
When: Day 1, Right after they are let out of the orientation.
Where: B-6, possibly on the way elsewhere
Summary: England catches up with America and perhaps Seychelles, talking about the situation.
( That isn't a rabbit hole, its a door to hell )
...Freakin' "randomly assigned" weaponry. Not only was it going to be more difficult to kill with it, it was disgustingly ironic having been on the receiving end of Vietnam's in the past. If she doesn't turn out to be friendly, then he'd happily get some blows back at her with the stupid thing.
Ugh, that thought felt a little to eager. He really doesn't want to play this game and enjoy it, damn it. It's best if he protects his friends for as long as he can and make sure some sadistic egomaniac like Prussia doesn't win.
The PDA sounded the new message and America pulled it out along with his lighter, a smirk forming on his mouth.
'Probably will come around soon, then,' he thought as he lit up.
Pocketing the PDA and lighter again, he picked up a stone he found and sat next to him and slipped it in his pocket with his little braid and got up, drawing in the cool-hot smoke of his menthol. He peaked around his cover, hoping to England would already be in view and praying harder that someone wasn't trailing them to start some "fun".
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Gold. America.
Calmly he lowered the gun, flicked the safety back on and tucked it in his belt.
"You could have text me back git! I might of blown your head off if it wasn't the very thing that makes you stick out."
He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he moved closer to the American.
"I made sure I wasn't followed. Doubled around a few ways a couple of times, broken some branches, made a path in the bushes. No one will know which way I actually went."
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"Aw, I knew you wouldn't shoot me, Iggy! It slipped my mind, but I'll remember next time~"
He grinned proudly over England's cleverness, pulling the stone and makeshift twine out of his pocket.
"Wish I did the same. I do have this, though, to help throw 'em off the scent."
He meant it literally. America took a good last drag from his cigarette, doing his best to keep the ash in tact as he tied the half-smoked to the stone. Hoping the light would keep going for a bit, he pitched it as far as he could, getting it a decent distance away and in a direction off away from where they'll need to go.
"If we're lucky, that'll catch something dry and make a nice barrier, but I doubt it. I saw the smoke trail for a good bit, though, so someone make track it, thinking I went that way."
He turned back and grabbed his bad and paddle, slinging them over his shoulder, grinning wider at the Brit.
"We can't risk being stuck on a flaming island with all the world killing each other, though, so we'll do what you've been doin'."
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"Brilliant. I mean...nice going there. If we're lucky it will catch something on fire and we won't have to worry much at all."
He looked over the map they had been given and looked over the squares. This was in short, useless. The red dot's...he wasn't even sure what they represented but his eyes went to the one nearest the spot he had originally seen as a good place to hide away.
"We'll head off this direction, hope the flames catch and look around for a good place to make a safe spot. I...was hoping Seychelles would come with us however. D-don't get me wrong...I just don't want her..by herself."
England shrugged and replaced the map.
"She is...such a small young thing."
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"America! Keep up! Come on!"
His PDA was out in a moment and he quickly sent a text
[txt2Seychelles] Hey Where are you? Are you safe?
England looked around, trying to catch sight of the young girl without leaving America far behind. He was making sure not to spread himself out too much in fear of a sudden attack from whomever might be attacking Seychelles.
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She paused, blinked, glanced at her duffel as it buzzed oddly. Holding her gun a bit awkwardly, she reached into the bag, pulling out the PDA and glancing at the screen.
"...England?" she said, tilting her head to the side, then turning and showing the message to Mister Spain. "Um...do you know where we are?"
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He woke the little thing up, searching through it until he found the map of the island and two little blinking dots, one of which was labeled with name and the other with Seychelles. There were two headed toward them as well. He frowned a little.
"It says we're in region B-7." He carefully didn't say that he thought England should have just looked at the map himself.
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[txt2England] B7
That seemed adequate. England'd probably have to do a bit of looking, but he'd find them sooner or later, right?
And as she set her gun down (she couldn't do much more practicing anyway; with their luck, England would probably ending up walking right into the bullets) she did everything to put down that tiny, flicker of a warm feeling with it. So now--thirty years too late, mind him--he cared about how she was? Hmph. Eyebrow weirdo.
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Spain smiled a little to himself at Seychelles grumpy little expression, looking back down at his PDA to check the map again only to watch it flick off the screen entirely. He frowned, searching through the little device in his hands for the map again, and getting only a brief "error cannot access this application" message every time he tried.
He swore quietly and liberally under his breath, shook the thing and held it upside down, and then chuckled.
"Well...it was helpful while it lasted, I suppose..."
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England scowled and flicked it up....just a map. Gah.
Yes, he did realize the...rather oddness for his sudden desire to defend others. Spain and Greece, others whom he had spoken too were...actually less likely to get the same treatment as in all goodness of character, he really didn't have much a reason too.
But Seychelles...who knows. Perhaps he felt indebted? Perhaps he merely wanted another on his "team"...perhaps...perhaps. But only the British man knew these things as he kept close to America as he hurried in the direction of the sound.
[txt2Seychelles]R u injured?
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"Damn, I hope that little girl isn't injured! I was hoping to not run right into a fight this fast!"
Hearing the coordinates being mutter by the Brit as the gun fire ceased, he gave a little smirk.
"Well, if she's able to send you a text, she's probably managed to hold off on her own at least. Just hope that not too many bullets were wasted if they were hers."
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[txt2England] Kinda Why? Wher r u?
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[txt2Seychelles] r u under attack?
He walked a bit slower not knowing if they were getting anywhere near the other two or not yet and trying to spot them out through the thick trees.
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"What's she saying? Is she ok?"
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[txt2England] No u?
Glancing toward the foliage around them, she turned to Spain, holding up an index finger. "Hold on a sec," she said, then skittered over to the trees. Picking a sturdy-looking one, she snatched one of the branches, quickly pulling herself up before depositing herself on one of the middle limbs. Leaning forward, she squinted into the canopy-induced darkness, scanning the seemingly endless expanse of foliage.
"England?" she shouted, her voice disappearing into the growth. "Hey! England!" Where are you?"
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