Cloudy, With a chance of Fair (Open, hallways)

[soldierfair]

((OOC: Yes I am going to use as many crappy 'fair' puns as I can while I play him.)) So. I guess I'm free

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[perkeleperkele]

Psychotic knife wielding sniper alcoholic countries, for one.

Finland stalked around with his usual: vodka in one hand, knife in another. He glared at the newcomer. He glares at everyone.

[soldierfair]

Oh my gods. It's a tiny little crazy man. And he smells like Reno. Clearly I am in a precarious situation.

I match glare for stare.

[perkeleperkele]

Finland glowered, downing his vodka.

"Mmph," he muttered, clearly unimpressed.

[soldierfair]

I squint at him and hook my thumbs in my pockets. He's got short little legs... I bet I can outrun him if he comes after me.

"Problem, shorty?"

[perkeleperkele]

Finland moved his knife around a couple times, as if to indicate what he'd like to do right now.

[soldierfair]

I pull my hands out of my pockets and slide into a fighting stance. "If you're gonna do something, do it."

[perkeleperkele]

Oh, bad move, spiky boy.

Finland lunged, knife raised.

[soldierfair]

I assess my options. I weigh the outcomes. Tiny little man with a, who is swift and also crazy. I do the only thing there is to do in this situation.

I turn and run like a bitch.

[perkeleperkele]

Finland gave chase. Come on, he went after three countries with an ax once, this is baby steps.

[soldierfair]

I don't run for all I'm worth, at first, but the little guy is quick as well as tenacious and as scary as a rogue Cactuar. When I make it to a bigger space, I almost trip over my own feet when I notice that the ceiling is clouds.

"What the fuck is up with this place!" I shout, skidding to a halt. Little dude isn't far behind, but... ceiling clouds. Seriously.

[perkeleperkele]

Finland hadn't been expecting that, and so ran right into Zack, dropping his knife.

[soldierfair]

I stumble forward when he hits me and spin, the tip of my boot sending the knife spinning completely by accident. I stare at the knife. I stare at the little dude. I try not to think about the not-ceiling.

"So," I say, after a minute. "Got a name?"

[perkeleperkele]

"Finland," he grunted, looking around. In the chase, he lost his vodka bottle somewhere. He collared a house elf to get more.

[soldierfair]

That's a... pretty creative name. But when I come from a world with people named things like Aerith working with guys named Bob, I can't really say much.

"Zack," I reply, and watch the elf scoot away. Those guys I don't think I'll ever get used to. I've killed too many things that look like them.

[perkeleperkele]

"Hmph," Finland said, looking at Zack with disinterest.

[soldierfair]

The pause is long and awkward.

"So," I make the attempt. "what's up with this place?"