[There are identical letters, slipped under the doors of the following: Hungary, Austria, Germany, Muscovy, Latvia, France, England, America, Pakistan, Roshia, Elaine, Wolfram, Hubb, Iceland, Nitori, Ritsuka, Ryohei, Rose, Nai, and Jean. They're sealed with wax, with two distinct impressions pressed into it--a shield with a crowned eagle on it, and ( Read more... )

[So now, Poland's got bright red butterfly wings. Shimmery ones.]

[Needless to say, although he's had to give up on finding a way to make his wings work with his doublets or outer robes without damaging them and his clothes above the waist are limited to (gasp! scandal! No one's even going to notice that it's mildly indecent!) just a shirt, he is ( Read more... )

( [Filtered to Wolfram, Hackable] )

[Poland looks a little nervous, and continually fidgets with his doublet and his hair as he speaks. He's really not good with strangers, but he figures... if he's, you know, going to be stuck here with all these people, he should try to deal. Hence, trying to introduce himself. So. Yes ( Read more... )