Six Sickles

[vodkadrinksyou]

[Oh. Hello, Template. Feeling good, are you? Enjoying your Thanksgiving? Guess what! So's Russia. Well, it looks like he's enjoying something, since he's smiling, but if you take a second look, you'd notice that it's...off. Very off. Like it doesn't quite match anything at all. Which is just how he likes it. He's humming a song, too. Tchaikovsky

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[cruciverbal]

What sort of game did you have in mind, Ivan?

[vodkadrinksyou]

[He laughs. Well, more like a chuckle, but he'll call it a laugh.]

Oh, lots of them. I'm up for anything. It'll be fun, no matter what game!

[The smile never falters, but it gets close about halfway through that sentence. He needs more vodka. He has a lot, but he needs more vodka. Because vodka will clean his coat.]

[cruciverbal]

Skeith was looking for a chess board not long ago.

[vodkadrinksyou]

Oh, I found one for him. We played a game or two. But I want to play with new people. It's...it's more fun that way.

[The other people can't see him. He can't have friends if they can't see him. He needs more friends. More and more of them, until he's friends with everyone. And then they'd all play the games he likes.]

[thefirstphase]

Don't waste your time playing games with those idiots. Ones who make it worth the effort are better for it.

[vodkadrinksyou]

[He waves. The smile's still off, but he waves. And nearly salutes with the pipe, but hey, who's counting?]

They should want to play with me. They'd all be my friends, and they'd do what I say, and then everyone'll be happier. Everyone's happier when they know me. It's true! I--I can tell. They--

[the smile vanishes here, just for a flash.]

They need to stop dying. And bleeding. And making things hard for themselves. And I could help them, I could, they just have to let me.

[There's a revolution in his mind.]

[thefirstphase]

[Stares for a moment before dropping the level, back quickly enough with some vodka-spiked espresso. Always a good thing |D And offers one to the rampaging country.] Feel like taking a break there? No one's gonna be able to keep up at this rate.

[vodkadrinksyou]

[Oh, vodka. His one true love~. Of course, he demonstrates it by gulping down a solid shot of it in one gulp, but hey, it's the thought that counts. Oh, vodka. Oh, espresso. They'll never let him down. They'll never argue with him over silly, pointless things.]

I guess it's okay. They'll be my friends later. Everyone will. I can wait.

[timeforjam]

...there's blood on your clothes.

[vodkadrinksyou]

[He looks down, and manages to look...almost legitimately shocked.]

Really?! I didn't know. Oh, no. How'd this happen?! I've got to-got to clean up.

[He just brushes furiously at the stains, but it only seems to make them worse.]

[timeforjam]

[Just kind of watches.]

Don't think that's helping.

[vodkadrinksyou]

Oh no. Oh no. I don't want to have blood on me. How--how do I clean it off? It's got to come off. It always comes off, why won't it come off?

[Still sort of panicking here.]

[stained_wing]

[PINGED BY BLOOD AND GAMES] What sort of game?

[vodkadrinksyou]

Any. I know a lot. I'm good at roulette, and risk, and chess, and war, and card games, and snowball fights. I'm good at baseball, too, even though it's American. I can play anything, da? They just won't play with me so it's not fair. Not fair at all.

[stained_wing]

With them? The people who can't see us? They're only good for getting rid of.

[vodkadrinksyou]

They're ignoring me for now. But--but see, I can make them see me. I just have to hit them with this and they'd notice me.

[likes_it_dirty]

...

You okay there, Ivan?

[vodkadrinksyou]

I'm fine. Of course I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be fine? I'm just playing a game.