creeper creeper

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[ WHO ]: Altair Grayston, Liechtenstein, the Teutonic Order, Hungary
[ WHERE ]: Some hallway somewhere, we'll see?
[ WHEN ]: January 26th, late night.
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Closed because oh god four people already, seriously.
[ RATING ]: (use G, PG, etc.) PG-13, might end up being R, it depends!
[ WARNINGS ]: This is not the adorable Liechtenstein

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Liechtenstein doesn't lay. She stands with her back against the wall and her face tilted up towards the ceiling. She's wearing the duplicate of her brother's uniform jacket; it's unbuttoned, and so it hangs open. Otherwise, it's camisole and bloomers and her long white socks. No shoes. Her blue ribbon is unkempt in her hair.

Her hands are gloved and her arms cradle her rifle. (Her handgun is at her side, tucked away underneath the jacket where it can't be seen.) She looks as though she's wondering, as she idly rubs her thumb over the rifle's stock. It's a very innocent expression she's wearing, not too different from what's normal.

She reaches out with her foot, and nudges Altair. She wants his attention.

[moarcrusadesplx]

Since no one else has gone in the past day, I'm going to assume it's my turn. Ahahahaa, sorry, I'm late. Forgive the sins of a poor, overwhelmed student.

In a dramatic stroke of coincidence, comparable to The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn's ending (goddamn the timing was too perfect), the Teutonic Order will be currently crusading down the same hall Liechtenstein and her Sketchballin' friend were waiting in.

Except, it really wasn't coincidence. Because of the whole ghost-sensing, fuckin' cheapass, pagan magic thing.

Don't judge me. I just wanted to make fun of that god-awful book.

Sword in hand (as usual), with cheeks and clothing scrubbed clean (as per the agreement with Hungary), he stops down the hallways, searching for ghosts to beat the crap out of. In all honesty, Altair probably didn't need the assistance of his ghostly brothers due to the fact that the Teutonic Order is never quiet. While ambushes from the pagan folk were common in his time, he and his Knights were kickass enough to crush any attempt on their lives.

[warrior_maid]

Having been informed of the safe room on the seventh floor, Hungary decided that the safest thing would be to make her way there both quickly and quietly. But safety was for non-combatants, and she wasn't one to sit on the sidelines in a battle, so forget that.

She was making her way up to the seventh floor, but she wasn't bothering with quick or quiet. In fact she was laying the frying-pan smack down on anything that remotely looked like a ghost. If the restless dead thought they were going to have her cowering somewhere in fear, they were sadly mistaken. And she and her tape covered frying pan were going to prove it

[moarcrusadesplx]

Hungary's introspection was right. The Teutonic Order was scared (he'd never admit it). So, upon hearing Hungary's voice, he couldn't help but jump at the sound. Spinning, his sword held aloft in defense, he faces the source.

And, oh hey, Hungary. Awesome.

"Trouble? Hahah! I'm the one giving the ghosts trouble!" He's grinning triumphantly, waving his sword for emphasis. Everyone and their mother probably heard that little proclamation.

(( OOC: Since Hungary was addressing the Teutonic Order, I went ahead and went. But after me, it's the normal order. ))

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Altair glances back down at Liechtenstein, then slowly jerks his head towards the two down the hall. He doesn't need to explain much - while he'd like to give her more attention, well, this is not the time. They can deal with that later.

Right now, well, there are a pair of nations that need to be told what the fuck, the ghosts and their minions are in charge in Jigoku.

"Fire," he says quietly.