Reviving from the ashes.

[thesex_machine]

It's been a lot since he sat quietly outside.
He's toying with a silver little cross, his own cross, rough and used, but still bright.
On the grass, he's sorrounded by... ash. His entire body is covered with ash. His hair, his skin, his clothes are glued with a strange ash.
The only things you can see are the blue of his eyes and the red ribbon tieing

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[dread_pirate_uk]

A very confused Arthur is wandering about HQ's lawn area. He wonders if he had imagined it all, the entire conversation with a young, scared Francis, and ponders what his last words had meant. If his rusty French was correct, he had said to him "Thank you very much Arthur, but the time has come."

Sighing, he decides that he must still be drowning and that this entire debacle was simply being made up by his mind as he suffocated.

Suddenly, he notices a much larger Francis in the grass and storms over, quite cross and fully ready to strangle him.

Francis, you git. What sort of strange plan are you concocting here?! Why-

He stops, taking a good look at Francis' unnervingly peaceful expression. He partially quells his anger for now, deciding he'll just throttle him later, after he gets some answers.

What the hell are you covered in?

(ooc: Hooray class cancellation!)

[thesex_machine]

He eyes Arthur. He smiles, kindly, gently toward the pirate.

It's ash.

He gives a better sight at the other man. Too young. Too angry. Too strange to be his Arthur. The experience taught him, this must be a time skipped one.

[ooc: Oh yay! Also sorry, I'm a language failure ~]

[dread_pirate_uk]

Arthur raises an eyebrow. Calm, kind, smiling Francis is not something he was used to.

...And do you care to explain why you're covered in ash?

(ooc: ~<3 Also, eh? No, you're not~)

[thesex_machine]

He turns his hands, up and down, fixing them.

God covered me with it.

[ooc: OH YOUR ICON SO ABUSED.]

[opinion_neutre]

*Talking a walk outside. He grew restless over the last two weeks, and had to admit to himself that he was worried sick. He doesn't really know if he likes the thought of being that attached to anyone, but he just can't help it.

His goal today is a spot where he can just sit down and be alone to mull things over, to ponder if he should continue his search or just accept thinks like they are, when he spots the other, sitting in the grass. He stops dead in his tracks, heart skipping a beat.*

Fu- Francis!

[ooc: SUCH A PRETTY PICTURE WHAT! <3 <3]

[thesex_machine]

*he doesn't notice him and continues to toying with the cross*

[ooc: THANK YOU <333]

[opinion_neutre]

*Admittedly, his first reaction is anger. Fury. He wants to go over there, yell and beat the shit out of the french for making him worry so much, for going away and just reappearing without warning. He actually takes a few steps with this very intention, but by the time he is at his lover's side, the peaceful expression and the fact that the other doesn't seem to notice him arrive caught on, and the all too familiar pang of worry is there again.
So instead of punching him, he brushes Francis' cheek with the tip of his fingers.*

Fran?

*He'll beat him up later. Maybe.*

[thesex_machine]

*blinks and looks at the hand, then moves on till he meets Vash's eyes. He smiles, pleasantly*

I'm home.

[hanbok_flower]

Where did all this ash come from ...! *is holding a broom, ready to clean then notices blues eyes contrasting against the black*

Oh no - are-are you alright? *rushes over*

[OOC: Wai - my first time meeting France ~ :D Thanx for the friend+ btw]

[thesex_machine]

*she's a new face to Francis, even if he returns from the afterlife*
Bonjour, mademoiselle.
I'm fine, don't worry.

[ooc: Ahah, you're welcome~ ! I actually don't know what kind of relation North/South Korea has with France. Oh well.]

[hanbok_flower]

B, but if you remain like this you're bound to catch something ... *Chang Ae squats down beside him*

At least wipe the ash from your face, please? *offers a handkerchief*

[OOC: Long time ago, Korea was pretty annoyed with French missionaries... but that was like before 18th centry lol. Nowdays I think they're pretty friendly to each other :D(well, expect for issue of Kimchi?)]

[thesex_machine]

*takes the handkerchief*
Merci beacoup.
You're really gentle.

*smiles*

[ooc: I found that... France has not existing relations with North Korea and he don't recognize him like a state *OMFGWTF*]

[belgiqueroyaume]

[ooc: MY FUCKIN' PAPA IS BACK. AND SEXILY COVERED WITH ASH. YES, YES, AND ONE MORE HARD YES.]

*Wandering along, a bit lost in thought, she passes by Francis, sparing him a glance - and then doing a double take. A small joy leaps into her eyes and she steps a few steps back so she's in front of him again. She curtsies to him.*

Welcome back, Papie.

*A million questions burn in her mind, but she keeps them quiet for now.*

[thesex_machine]

*turns to her, smiling*

Hello Bella.

[belgiqueroyaume]

*slightly unnerved by his smile*

Are you okay, Papa?

[thesex_machine]

Yes, why?
*returns to look at the sun, still smiling*

[hellabrows]

*After having heard that Francis was back to his usual, adult self, he immediately went out looking for him. What he saw when he found him wasn't what he expected, though. Instead of finding an overjoyed, tearful Francis running around saying how much he missed everyone, he found him sitting there, peacefully, covered in what appeared to be ash. He quietly walked over to him, going seemingly unnoticed. When he came to the point of being about a foot behind him, he spoke up*

Francis? Where...Where were you? You had me worried, you bloody bastard. I was beginning to think you'd be a child forever.

[thesex_machine]

*oh, this is definitely his Arthur. He turns to him, with a reassuring smile*

I'm sorry.

[hellabrows]

What happened to you? Why are you covered in ash?

[thesex_machine]

This ash made me come back.
From my travel.