In peace sons bury their fathers, in war fathers bury their sons

[regnumbreton]

Who: [ regnumbreton, manicliberty, lepetitarchipel, zergrushkeke ] Name (England, America, Korea, and Seychelles. Also open to anyone else who has alliances with them or is apart of...Team Bad Taste~)
When: Day 1, Right after they are let out of the orientation.
Where: B-6, possibly on the way elsewhere
Summary: England catches up with America and perhaps Seychelles, talking about the situation.

Comments

I enjoy that we have a team name X|

[manicliberty]

America waited patiently where he told England to meet with him, hidden fairly well in the slight hollow of a thickly grown tree and over grown weeds. He was fiddling with an unlit cigarette in is mouth, braiding up some of those long stems together to preoccupy himself. His paddle was propped against his shoulder as a precaution.

...Freakin' "randomly assigned" weaponry. Not only was it going to be more difficult to kill with it, it was disgustingly ironic having been on the receiving end of Vietnam's in the past. If she doesn't turn out to be friendly, then he'd happily get some blows back at her with the stupid thing.

Ugh, that thought felt a little to eager. He really doesn't want to play this game and enjoy it, damn it. It's best if he protects his friends for as long as he can and make sure some sadistic egomaniac like Prussia doesn't win

We should name other ppl too ;Db

[regnumbreton]

England was dodging in and out of the terrain, keeping on his guard and listening carefully to any sound that was made behind him. He heard someone, but he did not stick around to find out who. Weaving in and out of tree cover he heard the sound of leaves rustling with movement, he had that gun out of his belt, the safety off and pointing towards the direction before he even had time to register who might be there.

Gold. America.
Calmly he lowered the gun, flicked the safety back on and tucked it in his belt.
"You could have text me back git! I might of blown your head off if it wasn't the very thing that makes you stick out."
He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he moved closer to the American.
"I made sure I wasn't followed. Doubled around a few ways a couple of times, broken some branches, made a path in the bushes. No one will know which way I actually went."

[manicliberty]

Nope, certainly not one of his rare more clever moves, but he just laughs it off.

"Aw, I knew you wouldn't shoot me, Iggy! It slipped my mind, but I'll remember next time~"

He grinned proudly over England's cleverness, pulling the stone and makeshift twine out of his pocket.

"Wish I did the same. I do have this, though, to help throw 'em off the scent."

He meant it literally. America took a good last drag from his cigarette, doing his best to keep the ash in tact as he tied the half-smoked to the stone. Hoping the light would keep going for a bit, he pitched it as far as he could, getting it a decent distance away and in a direction off away from where they'll need to go.

"If we're lucky, that'll catch something dry and make a nice barrier, but I doubt it. I saw the smoke trail for a good bit, though, so someone make track it, thinking I went that way."

He turned back and grabbed his bad and paddle, slinging them over his shoulder, grinning wider at the Brit.

"We can't risk being stuck on a flaming island with all the world

[regnumbreton]

England cracked a full blown smirk, a corner of his lip lifting up in a sideways grin.
"Brilliant. I mean...nice going there. If we're lucky it will catch something on fire and we won't have to worry much at all."

He looked over the map they had been given and looked over the squares. This was in short, useless. The red dot's...he wasn't even sure what they represented but his eyes went to the one nearest the spot he had originally seen as a good place to hide away.
"We'll head off this direction, hope the flames catch and look around for a good place to make a safe spot. I...was hoping Seychelles would come with us however. D-don't get me wrong...I just don't want her..by herself."
England shrugged and replaced the map.

"She is...such a small young thing."