.017 battles [video | action for anyone in Discedo]

[battledancing]

[Even though this is Cynthia's frequency, this time she's not the one broadcasting the feed. She's definitely featured in it, though, along with a pile of disfigured corpses-- not like this is a shocking sight by now. The lack of blood, however, is still as much of an enigma as always.

The first body seems to be what used to be a green-haired

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( action! ) YAY <3333

[libertyfuckyeah]

[ America might be able to hold his own against certain Pokemon, but flying definitely isn't on the agenda. His NFL-style super strength tackle closes in on thin air and he goes skidding into the ground. Probably cracking the pavement while he's at it.

BUT HE IS RUNNING ON PURE ADRENALINE, SO HE ROLLS RIGHT BACK ONTO HIS FEET. FLAWLESS MOVE. This would be more impressive if he had an audience. His whole being screams look at me look at how heroic and cool I'm being ACKNOWLEDGE MY FEATS, WOMAN.America doesn't say that, and in lieu of anything intelligent to say or epic lines to shout, he places himself in a defensive stance between Cynthia and the flying death monster. Still hasn't realized that she's in shock because she's busy holding the mutilated bodies of her friends. I don't know if it's a testament to America's insanity that he's completely ignoring all the bodies or the sad fact that a city littered with corpses is something he's grown numb to

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[libertyfuckyeah]

Probably. I've been brought back from worse circumstances.

[ Might be best not to go into detail about being eaten alive by Canada-demon. He doesn't mention that he's not sure that these are the real things and not projections, that they likely won't come back at all. Best not to spoil the optimism. ]

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[battledancing]

[Can we even call it optimism under the circumstances? Well, perhaps close enough. Cynthia looks down for another minute and falls silent, fingers idly caressing lavender curls like a memory of her body.]

I'm sorry. I was so caught up in my own pain that I never thought about the things you, too, have faced...

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[libertyfuckyeah]

[ America relaxes a bit. His lips twitch upwards into a humorless smile. The thought of accusing her of being selfish never even crossed his mind; he knows humans (presuming this woman is a human) always have difficulty with death, especially this gruesome. ]

No need to be sorry. I'm more used to it than most. Doubt that's really a good thing, but it means I can keep goin' even with the world falling down around me.

[ Shrugging. ]

We all have to keep goin', but there's no need to be ashamed of having trouble getting started.

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[battledancing]

No one should ever have to get used to this, though... [And she doesn't quite know about the whole nation thing, let alone wars or anything or the sort, so she makes the one assumption likely to justify his confession.]

Have you been in this place for very long?

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[libertyfuckyeah]

Nah, but it's pretty common among my kind. [ Shrugging again. ]

'Bout two years. Not all that long. [ at least in his lifespan, anyway. ]

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[battledancing]

Among your kind...? [You're making her even more confused now, America.]

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[libertyfuckyeah]

Uh, nations. Yeah. I'm the United States of America.

[ Scratching his cheek. Honestly he's too tired to care if she believes him or not, but he'll never cave and say he's anything less than what he is. ]

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[battledancing]

Nations... [She's actually not all that shocked because, while she didn't know America was one, she wasn't entirely unfamiliar with the concept.]

So, you're like mister Japan, right?

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[libertyfuckyeah]

[ His eye twitches a bit at being compared to Japan, but only because America isn't on good terms with him right now. ]

Yeah, we're both countries. Er, nations.