[event/open] //and oh look what you've done

[otaku_mk_ii]

[ Characters ] Otacon, card soldiers, and whoever wants to save a nerd.
[ Location ] Jamorrow
[ Date/Time ] during event beause mun is late to the party orz
[ Warning ] None
[ Content ] Stockholm Syndrome isn't a crime, right?

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[madparade]

"Will you lot keep the bloody noise down, already?!"

England stormed onto the deck of his ship, furious. Bad enough living across the street from the Cold War redeux, but with fighting soldiers, being accused of the most ridiculous charges, and people disappearing (not that he cared, and where the hell was Prussia anyway), he was not having the greatest week of his life. Not the worst week - nothing could compare to the Dark Ages, or the Black Plague, or the London Blitz - but still irritating enough to give him a migraine

[otaku_mk_ii]

If he had heard that crack about robot porn, Otacon would have been quite annoyed. But as it was? He was just incredibly grateful for the help. He stood up straight, dogtags turning into a sniper rifle that he struggled to hold with just his uninjured left arm.

"I-I'm not." he replied shakily. "N-not a soldier, I m-mean...!" He pressed his back to the nearest wall again, barely managing to hold onto the rifle.

"Geez, where's Liquid when you need him...?!"

[madparade]

England stared at the rifle for a second - seriously, why did everyone get useful weapons except him - before his concentration snapped back to the fight. He bore his sword down on the soldier's. "You," he snarled, "are about a thousand years too early to be fighting me." With that said, he sprang apart from the tangle and his sword darted in to quickly cut into the flesh of the soldier's elbow, unprotected by armour.

"Liquid, eh?" he said, unmindful of the soldier's cries of pain or the blood spraying from his arm. "Decent chap. Don't know what you mean by need him, I'm here, after all. Mind tossing me that gun of yours? It would make executing this guy a bit easier."

[otaku_mk_ii]

Otacon was horrified--that soldier's pained shouting would be echoing in the pacifist's nightmares for a long time, and the sight of blood made him feel like he might pass out. But he did as England said, quickly stepping only close enough to hand off the sniper rifle. He didn't want to come any closer to the fight, and Otacon knew full well he couldn't literally toss something that heavy with just his left hand.

[toys_with]

The earl of Phantomhive, having lost his pursuers in the forest, had come to investigate matters further in Jamorrow. He clucked his tongue in annoyance when he saw yet another member of the Queen of Hearts' army. These people were severely trying his patience.

"I suggest you start moving before they catch you," Ciel called out to the scientist, his cane shifting into a pistol. He aimed it toward the soldier and waited. He didn't want to shoot if he could help it, considering he had not brought any support and the gun had only six shots.

[otaku_mk_ii]

Otacon scrambled to get away, narrowly avoiding the soldier's lance as he did.

"Gah--!" He barely managed to get out of reach, stumbling toward Ciel.

[toys_with]

Ciel watched the man moving toward him, taking note of the way he favored one arm. His aim never wavered, even as the soldiers begin to come closer.

"Are you injured? That makes this more difficult."

[otaku_mk_ii]

"I-i-it's nothing." he stammered. "Just a scratch."