Characters: Austria (von_habsburg) and OPEN Setting/Location:Somewhere in the castle, sob Date & Time:Day 7, early-ish Warnings:A possibly snippy annoyed Austria Summary:Austria's lost, who wants to help him?
Finn didn't particularly like being away from the few people he knew in this place, but if it meant a little time to himself (and the opportunity to wizz), he was willing to risk the separation for a little while. He'd assured Kurt and Ms. Pillsbury repeatedly that he was not going to do anything stupid and really was just going to find somewhere to pee and come right back, and he'd ventured off into the halls of the castle in search of what he hoped would resemble modern plumbing. He wasn't too optimistic, but hey, nobody ever got shot for dreaming a little dream, did they
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No, Austria couldn't turn into a spider, and while he might be tempted to take an axe to someone if he couldn't find the kitchen soon, he wasn't what most would describe as an axe murderer. Just a very annoyed nation. He was trying to figure out where precisely he should try and go next when his thoughts were interrupted by a... rather tall young man who unfortunately looked like he had all the brains of an eggplant. But that was no reason to be rude to him right away, and so he simply nodded, turning to face the young man and wondering why in the world he looked so nervous
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Finn shuffled his feet awkwardly. Great, this guy was just as lost as him. Maybe more. But, he supposed, two heads were usually better than one. They were always pairing up in classes and sports-- he even did that ballad thing with Kurt in Glee Club. People weren't meant to work on their own.
Or well, not people like him, anyway.
"Actually..." Finn cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh. I was...going to ask you if you've seen any bathroom-ish places around here. I've kind of...lost track of myself."
Man, that was embarrassing. He scratched the back of his neck, and then, almost impulsively, stuck his hand out to shake. "I'm Finn Hudson. Nice to meet you."
Well, at least he was polite. And really, if they were both new to the castle then it wouldn't be terribly surprising that he was lost. Not that it helped Austria's annoyance, but it helped him not to snap at the confused boy. But regardless his etiquette lessons took over and he shook the young man's hand.
"I am Austria, it is good to meet you Finn." What an American name, and the accent didn't leave any doubt where the teen was from. "And there was a bathroom, but it was in my room, which I can not currently find either." He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a slight huff, quite obviously annoyed with the situation.
Luckily, most of the people in the cells had already long since evacuated them once she arrived there. Because there were no complaints on the Junogams of needs of food or water, she assumed that they were well enough. So she had taken to the secondary task of searching for the jewel that their host sought. She had explored the castle looking for it, but no luck. She was starting to doubt that it was even in the castle, but it was unlikely, if not impossible, that her fellow travelers had stolen it.
She was engaged in the thoughts of how it could have disappeared as she exited the library, but her attention was grabbed immediately as she heard someone speak. Diana looked down the hallway, and seeing the man, started to approach him from behind.
"Excuse me," she started, "but are you in need of assistance?"
Ah, thank goodness, someone that could actually help him. He turned around with a grateful smile on his face, recognizing the voice, even if he had yet to speak to the woman personally. But it was someone who had seemed interested in helping people, and even if he wasn't sure of the name "Wonder Woman," well that could be excused.
And then he saw what she was wearing.
His face promptly went bright red from a sort of modesty by proxy. Her entire legs were exposed, with enough cleavage on display that it was amazing that the top managed to hold her in. He forced his eyes to travel up to her face, attempting to ignore the fact that she was wearing something that would likely get her arrested for indecency where he was from.
He pushed his glasses up his nose and cleared his throat, reminding himself once again to look at her face, the face, no up, not down, FACE, knowing that even with the frown his cheeks were still bright red. "I was simply hoping to find the kitchen, or perhaps one of the rooms where the masquerade costumes were
Perhaps luckily for Austria, Diana was surprisingly oblivious to the effect her costume tended to have on people. Even in her world, where it was normal enough to wear such revealing outfits, Black Canary herself had plenty of commentary on them. According to her, "those things," things meaning her bosom, "are considered like a national treasure."
Diana raised an eyebrow at the redness of his face, wondering if she had met him before. He didn't look familiar, at least. She closed the distance between them, smiling warmly as a greeting.
"I do not know where the costumes are, but the kitchen I can help with," she said, motioning down the hallway. Luckily (or perhaps ironically), it wasn't far.
"I can take you there, if you'd like. And...perhaps cook something, if there is anything worth eating, there."
They were certainly large enough to rival most of the crown jewels of Europe, though Austria was not crass enough to consider a woman's breasts to be a "national treasure" of any sort. Even if they were quite... impressive. But he was sure that France would be very interested in making this woman's acquaintance
( ... )
Fortunately, Atem hadn't had too much trouble with the place just yet. His own palace complex back in Egypt was utterly labyrinthine with many obscure corridors for avoiding attention and perhaps even some of his duties. So figuring out the very general layout of beast's castle was well within his abilities. He'd actually just come from the storerooms himself, holding what can only be taken for a lavish, colourful costume. Not exactly what he was used to but still far more up to his standards than what he's seen on the common rabble around here. He was almost looking forward to this as Amaterasu's party was days away and such celebrations are normally a nightly affair
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*fails and tags back a week later*von_habsburgJuly 22 2010, 23:22:24 UTC
Austria had thought that Yuusei's hair was impressive, but it had nothing on the multi-colored creation that was on the young man's head that Austria faced once he turned around. He found himself wondering if it was even hair, with the clothing he was wearing it was entirely possible that it was some sort of headdress or a very elaborate hat. That he was carrying a mound of cloth that was most likely going to be made into some kind of costume was not lost on the aristocrat, so perhaps the clothing that he was wearing was a costume as well and he had been unable to make up his mind.
"Yes, I am, I believe you may be able to help me." He pushes his glasses up and looked back the way the young man had come. "I was hoping to find the store room for the masquerade costumes, if you could possibly point me to where you acquired yours then I shall be on my way." And never mind the possible rudeness of taking more than one costume for oneself.
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Or well, not people like him, anyway.
"Actually..." Finn cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh. I was...going to ask you if you've seen any bathroom-ish places around here. I've kind of...lost track of myself."
Man, that was embarrassing. He scratched the back of his neck, and then, almost impulsively, stuck his hand out to shake. "I'm Finn Hudson. Nice to meet you."
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"I am Austria, it is good to meet you Finn." What an American name, and the accent didn't leave any doubt where the teen was from. "And there was a bathroom, but it was in my room, which I can not currently find either." He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a slight huff, quite obviously annoyed with the situation.
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She was engaged in the thoughts of how it could have disappeared as she exited the library, but her attention was grabbed immediately as she heard someone speak. Diana looked down the hallway, and seeing the man, started to approach him from behind.
"Excuse me," she started, "but are you in need of assistance?"
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And then he saw what she was wearing.
His face promptly went bright red from a sort of modesty by proxy. Her entire legs were exposed, with enough cleavage on display that it was amazing that the top managed to hold her in. He forced his eyes to travel up to her face, attempting to ignore the fact that she was wearing something that would likely get her arrested for indecency where he was from.
He pushed his glasses up his nose and cleared his throat, reminding himself once again to look at her face, the face, no up, not down, FACE, knowing that even with the frown his cheeks were still bright red. "I was simply hoping to find the kitchen, or perhaps one of the rooms where the masquerade costumes were
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Diana raised an eyebrow at the redness of his face, wondering if she had met him before. He didn't look familiar, at least. She closed the distance between them, smiling warmly as a greeting.
"I do not know where the costumes are, but the kitchen I can help with," she said, motioning down the hallway. Luckily (or perhaps ironically), it wasn't far.
"I can take you there, if you'd like. And...perhaps cook something, if there is anything worth eating, there."
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"Yes, I am, I believe you may be able to help me." He pushes his glasses up and looked back the way the young man had come. "I was hoping to find the store room for the masquerade costumes, if you could possibly point me to where you acquired yours then I shall be on my way." And never mind the possible rudeness of taking more than one costume for oneself.
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