Liechtenstein had taken to exploring around the building. Mostly it was just so she'd know where she was, partially because she was hoping she could find something she could use for sewing. At least that would preoccupy her. She however, didn't remember this part of the building being...cold. And she certainly didn't expect to find an entire wing made out of snow. It was a little colder than she was used to, but nothing she couldn't deal with.
Eventually, Liechtenstein came upon a rather peculiar sight. She stared for a moment, before remembering that it was impolite and spoke up. "Excuse me, but what are you doing?"
He snapped back at the voice before even looking who it was.
"What does it look like I'm-- Oh. . .ah, hi there . . . Liechtenstein. . ."
He tried to give a cheerful, friendly smile, but it came out looking more like a grimace. He squared his shoulders and leaned down a little to talk to the other nation, who he was quite surprised to see.
"What brings you . . . here. . ."
The question was out of his mouth before he realized how silly it sounded.
He had tossed and turned while trying to get to sleep, screwing his eyes shut and opening them again. It was not so much the cold or the sunlight drifting in through the barred window that had kept him awake but rather the atmosphere, the emptiness. Norway had always said he should trust his instincts; here, the way that the air settled made him edgy, so there was no use in even trying. Honestly, he was sure he needed no rest - once he'd gotten over the initial shock, it just seemed as if there was nothing better to do. As he lay staring at the icy ceiling, he picked up noises from the frigid corridor outside, the packed snow only dampening the sounds. There were the sweet tones of a girl's voice and the familiar rough n' cheerful mumbling of ... No, it couldn't be
( ... )
"Hello, Denmark," she replied. Well, he was...digging. She could see that, Maybe what she should have asked was 'why are you digging', but it was also obvious. Maybe they could tunnel their way out, except Liechtenstein had a feeling the staff probably also considered this and had taken measures to ensure escaping that way wouldn't be plausible.
But it was a hope, of sorts.
"I'm exploring," she said. "You wouldn't have happened to have seen any sewing needles, would you--?"
And then she heard a loud voice coming somewhere down the hall way. A bit of concern, mostly curiosity, she asked, "Are you all right?"
Locked doors, locked doors, and more locked doors. Not that it was all this Sanctuary had to boast, but nothing else made as lasting an impression as the heavy, ice-cold chains and padlocks. They are poor decoration, useful only to deter trolls and fairies. And that was a most disagreeable idea
( ... )
After returning to his room, he toweled his bloody hands off using a towel from the bathroom, dropping it on the floor carelessly. He meant business; while he was surprised no member of the staff had tried to stop him yet -- especially after his behavior at the room check -- he wasn't going to bide his time. Something needed to happen now, something drastic, and he'd had plenty of practice as causing trouble during the war
( ... )
Having already found the kitchen once before, Finland made his way there from his room quite easily, clutching the bandages and jar of salve with a sense of purpose. He wasn't floundering in this place anymore, he had a goal, and as reckless and haphazard as the plan (if it could even be called that) was--it was still something to work with.
The possible consequences nagged at him, but he dismissed them. Everything had a consequence (his left arm stung at the thought, and he winced, thanked God no one was around to witness,) but there were always things that were worth it. At least it would be in the relative isolation of the snow, a situation he was familiar with and somewhat comforted by.
The kitchen was ahead. He hastened his pace, footsteps echoing slightly. He heard water running, Denmark must have already been in there. "I got the bandages," Finland said as he crossed into the room, "and I brought some medicine I, uh, I found--"
Oh! Norway was there too; that meant at least one less person to convince to leave the wing. "Uh,
( ... )
A pause as a familiar figure came into view. It was Denmark, only without that smug, ridiculous display of assertiveness he was well-disliked for. No confident strides, no authoritative air, no booming loud voices. Norway’s gaze briefly met his childhood friend’s, and he flinched so very slightly. Here comes the breaker of silence, the lover of attention, he who thinks he has everything under control - what will he say about his current state of captivity
( ... )
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Eventually, Liechtenstein came upon a rather peculiar sight. She stared for a moment, before remembering that it was impolite and spoke up. "Excuse me, but what are you doing?"
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"What does it look like I'm-- Oh. . .ah, hi there . . . Liechtenstein. . ."
He tried to give a cheerful, friendly smile, but it came out looking more like a grimace. He squared his shoulders and leaned down a little to talk to the other nation, who he was quite surprised to see.
"What brings you . . . here. . ."
The question was out of his mouth before he realized how silly it sounded.
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But it was a hope, of sorts.
"I'm exploring," she said. "You wouldn't have happened to have seen any sewing needles, would you--?"
And then she heard a loud voice coming somewhere down the hall way. A bit of concern, mostly curiosity, she asked, "Are you all right?"
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The possible consequences nagged at him, but he dismissed them. Everything had a consequence (his left arm stung at the thought, and he winced, thanked God no one was around to witness,) but there were always things that were worth it. At least it would be in the relative isolation of the snow, a situation he was familiar with and somewhat comforted by.
The kitchen was ahead. He hastened his pace, footsteps echoing slightly. He heard water running, Denmark must have already been in there. "I got the bandages," Finland said as he crossed into the room, "and I brought some medicine I, uh, I found--"
Oh! Norway was there too; that meant at least one less person to convince to leave the wing. "Uh, ( ... )
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