angleterre | [ video ↳ english ] oo2

Current Location: discedo

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[ video ↳ english ] oo2

Hello network.

[ He's got a better idea of how to use the device now, and he's actually holding it correctly. Text transcription into other languages was another skill he picked up, but being this is the quintessential English prick, Arthur sees no reason to try and communicate with those that don't speak his language. ]

Currently I'm located at-- [ A glance about. ] --err, in front of the Latimir apartments in Discedo. I have a question for those who are willing to lend their assistance: The 'monsters' that surround the area; can anyone offer anymore information regarding them? Hopefully other than those prone to shouting about rail tracers and other inanities that won't help my cause.

My second question might be more alarming, though I urge those that are listening not to be frightened by my request: I'm attempting to locate a few weapons to aid me in my... [ His eyes flit to the side. ] ...explorations.

Do not hesitate to contact me at this frequency, or to come here if you are within the area to talk. Thank you for your time.

[ Being vague on purpose? What do you mean he's being vague on purpose? ]

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[ Wait

a

moment. ]

[ England knows that look, that outfit, that demeanor. He winces, swallows, then stares down at the ground. He heard that the chip removal can do this, can make people experience all the things they've buried and tucked away. ]

[ But why this? ]

[ Regardless, what's the worst he can do? ]

[ And how can England just turn away from his old rival, even like this? He glances back up at the communicator, throws his head back and casts him a nonchalant glance. ]

So you are. Are you coming to see me, or shall I assume you've told me what you've wanted to tell me and be on my merry way?

Someone has to do it. [ Crossing his arms, tilting his head to the side. ] Don't see why it shouldn't be me. I'm used to others risking their lives for a greater cause, namely in my name, so why should anyone stop me from doing the same?

Yes. You're speaking sense. But the sensical and the safe are not going to be a way home. [ And then, an awkward shrug. ] I... I just... I didn't think it was very polite to argue on a silly little device. It felt more appropriate to do so in person.

And you think I'm not? Do you have any sort of plan here? Any idea how this might actually help at all? Or are you just blundering around madly hoping you eventually trip and fall down the rabbit hole we came in through?

... Come inside, I'll put the kettle on.

My plan is rather simple. I'm not wandering without a purpose; I'm scoping out the area. It will be completed in steps. It's nice to see you think so little of me though.

[ Huff. He'll step inside anyway and find somewhere to sit. ] I'm not going to be venturing very far, you know. Just enough to see what's out there, what we're up against. If we get enough people, we can overtake them. And from what I've heard, there are plenty of people who are more than capable of defending themselves, chip or no chip. If we recruit enough people, we can 'storm the gates', so to speak. Find the scientists, force them at sword's point to surrender the necessary information to us...

[ He trails off, then perks up and glances over at her. ] You have tea here?

You made me a what? A present? Is it a present?

Yeah, I'm at my apartment here! Just tell me where to go and you can give me my present!

Exploring. I want to venture out into the forests and encounter the various wildlife populating the area. Would you like to come? It might be dangerous, but I'm trying to recruit skilled fighters. [ Eyeing her. ] I'd assume with a weapon like that, you'd be rather versed.

[He drums his fingers again. France tilts his own head back, regarding England with a strange expression of hunger shaping his features. He contemplates and savors that sweet tension between them. In a very odd sense of the word, speaking with England in person will be a kind of sick comfort. Political leanings rattle his bones and war undermines his skin, but that rival is a glorious constant France cannot deny himself.

A long, slow intake of breath has him seem as though he's taking in the smell of freshly baked bread. The resulting sigh is no less content; he will take his sweet time and let England watch him.]

Hello Hong Kong. Any and all types; I've always preferred long range weapons, though I'm also skilled with a sword. My least favourite things to use are bludgeoning objects, but as I said, almost anything will do.

That sounds like fun, if you don't mind I would love to come with you.

[ And miss the chance to prank Korea? Never. ] Sure, I'm not really doing anything else. Do you have a map though? I kinda have a little more trouble getting around now that I have to walk everywhere.

Guns? The kind that shoot bullets? Wow, I haven't seen anyone use one of those in years! Not exactly my tastes, but hey, whatever floats your boat. If that fails you can just stick the glass on a branch for a spear.

[Despite his honest intent for just a talk, the restlessness remains. He wonders how long it will take for them to fight properly.

Not long at all, he would assume.]

I expect you to be there, Angleterre, and if you are not, you are a coward and I will come find you.

[How did you switch these off? Oh, yes, here.

The feed goes dark.]

[He requires a breath of fresh air. Air, and a select collection of words with England.

Several brief minutes pass before he steps outside and casts his gaze around, looking for the intended ~~target~~ liaison.]

[For convenience's sake, I'll just say that Kresnik is already in Discedo]

People have explored the forest before.

[ Greens watch blues passively, until he's sure the video is off, and when it dies, Arthur just looks down and sighs. ]

I've never ran from you.

[ And he doesn't. He waits there and only glances up when he heres the pitter-patter of the delicate steps of his madman. The country turns his gaze to the other country walking towards him, though he holds his frown, pulls his arms up and crosses them. ]

[ He shouldn't instigate. ]

Oi, prick. Over here, yeah?

[ But then again, he shouldn't do a lot of things. ]

Hey again, England.

[ He seems to think for a second. ]

I'm not sure where you can find something like that. But China might know. He got me a sword.

[Step by step, France crosses to England in those sturdy, well-made boots. France does not remove his eyes from the other nation, not for one moment, and the silence stretches between them as the distance shrinks--

--until France stops, several feet from England. An acceptable distance.]

... Angleterre. [France's movements--at least with his upper body--are rather stiff. His stance would like to pretend otherwise for the moment.]

So it's true. We are not on our own world. Our lives have been distorted and you are seated in a year beyond mine.

[They are at war, it's true. But that was nothing new to France and, as it stands, the fires consuming him are temporarily held back by the disorientation being here has caused him. His eyes search England--the greens looking back at him, at his body language; every eye movement, every breath, every twitch of his bones and muscle.

It's kind of an obsession.

France's observations, emotions and general aura are raw. They are raw and open, bleeding, but very, very guarded with shaking fingers curled 'round each of his mental triggers.]

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I-I'm recruiting you to be my friend.

_{[ doki doki. soft smile, eyes shining. You're fascinating to him.
He reaches over and lightly grabs his hand, tugging him along to the apparent direction of the forest. ]}

Okay, so. Some of the monsters really like kimchi, and some of them really don't. I found out the hard way, and pissed my pants from being scared.
If it would help you, aaa, I suppose I could lend you my jar of kimchi for awhile.

It is very special to me, so don't do anything stupid with it.

_{[ this is his way of helping. 8| ]}

'Monsters'. And just why do you want to know about these things, Arthur? Surely you are not doing what I think...

[ There's a noticeable sound of disappointment and disapproval in her voice. ] And I was so happy to hear you had made it here in one piece.

Normally.

Lapahn can't be tamed, but they won't attack if you don't. Chocobo eaters just want to eat you and chocobo. Some are poisonous and should be avoided at all costs.

[Sends over a book in progress. It has most of the monsters. Though not all.]

Don't take your eyes off the angels.

Don't take it personally, I don't think much of anyone.

People have explored the area before, you know... [Sighs.] Do what you must, dear, but make sure you're armed and prepared before you do. I might join you in a few days anyway.

[Potters about the kitchen.] Japan and that China both drink it too, so we've been able to scavenge up a manageable amount between us. [All with varying tastes but tea is tea in this situation...] You wouldn't think I would allow a household of mine to go without, would you?

...I believe Marco has a list of sorts. Is England-san planning something?

[ A soft snort. ]

If you're implying I'm a deal more mature than you are, I won't correct you.

[ It's not unlike him to employ a level of condescension in his speech, especially not around France, but this is a hesitant sort of insult, in which he's not really sure and the tremble in his voice is subtle but obvious enough to indicate he's wondering if he's saying the right thing. His body doesn't budge, even as France advances upon him, just a few feet away from him, and he tries to look anywhere but at the crimson splashed across his cravat. ]

But yes, your observations are surprisingly accurate. Welcome to Discedo, France. You look like you've had a rough day. Would you like me to make you a cuppa and have you to bed? [ All little jokes, jests that he wouldn't hesitate to drop between France and him if this was just the France he knew from his time, even if he was seething angry. But Arthur knows he is playing with fire here, because he knows exactly who this is. ]

[ Regardless, he doesn't shy away from France's gaze. He meets it, and tries not to pick out the details in the blue of the Frenchman's irises, the dulled edge of a guillotine's blade or the shadows of a group of terrorists controlling his mind. It's not the clothes, nor is it the tone; it's the look. The collected glance that betrays the mark of insanity below its layers of faux-resolve. ]

Anyway, you've said what you wanted to say. So, let's have you back inside, shall we? [ And then he does something stupid. ]

[ Arthur advances, and lays a hand against France's bicep. ]

[France barely registers England's primitive grunts until the idiot places a hand on his arm. He remains completely still, like a statue, but inwardly his emotions are simmering just underneath.

Gently, he plucks England's hand from his arm and drops it as though it's something vile and diseased.]

Enough. As far as I am concerned we are still at war. Lay another hand on me, Angleterre, and you may very well lose it.

... Tell me the year.

yeah
betwween marshall and latimir

That I am. I'd like to explore the general area, perhaps venture out further than has been explored before. Beyond the cities that have been mapped, there has to be something more out there.

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