angleterre | [ 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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Let me make you aware of something, and I know this might be difficult for your rather minuscule brain to comprehend; regardless of the fact you are clearly not you as I know you to be, and that you shall always be my enemy, you're not exactly my top priority at the moment. Due to... a certain and most unfortunate agreement we reached in 1904, -- [ Pursed him and held breath, and the moment lasts an eternity before he finally exhales on his words. ]

--we're allies.

So, I was counting upon that fact to think there might be the slight chance you didn't have the intention of shooting me.

Now, [ He motions to him, seemingly ignorant of the pistol now. ] As to your question, allow me to elaborate; yes, you are a republic. But no, the Republic has not endured. It's in its... fifth incarnation. Oh Christ, all right, give me a moment here. [ He holds up his hands. ] First Republic, I'm guessing you're in currently, lasted until this one very short arsehole came about and decided he was going to make you into an Empire. When he was done pratting about, some King I don't care much about came back, then I think the aforementioned short arsehole's nephew came along and brought your Republic back. Then some other distant relative to one of your King's came along and decided he was going to be the 'ruler' and not the King even though we all knew that was bollocks, not that I was paying attention, and he... did away with the Second Republic. Then the arshole's nephew came back, made another Empire, you lost fabulously to Prussia, established a, what am I on now? Oh right, Third Republic, lasted until this very important war which you don't need to know about yet in which you became a bleeding madman and something about the French State, something something, then there was a Fourth Republic which crashed and burned and yes, now you are the Fifth French Republic.

I think you're collecting them or something, really.

[ A finger to his lip, which he taps a few times before tilting his head. ] Oh dear, I suppose that wasn't very simple at all.

[He listens as he often does, though some in their infinite stupidity--like England, for example--would say he cannot.

France listens and takes it all in as best he can, but unfortunately he can't.

Not that he did not expect a long and difficult struggle, but this--]

. . .

[He lowers his pistol and shoots England in the foot.]

You did not hear me correctly.

I said that a yes or no would suffice.

[ When one is immortal, pain is a trivial thing. Hunger is a passing thought, thirst is a minor itch, and although death can be attained, it's never something to fear. Arthur's grown up his whole damned life as an immortal, waving pain off with the slightest thought and smiling through having limbs removed. ]

[ But that? ]

[ That hurt. ]

BLEEDING FUCK! [ Down like a lead zepplin and snarling, because that is really something else. ] WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

[This is France standing over Arthur, reloading his pistol. He is unmoved except that he seems to have gained back some emotional footing.

That was very liberating.

At present however, he's forgotten that England is mortal, so the reaction has him raising his eyebrows slightly. France's expression is cruel and unfeeling--vindictive.]

Stand up. Are you going to shed tears for me, Arthur, or will you face me properly?

[ There's a flurry of curses and he does feel tears prick at the corners of his eyes; he hasn't even had a papercut as a mortal yet, so being shot in the foot by a rather antique pistol is more pain than he knows how to express. But as France taunts him, he snarls and and scrabbles at the ground with his fingers, lets out a huaaaaah sound and manages to slowly rise to a knee with a pained noise, then after a moment, finds his way to get some sort of standing before him. ]

[ It's enough time to feel his anger flare, his temper break and the adrenaline rush wash away all thoughts of logic, and gun or no gun, he lunges at France. ]

[Purely out of surprise, France stumbles back and falls. His knife, pistol and communicator clatter to the ground.

...

Shit.]

[ His fist draws back as soon as they've hit the ground, and despite the feeling of searing pain in his foot, he slams it into France's face, only to regret that a second later because that hurts like fuck when you don't have immortality as a painkiller. ]

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WHY

BECAUSE FUCK YOU ENGLAND THAT'S WHY

HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING

okay gonna write this tag and then after you reply we'll move to the entry?

Works for me!