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[angleterre]

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? ]

Comments

WHY

[noblemen.livejournal.com]

[ 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?

BECAUSE FUCK YOU ENGLAND THAT'S WHY

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

[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?

HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING

[noblemen.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]

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

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

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

...

Shit.]

Works for me!

[noblemen.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]