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[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Characters: Spain, open to everyone~
Setting: Fourth Floor.
Format: Action or prose; I'll just follow along.
Summary: Spain comes back after being unfortunately brought away to 'visit' her home.
Warnings: TBA


It was downright horrible.

She didn't want to believe her captors when they said her world was gone, but the truth was laid bare to her when she was somehow brought back to her world without her knowledge.

It was exactly as they said; her entire home has turned into a complete wasteland, devoid of life. She could not feel her people, and the land was dead in her heart. But yet, how could she be sustained? It must have been some sort of magic her captors pulled on her, and she touched the collar on her neck instinctively.

Sí, this must be what's keeping her alive. This strange contraption.

Back at the tower, she curls up on one of the couches on the fourth floor, looking forlornly out of the window.

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OOC: Sorry for the deleted posts, wrong account. /so out of it today fft

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

The fourth floor. It could easily seem to be something like a taunt; every wall of this large expanse was glass, and yet it was nigh unbreakable (as he had witnessed earlier) and the windows showed not their location, but a fog that was so dense it almost appeared to be solid. And yet, oftentimes people could be found here, lounging around like nothing was wrong on the admittedly comfortable furniture.

Upon sitting down in a chair (with the intention to read in an area that wasn't stiflingly hot like his room), Ienzo discovered just such a person -- or so he thought. After a moment, he noticed that there was no way she was curled up for a nap; for one thing, the expression on her face spoke of definite horror, and her muscles were tense. This woman was definitely not here for any sort of recreational purpose; as a matter of fact, it almost seemed as if she was attempting to recover from a psychological blow.

He realized too late that intruding upon her had probably been a very bad idea. Frowning slightly, he dropped his gaze back to the book, but eventually looked back up at her. But perhaps in her experience he could learn something about this tower; after all, she had clearly seen something that did not ordinarily occur, and as the recent renovations clearly illustrated, their new home contained no shortage of terrifying secrets.

"...Excuse me," he said quietly, speaking less harshly than he ordinarily would. "What seems to be the problem...?"

Ah it's okay! it happens to me sometimes.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Spain almost jumped at the sound of someone speaking to her, turning to the young boy. Her rigid posture relaxed slightly, but she's still on the edge.

"Am I disturbing you, chico?" she asked softly, though her green eyes are still sharp, watching his every move just in case he turned hostile. After all, aside from her nation sisters and a few others she'd met before, she wouldn't know who would be a friend or a foe.

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

Ienzo shook his head quietly. He could see quite clearly that she was watching his movements -- of course she would be, if she had just been attacked or something of that nature. She would be nervous of an unusual-looking person who she didn't know at all. "No... but I noticed that you seem to be unwell..." He paused -- then picked up again when he realized that he had just delivered the understatement of the century. "...If you don't mind me asking... what happened?"

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Spain sighed, shaking her head. She has to stay strong. She did it before, she could do it again.

"You know our world?" she started, then realised that this boy might not be from the same universe as she is. "The worlds that we lived in before. What our captors told us was not a lie. They are entirely, utterly destroyed."

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

[Molly comes up to her, sits on the floor, and puts her chin on the couch]

You okay?

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ Molly why are you so adorable... Spain sighs, and glances at her, a sad smile on her face. ]

No, Molly, I'm not okay.

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

[Adorable is in her DNA]

[Molly looks worriedly at her]

Can I help?

[fractus-animus.livejournal.com]

[ ... She looks quite far from happy, whomever this woman is. Minato is not particularly nosy and he pretends not to concern himself in the matters of others, but he IS stuck in this tower, and she looked fairly miserable. ]

... Would you mind if I sat next to you?

[ Because politely asking first is important. He allows his headphones to hang around his shoulders now, his MP3 player off. ]

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ Spain glances up, offering a tiny smile. This person seems polite enough that she could put up with him for the time being. ]

No, please, I don't mind at all.

[ Though, if he started getting hostile, she knows what to do. ]

[fractus-animus.livejournal.com]

[ Without any fanfare and a nod, that is precisely what he does. He then looks at Spain, inquiring. ]

If you don't mind my asking... are you alright?

[ She seemed as though something had happened to her that was quite jarring, after all. ]

[tomatatas]

Romana's footsteps are slow and quiet, the woman for once not wearing the heels she's famous for. She looks tied, drained, mascara smudged around her eyes and a pack of cigarettes in her hand.

She had been planning to hide and smoke, but when she sees Spain that plan is abandoned, the younger walking over to her once parental figure. Slowly Romana sits down, and the pack of cigarettes is offered to Spain, one already dangling from between Romana's fingers.

"...Hi."

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Spain turns towards Romana, a tense smile on her lips as she accepts one from the pack, gesturing for a light.

"Our home." She puts the cancer stick to her lips, glancing at the windows. "It's destroyed. There's nothing left."

[tomatatas]

Romana flicks the lighter, eyes fixed on the tiny flame as she offers it to Spain, lighting her own when the woman draws back.

Silently, Romana takes a long drag, holding the taste in her mouth before exhaling slowly. "I know. I saw it all. Santa Chiara, blown to bits, like after the war, my home in Naples just rubble... Rome was wrecked and I made myself walk all the way to Venice..." She pauses, swallowing, trying to keep her voice in that dead monotone, trying to keep the trembles out.

"It was flooded... and I... I couldn't feel her anywhere, I always feel her Spagna... her and my people, they're all gone..." A few tears start to fall, Romana angrily wiping them away before bringing the cigarette to her mouth, hand trembling as she takes another drag.

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo spotted miss Spain from where he sat reading again on the forth floor. Though there was a library, and Romeo had read quite a few books from there now, he was rereading his own book, his first book. Because he missed home more today and wanted to be in his house with his parents and brothers, or even in Milano with the Black Brothers. "At least your still here," he told Piccolo who was curled up sleeping on his lap, "And you," he glanced upwards because Alfredo would never abandon him, no matter how many stupid towers Romeo was taken to.

He smiled at Miss Spain but saw quickly that she didn't seem to be very happy, he moved over cautiously, Miss Spain was one of the nicest adults Romeo had ever met, but if she was upset or angry she still might be nasty to him if he got in her way.

But hadn't seen her for a while and had been afraid that she had been taken and turned into dinner like Fletcher and miss Lillet and the others, so seing her was a big relief. "Miss Spain you're alright!"

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Spain turned to the young voice, smiling sadly when she recognised him. Romeo, adorable little Romeo, someone Spain befriended while in the tower.

"Ah, Romero." She patted the seat beside her. "I haven't been gone long, have I?"

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo clambered up to sit beside her, "A little while miss, I was worried," he held Piccolo close, "Molly thinks that the people who disapear get made into food," He sounded generally horrified by that thought, "I couldn't find you! But now you're here, where did you go miss?"

[missmarliest.livejournal.com]

Forlorn window gazing is a very respectable hobby, one that Cornet had often practiced in the past. However, this lady's version of it seemed.. well, worse than normal moping.

Cornet stepped lightly as she approached, feeling her usual energy would be very out of place here.

"..."

She felt like maybe she should SAY something, but.. it wasn't like she knew what was wrong. For lack of any ideas, she joined in on scrutinizing the window.

"...still cloudy as ever, huh?"

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

"Cloudy and grey seems to be the default colour scheme right now," Spain replied softly, turning towards the voice with a very sad smile. "If only we could get a little more colour in this tower, no?"

[missmarliest.livejournal.com]

Cornet almost started when her lackluster attempt at conversation starting actually worked. Hey, whaddaya know. Talking about the weather IS a good ice breaker!

She turns away from the window herself, since looking at the person talking to you is, well, the polite thing to do.

"That would be nice! ..mm, maybe we could put something over the lights to tint them, or.."

She trails off into fairly meaningless babbling about different ways they could spice up the scenery.

[mercantilistic.livejournal.com]

Trapped in a strange new land, Spain does the only thing he can think of doing: Explore. He didn't feel it at first but as he traveled higher, he began to feel something.

For a moment, he thought it was one of his people. But no, they couldn't be here. As he traveled further up, it felt less like a citizen and more like. . . a nation? It was a nation but it wasn't foreign. It was Spanish but it wasn't one of his. Finally, Spain reaches the fourth floor. He sees a woman, he crosses the room to investigate, and when he is finally in front of her he stops and says very simply, "You're Spanish."

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

His voice startles Spain, and she turns away from the window and looks up. Brown hair, green eyes, tall and tanned, and the confidence of a Spanish man. And he doesn't feel human... so there's only one explanation. But she mustn't jump to conclusions, lest he doesn't believe her revelation.

"Sí, I am. As are you, señor."

[mercantilistic.livejournal.com]

Spain raises an eyebrow, looking down curiously at the woman with dark hair, tanned skin, and the most familiar green eyes he has ever seen. She was certainly Spanish and certainly not human. Briefly, his mind wanders to what one of the tower's inhabitants had said earlier to him about female nations.

"Sí, you could say that. . ." He replies, studying her carefully. "What is wrong, señora?"

[hoboherooo.livejournal.com]

There's a man dressed rather colorfully who wanders in, with his attention on the windows, and he hasn't noticed Spain yet. He seems to share her depressed state, one hand on his collar, the other gripping at the chest area of the shirt he wore.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

His depressed state went noticed by the nation, and she glanced over, noting his rather colourful dress sense. What a strange person...

[hoboherooo.livejournal.com]

Eiji eventually turns around, set to explore more and to get away from the dreary windows, when he sees Spain. He pauses, then lowers his hands quickly and forces out a smile. He bows sharply. "My apologies, miss - I wasn't aware someone else was in here. I did not mean to intrude."