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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.

Comments

[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.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Spain half-listened to the other babble on, nodding whenever necessary. It wasn't that she wasn't interested; there were other things weighing on her mind, mostly the destruction of her world.