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towerofanimus2011-08-09 07:44 pm
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What goes BUMP in the night
Characters: Prussia and Hungary/ open
Setting: In the darkened corridors of the dorms
Format: Prose?
Summary: The power's gone out, so Prussia is scouting to try to find out why this is.
Warnings: TBA
After the power had gone out, and had been out for longer than a few hours Prussia had given up on waiting around in his room and speculating on what had gone wrong in the tower. But once he was out in the hallways, armed with his sword, was when the sense of foreboding started in. It wasn't the dark that had him worried, he'd grown through the centuries where campfires were the only source of light and being in the dark was more than just a literal sense of the word. It was the movement he'd noticed in the shadows, vague humanoid shapes that'd vanish when he'd turn to peer into the murky darkness. Yet he swore he knew the silhouette of the figures that disappeared.
What had disturbed him more had been the voices that he'd sworn he'd heard calling his name and whispering close to him. Brandishing his sword he looked around into the darkness, this was much too strange for him.
Setting: In the darkened corridors of the dorms
Format: Prose?
Summary: The power's gone out, so Prussia is scouting to try to find out why this is.
Warnings: TBA
After the power had gone out, and had been out for longer than a few hours Prussia had given up on waiting around in his room and speculating on what had gone wrong in the tower. But once he was out in the hallways, armed with his sword, was when the sense of foreboding started in. It wasn't the dark that had him worried, he'd grown through the centuries where campfires were the only source of light and being in the dark was more than just a literal sense of the word. It was the movement he'd noticed in the shadows, vague humanoid shapes that'd vanish when he'd turn to peer into the murky darkness. Yet he swore he knew the silhouette of the figures that disappeared.
What had disturbed him more had been the voices that he'd sworn he'd heard calling his name and whispering close to him. Brandishing his sword he looked around into the darkness, this was much too strange for him.
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"Hey Liz, you need to stay awake okay. Look at me, you need to stay awake." he said, red eyes watching her own green ones closely. His chest was still aching from earlier and he bit his lip, trying to think if there was anything else he could do. He shot a glance at the door then back at her. He could risk going out in the hallway with the lighter again and try to make it to the infirmary and back but it was almost certain death to step outside of the bedrooms.
Course, he didn't know if Liz was going to be able to keep going with a wound that bad. It was a loose loose situation he found himself in and he took a moment to debate. Whatever was out there wanted him dead, but with how much blood Liz had lost, she wasn't in the clear either.
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"Don't..go out there. Promise me." She said quietly with tired eyes barely opening to stare tiredly up at him. "I can't be there to protect you."
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"You know, I think its been centuries since you've had to protect me Liz. But...I don't think I can promise you that. You're bleeding badly and need stitches and we have nothing here either to help you replace the amount of blood you lost." he sighed and looked at her, still unsure of if he should go or not. It was a gamble but he was willing to risk it, after all he was a ghost of a nation anyway.