towerofanimus | 002. Runaway Bride

She'd decided to return to the forest where she had made her first foreign encounter in this place. She'd since learned, just by looking, that there were people from all kinds of worlds here.

In addition to that, there were also monsters. Not animals -- she'd had to fight off more than one aggressive woodland critter with ungodly jagged teeth and strangely shifting skin, and cute woodland creatures werent supposed to have either of those, so these were surely monsters.

Keyblade drawn, Aqua surveyed her surroundings with a frown. The staircase wasn't visible in any direction; she really should have been more careful and made a trail back. The sound of rustling put her on the defensive immediately, and she raised Stormfall in anticipation of an attack.

"Hello?" tried the young master warily, on the off chance that the presence was non-hostile.

He genuinely wish he had brought his gun out of his trunk as well before heading out. The original plan hadn't been to venture so far out. He'd wanted to sketch some of the plant life; found it calming until he was immersed in it without a sense of direction to help him out.

Francis wasn't tired, not really - but he was nervous that the were-rabbit would come back after him (perhaps his family? Did were-rabbits produce quite as much as their normal cousins?). Or something worse! Something much larger. Oh, he knew he'd wake up after it killed him and such but he wasn't exactly looking forward to such a thing.

He'd taken shelter behind a nice line of trees when the rustling first popped up. Taking a deep breath, Francis tried to become one with a nearby tree. Russia would have laughed. But a voice called out, sounding just as cautious as he was feeling right about now and he let that breath out, peeking out in the direction he'd heard said voice.

A girl with a large weapon-like thing. Well then. More of the blond's head became visible as he stepped out from the tree, hands up to show he was fairly harmless. "Allo--" He didn't know quite where to go from there. "Please tell me we are nearer to the staircase than my lack of direction is telling me..." Francis could be polite later. He was already wanting a hatchet to get him through the thicker foliage. Looks like she had something close enough.

Aqua waited, tensed in anxiety for either a reply or an assault. Magic was already beginning to gather in the tips of her fingers, tingling along Stormfall's handle and just waiting to be released. Each breath she took was sparse, so as not to lose her hold on the magical energy from complacence.

When the response was a voice and decidedly not more jagged teeth, she sighed, letting her muscles relax. The forming spell slipped away, dissipating into the air and out of her control. The face that emerged from behind the tree was not familiar in the least -- she expected as much, however. Aqua hadn't really prioritized socializing since she'd come to the Tower.

Instead of answering his question immediately, she lowered her weapon about halfway, turning her head to scrutinize the surrounding flora with a critical eye. Maybe she had missed some indicator or landmark. But, with a twinge of frustration, she realized that was impossible; she hadn't been paying close enough attention. She had gotten far too used to wandering into nothing on a path to nowhere.

"I don't know," replied Aqua honestly as she returned her attentions to the blond man. She was cautious, as the humans (or humanoids) in this place could probably be just as dangerous as anything in this forest. But this man didn't appear to be armed; or at least, if he was, he was not ready to attack. And then, "I'm looking for it too."

Following that, she turned and took a few steps, taking a low branch and gingerly lifting it from her line of sight so that she could duck and peer further into the woods. Still nothing. "How long have you been searching?" queried the woman calmly.

Francis sighed at her reply. He was a little discouraged. "I've honestly lost track of time. I was chased from the staircase upon arrival." He sounded a little bitter by the fact - understandably. He'd been looking over his shoulder so much his neck was starting to ache and his tracking skills were not what they used to be. After all, he'd enjoyed relative calm for over sixty years. Cheese eating surrender monkey be damned.

The blue-haired girl was strangely calm for being lost in a forest full of worrisome animals hungry for whatever they could get. As if reminded by his own morbid thoughts, he continued in a lowered tone. "What's brought you out here this far mademoiselle? I cannot think a stroll amongst beasts is inviting for a lady such as yourself."

He doesn't know exactly what the blade killed, having never dealt with her homelands; merely extending a few thoughts to get answers about his unlikely companion.

After seeing nothing of interest through the foliage in her selected direction, Aqua turned instead to move a few branches the opposite way, this time standing on her tiptoes to look over the limbs of the trees. Maybe it was rude to not look at the man while she was talking to him, but if they were both lost, she couldn't let herself get too preoccupied from her task.

His reply found her sparing a glance in his direction. She looked him over once. If he was chased, then he probably really was unarmed. Aqua had a hard time fathoming how anyone could go weaponless in this tower; maybe she was just being paranoid, but his situation seemed to confirm that it was a bad idea.

The Keyblade wielder's lips pulled into a tiny smile. A lady such as herself, huh? "Training," she answered simply, releasing the branches she had in her grasp to readjust her hold on Stormfall. If she saw it fit to elaborate, she seemed to be waiting for her conversational partner to ask first. In that time, she crouched to examine the forest floor in the immediate vicinity, peeking through grass and brush.

He abandoned his line of trees to head over to stand closer to her, lips curving into a bit of a smirk when she stood on her tiptoes. A sign of youth that surpassed the blue hair and smooth skin - hell, he wouldn't place her too far out of her teenaged years. Filing that away for later use (or none at all, he really didn't know), he stared ahead at the never-ending group of trees that hid much more than a lone staircase.

"Training," he repeated. It wasn't truly a question, though his attention was brought back to the keyblade. So that thing was a weapon. Well, more than he'd originally thought. "With that? It's rather ornate, very pretty." What Francis didn't want to say about Stormfall was that it looked highly impractical as far as weaponry went. Then again, he would say the same for any keyblade. "I suppose I cannot talk having left my protection back in my trunk. So-" Francis paused and pushed off past her with a teasing smile. "Have you ever seen creatures like the one here before? Does that sword work for them?"

A tiny bit of question there on the sword part.

The grass didn't seem to yield anything interesting to Aqua, so she straightened again, turning her face to the canopy of the trees instead. She had doubts that there would be anything useful to finding a respite from the woods that far up, but it was always best to be thorough. If nothing else, it ensured that there were no demonic creatures of an avian nature in the immediate vicinity.

"Yes," came the confirmation to the nature of her training, as her focus was drawn away from the high-up leaves to the blade in her hand. The Keyblade didn't respond, seeming even sleepier than it normally was in its dormant state.

Her hopes for the forest had been that she would be able to draw magic more easily from lush, natural surroundings, as she'd discovered was the case very early on in her training under the Master. But, to the contrary, this place actually seemed to take her further away from magical energy, and buffer it completely when the monsters approached.

Aqua inclined her head to look at the Frenchman. "No, I've never seen anything like them," she denied, "but my weapon works just fine." It wasn't exactly the same as slaying Unversed, but a Keyblade was charged with enough innate magic (and commonly had enough sharp metal, failing that) to raze nearly any enemy it was presented with. "If you can't protect yourself, maybe we should stay together," she eventually suggested. "I can handle the monsters."

A glance down to her Keyblade was punctuated with a knowing smile. "I promise it's more powerful than it looks," assured the mage, a lightly playful edge to her voice as her gaze returned to the other.

It would be just like the Tower to throw a wrench in the cogs of its inhabitants' daily lives. Summon magic for strength? No, not anymore you don't! But good try anyway. Luckily for France he was completely and blissfully unaware of the evils she'd gone up against with said ornate blade.

That didn't matter at the moment. A bird called out overhead and he looked toward the tops of the otherwise lush trees with a worried grimace. "I am guessing that the birds are just as intimidating as the rabbits, ouais? This sucks," came the quiet complaint. She'd sounded amused almost...

"It is not everyday a damsel does the protecting; however I cannot say I am against it. Once we're out I will find some way to express my gratitude." A smirk that looked a little tighter than normal met his lips. "What's your name, savior?"

[ooc: I am so sorry for the wait. I can't brain things.]

Aqua turned quickly in the direction of the bird call when it sounded, raising the Keyblade to a more maneuverable height. After a few tense moments passed and nothing decided to swoop down for lunch on the go, the magician narrowed her eyes in slight suspicion. "Yeah," she affirmed. "I think they have teeth."

Mutant rabbits were bad enough without the threat of toothy birds -- Snow White would turn in her glass box at the sight of these things. Despite Aqua's stance, her side of the conversation was delivered as coolly as ever. "You don't need to do that. I'm just doing my job." Slowly, she relaxed back into propriety to look at her companion, offering a friendly smile. She wasn't completely familiar with all the words he used (another language, she assumed), but he seemed nice, or harmless enough that it wouldn't be too dangerous to escort him.

"My name is Aqua, sir." Absently, she began to weigh their directional options, as far as path-picking went, though her eyes didn't stray from the man as she introduced herself; that would be terribly rude. "It's nice to meet you."

After the formalities were concluded, however, it seemed fair game to break eye contact. She looked away again -- specifically, once more towards where the sound of birds originated. The woman pondered casting a Thunder spell to flush them out, while she was out of range of their strange magic absorbance, but she wasn't sure if it would work to scare these animals like it would normal ones. "Can you remember anything you might have noticed near the stairs?" Aqua prodded. "Like a land mark?"

She'd never picked out anything in particular sans the stairs themselves, but maybe she was just missing something.

[ooc: it's okay! i've been busy anyways, so no worries.]

Canada had warned Prussia about the forest and only having one useable hand he walked through it easily with his broadsword strapped to his right hip. He'd wanted to at least feel like he could go for a walk outside so the strange forest was where he was.

Cutting down what he thought was a deer path, he caught a glimpse of familiar blond hair. He couldn't help but grin and sneak up behind the French man and grinned.

"Lost again Francis?"

The Frenchman had found a stream cutting through the undergrowth of the forest and was currently following it in hopes that it would lead somewhere. Like a staircase or a clearing. Somewhere where he could gather his thoughts. This stream had been Francis' first stroke of brilliance. Recalling his first trip to the forest the memory of running water off in the distance had been audible.

So this only made sense, really. He'd hidden in the underbrush to keep an eye out for the shape-shifting creatures that called this place home. The only problem with being near running water was the fact he couldn't hear every rustle and crack.

That was unfortunate, very unfortunate, for France's man card. Yelping, high and mighty (girly), he swung around to give his friend a scathing look and a smack on the chest. "You son of a bitch! Oh my heart..." Sniffing, he tried to regain his composure, muttering now. "Again? What do you mean again?"

"Again I mean your sense of direction is shit and you'd get lost in a wet paper bag." He snickered and rubbed his chest from the smack France had given him. "So, having a nice waltz through the woods and hiding in shrubs?" he teased and put a hand in his pocket.

He didn't comment on France's wonderfully girly scream, but he was wary. A noise like that would bring out all kinds of nasty creatures that'd want a snack on the two of them.

For a moment Francis was unresponsive. He still looked like he wanted to throttle the pale man he called his friend but there were more pressing matters, namely the animals that probably heard his cry. Those animals would take a chunk out of his thigh like a famished man devouring a turkey leg and Francis was not interested in being a meal. Not at all.

When a few minutes passed and they were still intact he finally replied to Prusse's lovely queries.

"This forest goes forever. It wouldn't surprise me if I were to walk and walk for days and not find a wall. Paper bag," he scoffed. Sniffing, he looked at the stream once more. "Following the stream should lead to the staircase." A pause, then sounding more confused than ever; "What are you doing out here?"

"Going for a walk, got tired of being up in the cathedral. But the main staircase is that way." He turned and pointed behind him and a little to the left of where the two both stood. "It's not far, and after that scream I'm glad I brought my sword." he grinned and turned on his heel, following the babbling brook he noticed the more familiar deer trail that wound its way back to the main staircase.

"You need to spend more time out in the woods France, getting soft and domestic in your old age?"

"I've visited the Cathedral," he replied simply. It was said in that and I will go there only if necessary from here on out for it is a wretched, frightening place sort of tone. His attention was too caught by Prussia's other comment. The one about the exit being that'a-way. Relief, sweet and almost tangible coursed through him and he sighed, leaning against a tree. Said good news kept Francis from trying to smack the man again but he did roll his eyes.

"I probably scared them off, sot. Either way-" He stood straighter, looking around just for the hell of it, or because the scream wouldn't have scared a damned thing away and he was cautious. So very cautious. "I came out here to enjoy nature. It is not my fault I forgot a gun." He was not soft. "I could give you a run with a sword and don't you forget."

Grumbling, he started off in the direction Prusse had indicated before prodding his pride. "Pest." Not like he was grateful, oh no...

"well if you'd like to continue frolicking I can play knight in shining armor and wander around here while you become one with nature." he teased and wandered along.

"You might be able to but with that tiny rapier you used to enjoy so much you couldn't do much against me." Now Prussia was just goading him, it wasn't meant with any malice, it was just how the albino was.

"This pest is an awesome pest."

"I do not need a bulky sword to slit your belly open like a fish gaping out of water. Et non, I believe that I have had enough exploring nature for a month, luck permitting I do not lose my head to something else in this Godforsaken Tower." All of this was muttered in hushed tones over his shoulder. His eyes were narrowed a bit, the goading successful.

And then a snort, ruffled feathers smoothed out easily enough. Pushing a branch aside that nearly smacked him in the face he grimaced. "My boots are going to be ruined" he lamented to himself. Not to mention his jeans. What had he been thinking?

"Not that I am ungrateful you stumbled across me..."

"Nice try France, if I remember you tend to flinch away from conflict than to run headlong into it." he smirked and continued along, France was such a good friend to Prussia, even though at times they both antagonized the other. It was a love-hate relationship.

"Boots can be cleaned, if you were coming into the woods why did you bring clothes like that then?"

He gave a hurrumph over his shoulder. "I would consider it a worthy cause to chase you into the pool and hold you down until the bubbles stopped." This was completely in jest really. Francis without his trying friend would be a very sad thing. That didn't stop him from trying to whack the albino in the face with a branch he had to duck under.

Very love/hate.

"I only have nice clothes! I would rather wear boots and denim than loafers and a nice slack, non?" Because this was his 'sporty' look. Stopping for a moment--he thought he'd heard a noise off in the distance--he pressed up against a tree and grimaced. Hushed now, "Shall we break into a run now or wait until whatever is out there is gnawing on our ankles?"

"Oh Francis, you don't really mean that you'd miss me too much if I died in the pool." Gilbert winked and ducked the branch France let go, raising an eyebrow in the process before standing and making sure France didn't have any more branches in his arsenal.

"You really need to invest in some clothing for doing more practical things like walking in the woods or cleaning." The noise caught Gilberts attention but he wasn't worried. He had a broadsword, his hand gun and an extra clip of ammunition on him. Not wanting to use the gun or sword he had his bootknife but that was only good for close combat.

"....Let's head for the exit."

Was it really smart of the Tower to grant someone like Prussia a trunk full of booze and weapons? Even without centuries of knowledge about the man it should have been commonsense to not mix the two if one really was concerned about the safety of the lost-world refugee or the ragtag group of OTHER lost-world refugees.

He was going to ignore the practicality of his clothing being questioned by Rambo over here. He was much more interested in following this trail back to the staircase to reprimand. Nodding at the suggestion he headed forward, careful of his footing to avoid stepping on any fallen branches.

"Smartest thing you have said all day, I will admit..."

"Oh shut up. I could leave you here in your nice jeans and shirt for something to gnaw on your ankles." he mock threatened. He wouldn't but it was a good threat, he knew Francis wouldn't be quiet so catty if he was actually threatening to leave him there.

GIlbert didn't stop, making his was for the exit and drawing his sword when a bush nearby rustled and shifted.

"I hope that's a squirrel..."

"That isn't fair, Prusse. You understand as well as I that you find my ankles insanely attractive," he replied half-way easily; lips curving into a soft sort of grin. A wink. It was completely facetious and all but Francis couldn't stop himself.

He was feeling halfway good about this on the right track thing when a bush rattled on near them, giving him due cause to PAUSE. "Shit... I would rather have a possessed bush. Squirrels are spry--"

"Yes your dainty girly ankles" Prussia smirked wickedly and held his sword at the ready. Watching he noticed soemthing that looked like a white bunny hop out.

"Ah... it's just a rabbit." he sighed and took a step toward it. When he did the rabbit hissed showing massive fangs and a maw that looked like it belonged on some alien creature.

"NOT A BUNNY, RUN!" he yelled and slashed at the thing when it leapt at his throat. The sword cleaved the creature's head clean from it's body and Prussia was already running by the time the thing's body had hit the ground. "Dear god, let's get the fuck out of here!" he said and made sure he had a firm grip on Francis' wrist as he crashed through the undergrowth along the path.

The retort died in his throat at the sight of those gaping jaws and the less than horrifying fangs. Perhaps he yelped, perhaps he didn't; all he knew is that he didn't need to be told twice to run as fast as he could. Prusse was spry which meant the Frenchman's effort had to be exercised unless he wanted his wrist torn out of socket.

It wasn't going to help his reputation, but Francis was good at running. Retreating. Saving his own skin. Etc. As long as he lived he would stand by the excuse that this was nothing to be shamed by - after all, he was still around, no? It had been awhile though and he was so focused on going forward that he wasn't bothering to look around.

"Where are we, Prusse?!"

"Following the path and away from whatever the fuck that was!" Gilbert snapped and pulled Francis along, around a bend that the path took and back into the large clearing by the door. Once there he slowed down to a jog and looked behind him.

"... Francis.... Run for the door and when I come through slam it shut behind me." he swallowed and looked behind them at all of the creepy little white rabbit things that were edging their way into the clearing from the direction they had come. He had never seen so many creatures in one area, and it wasn't long before the earth under their feet shifted with the sound of something massive walking toward them.

"Fuck it, GO!" Prussia gave up and made a sprint for the door, like hell he was sticking around to find out what the bigger thing was.

The forest... It was a nice change in scenery. When she'd first been alive, she'd rarely had the opportunity to visit places that had grown so beautifully. While sharing her consciousness, on rare occasions, with KOS-MOS, she'd never had the opportunity until they'd seen the Miltia of Shion's past. And even then, it hadn't been anything like this.

Mary was very happy to just walk around and feel each tree, enjoy the sensation of grass brushing against her ankles where her shoes and dress didn't cover. Thus far, she'd refused to give up the style of clothing she was most accustomed too, during her time on Lost Jerusalem, and still couldn't understand the turn that clothing styles had taken in Shion's year. She was very caught up in enjoy the simple sensations, that she almost didn't notice how far she'd gone and she certainly didn't notice the other gentleman until she actually bumped into him.

And she promptly squeaked and took several steps back. Mary reminded herself that, as an immortal being, she shouldn't have been startled by running into someone.

Francis had been wandering strangely uninterrupted for the last ten minutes... or was it fifteen? Maybe an hour? With as many candles on his proverbial birthday cake of existence time was oddly skewed when a lack of definition gave meaning to it. He simply knew that he would kill to see that blasted staircase about now.

Something brushed against his back and he froze, stuck with a lungful of air as he held it. The squeak made him turn around quickly - for he was a man that faced whatever would eat him. Or so he liked to think. Rather than a scary beastie in sheep's clothing a woman, who seemed equally shocked by discovering another person in her path.

"Today must be a popular day to be lost amongst nature, non?" Yes, that's right. Make light of a slight woman with a large bust nearly shocking him out of his own skin. This tower had made him an anxious mess alright... Francis let out that poor trapped breath and offered a friendly enough smile, holding up his hands to show he was UNFORTUNATELY without weapon. A slight miscalculation on his part, surely. "Unless you are not lost?"

At least the person she bumped into was just that, a person. And he didn't look threatening, especially after showing that he was unarmed. Though, if she was honest with herself, she could probably have help her own even if he had been and had also been violent. Mary knew she wouldn't have done as well as Yeshua, but at least she had something resembling combat experience through KOS-MOS.

"I.. I don't think I'm lost. I'm certain I can remember the way I came." Mary glanced back in the direction she had been coming from, thinking for a moment each turn she'd taken, and the landmarks before smiling to the man. "Yes, I'm sure I could... maybe."

Well, given a bit more time, she very likely could. And maybe a few wrong turns here and there... They couldn't stay lost there forever, after all.

The more she spoke the more perplexed Francis found himself. She didn't seem like a woman of certainties if her love of using the word 'maybe' was any hint. It could have been nerves though, after all neither of them had expected to run into the other soul out here in the middle of nature. No matter how dangerous it was. Francis usually had a way of putting women at ease.

He put on that smile that he'd simply allotted a number to: 39. It was one of his more complacent grins and he looked over her shoulder before speaking. "Ma chere, would you be willing to point me toward the staircase? I think I have had enough nature for today." More than enough for a decade if he was honest, but a decade was a blink of the eye for the likes of Fran. "I came here to sketch and ended up chased by the wildlife. I would not be suggesting your continued stay in the forest."

He winked. Lady-killer, this one. "A lovely lady such as yourself need not be amused to the joys of this place."

Oh yes, it was nerves. Mary wasn't used to being surprised. The biggest surprise of her time would be soldiers approaching their group or encountering the emperor. This was a similar surprise, like encountering soldiers.

"Ma chere? That's... french, isn't it? I haven't heard that in many, many years." Mary said, thoughts distracted for just a moment before nodding, indicating the direction she'd come from.

"The stairs should be that way. I can go with you, just in case I'm mistake. I may recognize something I passed."

His brow rose at that. "Yes, it is French. What do you mean you haven't heard it in awhile?" It was a valid concern, wasn't it? His native tongue was tied to himself and he would like a little reassurance that wherever she was from well, wasn't his home.

"Let us head toward the stairway then. Oh, where are you from exactly?" Francis could question and walk at the same time and took a step in the direction she'd seemed to be coming from. "I hope you do not find it rude that I am so ah, eager to rid myself of this place, petite. I am usually a better gentleman to those I meet, even with duress."

Ivan was stuck.

Well, technically it was his pipe that was stuck. But with his pipe stuck, he wasn't going anywhere. He had gotten turned around at some point in the forest, lost sight of the door, when the animals came out. If one could even call them animals--they were something more akin to monsters, if he was to name them.

He had been very close to smashing one particular monster's skull open--and maybe getting some meat for himself, as opposed to all icecream all the time, which the tower had very recently implemented as their monthly menu choices--when the weapon was yanked harshly out of his hands, torn up to a high branch of a tree. And he could swear he hear the sound of some sort of beast laughing at him.

Russia didn't find it quite as funny.

As it was, Ivan was not tall enough (which was a rarity) nor was he able to find anything to stand on... and the trees branches were not low enough for him to climb. All in all, he was not a happy Russian.

When he heard the sounds of rustling nearby, he immediately drew a gun--because with his pipe currently taking a break, he would have to use his gun, and waste bullets (though that was better than getting killed, in the scheme of things), and he shifted back, waiting for a long moment, very nearly firing when he caught sight of the Frenchman... until he realized it was the Frenchman, and lowered the gun. "Ah, Frantsiya!"

It hadn't been since the last Christmas party that a gun had been pulled (and used, let's not forget) on him which was currently a record. That was now broken, thanks to this infernal forest. The surprise of seeing a weapon aimed at him had him blessedly silent and wide-eyed, stock still until the damned thing was lowered and even then... A breath and he wilted slightly against the tree he'd walked behind.

"Oui. Frantsiya. The man you do not want to shoot?" He's a little grumpy from being stuck out in the forest with the beasties too long. Sighing, he stepped forward. "Russie...what are you doing out here?"

Ivan didn't seem to realize the fear that the other had held, becuase really, why would he shoot Francis. For one, Francis was a friend, and a good one at that. And two, it was a waste of bullets. If Ivan was to fight Francis here of all places it would be with his pipe. Or his hands, as his pipe was still up in the tree too far above his to reach.

"Of course, why would I want to be shooting you?" he replied and smiled a little, humming a little and glancing back at his pipe. "Ah... Doing here? In forest? Ah, I was trying to find another way out of tower.... And then I was getting little bit lost." he gave a sheepish smile, and a tiny shrug. "Ah... What are you doing here? This does not seem like your type of place to be liking."

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He noticed Ivan's attention being drawn toward the tops of the tree and followed suit, glancing heavenward with a frown. At first he didn't see it and was wondering if the man had cracked but a step in his direction changed the angle of view enough that the 'bird' sitting on a large branch caught his eye. The gleam of the Russian's pipe in its possession seemed all too mocking.

"It seems as if you are getting along with the wildlife as well as I am! Wow, look at that." Francis returned the same sort of whoops! smile before standing beside the larger man to look up some more. Oh, he wasn't going to square off with the creature, but he could at least APPEAR concerned. "Maybe if you shoot it the thing'll let go of your pipe?" Thinking out loud again, Francis.

"Oh. Bah! I was feeling artistic, cheri. This place is much more attractive near the staircase."

Ivan only smiled. "Oh, I do not think we will ever be good friends. I do not like creatures who steal from me," he replied, looking sour, glancing back up to the tree, to the bird there, eyes narrowed at the creature. "Ah, that is being the plan, Frantsiya. That is the only reason my gun is being out. I wish I had my rifle though...."

Ivan's eyes shifted back towards France and he let out a little laugh. "I would have to be agreeing. Much more friendly, too," he replied, and gave a small, childish giggle, which didn't quite look right given that he was already raising the gun again, and setting his sights on the creature. Before another moment passed, he fired off a shot, narrowly missing a killing blow, hitting the thing in the side, splattering blood, but at the very least the creature bolted, dropping his pipe from the tree, leaving the Russian in better spirits as he picked up the pipe and wiped it clean.

France narrowly missed getting blood on him, which, no matter how close he was and fond too boot of Ivan he was would have led to a cross moment or two. The pipe fell and he understood completely.

"They took your pipe. Silly creatures that they are. Perhaps you should tuck it away for now, mon ami?" No need to keep the thing out when they needed to get the hell out. "I do not know what bastardization of an animal will come try to grab at it next."

Ivan dipped down to pick up his pipe and nodded slowly. "Da, da. They were taking. It is very irritating--these creatures were being stronger than I was expecting."

He huffed a little moving to dust off the pipe, and hold it by his side, putting the gun away, again not wanting to waste bullets if he could help it. "Da, but I would rather be using this than gun to be killing them. My pipe is not breaking. Bullets can be becoming unfireable...."

He paused a moment and gave the other a now-pleasant smile, nodding toward him. "Would you like to be finding the way out now?"

002. Runaway Bride

//nervous; feel free to ignore tag if you want orz

/i love kh ;; don't be nervous! <3

/that makes me feel better ;w;

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