towerofanimus | 002. Runaway Bride

Characters: Francis and YOU.
Setting: Floor Six
Format: Either is fine. I’ll match.
Summary: Francis needed a bit of nature. Francis got a bit more than what he asked for.
Warnings: CRACK! Oh… Maybe language?

Six: the Forest

The first time he’d visited the sixth floor, he’d stumbled across it by mistake. A forest with lush foliage had greeted him and as much as he’d craned his neck he couldn’t see the end of it. It seemed impossible to have something that large confined indoors. So, like any good man he had explored without much consequence. In regards to tower-based activities he’d been lucky.

Considering his impaired urge to seduce everything under the age of 35 in the tower and all, he had an unsettling amount of free time on his hands. The sketchbook tucked away in his chest hadn’t been touched since he arrived at the Tower, so Francis, in his brilliant (naïve) mind, had gone back to the forest.

To be promptly run deeper in than he’d ever thought possible. The creature that had approached him immediately looked like a rabbit. On steroids out of a child’s nightmare. He’d lost the beastie but was now stuck wandering through underbrush with no recollection of where the exit was. This was not the forest he’d experienced the first time and admittedly, he was concerned.

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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."

Edited 2011-09-26 02:25 (UTC)

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

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