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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"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.

002. Runaway Bride

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