towerofanimus | (no subject)

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23:30:00
Silent dormitory rooms are lined with bodies--not dead, just sleeping. Throughout the tower it is pitch black and silent. At the base of the tower, countless shining eyes, watching.

23:45:00
The tower hums to life. Lights blink on in one by one; only the dormitory rooms remain dark. A small army of blank-faced humanoids appear and spend the next ten minutes taking various positions around the tower.

23:59:00
An order given. The dormitory room lights blink on.

00:00:00
You are awake.

00:00:30
You can move.

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"He's a guy. Our little brother. Same's Fin." Not mentioning Sweden, nope. Although he can assure you that the Sweden that already tried to kick his ass once today isn't the same Sweden who is usually trying to kick his ass.

She can fill in the left-out family member anyway.

While it seems stupid to her, she'll mention, "Different worlds, then. Where Den's a guy 'n so am I." That's not too horribly strange, considering they're now in a tower after their world has apparently been destroyed.

"Of course." Isn't that exactly what he's been saying, that him and Norway are guys.

"... Wait, different worlds? That's possible?"

"If ya read the letter, it says 'your'. Might imply there're more."

And now she's looking him up and down. "Disappointin', but she always is." Gosh Denmark, can't you even do being a guy right!

Ignoring that because clearly you don't know what a marvelous hunk of nation you're staring at, some-other-Denmark's-Nor.

"Ya don't really think our world are gone, do ya?"

"If our people died, we should've too." And she really hopes her people aren't dead.

"Even so, seems like we're stuck."

Denmark gives a nod, regarding her for a moment. Everything she says makes sense, in a horrible, twisted sort of way, but he doesn't know what they can do to make any sort of clarity out of the situation. He puts on a smile, deciding to reassure her anyway.

"Don't worry, Nor, I'll make sure ya get home."

And she rolls her eyes. Of course even as a guy, Denmark would be annoying.

"Worry about your other Nor 'n I'll worry about myself."

"But what if my Nor's not here?" That's a horrifying thought. "Yer Denmark would want me ta keep an eye out for ya."

"She doesn't do that on her own, so ya don't have to either. I'm independent." She assumes he would know this.

There's a beat. Denmark's reassuring smile goes away.

"No, yer not."

She wasn't really expecting that, so her face becomes angrier, but she still seems calm enough.

"I misheard ya." But she's not asking him to say it again.

"Yer not independent. Yer with me."

She seems to get a little more tense at that, angrier. But obviously he's just forgetting.

"Ya don't get to say that after ya try to hand me to Sweden."

He knows Nor well enough to tell he -- rather, she is angry at that, but it just frustrates him more. Sweden's a touchy subject, still, and the thought of him getting Norway is not a pleasant one.

"I've never done that and never would!"

"Just when do ya think it is?" He must have hit his head or something it was kind of important.

"When? 1703. Yer with me."

She pauses for a moment, recalling and letting it pass.

"So ya hit your head. It's 1848 now."

"I didn't. It's not." Well, it might very well be, he doesn't know. But he's now just vehemently denying everything he doesn't know to be true because according to this lady, Norway leaves him at some point. Doesn't just leave. Is given to Sweden. And then made independent...

"It's 1703."

Norway's irritation seems to last for a second longer before it disappears.

"If ya want. Just don't call me yours." Denmark can do what he wants, but she doesn't need another sibling trying to stifle her independence.

"I couldn't." He cocks his head slightly to the side. She may remind him of Norway in plenty of ways, but they're obviously not the same. "Yer not my Nor..."

Despite what she should probably feel, she's too focused on herself to care about what he calls his Norway, so she can accept that. She turns to start walking down the hall.

"I'm gonna look around. Ya can follow or not."

It's not his Norway but it is a Norway, so... "Wait, I'm comin' with ya."

She doesn't wait for him, of course, but she doesn't really mind. It's been thirty years since she saw her Denmark, and while she hasn't really missed her, it's slightly comforting to have her family with her--even if they're the wrong gender.

"As long as ya aren't so noisy."

"Don't worry, I'll be good company." He hurries to catch up, then falls into step beside her, slinging an arm around her shoulders.