towerofanimus

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OPEN!

Characters: CANADA...and you.
Setting: ALL OVER THE TOWER
Format: Action to start, reply as you like
Summary: DRESSED--and bear disappears
Warnings: Nothing?

[[ooc: I am from mayfield-land, I like options]]

A: DORMITORY LEVEL

[Canada has dressed herself in something that is not a skintight catsuit, though her clothes are hopelessly covered with bits of white fur. She's still picking it off as she walks out of Room 1-03]

Kumalila if you had to lay on my things, couldn't you have tried not to shed on them? They're the only set I have...O-Oh tabernac, I'll have to wear that suit again when I wash these--

Kumarika? [spins in a slow circle, dismayed] Oh where did she go now...

B: LIBRARY LEVEL

[A small trail of destruction is leading Canada through the stacks and she doesn't even have time to spy what the titles are of the books Kumariie has knocked from the shelves. Well she assumes it is Kumaria because who else would spend their time knocking books off the shelves? No one that is who. Maybe Sealand. When she's bored.

Either way, the trail is leading her in such a convoluted route that she is sure she will get lost in books and never bee seen again]

C: CAFETERIA LEVEL

[Oh...Oh there she is of course. Food. Food that Canada should probably eat if the rumbling of her stomach is any indication. She slumps down in a chair beside Kumaru and closes her eyes]

I did not need this workout Kumari. Honestly.

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[He sets his bunny on his knee so he can turn to face her too.]

I see; I-

I send them every year, too.

[He lets his gaze drop off to the side, away from her face. Ugh, is he really going to get the tiniest bit shy about that? Canada was one of his best friends, everybody knew he sent the flowers and it was obvious to those who knew him that it was significant . . . he gives a little sigh.

. . . a girl version of him. Suddenly he's trying to imagine what that would be like.]

Ah so our worlds are not so different then. Its just the opposite gender. I'm glad. I mean--I didn't want...anything to have happened to you that was worse or something or if I hadn't helped--not that I did much but...

I'm glad we're still friends in your world.

[She's oblivious to his shyness, just happy things don't change so much with these men]

[So that was it; nothing was really different . . . except for, well, everything. This girl version of Canada, he could see himself liking her as much if not more than her counterpart.]

Me too.

The help was everything but I've told y- him, you. . .that, a lot of times.

[Wow just calm down, he told himself. There was no need to be so awkward; he wanted to ask her more about her world, but he had a suspicion they might have plenty of time for that here.]

This is a strange place.

[She laughed, leaning back in her chair] That you did...It...really wasn't--[Oh she is pretty sure she does this everytime she--he--Holland brings it up so she just stops herself]

Between you, America, and Germany, I would say so. I imagine I'll get used to you three being male at...some point. That is--I'll try my best to get used to you guys so nothing is awkward. Promise.

[When he saw her laugh, he knew right away that he was very happy with this idea of a female version of Canada. Awkward, right. Who needed that. . .]

Same here.

[He pets Poffertje a little who seems to be getting restless.]

Oh she-he? is adorable. [She makes a move to reach for the rabbit before pulling back. How rude] Where will you keep it though? At least Kumakichi can stay on my bed.

[It was Canada, right. . . she could pet the bunny. He holds Poffertje out to her.]

I'm not sure yet.

[She carefully leans over to pet the rabbit, taking note of its reactions and avoiding anything that might provoke a bit] I'd ask if I could hold him but I'm sure Kumakuma would get jealous.

[The bear must have a lot of nicknames. . . he holds Poffertje carefully, too. He wasn't a big rabbit; he fit nicely in Holland's larger hands.]

Then this is good.

[scoots a tiny bit closer so she doesnt hurt her back leaning] You got used to the idea rather fast. I had to argue with America.

Hmm.

[this is cozy. He smooths down Poffertje's ears.]

It would be strange for somebody to claim they were a nation without having a reason for it.

I can't imagine one would want to claim to me--hee he looks cute like that. Small fluffy things could control the world being that cute.

It's a very long time to be alive.

[He does sound a little tired, saying that.]

[Her face falls a little and she goes quiet, petting the bunny absently] It is. How long do you think it's been for you?

I think I forgot to keep track after 1000. . .

[It's not true; he knows but saying it is tedious to him.]

I don't really remember myself. Am I keeping you? [She doesn't quite stop petting the bunny but her hand stills on its head] You seem a little tired.

It's fine. You seem to be taking things in stride too.

The situation or your sudden masculinity? [Tiny smile] It does no good to get upset over either. I have to wait for my captors to show their face and in the meantime I can get to know people I thought I already knew. America, he wanted to go looking for them but I've been up and down this tower already.

There's nothing but the tower?

[He just came straight here from his room, so. . .]

Nothing. It is just a tower. There is floor full of windows that looks out into fog...I can't make out a thing. And there doesn't appear to be an entrance or exit. It's as if this place really is a dungeon.

[He sighs, petting the rabbit some more. It helps him as much as the rabbit likes it. How did this happen.]

. . . did you see the letters?

...There was more than one? I only read the one that claimed our world was destroyed. Though we can't be here if our people were destroyed, right?

[She settles back, pulling her hands back when he starts petting] Whoever did this has a large amount of power if they can pull from two universes...or more.

That's what I thought too, but at the same time, not feeling anybody. . .

[He's quiet for a moment.]

I don't know what to make of it.

Neither do I...

I wonder who else is here.

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