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towerofanimus2013-04-08 10:04 pm
silencetoreason) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-08 10:04 pm
{Un} L'État, C'est Moi
Characters: France and you!
Setting: Dorm room 3-14, Floor 101 (the hanging gardens), the staircase between floors 97 and 100, the elevators, and Floor 1 (the cafeteria). Backdated slightly to before people started disappearing because of the event.
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: One fabulous, frantic Frenchman wakes up in the Tower, and has a look around.
Warnings: France is a flirtatious guy, so be aware of that when tagging. Also, a fair amount ofsometimes Google translated French. Other than that, nothing, but I'll update if needed.
3-14
Impossible! What a cruel joke! How terrible!
[These are the things that can be heard in dorm room 3-14, where a rather distressed-looking Frenchman is sitting, one hand on his violet collar, the other on his welcome notes. France is no stranger to waking up in strange places with no recollection of how he got there, but the situation he's in today is much weirder than what he's used to. The sleep paralysis was disconcerting, for one thing, and the catsuit and collar are different, too. The more France reads, the more upset he gets, until he's shouting so loudly that the entire floor may well hear him.]
Sacre bleu, this is not funny at all..!
Floor 101
[Once France calms down and changes into normal clothes, he starts to explore his new surroundings, however tentatively. He creeps down the stairs, and when he steps on the glowing stair that transports him to floor 101, he's left momentarily breathless for a variety of reasons. The first and most obvious reason is because he's never been teleported like that before, and the shock of it leaves him bent over and gripping his knees for a few minutes after it happens.
The second reason is because, when he gathers his bearings and looks around, he finds that the floor is absolutely beautiful.]
Mon dieu... [He wanders slowly around the hanging gardens, taking in every detail. His voice is set at a low mutter, as if he's afraid that speaking too loudly will disrupt the fragile beauty of the place.] I can't believe it. How could this..?
[And he trails off, taking in the sights in silence.]
Staircase between floors 97 and 100
[France continues making his way down the Tower ever-so-slowly, until he finally comes upon floor 97 - i.e., the floor covered in gigantic monsters. As soon as he sees them, he does what the gallant people of France are known for.
He turns around and starts to run like hell.
France stumbles up the stairs, taking them two, three at a time, trying not to slip and fall as he goes. Anyone coming down the stairs will have to risk running into a terrified newbie.]
Elevators
[So, once he makes it back up to the dorm levels, France decides that taking the elevator will probably be best. This doesn't mean that he's prepared for how slowly it moves, nor how long it takes to get to the cafeteria where the welcome notes have instructed him to eat a bowl of oatmeal. He leans against the wall and sighs heavily, seeming so inconvenienced that one might wonder if he's laying it on thick on purpose.
He turns to the person he's standing closest to in an attempt to strike up some boredom-eradicating conversation.]
I haven't even been here for a day yet, and already, je vous jure, I am sick of it. What a horrendously inhospitable place, don't you think?
Cafeteria
[Finally, France makes it to the cafeteria. He's prodding at his oatmeal with his spoon, shoulders slumped over, looking as if he's undergoing the worst punishment in the world. He mumbles to himself, stirring the oatmeal around to avoid having to put it in his mouth.]
Disgusting food... So bare, so plain! How do they expect me to 'be happy here' when they cannot even serve a decent meal? [He reluctantly puts a spoonful in his mouth, swallows it with difficulty, and winces.] Like English food, augh...
Setting: Dorm room 3-14, Floor 101 (the hanging gardens), the staircase between floors 97 and 100, the elevators, and Floor 1 (the cafeteria). Backdated slightly to before people started disappearing because of the event.
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: One fabulous, frantic Frenchman wakes up in the Tower, and has a look around.
Warnings: France is a flirtatious guy, so be aware of that when tagging. Also, a fair amount of
3-14
Impossible! What a cruel joke! How terrible!
[These are the things that can be heard in dorm room 3-14, where a rather distressed-looking Frenchman is sitting, one hand on his violet collar, the other on his welcome notes. France is no stranger to waking up in strange places with no recollection of how he got there, but the situation he's in today is much weirder than what he's used to. The sleep paralysis was disconcerting, for one thing, and the catsuit and collar are different, too. The more France reads, the more upset he gets, until he's shouting so loudly that the entire floor may well hear him.]
Sacre bleu, this is not funny at all..!
Floor 101
[Once France calms down and changes into normal clothes, he starts to explore his new surroundings, however tentatively. He creeps down the stairs, and when he steps on the glowing stair that transports him to floor 101, he's left momentarily breathless for a variety of reasons. The first and most obvious reason is because he's never been teleported like that before, and the shock of it leaves him bent over and gripping his knees for a few minutes after it happens.
The second reason is because, when he gathers his bearings and looks around, he finds that the floor is absolutely beautiful.]
Mon dieu... [He wanders slowly around the hanging gardens, taking in every detail. His voice is set at a low mutter, as if he's afraid that speaking too loudly will disrupt the fragile beauty of the place.] I can't believe it. How could this..?
[And he trails off, taking in the sights in silence.]
Staircase between floors 97 and 100
[France continues making his way down the Tower ever-so-slowly, until he finally comes upon floor 97 - i.e., the floor covered in gigantic monsters. As soon as he sees them, he does what the gallant people of France are known for.
He turns around and starts to run like hell.
France stumbles up the stairs, taking them two, three at a time, trying not to slip and fall as he goes. Anyone coming down the stairs will have to risk running into a terrified newbie.]
Elevators
[So, once he makes it back up to the dorm levels, France decides that taking the elevator will probably be best. This doesn't mean that he's prepared for how slowly it moves, nor how long it takes to get to the cafeteria where the welcome notes have instructed him to eat a bowl of oatmeal. He leans against the wall and sighs heavily, seeming so inconvenienced that one might wonder if he's laying it on thick on purpose.
He turns to the person he's standing closest to in an attempt to strike up some boredom-eradicating conversation.]
I haven't even been here for a day yet, and already, je vous jure, I am sick of it. What a horrendously inhospitable place, don't you think?
Cafeteria
[Finally, France makes it to the cafeteria. He's prodding at his oatmeal with his spoon, shoulders slumped over, looking as if he's undergoing the worst punishment in the world. He mumbles to himself, stirring the oatmeal around to avoid having to put it in his mouth.]
Disgusting food... So bare, so plain! How do they expect me to 'be happy here' when they cannot even serve a decent meal? [He reluctantly puts a spoonful in his mouth, swallows it with difficulty, and winces.] Like English food, augh...
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My, you expect me to believe that? This all sounds like one of Japan's psychological horror movies! This is a joke, yes? You'll start laughing and take this thing off in a few minutes, won't you?
[He gave a nervous chuckle, but it was easy to see that he was horrified. His face was white as a sheet, and his hands never moved from where they sat on his collar.]
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I'm sorry..I really am. I know this is a lot to believe, and it would be nicer if you thought that your home universe was fine..but it wouldn't be the truth. I thought they were fine for six months until I found out that they weren't..so believe me. I'm not lying to you. I can't take that collar off. For one thing, I don't have the tools, and for another, I'm not sure your soul would accept your current body without it.
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Stop it! Trust me, madame, I believe in souls as much as the next person, but what you are saying is ridiculous! You cannot just come up to a stranger and start saying these things, sincèrement, I can't believe you!
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..I'm telling you this so that you can be better prepared for the Tower. It's not like I'm lying about this! I'm not a chessmaster or anything! Just a simple book girl. I don't want anyone else to live a lie for a long time like I did and then face the aftermath. It..feels horrible, and it doesn't help anyone. Please..believe me.
whoops please don't mind my tense-switching back there, it's late x-x
Still... If her story was true, it was a lot to swallow. It begged the question, too, as to whether or not France even had a soul, so to speak. He had always considered that his soul was made up of his people, and if his world was truly destroyed, then he wouldn't exist, either.
And thinking about his world, his nation, and all of his people being gone was a road France didn't want to go down.
The corners of his lips tugged upward into a hesitant, sad smile.]
...Chéri. You seem nice, and I appreciate your passion, trust me. But I just cannot accept what you're saying so blindly.
[He bit his lip, unsure of how to go on. He'd better tread carefully.]
You seem to know my name, but I'm not sure how much you know about me, about- [He struggled to find the right words.] ...about what I am. To think that I have a soul, one like a human has, that is a strange thing, but even stranger is the idea that it is all contained right here. [He taps his collar with the tip of his index finger.]
I wish I could say that I believe you, but please understand, I can't. Not now.
[Perhaps not ever, he thinks, but he keeps that part to himself.]
It's alright! Don't worry about it! Things like that happen. :3
I don't know everything about your personality, since I only managed to meet the other France once, when he helped me out in December. But..I do know what you are because Prussia explained it to me. He and England are here now..and America, I think. However..I know it's odd to think that your soul is contained all in there..but since people have been able to go back to the wastelands of their universes, it's possible that while the land exists-even though no life is on it-you will exist too.
I have a friend named Wilhelm here..and in his universe, his existence was directly tied to the Collective Unconscious. His universe shouldn't be destroyed..but it is. However..I have a friend named John who managed to catch the soul extraction process on tape when he managed to sneak down to the Administrative levels. I..could ask him to show it to you..and you can talk to the girl that it happened to, if you wanted.
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No... No, no, no, thank you very much, my dear, but no. You're not- I'm- [He forced a smile, taking a few steps back toward the glowing arrow.] This has been a- euhh- a wonderful conversation, but I think I must be going now. Places to go, people to see, n'est-ce pas?
[He wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, away from that strange girl and her stranger stories. He couldn't deal with all of it, not all at once.]
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I'm not lying about meeting them. After all, Prussia's a good friend of mine, and England works at the library with me. This..is a horrible conversation topic, and while there are a lot of wonderful floors to see, I haven't told you about the rest of the Tower. Even if it is fantastical, I'd feel bad if I didn't tell you and you died as a result.
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I'm- I need to lie down. [France puts a hand to his head, and starts to mutter more to himself than to anyone.] This is a bad dream, and if I return to bed, I'll wake up. What a lovely idea. I'm so glad I thought of it.
[He shrugs her hand off of his shoulder and turns around so that his back faces her. He speaks louder, addressing Tohko now.]
I don't intend to die, so you don't have to worry about that, cheri. Thank you.
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This isn't a dream! Trust me, it isn't. When you die in a dream, you tend to wake up, right? I've died a few times here, so I can tell you that this place isn't a huge dream.
And no one usually plans on dying here..but it happens anyway, so you need to be prepared.
flips tables I keep forgetting to use past tense
...Trust me. I am prepared.
[He'd "died" before, after all, albeit never for very long. He was used to living a life that would never truly end, not until the lives of everone in his nation did. All that talk of recycled bodies with souls stuck inside was hard to swallow, but dying? It was nothing he couldn't handle.]
It's alright! Don't worry about it! It happens sometimes. ^^
..I'm not saying that you don't have any experience..but right now, you don't know much about the people that run this Tower, or about some of the more unsavory residents. I would feel terrible if you ran off and died because I didn't prepare you.