from fairest creatures

[pixietea.livejournal.com]

Characters: OU!England and you!
Setting: Kitchen or Floor 19, the new library.
Format: Starting prose, but I'm flexible, baby. ;D
Summary: He's a bit disturbed by the lack of tea and history textbooks in this tower.
Warnings: England in the kitchen (but don't worry, only for tea!), probably language, and flying mint bunny.


Kitchen;;

He hadn't the faintest idea exactly how that trunk had been packed to encompass all of his basic needs, but he had never been more thankful for it as he was when he arrived in the kitchen and realized that this place lacked a supply of tea. He had brought his own tea down regardless of what he expected to find -- he trusted his own supply and brands far more than anything the tower had to offer -- but it was troubling to know that he'd probably end up having to ration what he had.

A deep sigh fell from the kingdom as he leaned back against the counter next to the stove, where the water waited to boil. He only hoped that the power wouldn't blip out while the stove was on, as it had seemed to be keen on doing this month thus far -- with the rate at which his nerves were fraying, he needed a cup of jasmine post-haste.
Floor 19;;

"There's nothing up there, either?" he questioned, craning his head back to look at the winged green creature hovering near the highest shelves. When the soft voice answered in the negative, England's generous eyebrows furrowed in perplexity.

The entire history section was gone from this library. Something about that disturbed him to his core. Those weren't just dry retellings of things that most people didn't care about anymore; those were his memories. The story of his life, and the lives of all of his comrades, as well. Stories that would die if they weren't passed down.

Chunks had been carved out of some other sections as well, it seemed. England was skeptical that the removals were at random, especially with one section all but eradicated. The pudgy rabbit fluttered down to rest on his shoulder, and he absently reached up a hand to stroke its head as he pondered. To anyone without a sight for fairies and the supernatural, it would look more like a gesture of madness to empty air at the side of his head, but England had more important things to worry about at the moment than his perceived sanity.

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[cancerousnubs.livejournal.com]

Karkat had come into the kitchen for his own purposes, namely, feeding himself, even if some of the food was alien to him. There was something new though, a smell he wasn't used to. Tea, even unbrewed, had a strong fragrance that he just couldn't ignore. Fuck, he was spending too much time with Terezi, if just a damn smell was this interesting to him.

So he approached, only to find an adult human near the source. Because he was inquisitive, he asked, "What the fuck are you doing back here?"

[pixietea.livejournal.com]

If he hadn't already been facing the kid, England wouldn't have even realized that it was he who was being spoken to. He allowed himself a second to balk at the boy's language -- god, he sounded like he'd been hanging around Prussia -- before he really coerced his brain into responding.

"I am making tea," he answered politely, glancing briefly to the few individual packets on the counter that contained tea bags. He soon found his gaze drawn back to the boy, though.

He was an older kid, obviously, but that wasn't half as interesting as his skin color and horns. Had England not been so well-versed in encounters with creatures of myth and lore, he might have been alarmed. But as it was, he was merely intrigued. He didn't resemble any creature that England could name right off the bat.

The nation did his best to hide his curiosity, though. It wouldn't do to seem intrusive.

[cancerousnubs.livejournal.com]

Karkat had in fact been hanging around Prussia, in as far as being roommates with the nation went. His language was a gift of his own, though.

Tea....tea, OH. He recalled the fruity drink that Nepeta had been so fond of, and her collection of cat themed teapots. He'd never drink it when she offered, mostly because he was too busy dancing around her blatant crush on him to care for her gifts.

"Oh. That stuff." Was all he replied with, turning his attention back to rummage through one of the refrigerators. Still though, the smell was different than Alternian tea, or at least, the kind Nepeta was fond of.

[pixietea.livejournal.com]

England would have offered his sympathies had he been aware of the rooming situation, but as it was, he merely gave the boy a somewhat curious look at the flat response.

"Would you like any, after I have finished making it?" he tried courteously. He somewhat doubted that the kid would want a cup (and if he took one, that he would enjoy it), but it was only polite to offer.

[cancerousnubs.livejournal.com]

Karkat rolled his eyes at how polite the human had asked, and he almost considered taking him up on his offer until his better senses kicked back in. "Keep it." He pulled a bottle of applejuice from one of the fridges then, which he intended to drink instead.

His food choices were really constricted, nothing that resembled his favorites on Alternia. The sandwiches were okay, depending on what was in them, and he could handle the fruits. That's what he would have, then. A sandwich and fruit.

[isnotagiraffe.livejournal.com]

Taiki was in the kitchen at the fruitbowl. He hadn't had breakfast because the power had gone out and the lift hadn't worked. Taiki hadn't wanted to risk going through the floor that stank of blood and fear. Last time he had entered he had almost passed out. He found a plum and was eating it when he noticed the man boiling water and the tea. "You're making Jasmine tea!"

He blinked realising how rude he had been, "Sorry..." He concentrated on his plum.

[pixietea.livejournal.com]

The Englishman looked up immediately upon the remark on the tea, turning his head to look at the speaker with pleasant surprise. The outburst had been rather sudden, yes, but tea was worthy of becoming a bit excited over (in England's humble opinion).

So the kingdom pleasantly returned, "Indeed. You needn't apologize." The water was spared a short look before his attention was back on the dark-haired man. "Would you like a cup, once it's done?" he offered with the greatest courtesy. He had brought down a few tea bags, so it was only polite to offer, especially to someone who had expressed such an interest.

[isnotagiraffe.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Taiki felt guilty, he didn't want to drink the man's personal tea collection. But it would probably be rude to refuse now. He stood silently a moment trying to decide before looking up at the man and nodding his head, "If it isn't too much trouble. I mean..."

[pixietea.livejournal.com]

"Of course it's not," he replied easily. England could make excellent tea in his sleep; it was no inconvenience to prepare another cup.

So he began to rummage around the cupboards until he located mugs (a poor substitute for legitimate teacups, but he doubted that the tower would have those stocked, and his own were back in his trunk). He carefully pulled two down, setting them on the counter beside the stove.

"Might I inquire as to your name?" queried England once both mugs were safely settled on the counter.

[isnotagiraffe.livejournal.com]

Taiki smiled again feeling more at ease. He finished his plum and moved closer to the stove. "Oh sorry yes," He nodded his head in a sort of half bow again, "I'm Taiki, what is your name?" He had decided just to use Taiki, no one had really ever called him Kouri apart from his King and he didn't want anyone else to. Not here, in this place where he had been brought.

[saccharose.livejournal.com]

"No, not really." said Rose. She couldn't help but tilt her head to the side at the flying mint bunny next to the man before her, but she didn't say anything regarding it for the moment. After all, she was sure that there were many flying mint bunnies in the world, this was just one of them, of course.

"Whoever's put us here obviously doesn't want us to see something, sir." said Rose. Her vision flit behind her, then back to the blond, wandering over to him with a slight smile. "And yet, they provide you with all the books from home you could ever need. Weird sort, that."

Resting her shoulder slightly against the shelf beside her, she pursed her lips and stared up at the ceiling. "Though everything I was provided with was either fiction or relating to uem, other proclivities, and none of them were any scholarly sorts of books, you know? I would have expected, with the theme of the books provided, for them to allow me to have something like Bede's "Historia ecclesiastica gentis Anglorum" or Churchill's "History of the English-Speaking Peoples" if nothing else. Nonetheless, beggars can't be choosers, right?" said Rose.

"Anyway, whoever put us here probably just wants to give us a good scare. And I'll tell you this; it isn't going to work. Silly tricks aside and all."

[pixietea.livejournal.com]

He hadn't anticipated another voice answering the question he had posed, and was almost certain that the woman was talking to someone else until she went on (and on, and on, or so it seemed). The Briton spared her a glance over the bunny's head. 'English-speaking peoples', indeed -- her accent was all too familiar to him.

By the end of her long statement, England had turned to face her completely, crossing his arms over his chest. "To express a bit of negligence towards humility, it's rather difficult to scare me in earnest," was the most intelligent remark he could draw from everything she had told him. He kept his expression politely neutral, but there was an undertone of bitterness to his voice as he amended, "And most other people these days don't give enough of a toss about history to be frightened by the lack of it."

There was a beat before he unfolded his arms and asked, "You were given books from home, as well?" Admittedly, he hadn't noticed the lack of historical texts in his own trunk until he had started pondering on the similar state of this library, but for this woman to be in much the same predicament was even more worrying.

The flying mint bunny, meanwhile, was peering at the Englishwoman with interest as it shifted on England's shoulder.

Kitchen

[applebuckmaster.livejournal.com]

Applejack's confidence in approaching the two-leggers, the humans, had increased significantly, and she had no problem approaching this one, who looked like he was pretty stressed about things.

"Howdy. You okay, sir?"

Re: Kitchen

[pixietea.livejournal.com]

What a greeting. He wouldn't have been surprised to turn and see America dressed as a cowboy speaking to him, if the voice hadn't been quite so feminine. (He pretended not to remember the existence of a female America somewhere in this large multiverse.)

England peeked down at the equine creature. He had to blink a few times (just to ensure that it was indeed a pony and not one of his shapeshifting friends playing a trick on him), but he did eventually give an answer. "I suppose I've been better," and he'll be better again once he has tea, "But, thank you for asking, miss."

[applebuckmaster.livejournal.com]

She trotted closer, looking up at him in the eye. He had a strange accent, and even stranger eyebrows. But it'll be rude to stare, so she looks elsewhere instead.

"You're not one of the ones in charge, are you?"

[pixietea.livejournal.com]

England grimaced a little, though not out of bad will towards the pony. He lifted a hand to tap at the collar around his neck, indicating the violet hue within it. "Can't say I am," he added to the gesture. "What makes you think that, if I may ask?"

[applebuckmaster.livejournal.com]

"Yours is some purple color." She lifted her head slightly, showing off her own orange-filled collar. "And you're a human. I've never seen a human before I came here."

Floor 19

[ocariness]

[ Link had been exploring the tower. Thusfar, no map, compass, or enemies to be found... well, nothing she couldn't handle that guided her out of here, anyway.

Her green collar glowing, the Hylian eventually came across England. Of course, Link, having been accustomed to the supernatural and living in a fantasy world, saw his gesture and the fairy, reminded faintly of her own companion.

Of course, at present, she was hard to mistake for her true gender--as she wanted it, but it would be rather hard NOT to notice her long, pointed, elfen ears. Weapons on her back, she approached, but did so in silence.

What'cha' up to, England? ]

[pixietea.livejournal.com]

[England didn't notice the woman approach, but the flying mint bunny sure did. Wordlessly, the creature floated up off of his shoulder with a few beats of its wings and flew over to Link, hovering just below her chin level to look at her with curiosity.

When he realized that the weight was absent from his shoulders, England turned his head in perplexity, and then finally caught sight of Link. It was a moment of polite regard -- taking more note of the shape of her ears than of her gender -- before he eventually asked:]

May I help you?

[ocariness]

[ ... The creature has her curiosity, as she is one who loves animals and happens to have a blue Pocket Cucco with her (literally, they are pocket-sized), which ruffles its feathers.

Link, on the other hand, is quite glad to hide the fact she is female. Her androgyny was something important. It kept her safe. ]

... Is this a friend of yours...?

[ The winged rabbit, of course, is what she means. The creature does bring a small smile to her face. ]

[pixietea.livejournal.com]

[The flying mint bunny giggles at the Cucco's reaction. England, meanwhile, is halfway between surprise and intrigue. Logically this -- elfin? He did appear to be so -- elfin man should be able to see the rabbit, considering elves would fall on the same side as fairies in this regard when it came to the sight. But for some reason, England doubted that the man had problems with people being able to see him.

He pauses in his thoughts to smile (a bit apologetically) and answer:] She is, yes. I wasn't sure that you could see her. Apologies, if she's bothering you.

Late... again *headtable*

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

"Hey Eyebrows, what are you doing?" Prussia grinned striding into the kitchen with his usual grin on his face. His quota of bugging people hadn't been satisfied recently and England was always someone entertaining to talk to if nothing else.

i don't think you can be late if the party only starts when Prussia arrives, js.

[pixietea.livejournal.com]

England grimaced in reflex, said magnificent eyebrows furrowing. Honestly, he'd grow out his hair to hide the stupid eyebrows if that wouldn't make it look even more scraggly and unprofessional.

"Making tea, if it wasn't obvious," he answered with thick sarcasm. "And I'd thank you to call me by my proper name." Honestly, always about the eyebrows.

true said.

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

"Still don't know why you drink that, coffee is better." he looked at the kettle on the stove before poking around looking for food.

"Eyebrows works, course I could always just call you Artie, would you like that?"

[pixietea.livejournal.com]

"Tea is far superior to coffee," argued England in the most matter-of-fact tone one could offer, as if it was just simple fact.

Of course, in the middle of reaching up to the cupboard for a cup, Prussia brought up another nickname, and there was a loud clang of a mug falling back onto its shelf (but thankfully not breaking). "I'm not particular to either of those," he answered in a clipped voice, grabbing the mug again so he could put it on the counter. "It shall be either England or Arthur."