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towerofanimus2011-10-07 03:05 am
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from fairest creatures
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.
Setting: Kitchen or Floor 19, the new library.
Format: Starting prose, but I'm flexible, baby.
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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"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.
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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He spared the pot an almost accusatory glance -- he really should have brought his kettle -- but it didn't last very long. The former empire instead stole a look over at the boy again. He didn't look for more than a second or two, as staring was very rude. It was just enough time to let his appearance really set in.
It was sorely tempting to just ask the kid about his nature. He would wait until the young...whatever he was, wasn't occupied, though. England wouldn't want to be disturbed while he was trying to eat, so he'd extend the courtesy not to bother.