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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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"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."
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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.