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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.
...man i've got nothing, this is hard.
He's traveled more than enough in his lifetime, but he doesn't want to trouble Link with the specifics. He instead turns to look at the empty bookshelf again, and gives a small sigh.] I'm rather well-versed in British history, [oh how funny, England] so I do find it a tad eerie that the section has been cleared out as it has.
[He has to think for a moment after this.] I wonder if the other library still has a history section. Maybe you could look into checking there.
I AM WORKING ON THIS IDEA... but I can't draw : |a
I haven't thought to look... perhaps I will later, though.
[ If they could find something, it may be worth while. She was still looking for a room holding the map or compass to this odd tower, honestly, but books could be informative too, she supposed.
But she is a bit curious as to what England's world is like. Perhaps his country, first? ]
Forgive me my ignorance on this, but... what is 'England' like?
...i am excite, i want to see ;u;
He seems a little surprised -- though pleasantly -- at Link's interest in his home, and gives a small chuckle.] It would be very unfair to expect you to know a country that is not of your world. I was equally ignorant of yours before this conversation.
[That said, he thinks a little bit. Well, most people would say he's stuffy and irritable, but Link didn't ask for a summary of his personality.] There's a lot of rain. [Easiest thing to start with!] It's off the north coast of the continental mainland and shares the island with Scotland and Wales, other countries of the United Kingdom. [Screw you, Ireland.]
Much of England itself is either rolling green hills or plains, in terms of land. Though there are mountains in the north. [He pauses. Admittedly, sometimes he finds it a little hard to talk about himself as he is in the current day, especially since most people aren't normally interested.] Is there anything in particular that you'd like to know about?
HAHA, DO YOU HAVE PLURK...
She had a lot of questions, of course, but perhaps she should start with the simpler ones. ]
It sounds similar to Hyrule... are there different races who live in your mountains and your waterways?
totally do, just got one actually, it's ceesawaseesaw
He seems to have a bit of trouble with his answer to the question, eyebrows furrowed thoughtfully.] There are, however...just as with my friend here, [he indicates the flying mint bunny] most people cannot see them, and consider them to be mere fairytales.
[He sighs a little.] It's a shame, really.
Mine is Catphones <3 adding you
[ Honestly, Link is rather perplexed. Though, perhaps this is because she grew up in a fairy forest where everyone there is eternally a child and their guardian spirit was a talking tree. ]
Perhaps they need clearer vision...?
[ She finds herself considering the Lens of Truth, tucked safely away in her things right now. ]
i warn, i am awful at this plurk thing herpderp
It's as if they don't even exist to most humans, even those with good vision. I don't know how one would go about granting someone the sight necessary to interact with them. [He's heard of a few rituals, but they've never been necessary for him, so he's unsure of their reliability. He looks at Link curiously.] Do you have an idea, perchance?
THAT'S OKAY <333 we can communicate regardless *u*
She feels this is somewhat self-explanatory, but... just in case, although this was normally Navi's expertise, well, she'd explain. ]
You could show them? With this. It's called the Lens of Truth. ... It uses magic power, of course... is that a problem?
[ Headtilt. Hylians and Kokiri are naturally attuned to that sort of thing in her world, though... she was just a bit special even then, thanks to quite a bit of adventuring. ]
sounds fun, bro ;w; <3
...most people of my world do not believe in magic. I am not sure if that would make a difference or not.
[But honestly, he sounds kind of distracted while he says that, mesmerized by the magnifying glass. Cut the man some slack, he's not advanced enough with most magic to manage anything like this and he's got to nerd over something in this tower
thank god he hasn't met the Doctor yet.]no subject
Well, then they just need to see it when I'm holding it.
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Brilliant. I suppose this is an artifact of your world; or is there any way to go about enchanting one of these for myself?
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I'm afraid getting this one was quite a journey for me... I wouldn't know how to make one. It seems to be more the former. But I would be happy to aid you if you'd like?