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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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He drank his tea some more in silence, Sanshi's arms wrapped protectively around him.
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"Are you familiar with other types of tea, Taiki?" England queried after a few moments.
/looks up names of tea
"I like berry and fruit tea as well though my grandma used to say it was too sweet. There are some tea's in the 12 Kingdoms that I don't think they have on earth but the tea on Mount Hou was always nice."
/i have this problem all the time orz
His interest was piqued at the mention of Taiki's home world. "Really now? A shame; I'd love to try them."
At least I got to learn interesting things about Japanese tea!
"I wish you could, some of them are really delicious."
~the more you know~ <3
"Well," he started amiably. "Perhaps some day I will have the opportunity. You never know." If he could get pulled away from his own world into some foreign one, who's to say he couldn't visit another if he figured out the secret?
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"If you do though you can come and visit me in Tai!"
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"Though if that's the case, there's still a chance yet, seeing as England is so rainy." He'd become so attuned to rain, he could tell when it was coming in almost any environment; even here in the tower, he'd noticed the drizzles that had been happening.
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"I heard that about England, that it is very rainy. Tai is not too wet but there is a cold wind that blows most of the year round."
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He filed this possibility away, mulling over the weather. "Cold doesn't much bother me, fortunately." England was no Scandinavian country, but he had a pretty high chill tolerance.
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