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Characters: America, open
Setting: cafeteria, in front of the staff elevator
Format: I'll match you
Summary: After finding out what happened to the people who were taken away, America attempts to fix things by breaking other things. Like the elevator.
Warnings: language/furious America/etc

There wasn't much America could do to help the surgery victims directly, which made him angry enough on top of the fact that it had happened at all. That there were people he knew, and children, involved, made him angrier. That two of his citizens were involved just made the whole thing absolutely impossible to ignore for even a moment. America's always done righteous fury well, or he likes to think so. And this place is entirely deserving of his rage.

He knocks on the elevator lightly at first, mostly to test it. It doesn't feel like it should be hard to break through, not really. He can't find the seam that should separate the doors, but that isn't really necessary for him.

The sound, when he strikes the door a second time, reverberates up the elevator shaft and through the cafeteria. It's not even the full force his muscles are capable of, and it earns him an electric jolt that makes him yelp in surprise, but the door doesn't budge. And it definitely should have.

So he backs off and kicks it with everything he's got in him. The noise and vibration are even louder, and he yelps again as a stronger shock pulses through his brain, but again the elevator door doesn't even look like he so much as tapped it.

Furious, he turns to an empty cafeteria table and slams his hand down on it, snapping it in two like it was made of balsa wood.

"Hey! I know you guys are down there somewhere!"

He kicks the door again.

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The loud noise startled Applejack, who had came down to the cafeteria to eat when she found the large group of humans and other creatures gathered, some of them looking not like the other humans. She turned just as the blond male human broke the table, shocked into silence.

After a minute, she slowly makes her way over, looking up at him worriedly. "Hey, what happened to the other humans? Why are you trying to break that thing?"

America has to pause for a second, to recover from the multiple shocks he's been receiving for attempting to smash the elevator and actually smashing a table, but the fury is still evident in how tightly wound he seems and the look in his eye.

"This place--this fucking place did something!"

He's yelling at the elevator even though he's responding to Applejack--and normally the sight of a talking pony would be of more note to him, except for what he'd seen today.

"They're down there, I know it--"

The next time his hand comes down on the elevator door it's not so loud, except for the crack as he breaks his own hand. They've taken his abilities away.

It doesn't stop him from using his other hand anyway.

Her ears flattened against her skull at the loud noises, wincing slightly when she heard the crack of bone breaking. Steeling herself, she tried to pull him away from the door with her teeth, grunting as the fabric of his shirt made her words muffled.

"Ghrh, don't hurt y'self!"

Because she knew, strong human or not, that there isn't any way he could get anything done by breaking himself.

"Hey, let go!"

America tugs against the pony pulling him back, but without his nation abilities he's a regular human, and the struggle is more difficult than he's used to.

"I can't just sit here, I have to fix it!"

Applejack is stronger once America is sapped of his strength, and she manages to pull him away from the door, tugging hard before she lets go.

"Now see here, sugarcube, it won't do us any good breakin' bones if it ain't gonna help anyone! I dunno what's goin' on exactly, but I ain't lettin' you kill yourself, you hear?"

America's pout is childish in its fury, frustrated and unable to come up with anything reasonable to do.

"I can't just let them get away with this!"

"No one's lettin' anyone get away with this, partner," the pony frowned, stomping the ground with her hoof. "But with your hoof broken, you can't do anythin' about it!"

Suzaku is just as angry. He had been in the cafeteria, saw what had happened. He had spent all week helping to look for his roomate, thinking that one of the trolls had taken him. But it was so much worse than that. He had had almost the same idea as America. He saw the man and frowned as he seemed to be in pain.

A whisper in his ear made him jump, he turned around looking. It had been happening all morning, a touch on his arm, a whisper in his ear, a figure just out of sight in the corner of his eye.

He shook his head, and approached the elevator. "Here let me try." He took a step back and delivered a spin kick that hurt his leg but left the elevator looking like nothing had happened. He didn't seem to be in any extra pain like the other man though. "It's bound to break eventually."

"It should've broken already," America growled, and another slam breaks his hand as his powers are deprived as punishment, another shock jolting him at the same time.

He pauses, but only to start yelling at the elevator again.

"Cowards! Come up here, you bastards!"

Suzaku saw the man's hand break, "Watch out." Suzaku kicked the door again, he doesn't bother shouting he doesn't think they will come up. He aimed another spin kick at the door.

"I don't think... it's going to be easy to break." He tried a third kick and a shock vibrated through him throwing him clear of the door.

"Dammit." America sounded exhausted, striking the door again and getting shocked again for his efforts. There has to be something he can do, but if he can't even break down one door...

"Maybe there's another way to them." He kicked the wall next to the door. In case it wasn't as reinforced as the door itself. "Or another way to make them come up here."

"We can't climb down the tower or anything," America said. "Maybe if we wait for the elevator to go down we could jump in or something..."

"No, we can't." Suzaku had tried climbing down, it was impossible. "Maybe, if it's not too far down. Or... we could make enough damage up here that they have to come up." Suzaku was sort of aware he was thinking like a terrorist, and he hated himself for it, but they were running out of options.

"That could work," America said, thoughtful. "Anything to get them to answer for what they did. They'd better do something about it."

Suzaku nodded, "If we gather everyone willing to fight and then make them come up here then we can force them to fix this."

[Molly watched him, her country, for a little while. She knew that he was strong but maybe she could help. If he couldn't do it by himself and she couldn't do it alone, maybe it would work if they did it together.]

[She approaches him slowly, still a bit shaken from the return of the others]

Want some help?

[America looks over, wondering when Molly even got here. Of course, he had been kind of distracted. And it was worth a shot, right? He manages to rein in his fury to address the girl.]

Sure. On three?

[She raises her fists and her eyes glow an angry pink]

Is it one, two, three or one, two, three, go? [she had to ask just in case, she doesn't want to get it wrong and miss the mark]

On go.

[America cracks his knuckles and takes a step back to get a better angle at the swing.]

One, two, three, go!

[He strikes hard, enough to break through most anything. It has to break the door, it has to, right?]

[Molly nods seriously at him and stretches out her fingers a bit, it's been a while since she has used her power and she knows that she only has one really good shot in her before she'd need a nap. But if the elevator needed more than one pounding she was determined to hit it as much as necessary. No one hurts her friends.]

[On "GO" she strikes the elevator as hard as she can, no holding back. She knew her own strength and not much could hold up to it.[

[While it seems like everything rattles a fair amount, the door sits unopened, unbroken, undented]

What the hell, that should've worked!

[He kicks the door just out of his own sense of frustration and hisses at the pain of suddenly being deprived of his strength, as well as the electric shock.]

[Molly is overcome with drowsiness and frustration. She needs to lean against the wall to keep herself up and tears start to well up in her eyes. It isn't pain from hitting the elevator, no, that didn't hurt at all. It was the frustration and anger at herself for not being able to break the stupid door! She was strong and she knew it. She knew that should have broken. So why didn't it?]

[whispered] I'm sorry.

[America sits down on the ground beside where Molly is leaning, exhausted and still vaguely hurting from the shocks.]

There's gotta be something, like--like a force field on the door or--or something.

[This is comic book logic, really.]

[She slides down the wall to sit next to him, resisting the very big urge to lean her head on his shoulder and just fall asleep on him.]

[Instead she nods]

That makes sense. We need someone who can break barriers or something. Or maybe if the power went out again.

Yeah. Yeah. We'll just ask for someone who can do stuff like that. They might be able to help.

Do you think there are people like that here?

[ Under the same issue, Link was not pleased, but all the same, she was fighting it at present.

She frowns at America, though, knowing this won't help, and approaches, pulling on a pair of silver-plated gauntlets as she does. ]

... That alone won't open it.

[ If you get yourself shocked too much, it might not do any good for the people who've been hurt, America. 8(

SO STAND ASIDE, LET THE HYLIAN WITH HER POWER GAUNTLETS ON HAVE AT THIS BITCH. The gloves are ~~off~~ on now, Tower. So on.

Even though she gets a shock from it, Link ignores it. ATTEMPT TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THIS ELEVATOR #2 IS GO. ]

It should've opened it. There shouldn't be a door.

[America will let Link take her (well, America thinks his) chance at it, mostly because he's nursing multiple electric shocks and broken bones and needs a second to gather up more energy.]

[ There is the sound of metal groaning, but it does not give way--in fact, it looks more like something's disabled the magic in the gauntlets, and ~~she~~ he they're kind of furious about it.

Sigh. ]

... The evil will get their due.

[ COUNT ON IT, TOWER-RUNNING-EVIL GUYS. B( ALL THE HEROES DISLIKE YOU. Link has a sword waiting to gut these people... ]

They should get it now.

[America slams his unbroken hand against the elevator door, not hard enough to break it but enough to hurt, even ignoring the shock (which he was kind of getting used to).]

[ She runs a hand through her hair. It isn't that she doesn't agree, but... ugh. Words aren't her forte. Not at all. But she has to say something, right? ]

Hurting yourself won't change this.

[ America, please do not break anymore bones. :c ]

If I could get in there...

[He casts an unhappy look at the elevator shaft.]

[ An unhappy glance goes to the door. Finally, she settles with a quiet sigh. ]

... It's what they want from us. Negativity. Rashness.

[ ... Are you going to let them win, America? Because she isn't. ]

The noise causes Ivan to look up. Actually he was already looking up, because he refused to keep half of the inhabitants of the cafeteria out of his eyesight, and when he saw the American trying to break into the elevator shaft.... well, he stood up, shoulders stiff, moving to the elevator shaft himself, keeping his eyes open for any attack, the paranoia there, but then it was always sort of there. "If you break something bigger... Perhaps you could use it as a battering ram, of some sort?" he suggested, brows furrowed.

"I guess I could use a table or something..." He looked down at the now broken table thoughtfully. "It'd be better if there was something I couldn't break though. Then I could use it on the door."

It made sense, sort of.

Ivan looked thoughtful, staring at the table, a thoughtful look on his own face. "I am thinking the only things you cannot be breaking are the things you cannot be getting," he replied. Like the elevator door. And the tower itself. He knew enough of the American's strength in their past fights to know it was a pretty handy asset. Perhaps if they could take one of the doors off their hinges it might be heavy enough....

That sound got Eiji's attention - mostly for giving him a target to go after. He had Ankh in tow, all but having drug the other along.

"Is this where they go?" Eiji asked America, having not been the most observant in his stay here so far.

No, he wasn't happy about being dragged along to..whatever they were doing, but at least it was something. Ankh already had his red Greeed arm showing on his right arm, and looked at America with a bit of an odd look.

"What do you expect to accomplish, huh?"

"I dunno, maybe if I can get down there I can do something," America said, kicking the door and wincing at the shock that followed. "They're down there, yeah. And this is their fault--"

Another kick, another wince.

"Dammit."

Eiji pulled out a three-slotted device, putting it on his waist. A belt appeared right after, and he held a hand out towards Ankh. "Ankh - give me the grey medals. Let's see if we can't lend a hand here."

"You're not going to get very far that way," Ankh commented nonchalantly as he watched America's efforts.

He took the medal case out of his jacket and took out three grey medals, from the case; one with a rhino design, one with a gorilla, and one with an elephant. "Combo, huh? Try not to wear yourself down," He said when he turned his attention to Eiji, and he tossed them up for Eiji to grab.

When the medals left his hands though, he suddenly felt a shock of his own; he dropped the medal case in surprise and grabbed at his neck with both hands as he recoiled in pain, a single silver medal falling from his neck and clanging on the ground. Ankh definitely does not look happy. "What the hell...?!"

"I should try." That's Fenris, standing a few steps away and regarding America with a level gaze. The anger behind it is evident enough, though. He can hide it sometimes, but not now. Not after what he's seen today.

He doesn't make a move towards the elevator doors just yet, however. Instead, he tilts his head towards them and asks, "What's behind those doors?"

"The elevator shaft that the guys in charge use," America said, looking over at Fenris. "You can give it a shot if you want."

England understood that America was upset. He had a right to be. England was, too, but in the pit of his stomach lay more of an empty, resigned numbness than righteous rage. What sense was there in getting himself worked up? There wasn't anything he could do to exact justice. He could only offer his assistance to the victims to the best of his ability.

After watching America lose to the door and abuse a table, England finally found it in himself to speak up. "Getting yourself hurt won't be of use to anyone except the people that are in charge." He tried to sound clinical and dissociated, as he always did when matters got too emotional, but it was fairly obvious in his tone that he felt more than a little drained.

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/late, i had to debate on this for a while orz feel free to ignore him