In which the entire tower collectively goes OH SHIT

[tempustemporum]

Characters: The entire tower. PARTY POST.
Setting: Take a wild guess.
Format: Either or.
Summary: The tower has been reduced to one room, and it's chock full of monsters. Who you gonna call?
Warnings: Lots, the least of which being language...


[Well, ladies and gentlemen, shit dun hit the fan.]

[The tower has been condensed to one room with pretty much nothing in it. This post? Do whatever in it. General reactions. Go. ...As for Ienzo, he's just kind of sitting in the corner, head in his hands.]

Comments

[keepscalm]

[England has a sort of sixth sense for when America is in trouble. It was just kind of something you developed when you took care of an active child and couldn't keep an eye on them all the time.

England's abilities also don't rely on super strength, since he's not so lucky to have it. He's good with things like swords and guns. Unfortunately, there was no sword in his trunk. Just a knife, which rest assured is at the ready on his belt, if not in his hand.

Guns, though, he has one of those. And he's using it to help thin out the throng of monstrosities surrounding America.

Wordlessly, of course. He doesn't want to call attention to the possibility that he might actually be worried about his former charge.]

[fifty]

[Actually admitting he might have needed that help thinning out the crowd surrounding him is something America isn't about to admit to, so he doesn't say anything until he can actually close some distance between them and make it look somewhat like he just happens to be heading in that direction.]

Man, I wish my ammo didn't go wherever the rest of my stuff went.

[Casually, like it's just a minor problem not worth really caring about.]

[keepscalm]

[England didn't expect thanks, and probably would have felt weird receiving it, so he'd be grateful that America didn't remark on it. If he'd been thinking about it, that is. He's not though, really.

He grimaces a little.] Started carrying mine with me after a while. [Sometime after that freak experiment thing in October, actually.

He lifts a leg to thrust his foot outwards into one of the creatures approaching.] Are you in need of a weapon?

[fifty]

[America punches one in the face, in spite of his lack of super strength at the moment.]

I guess if you have one you're not using, that'd be pretty cool.

[keepscalm]

[He's using it, but he also has two weapons, and he'd prefer that America be armed if his super strength is out of commission.]

I imagine it shall be more effective than your current method.

[England shoves the barrel of his gun against an enemy that's gotten too close and fires point-blank, making sure the way is clear before he reaches out to offer his knife to America (in a way that won't get the other nation injured trying to grab it, of course).]

[fifty]

It would work if this place wasn't doing something weird again.

[America takes the knife and, as soon as he's got a good handle on it, uses it to cut through another monster approaching.]

Man, I'm gonna have to wash this outfit, like, ten times after all this.

[keepscalm]

I do expect that back at some point. [That's his favorite knife. But America is welcome to it as long as he needs it. Which England won't say because that's stupid-sounding.

He pistolwhips an enemy closing in from his side with an exasperated click of his tongue.] I don't know if there will be any salvaging of this one, to my utmost regret. [Seriously, he likes this shirt. But between the stains, the rips, and the smell...]