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

[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...]