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.]

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[keepscalm]

Russia almost got himself shot for his troubles -- England was too quick on the draw, and he actually did pull the trigger. Only a quick last-second adjustment of his arm kept the bullet from burying itself into Russia.

England scowled, mostly to hide his minor disturbance at just how much fun Russia seemed to be having with mauling these monsters. "A shame it's under such circumstances," added the smaller nation curtly, ramming his elbow backwards into one of the creatures at his rear. He heard the sound of his shirt tearing, and simultaneously felt a warmth and sting in his shoulder that indicated a cut (or two or three), but his only reaction was a minor wince. The offending attacker was then accordingly stabbed with no mercy.

[sovietbear]

Of course Russia was having a good time. It was nice to finally get his aggressions out on something, especially something that was a part of why he was stuck in this tower in the first place. He had had a lot of agitation building up, and that he could finally do something with it... That was fantastic, really. He didn't seem to notice the close call he had with England's gun, barely paying attention to what the Brit was doing. After all, he deemed the monsters as a much bigger threat.

"Mmm. Da. This could be being a better place to be meeting. But there is nothing that we can be doing about that, da?" he replied, bludgeoning one of the monsters in front of him, and then wheeling around to slam the butt of his gun into another of them. Bullets needed to be made to last as long as possible, after all.

[keepscalm]

One would think that an outlet for anger would be a welcome thing to to the repressed former empire, but he'd squashed his rage so far down that the only thing arising now was irritation. Which was unfortunately the norm for England. There was no venting a habit.

"Regrettably," he conceded shortly, rearing back to bury his heel into a monster approaching him head-on. "You're faring well, I see." A mindless observation, to be sure, and one that he didn't expect would be contradicted. But on the off-chance that Russia was having trouble somehow, it would only be the honourable thing to do to assist him.

[sovietbear]

Ivan nodded a little at the question the other asked, knowing he had to answer verbally as well, because more likely than not England wasn't looking at him, having to deal with his own side of monsters. "Oh, I am doing quite well, I am thinking. It is just another day in this silly tower, da?" he replied, except it was a slightly different day than normal--a more satisfying day.