Endgame: This Broken Jaw of Our Lost Kingdoms; Part One

[animusmods]

Characters: open to those trapped in cells
Setting: the cells
Format: any
Summary: Those left abandoned in the Tower have some time to speak to each other. In the middle of the room, a clock counts down...
Warnings: general animus endgame warnings

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[hoasen]

[She properly looks over at him now, nodding in response when he calls her name, before returning her attention to his current state. Alright, so he seemed to be fine. At least through having to deal with that.

She couldn't do more than lightly clap to show her relief when he pushes himself up.]

That is a little bit disturbing to know that this is a regular occurrence that happens to you. Do you always get yourself into trouble?

[It was a dark joke, but she thought it might at least help disguise whatever dread they felt, especially with their predicament right now, time slowly trickling away and no way of escape.]

[keepscalm]

[It's hardly the appropriate time or place, but in true British fashion, England can't help but let out a little snort of a laugh at Vietnam's joke. He appreciates her efforts, evidently.]

It's impossible to learn anything around here without getting into a bit of trouble now and then. [Or a lot of trouble. Definitely a lot of trouble, in England's case.] And they're not exactly the kind of people I'm inclined to listen to.

[A joke for a joke, as anyone who knows England at all knows that his genuine compliance is a privilege reserved only for people he holds in the highest esteem (so, not many people at all).]

[hoasen]

[Though she was happy that he was taking it in good humour, she didn't expect the answer he returned. Which was why she almost choked trying to clear her throat in order to not laugh (a lot).]

Ah, what a rebel. But you are right, one fights trouble with trouble, no? [But in moderation! (She says this now.)] I have a feeling that many, if not all of us here share your inclinations towards these adminstrators.

[She was definitely one of those who knew about England's compliance, if not from his meetings, then at least from France and China's constant whining.] But as we are all here now, it seems like you have a few partners in crime. [Few, meaning all of them.]

[keepscalm]

[Rebel. That's the kind of word that conjures up images of troubled teenagers with lots of piercings and tattoos and angry music, not some big-browed guy in a tan jumper and slacks. Again, the absurdity of it draws a sound of amusement out of England.

Though, truth be told, he didn't really even do much this time. He passed on some information, but it's not like he's the one that tried to stab Riki in the face or however they elected to ultimately go after him. Whatever happened was bad enough to get all of them imprisoned.

England casts a glance around, taking in the rainbow of wireframes in the cells.] I think it's more that we're all partners in crime now whether we like it or not. [He doesn't know exactly how the fight went down, but he knows for sure that this many people weren't involved in it.]

[hoasen]

[Which he was also too. Wouldn't be surprised it photos of his punk rock moments pass through the Nation Gossipsphere. (And he always looked and seemed so nice!)

At least he did more than her, though, because right now she doesn't even have one clue on how that battle could've possibly went down. Just that there was one because no one can take it anymore with how the time was ticking away.]

I suppose... [He was right; she was practically "innocent" in this situation, yet here she is.] Everyone is here...well, not everyone. There are some who appear to be missing.