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discedo2012-04-10 01:57 pm
unionjackass) wrote in discedo2012-04-10 01:57 pm
♠ first arrow; [video/action for Discedo]
[A pair of shrewd green eyes shows up blinking on the screen. The camera pulls back; England is lowering the device examining it--and apparently isn't aware it's recording yet because he's caught mid-sentence:]--the damn thing anyway. "Use this"... Can't even cast a spell, no need to be cheeky.
Of all the ways to pull a prank, this one's got to be the most moronic. [He knits his brows in concern as his footsteps crunch over the ground. He's searching, looking for anything familiar. A prank was one thing, having his magic become null was another. But, strangest of all was the empty sensation at the back of his mind.
England chews the side of his mouth in thought.] That's odd... [He stops abruptly, head snapping up. He fixates on a building, the camera angle low, peering up so it leaves his head and shoulders in clear view. A prank was his first thought and he'll hold onto that until he knows better, but... God, he'd prefer this landscape over the emptiness that's crawling over his mind and he'll be damned if he stands there and simply accepts it for what it is.
He shakes his head.] H-hah, nothing--nothing to worry about I'm sure, I--
[And then he notices the communicator's screen properly and he leans in.]
Is-- Was this thing recording?! How long-- Agh! There's nothing to see here--! If anybody can see or hear this broadcast, and I feel such a fool for thinking anything of it, I demand an explanation for this nonsense at once!
[And with that, he shuts off the device.]
Of all the ways to pull a prank, this one's got to be the most moronic. [He knits his brows in concern as his footsteps crunch over the ground. He's searching, looking for anything familiar. A prank was one thing, having his magic become null was another. But, strangest of all was the empty sensation at the back of his mind.
England chews the side of his mouth in thought.] That's odd... [He stops abruptly, head snapping up. He fixates on a building, the camera angle low, peering up so it leaves his head and shoulders in clear view. A prank was his first thought and he'll hold onto that until he knows better, but... God, he'd prefer this landscape over the emptiness that's crawling over his mind and he'll be damned if he stands there and simply accepts it for what it is.
He shakes his head.] H-hah, nothing--nothing to worry about I'm sure, I--
[And then he notices the communicator's screen properly and he leans in.]
Is-- Was this thing recording?! How long-- Agh! There's nothing to see here--! If anybody can see or hear this broadcast, and I feel such a fool for thinking anything of it, I demand an explanation for this nonsense at once!
[And with that, he shuts off the device.]
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Yeah, you heard me. Got an embassy, apartment, and a house in a post-apocalyptic wasteland.
God bless atomic weaponry.
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[oh yes that makes all kinds of sense.
Yup.
He'll just.
Okay. No he's got this. It's quite wonderful and convenient, astounding even.]
I have an. Errand. Yes! An errand to run before I visit. For tea.
--The errand is for tea.
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[ because america doesn't ]
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[aka he asked around like a crackwhore with serious class.]
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Yyyeeeahhh. Okay, whatever. Just hurry up before something eats ya!
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Leering.
Ey luv. Fancy a bit of fun? Bag of Earl for the usual; if y'want more that'll be extra.
Yes.]
If you're not there when I arrive I'll visit Hong Kong instead!
... [hangs up. 8|]
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And since America knows where Hong Kong lives, there wouldn't even be any escape. ]
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He really does.
ANYWAY. England shows up a bit later after meeting with Rosemary and knocks on the door making the most (unsure) expression. This may or may not be close to his default.]
Oi! America! It's England. You still there?
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Yes. Clint Eastwood would give him a nod of affirmation if he were here.
However, he doesn't offer a big stupid grin, nor does he move in to invade England's personal bubble. He just smiles and opens the door wider. Probably a little odd, but hey, it's another universe, this is probably the most normal part of England's day. ]
Sure took ya long enough! I was starting to wonder if you got your leg gnawed off by a monster or something. Man, an opportunity for heroism wasted.
[ By the way he glances at his hand, he's more disappointed at a lost opportunity to use that. ]
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What's not normal is that America isn't leaping at him or slamming a hand against his back or shoulder. It takes him a minute to register this isn't happening but, to be fair, he doesn't really mind.
Awkward shifting. Uh. He slides into America's apartment with his hands in his pockets.]
Oh shut it. I can take perfectly good care of myself, chip or no.
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Hey man, you never know. One minute you're strollin' down the street all, "pip pip cheerio," sipping tea or whatever you do, and then BAM! Monster in your face!
By the way, some of them are tricky. You'd think I'd learn my lesson about the crying zombie girls, but apparently not. Just feel bad for 'em, man. It's like, I'd totally cheer them up, but every time I point a flashlight at 'em they freak out and attack me like an ex-girlfriend who thinks I gave her the clap!
...Which... I didn't... I don't have... and I wouldn't sleep with a zombie. Yeah.
[ He coughs in awkward embarrassment. ]
Point is, stuff does things like that. Makes you paranoid about even things like hearing a little girl crying.
[ America frowns and stares absently at a spot on the wall. He's clearly thinking about something. Lamenting about how Discedo is basically conditioning him to pull a weapon on a sobbing girl who, if he squints, looks like an undead Namine? Developing a plan to cheer up all the Witches with a music festival and/or illicit substances?
Probably both. ]
HAHA LATE WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ... 8< sorry brah
[Yeah enough about that.] --But so what?! Least my paranoia's not as blinding as yours. There's always things lurking in the dark even at home, just 'cause they've got more fangs here doesn't mean a damn thing.
[He pauses and turns to look at America, frowning as per usual. Chainsaw hand aside, a lot of things seem off. The generally disgruntled and disapproving expression on his face changes to one of mild confusion with a heaping underlying dose of suspicion.]
Oi! Snap out of it! At least you're learning to be quiet.
[Which is something he could enjoy, but really, he just--let him make certain, that's all. It's not out of concern honestly. England's intent is to weed out any funny business.
Definitely both.]S'ALL GOOD
I'm careful! [ no he's actually kinda a terrible boyfriend in many respects but DAMN IT HE TRIES. ]
And you should figure out if you want me to keep quiet or not space out. You can't be annoyed by both.
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... [Except America actually has a very valid point, and his expression melts into something muted and sour and where in God's name is he really.]
Staring into the air... Obviously it's--because you're still intoxicated! Yes that's it!
[PROBLEM SOLVED!]
Alright then! So where's the grand tour? The ridiculous items you've probably collected? Anybody told you the Iron Curtain's down yet? [HE HAS SO MANY THINGS TO TELL YOU ABOUT THE FUTURE! Please crush his dreams.]
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[ And yet, he grins. ]
I am still pretty high, but that ain't got nothin' to do with anything.
You want a tour, you're gonna have to ask nicely!
should not tag you when I'm this tired enjoy it
It's the kind of tone that makes you want to punch someone in the face or run from them in terror. Or both.
Think "Dolores Umbridge."]America, would you please? [cue the grin and no his teeth are still a little wonky even in the future.]
oh I will
That's better! Okay, so do you got any idea where you are now? It'll be easier for me to show you around if we start out at my place!
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Oh well, this normalcy he can deal with.]
Discedo, Fortuna, there's other places--Spero and... Dissimulo, scientists are bored and want to repopulate their planet--God knows why they picked us--
Oh, and I was given a labeled map so there's that.
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...And any map you were given is inferior to mine. Seriously man, I can make some downright epic maps!
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... Your maps are awful!
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My maps are glorious. They're orgasms for the eyes. I know, I've dated cartographers. [ smirking and waggling his eyebrows. ahhhhh good memories. ] Didja catch it? Didja catch my drift?
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I--Don't--I don't want to know about your love life! It may still be the sixties for you--or what ever it is--but I'll have you know it's 2012 for me and I'm stone cold sober! [... wow sometimes he says too much.]
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also he can't help but think "good, I hope you don't start asking too many questions about my previous love life then," because really the less he knows about tatsumi the better. ]
Hah! Usually the only times you ever shout about your sobriety is when you're raging drunk. Tellin' ya man, a little weed'll do wonders for that temper of yours.
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