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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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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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No. Thanks. I'd prefer a bracing cup of tea. You said you were going to show me around?
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Fine, fine, then don't touch my nightstand here andddd avoid the back room of my house. Anyway! I don't got any tea, but maybe we can find some while we're out and about.
[ holding the door open. COME ENGLAND LET US ADVENTURE TOGETHER. ]
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[wait--] Why should I avoid your nightstand and back room exactly?
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[ He just grins ] That's where I keep all the good stuff. Nothing a stiff like you would be interested in.
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...
Suppose what you don't remember about your old dad won't hurt you.
[AWKWARD PAUSE. Those were good times.
Maybe.
They're fuzzy at best and also brightly colored; and often very loud, caked in glitter and sore with the distinct taste of stale vodka and vomit.
...
Yeah okay he's headed for the water because he is hideously thirsty. He hopes there aren't things floating in it that he can see with the naked eye. That's all he asks.]
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[ That's his only reaction. "What." England has been lame for as long as he can remember--but then again, most kids think that of parents. But no. Pretty sure England has always been lame.
America will abandon his post at the door to grab himself some snacks because WHY NOT, ADVENTURING MAKES HIM HUNGRY. There's several cookie jars (some shaped like animals or other weird things) littered across his counter. He opens one and grabs a hand full of jerky.
And then he shoves it in his pocket.
Yes.
While he's at it may as well grab some bottled water. NOTHING IN IT AS FAR AS HE KNOWS. ]
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Might find out in the 70's though, or if England cracks six months down the line and raids America's stash. Who knows?Now, where's the water? Oh, refrigerator, right. Brb rummaging around through America's kitchen fixing up some small package of food for himself like he owns the place. Not that this is any different from usual.]
God, this place needs some fresh air. Fresh. Air. [Turning to America he waves an idle hand, showing he's ready to go.]
I don't mean this kitchen, I mean the entire planet!
[Not commenting on how dead everything is, nor could anyone detect that he finds it unnerving even if they had better observational skills than America. England pushes those thoughts away however, because they've exploring to do. As much as he'd rather do this alone or with someone who isn't America, England's short on weaponry and--
His brain grinds to a halt right there. Maybe it's nice to see a familiar face, even if it's disturbingly aged in very subtle ways, presumably by Alfred's time here, even if the idiot had his hand replaced by a chainsaw. Maybe he's bothering to explore with America because despite all those things, the fat sod is someone he can... well, trust would never be the right word. Maybe.
OR maybe England knows damn well that America will follow him like a puppy until he's bored and wanders elsewhere if they don't have a decided objective and even then he probably would wander off regardless. England will be damned if he has to put up with that absolute tripe while getting nowhere. At the very least this way he might be somewhat productive before America's attention is turned to something else.
... Yes. He'll go with that second one. Trust no one, keep a wary eye on watch. Without realizing it he seems to be eying America as one might eye a beast of prey--with irritable caution.]