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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2014 11:48:09 GMT -6
The hand wrapped around the fire poker could feel its distinct weight. From the moment Toris first removed it from beside the fireplace it'd been guarding he noticed the weight, which, at first, gave him some hope that it'd prove useful against whatever might've been lurking outside the room. For another moment he stood within that room, away from its furniture, and took several test swings that likewise carried it's solid weight behind them. For those reason he didn't put it back. Instead, he then went for the door leading back into the hallway he'd entered from and did step outside that room.
His green eyes were locked straight ahead, which made them land straight onto several long scratches trailing across the wall, starting across from where the door was. They'd made him freeze within the doorway because he honestly couldn't remember them having been there when he entered that room. Nor had he heard any sound coming from outside that room. Questions raced across his mind albeit the most noticeable one was whether it, the monster that'd scratched the wall, was still lurking nearby, waiting until he'd move. The next question was wondering what might've made the scratches.
An uneasy shadow fell across his expression as part of him wanted no more than to duck back into the room behind him. Which'd left him feeling somewhat safe, or at least safer than this hallway did. His concern for the other nations would eventually drive him into taking one careful step into that hallway, his head swung from one direction to the other searching for any signs of movement. At seeing none he went creeping down the hallway...away from the direction those claw marks seemingly were pointing.
In truth they could've been pointing either way and he knew it, where he'd entered the hallway just made it seem those marks were pointing the other direction. There presence behind him had him looking over his shoulder every few steps until he couldn't see them anymore. He still cast a glance over his shoulder afterward, his unease still hanging over him out here, although not as often as he'd done just several moments ago. The hallway would take him winding far away from the room he'd left. Or so it seemed when Toris lost track his number of steps taken, then lost count of how many corners he'd gone around after the fourth one.
Toris edged forward, approaching the next corner rather slowly so he'd have enough warning if there was some monster lurking out of sight beyond it. No other sound rose to be heard above his own feet being placed softly one-ahead-of-the-other. Reaching the corner, he paused, holding his breath momentarily so whatever might've been drowned out before would now be noticeable. There still was no sound coming from around the corner, so he peeked around it but saw nothing that might've been more threatening than the entire manor. A set of double doors, resting further down that hallway, caught his attention and made him focus onto its firmly shut surface.
Moving so he stood fully around that corner, his gaze lingered on those doors another moment rather than checking over his shoulder.
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Post by Poland on Jan 22, 2014 18:44:57 GMT -6
It was starting to amaze Feliks to think just how big this place was. He had thought that there were an awful lot of guests at the party, and yet he had barely met up with anyone since they had been split up. All his walking around, up and down stairs, in and out of various kinds of doors, and there was hardly anyone to be found.
He had met the ghost, he thought, of a friend of his, and that worried him. When last he'd heard, Indonesia had been alive and well, and yet he had found himself encountering her ghost. Generally that wasn't something that happened when one's friends were alive, and that idea made him feel that finding the rest of his friends was an now urgent matter indeed. Was he the only one left alive? Was the Manor itself routing him away from meetings—or discoveries of a less pleasant nature? Who was alive? If Nesia was dead, who else was? What about Liet? That last question plagued him in particular; even more than two centuries' separation hadn't broken him of the habit of worrying for his old friend and onetime compatriot. If anything, it had even amplified his concern, having had to spend so long knowing that they were both at the mercy of others whose concerns were different than that.
Random wanderings were giving him no luck at all, and Feliks was increasingly conscious of his stomach grumbling. Maybe he could visit the kitchen? Since the floodwaters had receded, he didn't know if any of the food there would be any good—but it certainly couldn't hurt to look, right? And if anyone else was alive, maybe they would have had similar ideas.
Surprisingly, as he descended to the ground floor, he found that very little appeared to have been water-damaged or even moved by the waters. It occurred to him to wonder how much of what had happened in the Manor had left no trace at all. Perhaps that was the answer to the riddle he had once asked a woman about in the chapel: the Manor could revert changes within its walls to a startling, and frankly unnerving, degree. No wonder the chapel still looked to have burned recently. Whatever force animated the environs here was evil enough that it didn't want an intact place of worship inside of it, but it saw no reason to let time pass in that little building once it was burned down.
Once he was on the ground floor, the problem of how to find the kitchen presented itself. He didn't remember ever finding it before this point, and even if he had he doubted he would be able to navigate reliably in these twisty passages which were all so alike. He would have to hope for luck, then.
It was a surprisingly short time before he saw a person in the hall. Feliks' chest felt tight at the startlingly familiar shape and stance of the figure in front of him. He believed he knew who that was, even without seeing the person's face. The time he had spent here had taught him a certain caution, for one never knew what might or might not be a trap, and this was the only thing that stopped him from taking a running leap to hug that familiar one. That impulse held barely in check, he drew the gun he had found in the study and took a few more steps closer.
“Liet? Is it really you?”
He couldn't disguise the cautious wonder in his voice, hesitant to commit to the idea lest he be betrayed by an evil illusion, but with hope and delight creeping in around the edges. He wanted, so badly, for his friend to be real.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2014 22:01:59 GMT -6
Those doors weren't that far away. They gave him another somewhere that might've contained someone still alive, it would've only taken several quick steps and he would've been standing before there. Ducking into any room was seeming like it'd be a rather good idea considering how much time he'd spent wandering aimlessly through these hallways.
Eventually some monster would come wandering through, either coming toward him or coming in behind him. Such knowledge left him rather certain about ducking those doors as long as there wasn't something dangerous lurking beyond them. Except something else, something that'd spoken from behind him, interrupted those thoughts before he could've even started moving.
“Liet? Is it really you?”
The voice startled him, making him stiffen, since he'd somehow missed hearing the footsteps. It was welcome and familiar, one that he recognized without the need for turning toward where it'd came from but turn he did, pulling his attention from those doors. "Feliks?" Any thought about those doors went fleeing into the recesses inside his mind as his gaze found Poland, albeit somewhat distant from where Toris was standing. Likewise the question about whether it really was him struck him as odd, like there must've been some reason for asking that question that Toris didn't know about.
His own unease about the Manor wasn't too happy with this information. That in turn made him tighten, loosen and tighten his grip rather nervously around the fire poker, not minding its weight now. Among all that one thing still seemed normal, well not normal, but seeing Poland in some dress-like costume just didn't surprise him all that much. It did cause him some amount of worry given their circumstances, even despite him seeing the gun within Poland's hands. He definitely couldn't miss seeing that gun...
Dresses weren't exactly what he considered as good monster fighting/monster avoiding outfits. Despite that opinion, despite them not being official allies anymore outside the Manor, an utter relief went through him over knowing his friend was here, was alive, and was nearby.
"Yes it is me. I'm sorry if there was some reason you thought it wasn't me. There was a pause which didn't last all that long. Releasing one relieved sounding breath, Toris pressed on. "Thank goodness you're still around, I lost track of everyone after the lights went out. You're not hurt, are you? This place seems like somewhere it would be too easy to be hurt in." He asked, somewhat cautious himself, although more worried about the other Nation than whether there was some reason for Poland's earlier question. But, there were questions about that waiting inside his head, waiting until he'd gotten confirmation about what condition his friend really was in. His longing to move closer so he could've checked for any obvious injuries was rather smothered under the presence of that gun. Despite all the certainty that Feliks wouldn't shoot him, the Lithuanian just wasn't sure what he should expect in somewhere like...whatever this manor was.
Being asked whether he was Liet seemed proof enough that he shouldn't move, not until Feliks seemed certain about Toris' identity. This meant Lithuanian waited somewhat nervously, but, as long as Poland didn't shoot, Toris intended that he'd wait until Poland gave some indication of believing him.
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Post by Poland on Jan 23, 2014 1:13:06 GMT -6
Even at this distance, Feliks could tell that he'd surprised Toris. It wasn't as if even someone of his decidedly miseducated skill in people-reading could miss the way the other nation had started at his voice. Then Toris turned, and Feliks could see his face and thought he heard his own name on his friend's tongue. The Lithuanian was wearing a slightly old-fashioned-looking but otherwise fairly unremarkable outfit, and Feliks got the vague impression that he seemed slightly dismayed to see the Pole's bizarre “battle nun” getup—which, to be fair, was proving to be rather more impractical than he had expected in a situation where practicality was proving to be unexpectedly needful. At least it was designed to be easier to move in than a dress this long would normally be, and his unexpected rain-shower had washed some of the ashy stains from the skirt that he had come by in the burned-out chapel.
“Yes, it is me,” Toris was saying. “I'm sorry if there was some reason you thought it wasn't me.”
“Oh, thank God,” he blurted out fervently—the immediate reaction of his heart to the first moment he let himself believe that Toris, his Liet, was really safe.
Liet had more to say, so Feliks listened: “Thank goodness you're still around, I lost track of everyone after the lights went out. You're not hurt, are you? This place seems like somewhere it would be too easy to be hurt in.”
The Pole realized his gun was still raised, and he lowered the barrel, pointing it at the ground rather than at the nervous Lithuanian, though it was still ready to be fired just in case something attacked them. He took a few steps in Toris' direction. Falling back into his accustomed patterns of behavior with the ease of a long habit of doing this in stressful times, he replied, “Yeah, I'm totally fine. Haven't seen anyone alive in, like, forever, though.” He frowned, appearing to be merely a little bit unsettled but in truth being reasonably quite upset by what he was about to say next. “I might have seen someone dead, though—it was one of my friends, too—so I was sort of thinking that I might be the only one left alive there for a while, which would have totally sucked, so I'm really glad to see you're okay.”
He didn't want to let on quite how much the idea had bothered him, nor how much he had been worried about Toris in particular. Inspecting the other nation again now, he saw that Toris appeared to be armed with an iron poker—clearly, he hadn't come with a weapon, nor found a proper one anywhere, so this improvisation seemed to be a pretty decent substitute. It would work out pretty well if they ran across anything that needed clubbing, anyway. Or if there turned out to be any fires that needed poking.
The thought of poking fires reminded Feliks that he had meant to seek out a place to cook food. He still remembered how one went about cooking over a fire, and if it became necessary maybe they could team up to make something nice to eat! “Were you going anywhere in particular?” Feliks asked his newfound companion. “'Cause I wanted to figure out where the kitchen was, so that maybe I could find some food. And I'd rather not split up, now that I've found you're alive, y'know?”
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