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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2014 20:03:33 GMT -6
Blood dripped own the side of his face, racing the beads of sweat upon the man’s other cheek. Heavy, but steady, breaths perforated the air, his strong heart pumping strength and adrenaline to his limbs, to the strong and secure grip upon the hilt of the sword. The head wound wasn’t severe, a mere scratch, but head wounds had a nasty habit of bleeding badly but at least that the cut wasn’t above the blonde’s eyes to interfere with his line of vision. To fact that the beast, the creature before him had caught him off guard enough to get in the swipe irritating Norway to no end, but his quick reflexes had released his sword in a blur to swing at his attacker, but the beast had been quick too and had jumped out of reach in time.
The fact that the monster had touched Lukas’ face was just perfect, why did it have to be the face? Only just recently had the long and jagged scratches raging down his beautiful face had faded to the slightest of pink, which the Norwegian had hoped would disappear all together with a bit more time, but no. Now yet another cut marred his features, right beneath his hairline on his left cheekbone, but his blue eyes were bright with azure fire as he stared down the tall, black, ad skeletal figure looming before him down the lit and pleasantly furnished hallway. This hall, at least, was slightly wider than others Lukas had been in, though that could be because he was on first floor.
Narrowing his eyes, ignoring the itch and sting of his cut, Lukas assessed his new assailant from where the robed figure stood who was equally seizing the nation up itself. The creature was tall, slim, and held itself in a dignified yet slightly hunched forward, as is there was something wrong with its back. Even from affair, Lukas could tell that the robes that the creature wore were religious, which was ironic because usually monks and whatnot were associated with peace and pacifism, yet this creature with its head of that of a skull of s stag, was anything but. Lukas has been by himself for some time now, having lost Denmark some time ago, but he hadn’t allowed himself to get discouraged, he just kept on walking down hallways until finally meeting up with someone.
Apparently, Norway’s plan had worked and he was facing his companion. Steadying his breath, Lukas reached into his pocket tor retrieve a neckerchief to wipe away the blood form his face, his eyes never leaving the priest figure, whose ghastly image of a bleached white skull reminded Lukas of his own mythological creatures back home. Tucking away his blood-smeared handkerchief, Norway tensed when the creature took a step forward, the hardwood of the floor echoed its step, which made the Norwegian’s brow to crease even more. The footfall had sounded… odd, but Lukas didn’t dwell on it much because the monster had begun to advance and Norway took his stance, prepared for battle and almost ready to die.
“Come at me you son of a bitch…” he mumbled under his breath, having grown tired of almost dying so many time sin this place, that one last fight was how he would want to go and if this priest could give it to him, well then it would be a glorious death.
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Nesia Pertiwi Annisa Ingkiriwang Notonegoro
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Post by Indonesia on May 9, 2014 10:36:49 GMT -6
For some reason, Nesia didn't know why she's walking barefooted now. Same with why there was dirt in her costume and her weapon. Maybe she had wandered outside and forgot about it? Normally the Indonesian would feel that this was strange, that something was not right, but she only brushed it aside. Being unable to remember things was normal.
Normal under the roof of this Manor.
Squatting down, Nesia tried to clean soil that caked between her toes. It's itchy and intruding her movement. She no longer bothered to think what she had been doing before going inside the building. Something certainly happened, or else she would be wearing her costume shoes now and not covered in dirt. Her weapon, the short bamboo staff, was a bit blunt at the tip. Like it had been used to scrape something hard. Nesia needed to sharpen it soon. Then again, she had used it for many things, so maybe it had been blunted for some time and she just realized it now.
A creak shifted her attention away from her toes. She stayed silent and still for a moment, trying to determine what creature that made the sound. Nesia would immediately go check the source, but the Manor had taught her to be more patient and cautious. She slowly stood up, the shift of her weight made the wooden floor creaked a little. Her shoes could muffle the sound of her own footsteps and prevented the floor from creaking. Now she regretted why she came here without them. Stealth would give her the upper hand upon facing something that she didn't know about.
With a hand stretched touching the wall, the Indonesian tiptoed on the carpeted floor. She was in yet another hallway - hallways here seemed endless, didn't they? Her spear - which was now looked more like a cane - held tightly in her right hand. She pushed her hood back to get a better view once she reached the end of the hallway.
It ended on a wider hallway. Movements were heard from there, so Nesia leaned to the wall and carefully craned her neck to her left side. What she saw was a back of a figure with a horned head - similar like a stag's horn. The figure was clad in a robe-like clothing, facing something that she couldn't see as far as her sight could reach. She faintly heard something else, like heavy breathing. And sure enough, when Nesia knelt to see past the legs of that creature, she saw another pair of feet. But she had no idea who the person was. The nation was contemplating whether to approach that creature or keep observing until she could figure out the situation, but then the stag-headed thing advanced further away from her.
Her heartbeat quickened. As far as she could remember, no human-like creature in this Manor was harmless to the nations. Wasn't that the reason why she died earlier?
Nesia had to help the other person. Dying was an unpleasant experience and she didn't want anyone else go through that painful ordeal.
Luckily, the creature seemed to focus on the other person. So she quickly ran and - using her spear as a bat - hit the creature's leg from her left side. While it was distracted by her attack, Nesia sneaked past it and went to the other nation's side.
"Are you okay?" ----------------------------------------------- [[ tell me if I screw something up >.> ]]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2014 18:30:42 GMT -6
Norway was ready for a fight, hell he was wanting it, to feel the thrill of his muscles aching in the swing of his sword, his body vibrating when the blade cut through bone, the hot splatter of blood upon his skin, the cries of anguish and agony fro his opponent. Oh, behind Lukas’ cold, indifferent exterior, he was even colder on the inside but deep down, he was still that violent, bloodthirsty, brute of a Viking who once ruled most of what is now Europe. So in other words, even if he was actually about to die, he would enjoy it and would literally go down swinging.
Flexing his sure grip upon his sword, eyeing the robed creature before him, it did irritate Lukas that the beats had been able to draw first blood but Lukas also accepted it. After all, it had been Norway’s own fault, for he had let his guard slip just enough that the wound was inflicted, but the coppery smell of his blood only stirred his burning for a fight even more. What was it now, seventy years? More? When was the last time Lukas ha fought anything solo, just by himself, without the aid of his fellow Nordics as backup. True he had lost his fight, many had in the last World War, but even then it still hadn’t been just him for he had his entire country backing him.
In the Manor, everyone was on their own, cut off from their homelands and in most cases, cut off from each other as well. Personally speaking, being alone was actually how Norway liked it mostly so this battle was right up his alley. Taking in a deep breath, steadying his heartbeat to a smooth rhythm while adrenaline still made his veins burns; Lukas could literally feel his multi-millennia body tingle with power, the same feeling he used to feel all the time with mead and meat in his belly, blood on his face, with a mad smile as a much younger nation. Taking a step forward to begin, a tiny smile reminiscent of those days inched its way to his lips when….
BANG!
Instantly, Lukas’ smile disappeared and he blinked in vague surprise when all of his sudden, his opponent disappeared with a flurry of… crazy. Lukas was left standing there, a slight frown on his face as he watched his robbed adversary get bashed and his own opportunity for a great one-on-one battle was destroyed. Now… he was truly irritated. When the infuriating female rushed to his side, he dared take his eye off of the molested creature to look at her from his peripheral to delver a glare that could freeze Hell.
"Are you okay?"
A slap across the woman’s face came his initial reply before Lukas stepped in front of her to return to face the creature. No, Norway rarely if ever struck women but this was one of those situations that roused his allowance. “Stay out of my way,” he uttered, daring her to interfere once more. Who the hell did she think she was? The Norwegian hadn’t actually gotten a good enough look at her to truly guess but frankly, he did not care. Perhaps after, if he survived this ordeal, he’d apologize for striking her for the time being, she had truly deserved it.
~Sorry for the wait! Take the slap however you want x'D I don't think Nor hit her too hard... #yolo
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Nesia Pertiwi Annisa Ingkiriwang Notonegoro
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heterosexual.
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panda suit. bamboo spear. rafflesia arnoldii. died twice. speaks "chocolate"
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Post by Indonesia on Jul 2, 2014 8:25:38 GMT -6
From all types of response Nesia thought she would get, a slap certainly wasn't in the list. The woman did not even had a chance to recognize the person she - thought - had saved or check the creature she just attacked. The slap was not that hard, but the psychological shock that came with it sent her tumbling backwards. Her back met the wall, and for a moment the world was reduced to nothing but the stinging pain on her left cheek.
“Stay out of my way,” came the cold command from someone she tried to help. She didn't feel brave enough to stand in his way again, not now.
Nesia spent a minute or two staring at the floor until she finally had enough courage to face the man. Dark brown met navy blue, she blinked, then broke the eye contact. The pain had begun to diminish, yet the shock remained. She had saved him. She had helped him. So why... why the slap? Confusion, regret, fear and anger stirred into one giant pool. And it was trying to drown her.
The man had blond hair under the blue pirate hat. He wore a matching suit and had a sword in his hand. From the brief eye contact, Nesia had known that he was one of the Nordics, Norway. As far as she could remember, the relation between them was good enough. Yet he was here, still glaring angrily at her.
"I... I just want to help. I thought you might needed it..." Hurt made her voice turned into a whimper, but once it was gone the anger returned. Why would he slap her? Normally people would be grateful, would thank her for giving a hand. What did she do wrong?
Her grip on her weapon tightened and she pushed herself to her full weight. Nesia got back at her own feet, hissing softly and crushing some dirt to the floor. She turned her back, going to the opposite direction from where she came a moment ago. If he wanted to face the monster by himself, then so be it. Her bare feet padded softly against the carpet, her ears were alert to any other noise.
The creature had stood tall again, apparently ready to crush Norway. Would she really leave him alone? Even he had stated bluntly that she should not stand between him and the monster?
Nesia moved to the shadows along the wall and observed them. She didn't care if he would slap her again; Nesia would not let another nation die in front of her and do nothing to prevent it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2014 10:02:07 GMT -6
With the enemy at a safe distance, though now seething with fury after being struck so rudely and abruptly when it had had its attention completely on Norway, a deadly mistake on its and the woman’s part, for now it was angry thus added another layer of danger, the man took a moment to glance down at the foolish female and met her eyes. What he saw, as a woman whom he had little clue who she was. True she seemed familiar, but to be completely honest there were a fair number of nations, with many Asian nations, and Lukas did not care enough to know them all because his country did not interact with all, so there was no point. European countries were numerous enough to remember who everyone was and to still not care about them with all their drama and whining.
Lukas liked his space, his privacy, and Scandinavia, and that was about it when it came to his personal international relations.
All the same, he gave the woman a glance and regarded her as she spoke; his expression solid in its hard indifference while his muscles remained taunt with the call of battle. A small woman, especially with her being recoiled from his stroke, yet again Lukas felt no guilt. Some battles were meant for one-on-one and there was once and age that interrupting a duel or battle was considered in the highest regard a disgrace of honour and rude. This woman, while her name still eluded her, in that moment he spared to look upon her he did recall that he had seen her, somewhere anyway, but no extensive conversation had ever been made.
Her words only made him blink and turning his eyes back onto his true opponent, he did spare her a simple phrase in an even tone, “Aid may lead to disaster,” before he took a step forward and she was removed from his world and the priest became his focus once more. From somewhere around him, he recognized the sounds of the woman’s retreat, sullen and meek, and just took a steadying breath. It was for the best, in his own thinking; if she would have stayed, an ally whose fighting style he ad no knowledge of, it could very well spell their doom with one failed sword swing or misstep. Basically, she could get in his way, or her in his, and they’d end up as prey for the creature and that would be the end.
The creature, the molested and twisted image of a holy figure, had returned to its full height and was shifting in furious anticipation, his ungulate antlers slightly lowered, ready to gore the Norwegian to death. Lukas evened his breathing, adjusted his stance, lifted his sword at the ready and took a step forward as the priest gave a low grumbling roar and the battle had started.
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