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Post by Turkey on Apr 1, 2014 14:07:21 GMT -6
Holding his sword up to the light, there were light stains that was unquestionably blood. He had tried to clean it, to return it to the original shine it had before this nightmare started but he couldn’t; it wouldn’t come clean. All traces of this place were to remain on the metal, just like the emotional scares would forever be with him; all reminders of this place he didn’t need or want. Upon closer inspection, there were small nicks on the blade that made him wary of using it in the future. This was why he had braved the trip down to the room he had been in once before, the armory. It was a long journey; the rooms themselves appeared to have shifted around him, changing locations from where they were before. This place had seemed bound and determined to keep him from reaching his destination. Or his memory was being manipulated by the entities how inhabited this place, who ruled this place. Deep down, Sadiq knew they were all playthings, being toyed with a whim to create …something, he wasn’t sure. Perhaps they were just amusement for the evil that oversaw this place?
Focusing his mind on the self-appointed mission, he had to sigh in relief as the door handle tuned in his hands to let him into the room. He wanted the basement out of his sight, the place made him jumpy and all together uneasy. At least this room was familiar to him, and he could find a new weapon replace his sword. Honestly he was lucky it hadn’t broken yet. He had brought this just as a show piece, not being used to fight for his life. This sword was old, not meant for fighting anymore. When he got home, this steel wonder was going into his own personal trove of collectables where it belonged…in a special case of course, for it had saved his life.
Looking through the pieces of weapons in the armor with a critical eye, he just couldn’t decide which piece would be best for him to carry. Most of the guns, swords and bayonets were in good condition, and if his eyes were telling him the truth, seemed to be of good quality too. Reaching out to take one of the swords off the wall, he gripped the hilt and tested it for weight in his hand. It was a good weight and seemed perfect. He would just have to get use to the length of it, for it was longer than what he was used to.
Let someone try to take me now.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2014 11:15:07 GMT -6
It was the rattling of chains that stirred Hungary from her dreary and dazed slumber. The first thing she noticed of her environment that hit was dark, cold, and damp and her first true breath of consciousness roused a spout of coughing that she quickly lifting her hand to smother. Blinked with narrowed eyes, the woman waited for them to adjust to the darkness, to see some sort of forms, but they never did because she was in utter darkness. A frown appeared on her lips and she sighed, fixating instead on her position. The Hungarian was on her knees, back to the wall, with one of her arm raised, wrist resting in what felt like a shackle. Turning her head to blindly look at her incarcerated hand, Elizabeta frowned?
Really? What a joke…
With a loud groan of metal, Eliza wretched the old chain right out of the wall with a heave-ho and with a loud clatter the chain fell the ground. Foregoing silence obviously, she began to try and rid her hand from the irons when suddenly, a door opened and a light emerged to illuminate a stairwell some ways away in the darkness. Taken aback by the sudden illumination, Hungary flinched back, eyes narrowed and from she saw the light revealed that she was in some sort of basement. Great… she was in the basement, though she figured as much from the darkness, cold, and dampness. Going still when she heard the falls of boots coming down the stairs, the Hungarian was barely able to get the glimpse of those boots before the door slammed shut and darkness enclosed herself once more and her new companion.
Remained frozen, she silently listening the person come down the stairs, reached the ground walk a ways away before it sounded like they were fumbling around for something before soon enough, she heard the sound of a door opening and after a few more seconds lights exploded from a room on the other side of the main room from Elizabeta. That light was like a beacon, it was beckoning her, but it it also meant her possible end; though ironically it would only be with this light that she might find her way out of here, because Hungary truly didn’t want to go stumbling through the darkness, with who knows what lurking around her, trying to find those stairs.
Especially with this chain hanging off her arm… though it did present an opportunity. Trying as best she could to keep hr metal from rattling, the woman stood, her exposed skin chilly, and she cautiously approached that light, chain in her hands as her new weapon, because now she was able to strangle something or use it as a whip and getting chain whipped hurt like hell. Slowly she approached the open doorway, hearing the sounds of something moving around inside, moving objects from sound of it, until finally she pressed her backside the open doorframe. Heart racing and adrenaline pumping, Eliza adjusted her grip of her chains, rousing a few clinking that she silently cursed, until she counted herself down until she acted. She had the advantage of surprise and inching forward to glance into the room as much as her neck could stretch without revealing herself, Eliza’s eyes went wide with what she saw.
Guns, that’s what she saw, and what looked like the head of a mace and perhaps the hilt of a sword. Blinking to adjust to the light but the image didn’t deteriorate, her sight proved true. It was a goddamn weapon smorgasbord and whoever was in there was in arms length of it all. Crap… she’d wait until the other exited before she’d make her move, a fight over the possession of what looked like to be the mother load of armories, the jackpot of the Manor, and Eliza grinned at the thrill of it all.
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Post by Turkey on May 22, 2014 0:08:06 GMT -6
Between the days and the nights of wandering these halls and catching as little sleep as he could, Sadiq had to admit it was wearing him thin. So far, he had managed to keep his wits about him and to be smart, but that was no guarantee when his already thin patience was growing thinner, almost as sheer as the silken garments that he used to wear when he wasn't in battle or on the war path. He could only be thankful that no one had decided it would be a good idea to piss him off just for the sake of a good time. He knew that as the Ottoman Empire, now the Republic of Turkey, he wasn't known as the most stable one. He could only attribute this to his old anger issues and the fact he was used to repressing how he really felt; not many were willing to listen to him.
With a sigh, he banished the thoughts with a shake of his head and ran his hand along one of the swords. He didn’t realize how lucky he was to make it here; in fact, he didn’t even consider it could be a trap. All that he knew was that he was allowed to come get a sword. Perhaps it was an unannounced reward for surviving in this place?
Sword after sword he picked up and then put down again, none to his taste; none having the feeling to it that his previous one did. Perhaps because it wasn’t ottoman made and didn’t have a connection to his roots, but Sadiq knew he couldn’t be picky now. A sword was a sword and as long as it was sharp, he could fight and stay alive against the physical dangers that came after him.
Finally picking one, he breathed a sigh of relief; this one felt right. Hefting it, he swung and grinned. It had good weight and fight in his grip perfectly. The weight was just what he needed and it wasn’t too long to where’d he’d hit something he wasn’t intending; or too short to where he’d miss his target. Swinging it one more time, he nodded before putting it in his sheath, confidence restored that he’d be able to get out of any trouble now. Grinning up at the ceiling, he chuckled loud and darkly.
“Think you’ve won huh? Just try to take me now. I’ll kill everything you’ve sent at me”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2014 19:14:55 GMT -6
With each breath time slowed as the woman’s heart slowed and her senses heightened from the anticipation of her endeavor. Elizabeta knew that while she had the element of surprise, her unknown assailant was currently at the heart of the armory, or in other words was in possession of an unlimited supply of ammunition and weapons. So basically the Hungarian had only one chance to catch this guy, monster, whatever person by surprise or else it’d be her head possibly. Taking another deep and silent breath, her cheek pressed against the wall and her eyes upon the light flaring from the open door, the possibility that it was actually another nation within the room had occurred to her but in her position, Hungary just could not take that chance. She knew that once she struck, she had an incredibly small window to determine whether or not her opponent was friend or for, to kill or not to kill.
The cold iron of her chain was a comforting presence within her hands, ironically, especially since the chain had meant to be her incarceration, not her salvation. To be perfectly honest, it had seriously irritated her that she had woken up chained in the big scary dungeon like some helpless Princess Peach, it was insulting really and Hungary was tired of being treated like some useless, little… girl! Tightening her grip upon the chain links, eyes slightly narrowed, breathing steadied, Elizabeta began to count down the seconds to slow down her heartbeat when she heard a voice grumble out form the room.
“Think you’ve won huh? Just try to take me now. I’ll kill everything you’ve sent at me”
Long lashes shadowed greens eyes as they were filled with suspicion because Hungary knew that voice, or at least she was sure she did. Maybe this person she was waiting to jump really was a fellow nation or at the same time, they could very well be some sort of trick conjured up by the manor and simply because that was a possibility, the Hungarian woman was not moving from her strategic position. That was just what they, meaning the baddies of this place, would want, for her to play right into their hands as the relieved, poor and alone woman rushing forward without a decent thought of caution towards what may be a figure of familiarity.
Fighting down the impulsive urge to roll her eyes, Hungary instead tensed when once more she heard the sound of footfalls, boots scuffling on the hard ground, and the telltale hiss of a sword cutting through the air. Ah, so her opponent was armed... no matter, Hungary still held the element of surprise which was a huge advantage, even if big sword beats little dagger and chain. Continuing to count the second, her breaths, waiting patiently to spring her personal trap, eventually the sound of heavy boots started to come toward her and the moment the darkened figure steep into her line of vision, she struck like a viper. Like lightning, Hungary threw her chain forward to wrap it around the man’s arm and yanked back as hard as she could to throw the figure off balance. Without losing a step, the warrior in heels spun forward,, instantly producing the dagger from her thigh, to shove the figure back against the wall with a rattle of chains that had when whipped around the man’s neck, yanking his captured hand up.
Pressing her dagger wielding hand towards her victim’s throat, pressing the blade close, then was the crucial moment: does she press on to cut and shed blood or pause? Angry, furious, battle fled green eyes met the eyes of the man she held in her grasp, an armed man that could fight back if she did pause, and she saw… “Törökország?” she said and the muscles in her fingers stiffened, stopping her blade from cutting his throat and she stared into eyes she knew. Keeping still, her arm with a sound grip on the chain binding his neck and hand together, Hungary searched a sun-loved face and recognized the man’s smile lines. Sighing, Eliza beta leaned forward and pressed her forward upon his stubbly chin, forgetting his probably uncomfortable “You were half a second from being killed, you know that?” she said in a whisper tinged with relief… okay, so maybe she had been craving to bump into someone familiar.
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Sadiq Adnan
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We can only survive here, never truely live
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Post by Turkey on Jul 12, 2014 10:54:28 GMT -6
Thoughts flew through his head as he left the room. Where would he go from here, who should he try to find? So far, the manor had only thrown monsters at him, and for this it was thankful. But for how much longer could he count on that? Would it soon decide it was tired of this play and perhaps send other nations after him as well. He didn't want to kill a fellow Nation, it wouldn't be right, even if it was self defense. After all, if it could lead him down that path, how far away from his current values would it try to lead him. the only sound that disturbed these quick thoughts were the ones of his own boots sounding lightly against the floor. He wished he had a pair of his old ones, they never made any sound when he walked.
A small rattle was his only warning, an instant moment to tense before something wrapped around his wrist and he was pulled. A look of surprise crossed his face as he hit the wall and something pressing hard against his neck. Eyes wide as he tried to get his vision to focus from where it had hit the wall, he felt more than saw his hand near his head, both with something cold around it, perhaps a metal, he wasn’t exactly sure. Though he did feel the warm edge of a blade against his throat and he knew he was in trouble. Eyes finally adjusted to the dim lighting that came from the door near him and he recognized his attacker and eyes held hesitation. He wanted to speak, to tell her it was him, and that he wouldn’t hurt her, but he couldn’t. The blade at his throat wouldn’t let him speak. A shallow breath exited his nose in effort to keep the blade from piercing the skin. Brown eyes could only shift to ones that held determination. He had wondered what would happen if the manor got its metaphorical hands on the memories and feelings buried deep within the nations that were under him, and he could only imagine that this would be the result, though he could only hope this wasn’t the case.
“Törökország?”
Sadiq wanted to relax as she realized it was it, but he couldn’t, not with the blade still at his throat. She relaxed and that was good. He had seen the recognition and the relief flood through her eyes, making them softer than he had ever seen them. She wasn’t broken, no, but he could tell, she needed a rock to lean on, as did they all here. Someone to help her regain her strength.
“You were half a second from being killed, you know that?"
As uncomfortable as this was, as afraid of the blade accidentally piercing the flesh of his neck, he did what he felt would help. Raising his free arm from his side, he brought it up to wrap her shoulders and squeezed gently, hoping to let her know that it was alright, that he wasn't mad at her. He could only imagine the image this painted, him practically chained to the wall with a blade to his throat, his potential executioner leaning against him in relief. Whatever the image was, he needed the blade away from his throat before he could do anything. Raising his arm gently off her back, he wrapped his fingers around her wrist and pulled gently, a hint for her to pull it away so he could greet her properly. He could only speak in a small voice, still worrying about the blade at his throat.
“I missed you Veta”
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