Nesia Pertiwi Annisa Ingkiriwang Notonegoro
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panda suit. bamboo spear. rafflesia arnoldii. died twice. speaks "chocolate"
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Post by Indonesia on Apr 13, 2014 15:54:14 GMT -6
Sometimes Indonesia wished she's not that curious.
An hour ago, she entered the Manor from the main entrance. Dead grasses and dirt were smeared all over her body, making the costume's white parts as dark as her sleeves. Mud caked on her shoes, leaving a trail of brown marks on the carpet when she walked further inside. But she didn't care. This place was a mess and a little dirt wouldn't change anything. There were soil under her nails too, and she absent-mindedly picking it out with the blunt tip of her weapon. For a moment, her mind was blank except for the sensory reception her skin got from the surface of the bamboo.
Her face tensed, then the corner of her lips slowly curled upwards. Something akin to joy was blooming within her, sending warmth to her fingers. It never crossed her mind that a simple feel of touching the bamboo would be this wonderful. The plant was not uncommon in her homeland. Bamboo is a strong and resilient plant; chop down a tree and see ten more grew in a matter of days. The trunk was pretty sturdy, therefore her people had been using them to build things like furniture and house. Indonesia closed her eyes, breathing steadily as her mind recalled more memories about the usage of bamboo trees.
Perhaps the most famous use was as a weapon. Of course the one she had in her hand now was too small, as it was only a decorative property. But in the past... how many people lost their lives at the end of her spear? How much blood she had spilled until she couldn't see nothing but red and smelled nothing but iron? But it was necessary, she assured herself. Had she failed to defend herself back then, she wouldn't be her own nation. Maybe she'd be dead; not just a physical death, but completely eradicated from the world.
Indonesia found a bathroom and the water, thankfully, wasn't stopped. As she washed the dirt from her bamboo, the memory of her first death returned. It was happening in a place that resembled bathroom when they were washing her dirty costume--
They...?
She remembered there was someone else with her, but no matter how hard she tried Indonesia couldn't remember the person's face. It wasn't rare for the Manor to manipulate people's mind, though. Nevertheless, she knew that the person was important to her. So why, of all people she had met, the Manor chose to erase that person from her mind? Feeling upset, Indonesia splashed water across the room, making her shoes wet in the process. Oh great.
But Nesia had no problem going barefoot. She only needed to ensure that she's not going to step onto something sharp while walking. Thus she left the bathroom with her weapon in one hand and her shoes in another. And then she saw it.
A wooden door in the end of the hallway opened with a creak, as if it was inviting her to come in. Curious, Nesia tiptoed closer - careful to not suddenly making any noise that would wake anything that might be lurking behind the door. But nobody was there. There was a stone stairs going down with torches lined along the walls. The air smelled dry, like it had been trapped underground for many years. The stairs turned at the corner, still going further down. Where did it end?
Before she knew it, Indonesia had started walking down the spiral stairs, her steps echoed on the walls. When she finally reached the end of the stairs, her knees were already wobbling and tired. She didn't expect she'd go so deep down underground. Now she's at another hallway with narrow ceiling and closed doors along the walls. They were all identical with torches between each door. The girl approached the closest one and opened it.
Nesia found an unlit torch right beside the door, then she took it to ignite the fire using the torch in the hallway. Unlike the hallway, this room had a higher ceiling. Rusty items were hanged on the ceiling; their various shapes and sizes created looming shadows above her. Similar tools were placed on the wall, together with chairs and tables. Some made from steel, some were wooden. The only similarities they shared was the fact that there were stains on their surface and that they weren't created for everyday purposes. But for what purpose, Nesia didn't know. She felt sleepy.
The girl found another unlit torch and a large wooden table that seemed ordinary. Indonesia lit that torch before examining the table. It was stainless, and unlike the others, it seemed fairly new. Without hesitation, she took off her dirty costume and laid it on top of a chair. The girl climbed on top of the table and fell asleep soon after.
When she woke up, she found herself surrounded by a thick wooden wall that seemed to be a part of the table. It was at least 30 cm high, slowly descending down. On the tip of the left and right wall, there were rusty little blades that'd slice her flesh if she forced to pull herself up. But even without doing so, the blades would slice her anyway; her legs were numb. She couldn't move them. Whimpering, Nesia slid her hands to touch them, but what she felt made her even more confused. The cotton shirt and pants that she wore under her costume were gone. What she had on her legs was something with a texture akin to... a net. And why her feet were wearing shoes that didn't look like her costume shoes? Wasn't she barefoot when she went asleep? Glancing down, Nesia found that her shirt had been replaced with a green tube top adorned with purple flowers.
"What the heck--help!" Nesia pounded on the table as hard as possible. She knew she was so deep in the underground and probably she's the only one here.
No one would hear her scream. But she didn't want to die for the third time...
"HELP!"
Sometimes she wished she's not that curious. [[sorry it got longer than I expected feel free to reply shorter than this orz also this is Nesia's new costume ]]
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2014 18:21:04 GMT -6
Well, this was new.
The lights suddenly going out and when turning back on, people being gone... That certainly didn't happen every day in the normal world. In horror stories, maybe, but this was no fiction right?
A child pulled off the hoodie part of his costume and sighed, pinching his own cheeks a bit to see if he would wake up. Perhaps he had fallen asleep at the party he thought he was at and this was all a dream. Oh how he wished that was the case; things would be so much easier to sort through if so than to be wondering what happened and try to get his priorities straight. When he felt the small pain on both of his plump cheeks from his own pinches, he squeaked softly and released them to rub the pain away.
Well, it wasn't a dream. So now what?
Perhaps he was expected to cry on spot and try to look for the others, but Moldova was not that kind of child. He instead decided to look around, noticing that he was in a dark room. At the moment he didn't notice anyone in the room with him, so he just closed his eyes and stood up. A curious glance from one wall to another, the child nation frowned deeply. Was this some sort of test?
Were the other nations teasing him? Well, that certainly wouldn't be a funny joke. Why do such a thing?
Figuring just standing around would get him nowhere, the boy began to search around the room. It was not pitch dark, or maybe the boy's eyes had gotten used to what little light was provided and used it to his advantage to see faintly of shadows of items in the room, but Moldova found himself already trying to find a switch in the room to turn on a light. His small hands felt around on the walls until he felt not a plastic button or switch, but a round doorknob instead.
Curiously, the boy wrapped his fingers around the knob and turned it clockwise, hearing it click open. The door opened with ease and allowed Moldova to see what was on the other side; a dark hallway, narrow and short of height. Without a word, the boy let go of the door and walked out to it, glancing around.
Wow... This was like a haunted house from the movies he watched with Romania! The child nation wondered if there really was going to be ghosts or creatures of the damned that would be lurking in the area; that would be too awesome to see! With his eyes bright with curiosity, Viku was about to walk down the hall, when he heard a voice in the opposite direction from where he was walking towards. He blinked and turned, pausing for a moment until he heard the second cry for help, this time louder.
Moldova didn't hesitate to start running towards the direction of the voice, tripping several times on his extra long cloth for his outfit and falling once. He reached the door finally after what seemed like forever even for himself and opened it with ease, peeking inside, half-expecting to find a vampire to be sucking on a carcass of a woman's voice he just heard. What he found instead made him whimper.
The victim was very much alive, and with a single glance Moldova could tell there was nothing he could do to help. He gave out another, much louder whimper, and in a slight panic began to weep. What to do!? What can he do!? He was confused and scared and...
Powerless.
"S-... Somebody, help! HELP!!" He cried out, hoping someone who could actually do something would hear and rush to help the woman, who's voice he had heard.
(I'm so sorry this took forever and takes this nowhere orz I didn't know what to write honestly ;u; Where's Roma!?)
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Vasile Ionescu
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Post by Romania on Jul 3, 2014 9:01:26 GMT -6
Finding himself wandering a yet another empty hallway with no idea of how he got there and why, Vasile couldn't help but conclude that it wasn't just time that the Manor bent and twisted to its will as it pleased. Memories, too, seemed to be rather unreliable within the confines of the building's walls; the Romanian could clearly recall multiple instances of interaction with the other nations - he remembered how he happened upon them and he remember the events that followed, the thoughts, words and gestures exchanged, but no matter how hard he racked his brain, he never could recall exactly how they separated.
All he knew was that time and time again he found himself alone, crimson eyes searching for movement past every corner and sensitive ears listening to the darkness for the familiar echo of footsteps. It was curious, eerie, and the more he thought about the implications of such a well-placed memory loss, the more anxious he grew. Anxious and, certainly, more convinced that he hadn't parted from the others' company of his own accord.
After all, in a place like this where danger could lurk behind every corner, didn't it make more sense not to wander apart once reunited with someone you could trust? And to take that thought further, what could the Manor really do, if all the nations trapped within banded together to fight their way out? It was not an exaggeration to say that the Manor would be going against the entire world on its own. Surely, even magic and curses could not hold their own against the might of millions of years worth of experience and will, against weapons and men and women who knew how to wield them - and against those that also commandeered some level of knowledge in the matters of magic, himself included.
Divide and conquer. Together, they were strong. Alone, they were sheep.
And the wolf preying on them grew ever hungrier.
At least, that's the impression the Romanian got as his steps took him into an area he hadn't previously even noticed the existence of. He didn't know where he was heading, but the thick air of despair and pain that hung over him told him that it was not a pleasant place to be, not for him and certainly not for those who'd been here before him. The air felt sinister in a word, and it sent shivers down the Romanian's spine.
Something bad had happened up ahead, many, many times. He could almost hear them, the desperate screams of help from those long gone, trying to penetrate his ears and plant themselves inside his mind.
"help"
"Help"
"HELP!"
"... Huh?"
"...b... dy, -lp! HELP!!"
Vasile's steps came to an abrupt stop, every thought and sense suddenly frozen in place. Those shouts weren't ones his sixth sense picked up on from beyond the muffled veil of death. They were sharp, strong, and the way they rung in his ears in an infinite loop of horror suggested they were something he had actually heard, not just imagined. A feminine cry of help from someone, and...
A thousand memories rushed into his mind, flashing before his eyes and drilling into his conscious the second his thoughts shifted back to the second voice he'd heard. That voice, it... shaken as it was, it was not something Vasile could ever forget. It was a familiar voice, one that used to always tug a smile at his lips and make him spin around in a gleeful greeting to the younger nation. Hearing it here, now, and in such a state made Vasile's knees almost buckle from the weight of worry that now grew inside his heart.
Moldova, his little brother, he... he was also here?
Why. No. That was wrong, had to be. There was no way it could be true. It had to just be another trick the Manor was playing on him, trying to make him drop his defenses via panic and anxiety - and as much as he hated to admit it, it was working. He was shaking, eyes blind to his surroundings and heart making a ruckus inside his chest.
It couldn't-
Vasile wasn't sure what his next thought was, nor was he sure exactly when he'd found the strength to pull himself from his hyperventilating state to kicking himself into a run. All he knew was that he was running along the far-stretching hallways now, gaze bouncing from one wall to another, ears deaf to all sounds but one. Where was it coming from? Where was the kid? What if he was too late?
I'm not.
Vasile grabbed the handle of a door he found himself standing behind, his instincts having guided him there without so much as consulting any logical part of his brain. What if it was a trap, his reason called, but his ears were deaf. They were filled with the cries of a sibling trapped inside the same hell as he was. A hell he could save him from. A hell he had to save him from.
The door flung open, its wooden frame smashing against the bricks of the wall behind. It probably produced a rather loud sound on impact - Vasile didn't know. He didn't care.
"Pula mea! Viku, unde -" The flow of panicked Romanian words ceased the second Vasile's eyes happened upon a familiar, tiny frame of a boy, wrapped in some sort of a mock-ghost costume, shivering and crying in a way that made the older man's heart wince. But, sad and fearful as the kid seemed to be, he was... alright. Unharmed. Alive.
Thank god.
"Viku!" Vasile exclaimed, just about to drop to his knees and pull the scared boy into a hug, when a horrifying scene entered his vision and rearranged his priorities; a little distance away, on the other side of the room stood a deadly contraption with an Asian girl in its grasp, about to meet an unfortunate end via being impaled. Oh, snap.
Reunions later, saving a life now.
"Hold on," Vasile ordered in a rush, smile staying while his mind and heart were forced to cool enough to turn his tone something akin to calm, even if his head was still very much a mess inside. He wasn't sure who he was talking to either, Viku or the girl. Not that it really mattered, did it? They were both already waiting. Waiting for him to act fast.
And so, he did.
Approaching the table with a curious mix of haste and caution, Vasile's crimson eyes scanned the scene and the gears of his mind ground in an attempt to pull the situation apart, to analyze and to conclude. To find a flaw he could exploit, take advantage of, as he had grown so accustomed to doing during years of strife and poverty. One's eyes grew sharp when they were the only things keeping you alive.
The Romanian's legs brought him to the end of the table and his hands reached out, fingers brushing against the surface of the wood before bending into a grab. He didn't usually favor violent solutions, but he couldn't find anything faster as of right now, and spending any more time looking would be nothing but him feeding off his pride at the expense of the girl's safety. His method might be ugly, but if it got her out, he didn't care. Couldn't afford to care.
"Hey, no worries, miss!" He found himself breathing cheerily from behind a faked smile, more out of habit than anything else, considering she was probably unable to see his face anyway. He edged closer, one shiny shoe pressed against the edge of the table as he flexed his muscles and allowed his stance to drop low. "I'll get you out of there faster than a sharpened knife cuts open a jugular!"
His voice sought to be lighthearted, kiddy, in his usual, slightly morbid way. Vasile couldn't really tell if it was working or not. He couldn't really hear his own words from the adrenaline pumping into his brain.
Regardless, drawing in one final breath to ready himself, Vasile started to pull at the wood, every muscle in his body at work to tear apart the wall that confined her in her death trap. The Romanian's teeth were gritted, one fang flashing from among a row of otherwise straight teeth, eyes closed as if it somehow helped to extract the very last drops of strength his body hoisted. Whether that actually helped or not was arguable, but the welcome, reassuring sound of wood cracking apart alerted Vasile to at least partial success of his attempt. He could do it, he just needed a little more. A little...
One of his eyes opened to see Viku.
A little...
"Hey, squirt!" Vasile exclaimed, smile once again wide and toothy, the way he knew the Moldavian was used to seeing it. "How'd you like to be a hero? A star in a horror movie? Neat, huh? Then, come here and lend me a hand for a sec!"
He wasn't sure if a prepubescent kid could do much in the realm of physical prowess, but he had to at least try. He didn't need much more now...
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ooc: Roma's right here, yo vv!
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Nesia Pertiwi Annisa Ingkiriwang Notonegoro
Survivor
heterosexual.
single.
23.
Played by Derp.
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panda suit. bamboo spear. rafflesia arnoldii. died twice. speaks "chocolate"
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Post by Indonesia on Jul 16, 2014 2:09:29 GMT -6
Someone was here. Between her screams of help, Nesia heard a creaking sound. A sign that the door was opened. Her throat was hurt from all the screaming, so she pounded at the wall surrounding herself to get the person's attention. "Here, I'm in here!" Nesia shouted. "I'm here! Please, help me!"
Much to her dismay, the face that peeked from above had soft features and large, dark eyes. A child. He looked frightened as well, seeing the blades were jutting out and ready to tear her flesh. Unable to scream again, Nesia mouthed her plea to him. Tears began to blur her vision, but she could still see when the child disappeared from her side. She wanted to tell him to stay, to find something that could help her free herself, but what came out from her mouth was just unintelligible words. Don't leave me, don't leave me, stay here and help me!
"S-... Somebody, help! HELP!!"
Nesia pounded on the wall again, now realizing that the space between her fist and the blades was narrowing. She tried to move her legs again, but to no avail. Why her legs were suddenly immobilized, the woman had no idea. Perhaps it was happening when she was asleep, and whoever did this to her possibly also switched her clothes. Whatever their reason was, Nesia didn't know it.
Both her fists were hurt, even possibly swollen from all the hitting, but Nesia didn't want to stop at least until someone else arrived. That kid was scared too seeing her trapped in this... thing. And what could he do in this situation?
"Viku!" a new voice, a man's, came across the room. Soon afterwards Nesia saw another face peeked from above, his eyes and hair glowed dimly in the dark. He glanced around the device that trapped her. "Hold on," he said. Nesia just whined in response. How much longer she had to endure this?
"Hey, no worries, miss! I'll get you out of there faster than a sharpened knife cuts open a jugular!"
Nesia's gaped at him. Did he realize how serious her situation is? "Just... just please do it quickly, please please please..." she pleaded, eyes glancing at the blades that would slit open her throat soon.
She remembered them. Her first two deaths. And Nesia wouldn't want to experience another. She had been stabbed on her heart and trampled to death; sliced open in twenty different places might be next...
"I don't want to die again," she sobbed.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2014 8:12:14 GMT -6
In his panicked state, Viku was unable to hear anything but his own voice and the cries and whimpers of the woman in the same room. Occasionally a creak or swooshing noise from the machine above the female made it into his ears, but it was for the most part deafened out. So that is why when the door flung open behind him, smashing the wood against bricks, the little nation jumped and quickly turned around, his eyes wide with fear and surprise. He didn't hear any footsteps that suggested the arrival of another person... Though that fear quickly faded and was instead replaced with relief and glee when he recognized the crimson hues of the other.
"Rom-rom...!" Unable to help but to call the male by the name he did back at home from the instant flow of relief filling his tensed frame, Viku quickly turned fully towards his brother the moment he could. The Romanian words that spilled out past the man's lips held the same flow of relief mixed in with the panic. Viku wanted to run up to hug him, cling to him, never let go... But it was all halted with priorities of their current situation.
"Hold on." Vasile hurriedly said before he rushed to the scene set up in front of them. Viku didn't seem to have to explain what was happening; his brother was already approaching the table in which the girl was unable to move off of.
"Okay..." The small boy gave a small nod when he heard Vasile's rushed order, unable to leave the place anyway from fear reentering his vision at the sight he was quickly reminded of once more after the sight of his brother barging into the room. His legs felt frozen in place, feet glued to the ground, tears rolling down his cheeks as he was beginning to raise his hand towards his mouth to give his thumb a nervous suckle, an immature habit he had yet to get rid of up to this day.
That is, until he saw the action in front of him, with Vasile working and thinking quick while doing so in hopes to save the girl trapped to her death. He mentally winced and gave a small whimper, fearful of losing this woman right when he just found her, and shifted in place. He was bounded by the rushed order his brother muttered only seconds ago, not having the willpower to go against his order in his current panicked mindset. Was she going to die...? Sure he was used to seeing such scenes in horror movies and stuff but... He whimpered, remembering that this was real, from when he pinched his own cheeks earlier. It wasn't like red pig guts and goo was going to spurt out like he was used to.
The voice he heard exclaimed only a split second later made the boy almost jump out of his skin, immobilized still in fear for the female. He blinked his chocolate brown orbs, listening in to what was being said towards him. When he was able to finally raise his own vision to see the toothy wide grin on his brother's face, it was as if the weird invisible bond that held him in place was suddenly dissolving into thin air. He instead nodded at the suggestion and trotted over to the scene, tripping and stumbling his way over the overly long white material of his ghost costume.
When he finally made his way over, he huffed a few soft pants from the tumbling beeline he just made and glanced up to his brother in question. He however just stood next to him, without asking what to do, having made the prediction that he just had to copy what his brother was doing. He seemed to know what exactly to do to save the girl's life. Hooking his tiny fingers at the smallest of creases, on the wood, Viku bit his lip and pulled as hard as he could, his arms trembling with strain. "Mmmm...!!"
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Vasile Ionescu
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Post by Romania on Sept 18, 2014 16:50:39 GMT -6
The girl was pleading.
Of course she was pleading, Vasile commented mentally, cold sweat slowly forming on his brow and forehead. She was about to meet an unfortunate end in mere seconds, powerless to save herself and not entirely sure if her saviors had what it took to turn the tables either - because for all his pride, even Vasile had to admit that he wasn't exactly the epitome of dependability, and neither was Viku. She had no guarantee of being able to get out, no proof that her next breath wouldn't be her last. It would be a small wonder if she didn't scream and beg.
But although Vasile did understand the girl's panic, he couldn't help but feel more and more frustrated after every desperate plead she let loose. It made the carefully crafted mask Vasile had pulled on to shield his younger brother - and in part, himself - to crack and tremble. The urgency in her words was pushing him into an increasingly heightened state of alarm, and the more she shouted, the more vividly Vasile started to imagine the death that awaited her should he fail; death by being impaled.
Out of all the possible traps he could have saved a person from, this one just had to have to do with impaling. It was so laughably cruel that if Viku hadn't been there, Vasile might have very well broke out into dry laughter. To think that he who once stood next to Vlad the Impaler and the countless victims he'd claimed was saving a simple girl from that same fate now. It was ironic, indescribably so, and it made him feel almost guilty for being so invested in saving her. What right did she have to live, when he'd let so many die before her? How was she different from the women and children he'd seen tortured?
Far before Vasile could find the answer the sound of small, rushed steps making their way towards him snapped the Romanian from his ponders and back to the crisis at hand. He didn't even have to move his head to know that the steps belonged to Viku. His little brother was coming to help him, coming to help the woman. He must have been terrified of the situation, yet without any hesitation or instructions on what exactly to do, the boy threw himself to grab at the wood and pull with all he had, just like his big brother did - only smaller, weaker, and as much as the realization shook the older nation, more adamant in his will to help.
It was only then that the soundless veil of memories that had enveloped the Romanian into a silent pit of self-doubt and guilt vanished enough to let the girl's pleads break through once more, stronger than ever. She was sobbing. She was able to cry because she was still alive. He still had a chance at saving her. It didn't matter if she had more right to live than anyone else; she was alive and he could help keep her that way. That was all that truly mattered, all that he should focus on. Anything else would be mockery towards life.
"Multumesc... Viku," Vasile whispered, so faintly he wasn't sure if the younger nation heard it. And, truth be told, he wasn't even sure if he even wanted the boy to hear. His tone of voice hadn't been as strong and cool as he'd hoped. Sentimentality didn't befit him.
And then, just as Vasile refocused into pulling after what was only a few seconds' pause, the girl's words threw his thoughts astray once more. She was still pleading like before, but one sentence out her mouth was different than all the rest. 'I don't want to die,' she had said. "I don't want to die again."
Again.
What... was she talking about? Was it just a simple English mistake on her part, possibly fueled by her panic? If not, a figure of speech perhaps, indicating she'd led a rough life and been through metaphorical death before? Or was she implying... had she truly died before? The thought was ridiculous and yet, it was not. Not here, not in this Manor.
Whatever the case, there was a time and place for curiosity and questions - and this was not it. So, shaking his head to clear his thoughts once more, Vasile decided they had wasted enough time. True, his ponderings hadn't probably taken as much time as he had felt, but every second counted. The next thought through his head could take too long. It was time for action.
A violent pull, followed by another and another, Vasile closed his eyes and focused every inch of his being into one single motion and wordlessly, he begged Viku to do the same. His little brother was always smart. Brilliant. He'd understand. He'd-
There was a loud crack as the table broke, and without a single thought entering his head, Vasile let go of the wrecked structure and pushed himself forward. Like a snake, his arm slipped underneath the girl to slide her into safety, away from the deathly metallic touch of the spikes. He pulled and stumbled backwards with the girl's weight on his arms and the momentum from his movement pushing him backwards and further off-balance, but through some miracle or another, he managed to stay standing. A few shaky breaths and realization slowly dawned on him, drawing a toothy grin on his slightly bleeding lips.
He'd - no, they'd done it. They'd saved a life. It might have been just one life after thousands lost, but it was still a life.
"See?" Vasile breathed as he turned to look at his brother, his voice carrying its usual impish tone, even if an occasional deep breath did bring it an unwanted, shaky edge. But he couldn't let that bother him now. He had to play the part of a proud, strong, carefree big brother like he always did. Had to bring up the kid's mood. Calm him. Praise him. He deserved as much. "Told you that you'd make a fine hero. You saved the princess and the day~!"
And speaking of the princess... He should probably check up on her too, huh? he might have been saved from physical harm, but Vasile if anyone knew that sometimes, it was the psychological harm one should look out for.
"Sorry, we didn't exactly have a white horse to come pick you up with, and we can definitely feel very.. blunt after those," Vasile teased, nodding towards the sharp spikes as he reveled in his admittedly lame pun, still holding onto the girl in case she had trouble standing on her own feet so soon after a near-death experience. He returned his gaze back to her, seeking eye-contact. It'd help him assess her condition, both mental and physical, far better. Eyes were the window to one's soul, and her reaction to his jokes would surely tell him volumes of how she was feeling both ways. Of course, he didn't want her to catch wind of that - nor did he want her to notice how unsteady his heartbeat still was. That wouldn't help any of them any.
So with one more smirk for good measure the Romanian finished, cheerful: "But I hope we'll do!"
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Nesia Pertiwi Annisa Ingkiriwang Notonegoro
Survivor
heterosexual.
single.
23.
Played by Derp.
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panda suit. bamboo spear. rafflesia arnoldii. died twice. speaks "chocolate"
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Post by Indonesia on Oct 3, 2014 6:04:52 GMT -6
Indonesia hated to wait. Waiting always made her restless and nervous. She couldn't control the circumstances that forced her to do nothing, to sit still and expect things changing. The worst form of it was waiting for her own death. Slowly but surely inching even closer as time flies itself out from her reality. If she had never experienced death here before, Nesia would have anticipated it eagerly. She could see the unseen beings, so her eyes were fixed on the ceiling. Maybe sooner or later the angel of death would take her away, freeing her from the endless agony that is the Manor. Too bad that death was no longer an option.
To die only means that she would have to go through a perilous journey to be alive again. Perhaps a greater force prevented the angel to go past the Manor's gate, stopping him from retrieving her soul. However, she was no normal human - the nations weren't mortals. Is that why they could not escape the world? Dying outside this estate was no big deal; they would be alive again in no time. Perhaps the Manor was only delaying that process, making her linger between two worlds longer than she could handle.
If she died again... Nesia wished the angel would barge in and stole her spirit away. Persetan if she would die for real and someone else would have to take over her place as Indonesia's representative. She was tired. She wanted to surrender. She had outlived a thousand predecessors and saw too much of everything: wars, famine and disasters. Leaving right now would bring no regrets. The afterlife is far better than this world anyway.
Those theories occupied her mind while her scream acted as a barrier, separating her from the two other living beings in the room. Her legs, despite being paralyzed, still could feel the coldness of the steel blades when they touched her skin. She couldn't bear seeing, so she pressed both palms on her eyelids and hoped that screaming would distract her from feeling her skin being sliced open--
A thundering crack silenced her. Nesia abruptly opened her eyes - tears had flooded to her cheeks and elbows. Before she registered what was going on around her, something slim and strong slid itself underneath her body. Then her skin did not make any contact with the warm wooden surface anymore; her skin sensed the air around her and the strong arms that supported her weight. A few shaky movements later, Nesia found herself staring at a blond man. His bleeding lip glinted strangely under a torch's light.
"H-How...?" the woman heard herself whispering, utterly confused. Nesia had prepared herself to die, to go through one last death. Yet here she was, on her savior's arms, barely realizing that she had escaped another attempt to spill her blood. A chuckle escaped her lips, together with a sob, as relief flooded within her veins. She hadn't expected them to succeed, and yet, lo.
Nesia closed and opened her eyelids slowly, creating a long interval between each act. Under the torch's light, her brain finally recognized that the man was another nation, Romania. His trademark, that overgrown canine confirmed it. There was a young boy too, someone that she knew hang around Romania often. Possibly his kin. Nesia was relieved they managed to rescue her, otherwise that kid would see a sight hard to forget. Traumatizing a kid surely was not how she wanted to leave this mortal realm.
She lifted an arm, finding out that her body was shaking from the whole ordeal. Tired, she opted to place her arm on Romania's shoulder. And that was when she realized yet another unpleasant fact. The Manor - because undoubtedly it was the Manor's doing - had switched her costume with a vintage looking... outfit. It showed more of her skin than her panda costume, causing her to blush faintly.
"Sorry, we didn't exactly have a white horse to come pick you up with, and we can definitely feel very.. blunt after those."
Nesia ignored the pun, her mood was too sour for a joke. Besides, she had a bad memory regarding a certain horse-like creature. "T-t-thanks..." the female nation stuttered. Her heart was still beating faster than usual. "I didn't expect... I mean... if you two weren't here..." Nesia shook her head. Talking drew too much of her strength.
"Could you... please, put me down somewhere safe?" she asked politely, not wanting to make Romania even more tired. "The Manor did something... they made my legs unable to move and..." she glanced down, the red was spreading even wider on her cheeks, "and this costume too..." her voice trailed off.
Somehow she wanted to sleep again, but knowing what just happened Nesia chose not to take any risk. [[ 'persetan' can be roughly translates to 'don't care' or 'whatever', in a rude manner. Can't find the exact English word for this fff ]]
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