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Post by Prussia on Sept 6, 2012 14:22:45 GMT -6
Gilbert got himself into interesting situations. This was true before the Manor, and held equally consistent within the place. He had not expected to go passing along through the garden only to stumble upon a Turk that appeared to have had the crap beaten out of him. The Prussian had peered at Sadiq from all angles, nudged him a few times with his foot until a response came out of the other man. There was still life in the Turk. It would have been easy to be satisfied with this and walk away.
Yet here he was, red faced and sweating now from exertion, having hauled Sadiq from the outside and into the Infirmary to take a look at his injuries. It wasn't that Gilbert was struck by any charitable feelings; he just figured that he'd maybe have gotten the same treatment from Sadiq if the tables were turned. Maybe. Or else he would have been ditched and left for dead in the garden.
The Prussian lowered Sadiq down and swept off the faded white cloth that covered a nearby table. It once might have been used for treating patients. Right now, it would suffice for his task of getting Sadiq patched up into some semblance of health. He grunted as he took the brunt of the Turk's weight up again, rolling the larger man up onto the bare table. It was probably freezing, but that might very well have felt good on the man's injuries right now.
Gilbert ignored the blood that was on his clothes. It wasn't his own, so it didn't bother him any. He leaned forward against the side of the table, breathing heavily as he tried to get his breath back under control. A glowering look was directed up at the Turk from beneath bangs rendered heavy with sweat, the moisture causing his hair to stick to his face. "What the hell happened to you? It looks like you got hit by a train. Did you run into something big and bad?"
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Post by Turkey on Sept 6, 2012 16:22:51 GMT -6
Blackness, everything was black to him. He was in pain too, that much he knew. He didn’t know how long he laid there, though it probably wasn’t more than ten minutes before he felt someone poke and prod him. Couldn’t the person leave him alone so he could hurt in peace?
With a soft groan, he turned his head to where he thought the person was and mumbled. “Don’ touch me.” Unfortunately the person who had poked him didn’t leave him alone. His mind screeched in pain as he felt himself moved. What semblance of consciousness he had before was lost in the pain that radiated though his body.
Part of him was aware though. He knew he was being carried and knew he should have been worried about who had a hold of him and for what purposes, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. If it was a monster, at least it would hopefully put him out of his misery soon; and if it was a fellow Nation, well, hopefully it was one of the ones he was friendly with and they would help him. He had a feeling it was someone he could count on as a friend, a monster wouldn’t have poked him first to see if he was alive.
Even if it was a friend, each step jarred his injuries and made him wish the other would put him down and leave him alone. What he wouldn’t give for some painkillers. Feeling himself being put down again, he breathed a mental sigh of relief and started to come too now that he was stationary again. The rustle of a cloth sounded loud in Sadiq’s ears and a few images of the possible things that could be done to him ran through his head. Feeling himself being lifted again, Sadik prepared to try and fight off whoever this person was; though how he was going to fight someone off when he hadn’t even managed to open his eyes yet was still a mystery to him.
As soon as he was picked up it felt like he was being lowered again and a shock of cold met his system. Eyes involuntarily flinging themselves open involuntarily as the cold crawled into his system and numbed some of the injuries he had, he was, for once, thankful for it. Looking over, Sadiq saw his Prussia friend Gilbert, or at least he considered him a friend. It was nearly impossible to tell who was a friend anymore but he had hope that Gil was considering he brought him out of the garden.
“Got in a fight with Lars. Should have been able to take him. Stupid head injury affecting my balance and whatnot at the worst times. Shit man, it’s cold in here.”
Sadiq lifted his hands and rubbed his arms gently, glad that most of his injuries were other places that were mainly protected from the cold.
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Post by Prussia on Sept 6, 2012 17:39:32 GMT -6
"Niederlande? He did this to you?" Gilbert had the courtesy to keep his volume low. He'd been told that his voice had a tendancy to grate on people's nerves at its normal volume. The Prussian shook his head as he finally regained enough control over his body to function.
He straightened, eyes moving quickly over the Turk in an assessment of his injuries. Nothing appeared to be broken as far as he could see. There might have been some internal damage but thankfully Nations could take as much damage as they could deal out to each other. Not that Gilbert could make a similar claim anymore. His first order of business was to go searching around the infirmary. The only possible cover that he could offer Sadiq was the white cloths that blanketed the furniture around them.
They were all covered in dust, but they'd have to do. He yanked them free of the furniture, bringing them back over to start draping over the undamaged areas of Sadiq's figure. Most of the damage seemed restricted to the Turk's head, face and upper body; the typical targets of a physical fight. Gilbert clucked his tongue once he'd provided that meager source of warmth and stepped around to peer at Sadiq from above the man's head.
"Doesn't surprise me. People here seem more dangerous than they do on the outside. All sorts of old grudges are going to come to pass, I'll bet my cellphone on it." Gilbert drawled out dryly. He made another fast search of their surroundings, dragging over a table that appeared to have old, archaic medical supplies. The Prussian squinted at the bottles until he found one that was labeled as 'Alcohol'. It'd have to do. "Is he the only one that you've run into, once everyone got scattered? I'm still searching for some of my friends. And my brother. Have you seen any of them?"
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Post by Turkey on Sept 7, 2012 15:34:39 GMT -6
Sadiq grumbled to himself at Gilbert’s question, he hated to admit that he had lost in a fight to Lars, even if he was slightly handicapped when it happened. He was glad the other kept his voice down. Now that he disliked Gilbert’s voice, but he had a feeling any loud noise would make him cringe. Well, at least this person didn’t seem to want to hurt him on sight.
Bilking as a white cloth was draped around him, he tried to absorb the little warmth it brought him as he watched Gilbert move around looking for something. The other seemed to be moving well and seemed to have all his wits about him, as if the manor hadn’t done anything to bad to mess with his head. Sadiq watched Gilbert as he looked over his wounds and kept a close eye on the other. It was understandable for the Turk to be wary right now with how he was attacked before.
“Old grudges are right, Tulips are my babies, not his.”
With a snort he turned his head to the side and looked at the wall while readjusting the cloths around him to provide a little more warmth. He hated leaving his care in other’s hands like this, he hated to be dependent on people. Wincing a little as the old metal table shreaked as it was dragged utop the floor, he turned his head to see what Gilbert was doing and found his eyes glued to the old instumrnts that had center place on the table. All he wanted to do was to pick one up and look at it, feel the weight of it in his hands and just see if it still retained its ability to do what it was made to do.
Gilberts voice cut through his thoughts and he shrugged as the urge to touch the instruments vanished. He had to think of whom he had run into, the thoughts were hard to get a hold of and keep a hold of. He looked back up at his rescuer and shrugged.
“Ran into Mexico, Iceland, Denmark, Lars obviously, and Feliciano. Sorry, haven’t seen your brother.”
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Post by Prussia on Sept 10, 2012 17:16:47 GMT -6
The tulip comment seemed to come out of random, as far as Gilbert was concerned. He didn't know the Turk's beef with Netherlands, or vice versa. Didn't care, either. His own grudges were what concerned him and so far no one had turned up to take it out of his hide in order to settle scores. Gilbert had been lucky. In more ways than one. That lack of injury, being high in his favor. It definitely made him feel more successful in his survival so far than Sadiq.
Gilbert had to contain his disappointment when he heard that the Turk had not encountered his brother. Since the moment the festivities had turned into chaos, the Prussian had been searching for the German. Sadiq's words implied that he was still way off from his target. Or -- Gilbert didn't even care to entertain the idea for a second -- there wouldn't be any finding Ludwig. He trusted that his brother was too resourceful and smart to have fallen victim to the Manor already. Could that trust have been misplaced?
Shaking his head, the Prussian wadded up some cloth that he'd just dug from a jar, pouring alcohol liberally through the fibers to soak them. He didn't warn Sadiq before he applied that stinging pressure to the open cuts on the Turk's face. People were easier to ambush when they weren't braced for the worst. Gilbert grit his own teeth in sympathy because he knew that it was probably going to burn like hell, but these were his only disinfectants on hand. "You've been busy running into people. Did you get into fights with all of them too? That probably isn't the best habit to start when there are things around waiting to kill you. I take it that you've managed to miss the... the whatevers that are lurking just around corners out of sight?"
He shifted the cloth around to find a clean edge, dabbing away blood to get Sadiq cleaned up. "What have you seen? I'm still trying to figure out what the hell is up with this place. So what has it been doing to you?"
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Post by Turkey on Sept 27, 2012 15:56:33 GMT -6
Sadiq mearly set there with the thin sheet around him, it didn’t do much to help, but he took what little warmth it provided… he was cold, so cold. Had his core temperature lowered from being outside for who knew how long? It was why he hated the cold, he didn’t deal with it well at all. Some said he was a baby when it came to the cold, but he didn’t care. He didn’t think it was being a baby about something when it affected you to the point it was hard to function. “I’m sorry I havn’t seen Ludwig, I’m sure he’s good, he’s a survivor.” …. He needed to reassure one brother that his little brother was alright. Family was all ya had in life really, and it needed to be held close and cherished.
He fliched slightly and bit his lip to keep from crying out in shock and the stinging pain on his cuts when Gilbert started to clean him up…at least the stinging brought some warmth to his skin. Humming in agreement, he shrugged. “The only other one you can say I got into a fight with was Veneziano, but that wasn’t physical. “ He had to stop to think for a moment, had he ran into any of the creatures that had been running around? He didn’t believe so; those would be hard to forget. Shaking his head, he shrugged. “Nope, managed to stay away from those freaks so far, hope to do so for a while more, not going to be taken out that easily.”
He looked to the side to wrack his memory for what he had seen. Thankfully it was easier to do since the music had seemed to leave his mind. “What I’ve seen huh? I’ve seen a haunted music box where Icy hit me, um…..seen myself nearly revert to old behavior, um…” Reaching up to scratch his head, he shrugged. “Just meeting the nations and trying to figure out more about the manor….it seems to be able to mess with your head and feelings easily enough, be able to bring back memories you’d rather forget. Sorry, that’s all I can remember off the top of my head.”
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Post by Prussia on Oct 9, 2012 12:56:38 GMT -6
Hearing Sadiq state those encouraging words about his brother nearly made Gilbert smile. If things weren't so grim, he might have even laughed. Of course my brother is all right. I raised him to last, not to topple like a weakling sissy girl. Another part of the Prussian wanted to collapse across the Turk's chest to weep. Full out blubbering, ugly tears. With snot and everything. Just to vent out all of these emotions that were pent up inside of him from wandering too long on his own, tired and weary and nearly defeated. Instead, all Gilbert did was nod with a slight trace of a smirk on his face. "West will make it to the end. I'm sure of it."
He listened to the man continue to speak about his other encounters within the Manor. Gilbert took the time while Sadiq was talking to get his wounds wrapped up. The bandages weren't exactly the cutting edge of modern medical science. Considering that the Prussian's skills tended to be in the 'old school' method, he was confident that they'd stay fixed in place so long as the Turk didn't go running a marathon. "It sounds like the worst you've encountered in this place so far then is nations, not monsters. I don't know if that makes you lucky or cursed. Getting the schiesse beaten out of you by the Devil you know beats being eaten by the Devil you don't."
Gilbert focused his attention on Sadiq's head to get it wrapped carefully. Head wounds were always so tricky. "I've noticed that effect in this place. That it gets in your head, confuses you, tries to trip you up. I tend to be pretty confused on a normal day, so this definitely pisses me off. And that's okay if you don't have anything more to add. At least now I know that I'm not going crazy. This place is doing it." He patted Sadiq on the shoulder to signal his gratitude. That was as close to a 'thank you' as one could expect out of the Prussian.
He secured the end of that bandage near Sadiq's forehead. The man's hair was sticking out in some places but overall Gilbert was pleased with the quality of his work. "As your tending physician, I recommend not driving, operating heavy machinery, performing medical surgeries or swimming until at least one hour after eating. Unfortunately I couldn't find anything for the pain. Though you look exhausted. Since you probably shouldn't sleep for another couple of hours in case of a concussion, I suggest you embrace your pain like a good soldier."
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Post by Turkey on Oct 19, 2012 21:37:35 GMT -6
Seeing the other brother smile made him smile too. Sadiq knew his words helped the Prussian, it was the same thing he would want to have said to him about his brother. Lifting one hand, he rested it on Gilbert’s shoulder and gave a light squeeze in support. “I’ve seen him fight before. He’s smart, cunning and strong; he’ll survive and come out stronger for it, this I’m sure.”
Sadiq sucked it up while the other bandaged him up; really, this was nothing he had never dealt with before. But this time he was human. The Manor had somehow taken away whatever had made them Nations. They would get it back, this he was sure of. Hissing a bit when Gilbert tugged hard one of the bandages, he took a deep breath and grimaced. “I’d have to agree with you, better Lars than one of these canavarlar that I can’t predict. Would rather not get the schiesse beaten out of me to begin with either in the long run. I just want to get out of here.”
He wanted to get out of here, feel the hot turkish sun on his skin, see his citizens, fight a stuipid fight with Greece. He allowed his thoughts to go on like this while his head was patched up. He hated head wounds. They always hampered him in some way. “You’ll be fine Gilbert, your strong and a fighter. You’ve survived what none of us probably could. I know you will survive this. You and your brother both.” He smirked at the Prussian and chuckled “You are crazy, but in a good way, a fun way. Do not think that you are mearly imagining any of this. I fully belive the house can make you see what it wants, make you do what you want. I say its doesn’t know what its dealing with. Its only a few hundred years old, were a few cenuries. Combine all of our ages and we’re older than anything the it can throw at us. I say we all can figure a way out if we pulled our knowledge. Show this manor not to take us lightly.” The last part was said with wide grin. He wanted to take on the manor, they just needed information and a plan.
Chuckling lightly, he reached up and patted the dressing, satisfied with the others work. ”Oh no worries there, nothing of that type for me. I’ll deal with the pain. Just use it as motivation agaist this hell hole. But yes, no sleeping yet. Talk to me, keep me awake. I know, I’ve got a question for the red eyed demon.” He kept his grin up and spred his hands in front of him, cocking his head to the side and letting his eyes slip partily closed.
“What frightens a monster Gilbert?”
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Post by Prussia on Oct 21, 2012 15:21:21 GMT -6
Gilbert listened to Sadiq talking while he finished up the last of his work, nodding absently. A faint smile tugged at the edge of the albino's mouth as the other sought to reassure and reaffirm his beliefs. It was good to have someone so much older than him put their situation into perspective; Turkey had seen plenty in his history, and if Sadiq thought this wasn't something that could defeat them then Gilbert was ready to believe it.
"I've noticed that. About the place getting into my head, I mean. Half the time I don't know if it's my own voice in my head or someone else's. Though I guess that only adds to my 'crazy', ja?" The Prussian smirked, acknowledging the man's remark about his sanity. Gilbert didn't mind that reputation. He'd done his fair share of reckless things that other people would think had to have been a result of an unstable mind. Gilbert was proud of having others think him partially insane -- it gave him an unpredictable edge. "Though I don't know whether it's safe to rely on our years or not. Even if this structure is only recently built, I get the impression that the things inside of it are just as timeless. How else would it be able to get through our defenses and strip us of our immortality?"
Moving around the Turk's table, he started to tidy up that little work area. There was no telling when he might need to use it again for other people. Other nations had some experience with battlefield first aid -- none of them had kicked around for decades as a hospital-micronation like Gilbert, though. It was coming back to him so naturally that the Prussian figured this could be an advantage in this place. Enemies are less likely to kill the only capable medic in their vicinity. And he could use these skills to barter for Ludwig's safety as well. If it boiled down to a point where they needed it.
While Gilbert cleaned off some of the other tools to remove the dust, he looked up at Sadiq again as the man asked him to keep talking. Most people preferred him to keep his mouth shut. This was a fun change. Upon hearing that nickname for himself -- 'red eyed demon' -- Gilbert grinned briefly with a sense of inner pride. That wasn't the first time he'd heard it. And considering his raggedy costume, it was all too appropriate right now. "What scares a monster, huh? Are we talking in hypotheticals, my own knowledge based off television and movie history, or from folktales?" The Prussian tilted his head, thoughtful as he wiped down another tool.
"Fire has always been known as an agent to purify shit. But that stuff is more England's area of expertise than mine. I remember back in the days when people were still superstitious that they liked to burn things that frightened them. Torching buildings, trees, animals, people -- you remember that whole business in Europe and America, ja? In my personal experience, I find that setting stuff on fire tends to get results. Of course, there's always the more radical option: Find me a bible and I can see if I can summon some epic Super Monk Powers. Like smiting the unrighteous or using religious fury all over these things." He put down that last tool with a smirk, shoulder lifting in a shrug. "Not sure how that second one would go. It's been a long damned time since I had any kind of conversation with Gott. I think He might be a little butthurt that I broke off our relationship. Didn't call. Didn't write. Started forgetting His birthday -- you know."
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Post by Turkey on Oct 25, 2012 21:19:54 GMT -6
Sadiq sat there and just listened to the other speak. He never did have a problem with the others voice, even if others said it was grating and annoying. While he had never been that close to Gilbert, that didn’t matter now. All that mattered these days was trying to stay alive. It bothered him some that he did end up fighting with Lars again, but that was stable, that was normal, he would have found it odd if Lars and himself didn’t fight. Blinking out of his thoughts, he realized Gilbert was probably waiting on an answer. Thinking carefully for a minute, he thought he understood what Gilbert had said and shrugged. He could only give his opinion after all.
“I don think this place getting into your head makes ya crazy, well, not at first. I think….” He had to stop to think about it for a minute; some of his thoughts seemed to come slow. He thought through his previous encounters to answer this one. “I think it only makes ya crazy when you let it start affecting your behavior. It doesn’t seem to have affected yours yet, I don’t think you’re any crazier than you were before this whole fiasco of a party started.” He continued to listen and frowned as his plan was shredded before his eyes. He couldn’t be too upset as it was half baked at best and wouldn’t have made it past the first encounter with a real monster. “That….is a good point I hadn’t considered. Guess I just wanted to forget that little tidbit then.” He did want to forget that, it was frightening being human. One accident, and his or any of their lifes would be over.
Reaching up to scratch his nose, he kicked his feet back and forth gently to give himself something to do as he watched the other clean up. He was quite impressed at how efficiently Gilbert moved with the medical aspect and how not one move was wasted. Sadiq briefly wondered how the Prussian got these skills as a medic. He didn’t know much about Prussian history and wondered if Gilbert would give him a short version. It might be interesting. Blinking again, Sadiq had to sigh to himself, he had zoned out again a came back into listening in during the middle of a sentence. He hoped he hadn’t missed much.
“…Are we talking in hypotheticals, my own knowledge based off television and movie history, or from folktales? Fire has always been known as an agent to purify shit. But that stuff is more England's area of expertise than mine. I remember back in the days when people were still superstitious that they liked to burn things that frightened them. Torching buildings, trees, animals, people -- you remember that whole business in Europe and America, ja? In my personal experience, I find that setting stuff on fire tends to get results. Of course, there's always the more radical option: Find me a bible and I can see if I can summon some epic Super Monk Powers. Like smiting the unrighteous or using religious fury all over these things. Not sure how that second one would go. It's been a long damned time since I had any kind of conversation with Gott. I think He might be a little butthurt that I broke off our relationship. Didn't call. Didn't write. Started forgetting His birthday -- you know."
That was more information that he was expecting really. He knew Gilbert was smart; turns out he seemed like he did know what he was talking about. He really ought to start paying more attention to Gilbert, who knew what he might learn from him. “That’s interesting. Really interesting. I knew salt was supposed to protect against them, and I had forgot about the fire and that. The Jinn’s we are said to have in Turkey are made from smokeless fire so burning them would not work. But as for a Bible, the only place I could think that might have one are maybe some of the bedrooms, or a chapel… though the spirits here might have gotten rid of those long ago.” Shaking his head again, he looked at the white haired man confused. “Isn’t your God supposed to be forgiving? I hear all the time that if you ask for forgiveness, it shall be granted. Shouldn’t that work for you as well?”
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Post by Prussia on Nov 5, 2012 4:15:47 GMT -6
Gilbert didn't know how to take the Turk's response regarding his sanity. He didn't seem any more crazy to the other man? That was either great news or damning information, considering how far the albino felt like he had slipped. Then again, Gilbert wasn't the type of creature to talk openly about his feelings, and kept his motivations guarded. An impression of insanity had never hurt his reputation much. If anything, it made him seem even more formidable. He'd take that as a compliment, as he so often did when things didn't align with his attitudes. "Ja? I guess that means that if I'm not careful, I'll become a lunatic in this place. Wouldn't that be something? Everyone could see the mighty Prussia finally snapped out of control. That'd make a great story to tell at future Christmas parties."
He listened to Sadiq talk with an air of distraction. Gilbert wasn't ignoring the man. He was listening outward, for any sounds that would imply potential intruders might come through the door. And inward as well, to the chaotic swirl of thoughts in his brain. At least his chat with the Turk so far had helped to get some of them into alignment. Just being able to listen to someone else's logical processes allowed Gilbert's to fine tune itself. To put the thoughts in order, piece by piece, until the scattered remnants wove into a puzzle that he could better understand. That internal adjustment likely played off as boredom on his face. If that was what he was projecting, then so be it.
When Sadiq mentioned the possibility of a Bible, Gilbert's shoulders shrugged. "There might be one somewhere in this place. If it would be effective against the evil here, then the evil would not be able to lay hands upon it to be rid of such a thing. Unless they've all been burnt up like so much of this place. You can see the remains of a fire in different parts of the place, if you look hard enough. Someone in the past wanted this place burnt to the ground, yet it still stands. Maybe this pit can't be burned down. It might be that far gone that nothing can purify it."
The mention of God's forgiveness made the Prussian smirk sharply. Was the former Ottomon Empire really giving him advice on religion? He hissed laughter. "Kesese! I don't know about you, but I'm the kind of guy that tends not to apologize much for my actions. Asking for forgiveness from anyone certainly isn't easy. But I suppose one of these days, if my luck remains crappy and I stay stuck in here, then it could cross my mind. I wouldn't hold your breath, though." He shook his head quickly, before slapping a hand lightly against the Turk's arm. "Enough about me, though. Why are you making a habit of going around getting into fights with people?"
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Post by Turkey on Nov 23, 2012 21:47:51 GMT -6
Sadiq just sat there and pulled the blanket closer around him. Really, he couldn’t do much else besides that. Sitting here and talking with Gilbert gave him something to do, and he always did enjoy the albino’s company. It was always interesting. Though it was taking him a bit more time to answer than it had been; perhaps he was remembering something he didn’t want to, or perhaps he had hit the nail on the head…so to speak. “Even at your craziest you were always in control of yourself. Others might not have thought so, but to pull off the stunts I’ve seen you pull; you have to have a certain amount of sanity. And as for stories… I don’t anyone would want to tell stories of this place. We’ll just talk about how you get drunk and rowdy.” He was joking of course, trying to get Gilbert to laugh or at least stop talking like that. It didn’t sound right coming out of the self-proclaimed awesome Prussian.
Shruging along, he adjusted his seat on the table and hissed as his sore muscles protested. They were cold and stiff from being in one position too long. He hated when he got the shit beat out of him, always left him sore for days. “Just a suggestion. I wouldn’t be surprised if they have all been burned. Though I haven’t run into any of the burned sections, it would be interesting to go exploring them to see what might have been there.” It would be interesting to go explore them, see what he could find, if any clues were accidently left behind to help them out of this place.
“Well, you always were one to go at something full force and damn the consequences. One of the things I always admired about you. Keep the way you are Gilbert. If you suddenly changed it would through people for a loop and cause so much chaos, and not the good kind either.” Sadiq only shrugged and sighed, moving one arm to scratch his nose. “Hell if I know, the one with Feliciano was accidental, one minute we were just talking, the next I have him backed up against the bookshelf with every intention to hurt him. With Netherlands, well, we always fight so that one’s not too different. Haven’t fought much with anyone else. Hopefully that won’t happen and I won’t slip into violent intentions again.”
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Post by Prussia on Dec 2, 2012 22:33:38 GMT -6
Gilbert's somber face split in a wide grin. "Drunk und rowdy, ja. That's a common enough thing for me. Maybe that's what I'll have to do to make it through this place. I'll get wasted, then show this place how bad it is to have an inebriated Prussian on its hands. Kesese!" He was entertained by images of how that could go. Anarchy and arson were the usual theme of those occasions. Without Ludwig around to keep him in check there was no telling how far Gilbert would go without that stoic anchor to keep him tempered. "If anything, getting drunk would make me happier. Less to worry about when I've got alcohol burning through my blood. I'm untouchable, then."
When the man brought up the topic of the Manor's infrastructure, he shrugged. "I've been trying to make an inventory of places as I go. My head's not the most reliable when I don't have anything to write things down on. I'm sure that I've already forgot half of them. If there's a chapel, I didn't come across it yet. So if there's a Bible to be found, it could be anywhere. This is the American South -- Bibles were supposed to be as common as sunshine back then. There's got to be something around."
Listening to the rest of Sadiq's words, the Prussian pushed his weight from the table with a frown. He squinted around the infirmary, while it was clear that his gaze was extending outward as he thought upon the entire place around them. "You've got to be careful with your weaknesses. This place will exploit them. It'll get into you, find all those flaws, and bring them out. With me, it's the crazy. With you, it's the violence. We have to be really careful to hold onto ourselves or else we're going to get lost -- and not just in the hallways, you know? So what are you going to use to hold on with? What's going to be the trick to keep you.. you?"
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Post by Turkey on Dec 13, 2012 21:20:26 GMT -6
Watching Gilbert grin, he couldn’t help but grin too. There was just something infectious about the Prussian. It didn’t matter the situation, Gilbert started smiling like that and planning chaos, who wouldn’t jump on board. Well, perhaps Ludwig, but perhaps that was a good thing. Everyone needed a balance in life. Ludwig was Gilberts. He hoped that the Prussian was able to find the German at some point. “I bet there’s some alcohol in the kitchen. Probably not what you’re used to, nor as strong, but it would be something, right? And I’ve seen you pull off some near miraculous things when drunk.” He had to shake his head and smile. The shit he had seen the so called BTT pull off was amazing sometimes.
Hmm, perhaps there wasn’t, but he’d have to look around and see if he could find one. Perhaps grab it and get it to Gilbert of Feliciano as fast as he could… or even Romano…though that would likely end in an argument or a fight too, they just did not get along. “Well, if now, then we know that the manor is able to manipulate holy objects somehow, will be more information. And who cares if you’ve forgotten some of it. What you remember is more than what other people forget, so it works out anyway.”
He shrugged at the words, what else could he do. “How can you protect yourself against something that can get into your mind and ferret out things that you forgot?” With a sigh and a shrug at the question, he looked up at Gilbert. “I don’t know. What makes me, me. I know who I am…but, perhaps, focusing on the fact my people need me sane? Other than that…… I don’t know. What trick are you going to use to keep the Awesome Prussia the Awesome Prussia?”
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Post by Prussia on Jan 8, 2013 4:23:44 GMT -6
Hearing that there was a possibility of alcohol being in the kitchen perked Gilbert's interest. It had been a few days since he'd had a drop of anything to drink. The one time that he'd found a working waterpump that hadn't been rusted shut the water that came out of it was a deep brown color that he didn't want to ingest. Gilbert knew that the consumption of food and water was merely an ingrained habit from living amongst humanity. That didn't mean that he lacked cravings. He enjoyed his creature comforts. Alcohol, however weak, sounded like an elixir that Gilbert could readily find solace in within this place. From a tactical standpoint, though...
"Nah. I'd better not. Need to stay focused here in this place. Getting drunk isn't going to help that in the slightest. If I pass out, I might wake up in the belly of a beast. Literally." He shook his head to dismiss the idea. His mind supplied an imagined scenario of him being curled up inside of a monster's gut and Gilbert shuddered. That didn't seem awesome at all. Even if it'd be a great story to blog about later on. That One Time I Was Eaten By A Monster. And he wouldn't even have to embellish it. Well. Maybe a little. A little embellishment never hurt, if it involved his personal exploits.
Gilbert nodded along to Sadik's continued press on the topic of holy artifacts. The man did have a point: Anything was worth a try. If he came across a monster and tried to use holy power to repel it -- and if said monster then tried to eat his face -- then a bible would make a good projectile to throw at the beast. So there would be some purpose to it after all. It was all a matter of thinking outside of the box. Prussia never cared much for boxes. Not unless they were addressed to him, with a pretty bow and paper, and didn't contain an explosive device or severed hands or Russian vodka. Aside from that, he had a fairly non-committed relationship with boxes in general. Much to the chagrin of boxes everywhere.
"If you find one, just bring it back here. Tuck it beneath the table. I can check back here, in case we miss each other once we finish up this little chat. See if it can be of any use to me. You'll probably know if you suddenly see some badass column of white light come out of the sky or hear a sudden heavenly chorus chanting from up on High. I figure that one or both should happen when there is hardcore righteous smiting to be had. I'll be disappointed if there isn't." It wasn't so wrong for him to picture it out as some intense event, right? Gilbert sulked just considering the chance that such a thing would prove anticlimactic.
In regards to himself, all the albino could give in answer was a shrug of trim shoulders. That question was one he'd thought upon even before setting foot in the Manor. What kept him here? What prevented the nation-formerly-known-as-Prussia from vanishing off into history like the ones that had gone before him? "I'm too stubborn. To die or to lose myself. It would take one hell of a break to cause me to forget about myself. After all, I'm my own favorite person to think about. No way would I suddenly lose interest like that. Kesesese!"
His body shifted around from the table, restless. Sadik seemed to be progressing along nicely. Likely because of Gilbert's superior medical skills. Or his charming bedside manner. Or because to bask in the presence of Prussia had healing properties all on its own. He couldn't resist an internal self-congratulations on being such an awesome doctor. Now that Sadik was stable, with no obvious signs that he was going to croak from a concussion under Gilbert's watchful eye, there was hope that he could move on. Find Ludwig. And Feliciano. Maybe he'd even bother with Roddyface. Maybe not. Sweep through this place, collect them all up like lost chicklings, then get the hell out of this place as fast as they could.
Crimson flickered to the Turk's face. "You'll probably live if you get some rest now. Since I'm such a cool guy, I will stand around here and wait for two more hours while you sleep. After that, I'm out of here. Need to find my brother before he gets into too much trouble without me. I won't ditch you until you wake back up."
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Sadiq Adnan
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Post by Turkey on Jan 10, 2013 18:27:25 GMT -6
He could just sit there. He did have to admit he was getting tired. The cold always did that to him. But it had been cold the entire time he had been there, so he really should be used to it. But he wasn’t. At least he had Gilbert here to keep him company. He had always thought of Gilbert as a decent friend, one he could get along with well. He didn’t know how the Prussian felt, but he guessed it didn’t matter much it the long run. What it was is what it was, no used in question it or trying to figure out things now. But no matter how they felt towards each other, he would do what was asked of him. It seemed harmless enough.
“Yes, if I find a bible, I’ll bring it back here and stick it under this table. We’ll just have to see how things go if I can actually find one. Not real sure what a Christian chapel looks like really. But I’ll do my best for you Gil. We all got to stick together in one way or another here, and if this is how I can help you, then I will. I’ll be on the lookout for a column of white light and the heavenly angels singing their song of blessing and cleaning. It will be something fit to watch anyway. Provide some good entertainment all around.”
He listened to Gil describe how he would stay true and be the man he always was, and wished him well. Sadiq knew exactly what would break him, the loss of people he cared about in front of his eyes, the lost of multiple people in a row where he couldn’t do anything to stop it. If he lost himself in this place…there were only two ways he was sure he was going to go. He would ether become afraid of the very weapon he wielded, refusing to fight the place that wanted to kill them; giving up and letting himself be an easy target. Or…or become violent. His old violent tendencies that were long buried would rise again and he’d willingly hurt whoever he came across. Just because he could. He already slipped back to his older, more violent behavior once; he didn’t want to do it again.
He looked at Gilbert as he mentioned the word rest, and he didn’t think he could. His paranoid scale was off the charts and he didn’t dare sleep or such. He trusted Gilbert, sure, but that wasn’t the problem. It was the other stuff around the manor he didn’t. But he was tired. “I’ll try, but no guarantees. My nerves are shot enough to keep me from getting to sleep. I hope you realize how much this means I trust you to watch my back in this place. I don’t trust anyone easily here….”
With that said, Sadiq laid down on the table he was on. Within a few minutes, he was half way to sleep, in between the land of reality and dream world.
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Post by Prussia on Jan 25, 2013 16:09:03 GMT -6
As he'd predicted, Sadiq was already falling asleep. He couldn't blame the other man. Sleep would be a release from whatever pain still plagued the Turk. It was also likely that Sadiq was in the same predicament as Gilbert when it came to a lack of sleep. There was no certainty in waking back up when all manner of things were waiting to catch them undefended and vulnerable. His offer had been extended in a rare demonstration of kindness. And Sadiq settling into sleep showed an equal extension of trust from the elder.
Gilbert was taken aback from it. His reputation wasn't remotely spotless. No matter his holy roots, the Prussian worked hard to bury all trace of them behind a cocky grin and beneath a history enriched in conquering along with a little bloodshed. Even as a little punk kid (but such a cute little punk. The cutest!) he had made it a regular habit to throw rocks and acorns at Turkey when the man was going through his dark period. Throwing things before running away as fast as he could. Not running, Gilbert corrected himself hurriedly, just wisely retreating in the opposite direction.
The times that Sadiq had caught him were less than pleasant memories. Back in those days, Turkey had been such a grouchy old man. And now that he was thinking about them, Gilbert's memory of the resulting beatings still stung. He huffed as resentment channeled into him. Really, this jerk did have a thing or two coming his way from all that old business. Gilbert swaggered closer to Sadiq's table. He loomed above the slumbering Turk with a glint of menace in his eyes.
Then he pinched the man's nostrils shut.
And kept them pinched.
Until Sadiq's mouth came open to emit a distorted snore.
Victory!
"Ja, that's right." Gilbert whispered down to the sleeping man with a superior smirk. "You have now made an embarrassing snore in front of me, old man loser face. Your image is not even partially cool in front of the mighty Prussia now. Kesese~!"
That was all he could bring himself to do. He'd given Sadiq his word, more or less. His sense of honor wouldn't let him molest Sadiq any more than that. Gilbert released the man's nose to let him rest more comfortably. He would be satisfied with his mild act of vindication for the past. The Prussian stepped from the table to let Sadiq enjoy that nap, and placed himself in front of the door of the infirmary. He sat down against the front of it to stand guard, prepared to fight off anything that tried to come in through it to take advantage of the Turk's vulnerable state.
[And this thread is complete!]
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