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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2013 23:33:57 GMT -6
When the lights had switched off, Australia had been standing on one foot to examine a squashed something on the toe of his boot. Consequently when the lights came back on and he reappeared (to his vast surprise) on a set of stairs; the very first thing he had done was stagger ungraciously sideways, wave his arms around like a crazy person, and hit his head on the banister. "Wha?" he wondered as he struggled to right himself and hold onto Matilda at the same time. How the Hell did he get here?
Now he was treading with caution through the the dim hallways of some floor, he wasn't too sure which one it was, and trying out the various doorknobs he came across. His cut was hurting. It didn't feel deep when he touched it, and only ran from the temple to the eyebrow on the left hand side of his face. But as it was a head wound he which meant a lot of blood and his bandanna was already becoming sodden from being used as a makeshift bandage. At least it was already dyed red so the stain wouldn't be obvious.
The more time he spent meandering through these hallways the more...odd, things seemed to get. Time was the first thing he'd noticed. His watch said that he'd been here for several hours already, but it honestly felt like he'd tripped over the stairs just a few minutes ago. It might have made sense if his watch had told him that fifteen, maybe thirty minutes had passed, then he could attribute it to loosing track of time. But a few hours? Even he was not that scatter brained. At last he found a door that was not locked and peered cautiously inside. He blinked. Okay, this was unusual.
Inside the room of this very Victorian building, was a very modern laundry. Sure, the place was dusty and there were a number of cobwebs hanging about. But the contents itself was unmistakably from the twenty first century. He could even see a label on the washing machine saying how water and energy efficient it was. And best of all, there were a number of clean sheets stacked on a head high shelf. He could use one of those as a bandage!
Making his way over to the sheets he examined them closely. Some were silk, some were satin, some were unidentifiable, but he decided to go with a cotton one for now. It would've been easy to take one of newer, freshly starched ones. But for some reason he hesitated. Whoever or whatever owned this house obviously hadn't been pleased with a bunch of party going countries showing up at their house, perhaps they didn't like their nice new sheets being taken either. Instead he took an old and faded cotton sheet from near the bottom of the pile. The fabric was thin, so he had little trouble tearing it up into functional ribbons with a very satisfying 'RRRRRIPPP!'
Next up was his bandanna. Undoing the knot with with an ease that could only be attributed to his stubby fingers having a lot of practice, he removed the square piece of cloth from his head and examined it. Needless to say that his bandanna had seen cleaner days. Much of it was stained a dark red that looked almost black in the dim light. And if it dried like this it would become incredibly stiff as well. He would have to wash it. He glanced towards the washing machine first, but quickly decided against using that when he saw something that looked unmistakably like a green tentacle with fangs lurking behind the porthole. Instead he reached for a blue plastic bucket, and after shaking a few cockroaches out he tossed his bandanna into that.
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Post by Indonesia on Feb 28, 2013 12:16:16 GMT -6
Indonesia opened her eyes and turned on her side. After she registered her current surroundings, Indonesia pulled her body into seated position.
This is weird. She was really sure had stopped in one of the bedrooms somewhere and then, seeing the room had quite a nice bed, decided to take a short nap. Indonesia clearly remembered she climbed to a huge bed and lied down on her side, hugging her bamboo spear as a substitute for ‘guling’; her hugging pillow back home. It didn’t take a long time until she drifted off to sleep.
But then she woke up and found herself lying down in another boring hallway. After being transferred - teleported - to other places so many times, Indonesia didn’t feel surprised anymore. Rubbing her eyes, she used her bamboo as support to help herself standing up. The girl looked to both directions before decided to walk through the right path.
“I hope I'll meet other nation soon,” she said to cheer her own spirit. Indonesia knew perfectly well it wasn’t just nations that currently inside the manor. There were other beings who apparently felt jealous since America used their house to host a costume party but he didn’t invite them to join the fun. After walking for a while, she stopped in her tracks. Suddenly, her nose felt so itch--
“Achooo!” she sneezed loudly. The girl could hear her sneeze echoed in the hallway. She stood perfectly still for a moment, fearing something inhuman might come to her. Silent passed, Indonesia did a thorough three-sixty degree check. Nothing appeared. She then resumed her walk, holding her spear tighter. The hallway was dimly lit, which was why when the girl stopped near a large window she finally found out what made her nose felt itchy.
Her panda costume was covered in a thick layer of grey dust. The dust even changed the color from off-white to dull grey. Indonesia quickly used both hands to clean her torso, but her action only made the dust floated around her and eventually tickled her nostrils more than once; resulting to her sneezing again loudly so many times.
Indonesia needed to clean her costume soon. Maybe if she could find a bathroom with a working tap or shower, she can wash her costume and left it for a while to dry. She already wore a loose t-shirt and long cotton pants inside the costume so she didn’t have to worry about clothes. With that in mind, she checked every door she met; some of them were locked, which she left immediately, and some that she can open were either bedroom, sitting room or a study. Indonesia sped up her walk, passed through three or four more hallways until she arrived in a hallway that had one of its door opened ajar. Light emitted from the room behind it.
She heard sounds coming from that room and as she moved closer, she heard a loud ‘RRRRRRIIP!’ sound; like a sheet being torn by hand. Indonesia pondered for a while; is it safe to look? There was a chance another nation currently in that room but she also afraid if it was another inhuman being. The girl decided just looking won’t hurt, so with spear tightly held she tip-toed closer to the door and took a peek. To her delight, it was another nation. His back was facing her and he had tied white cloth around his head. When he moved to reach a bucket, Indonesia immediately recognized his face. It’s Australia!
The girl opened her mouth, ready to call him. But instead of Aussie! what came out from her was another loud sneeze. That must have announced her arrival. Rubbing her itchy nose, Indonesia greeted him with a lower voice, “Aussie, hello. Nice to see you here~”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2013 18:36:22 GMT -6
Choosing a longish strip of bed sheet Australia wound it round his forehead and tied it at the back. God he probably looked like some warped version of the karate kid now...with a boomerang. Still at least his cut was taken care of. Glancing back the bucket he decided the course of action would be to wash his bandanna in the bucket before rinsing it off and letting it dry around his neck. He didn't mind if his collar got a bit wet and besides, he couldn't be entirely sure that the dryer wasn't playing host to some creature as well. One of Australia's rules of thumb when dealing with wild life was 'if it's happy where it is, don't move it' and he figured that it applied to this scenario as well. Now, if only he could find some detergent...
His musings were cut short by a sneeze that sounded from the doorway. He froze. What sneezed here? Another nation? A human perhaps? Or maybe it was something else... This Manor wasn't like any other place he'd been to and things that he normally wouldn't think twice about put him on edge. Gripping his boomerang tightly is one hand and signaling to Matilda to be ready with the other he prepared to face whatever it was that had sneezed behind him.
“Aussie, hello. Nice to see you here~” Came a voice that immediately sounded familiar. Spinning around he gaped at the sight that greeted him. Standing in the doorway, holding a spear was a...a Panda? What was a Panda doing with Indonesia's voice? Sure it was slightly lower than her normal pitch, but it was still unmistakably hers. Perhaps something had happened to her when all the lights had gone off?
Australia was about to walk up and give his neighbor a sympathetic hug (momentarily forgetting about her respect for personal space) when Matilda decided that now was the best time to go on the offensive. She launched herself from his shoulder and would have dropped right onto the Panda's face if Australia hadn't felt the slight give in her claws before it happened and caught her just in time 'Hold on Matilda' he put her back on his shoulder 'This isn't a monster, this is our friend Indonesia. Remember her? She's just a Panda right now.' Speaking of which, he turned to look at Panda/girl and noticed for the first time that she did not have a Panda's face but her own, and her large dark eyes were blinking up at him 'Hello Nesia, nice to see you as well. Um, how did you turn into a Panda?'
Matilda, looking entirely unimpressed with their reunion settled back on his shoulder and started chewing on his hair to show her disapproval.
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Post by Indonesia on Mar 1, 2013 1:36:55 GMT -6
Her vision was slightly blurred because her eyes started to forming tears. Stupid dust tickled her nose and now made her almost wanted to cry. Australia spun around but didn’t say anything; instead he just stood there. Perhaps he didn’t recognize her? Indonesia haven’t see him before and after the blackout at the party after all. She blinked few times to clear her vision. Her southern neighbour dressed as... something like a mix between cowboy and a farm-worker. Eh, those two didn’t really different at all anyway. He had his boomerang and Matilda the fluffy koala with him. What looked mismatching with his costume was wide ribbons tied around his head - wait, what was the red stain? Fake blood?
“This isn’t a monster,” the koala suddenly fell from Australia’s shoulder. He caught her and put her back onto his shoulder softly. “This is our friend Indonesia. Remember her? She’s just a panda right now.”
Indonesia let out a soft chuckle. Who knew that Matilda the koala actually afraid of a human in a panda costume? And Australia did have recognize her in her costume...
“Hello Nesia, nice to see you as well,” he greeted her. She waved slowly - to prevent the dust making its way to her nose - and smiled widely; which immediately replaced by a pout once Australia said “um, how did you turn into a panda?”
Indonesia could feel her heart and shoulder sank deeply. She puffed her cheeks, eyebrows furrowing. ”Turn. Into. A. Panda,” she repeated his question in a low and slower tone; almost like a growl. “How could you mistake me for a panda!?” the girl flailed her arms, forgetting the dust that covered her costume and the fact that she currently holding a one-meter-length bamboo spear. Said spear made a loud CRACK sound with one of the washing machine, which she ignored because she just inhaled some dust and sneezed again.
Stupid dust.
At the moment, Indonesia felt an urge to dash forward and hit Australia in the head with her bamboo, right where the fake blood decorated his ribbons. But that might frighten the poor eucalyptus-eater. So for the sake of the koala, Indonesia put her spear down and removed her gloves and shoes. “Have you forget America invited us to a costume party?” she asked, pulling her hood down and letting her hair out before unzipping the costume. “I’m not turning into a panda - I’m going as a panda,” Indonesia told him while wriggling her way out from her dusty suit. Once both feet left their place, she flapped the costume once and put it on the washing machine she had hit accidentally with her spear.
“There,” she flipped her hair then put both hands on her waist. “I’m not a panda anymore.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2013 17:33:31 GMT -6
Immediately after he had spoken, Indonesia scowled and he knew he had said something wrong. Oh dear, maybe Panda transformation topics were taboo around here. What was he going to do? "Turn. Into. A. Panda!?" She suddenly sounded very fierce, completely unlike the food loving nation that he was familiar and friendly with. "How could you mistake me for a Panda?’ Indonesia was waving her arms around now in her fury, sending dust from her costume all over the place. Australia felt his nose prickle as some of it came his way and he hurriedly stepped back a few paces before he started sneezing.
This simple act of backing away turned out to be a better idea than he first thought; because Indonesia's spear suddenly came very close to where he was standing. If he'd been standing any closer she would have belted him a good one around his (still rather sore) head. Said spear struck the washing machine with a sharp CRACK that caused him and Matilda to jump, and the green tentacle in the washing machine to flex its fangs threateningly.
All the dust being stirred up caused Indonesia to sneeze a few times which only seemed to infuriate her more. Though it was hard to tell as it was becoming increasingly difficult to see her clearly. Australia's eyes were beginning to water as they tried to flush the tiny dust particles out. He was afraid that he too, might start sneezing soon.
At last Indonesia seemed to calm down slightly and (thankfully) put her spear down. But she was not done yet. "Have you forgot America invited us to a costume party?" She admonished him while she pulled the hood of her costume back, allowing her dark and silky hair to tumble round her face and fall to her shoulders. Next she undid a previously unnoticed zipper and Australia blushed until he realized that she was wearing a loose cotton t-shirt and pants underneath. "I'm not turning into a panda, I'm going as a panda." She flapped her costume out and laid it on the washing machine causing the tentacles inside it to wriggle with anticipation. "There. I'm not a panda anymore"
Now that he could see that Indonesia had only been wearing a Panda suit Australia felt incredibly stupid. Of course he knew that America's party was a costume party. He was wearing a bloody costume for crying out loud! Even though he hadn't seen Indonesia at all before the lights went out he should have assumed that the black and white ensemble was in fact, her costume. He also felt really bad for insulting Indonesia. For as long as they'd known each other she had treated him with kindness and chicken satay, as well as many other signs of her country's great hospitality. He still remembered the wonderful things she’d cooked with spinach that made the normally detested vegetable taste delicious. And now he'd gone and mistaken her for a panda! No wonder she was annoyed with him. He'd probably feel the same way if someone mistook him for an animal. And now she was standing there with her hands on her hips looking at him expectantly.
Not entirely sure how to start apologizing, Australia rubbed his hair nervously. As he did so he felt the edges of the bed sheet he'd torn and realized he'd need to change it. This one had been tied too loosely and was starting to slide down his face. Fumbling with the knot at the back of his head he looked back at Indonesia. "I'm sorry for thinking you were a panda Indonesia. It was a stupid thought. Do you… want me to wash your costume for you? I think there's something nasty in the washing machine so I'm just using a bucket for my bandanna." Okay he wasn't too sure if an offer to wash her panda suit would pacify Indonesia, but it was the first thing that had popped into his head while he was speaking. And it wasn't as if he didn't know how wash clothes. He'd been doing his own for years.
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Post by Indonesia on Mar 4, 2013 4:21:44 GMT -6
"I'm sorry for thinking you were a panda Indonesia. It was a stupid thought.”
Indonesia blinked. Did she make Australia feel guilty because he thought she was turned into a panda? She really didn’t mean to angry at him; she merely felt dejected since the Manor teleported her in the middle of a nice nap and she woke up only to found herself covered in thick layer of dust. The girl should have consider his question as a joke and laughed it off. Now that the air almost cleared from the dust particles, Indonesia could see him clearly again - huh, did Australia blushing? Blushing from what - then she realized her action of slipping off from her costume may had caused his blushing. And knowing it made her blushed slightly too.
“Do you… want me to wash your costume for you? I think there's something nasty in the washing machine so I'm just using a bucket for my bandanna."
She glanced to her side and indeed just like he said, there’s something... a greenish tentacle sticking outward from the washing machine. Indonesia reached her costume slowly and carefully pulling it towards her, her eyes never left the limb of whatever currently resides in the machine. Australia’s offer to wash her costume sounded good; she didn’t know if machines in the room are working or not being inhabited by something nasty and if she does wash it herself, the costume will be very heavy for her small hands. It was made from cotton and the material was a very good water absorber.
“Thank you for the offer, Australia,” she moved closer, her small smile turned into a very wide grin. Now that she didn’t feel angry anymore, the entire situation felt so funny. “I don’t think I’ll be able to carry this costume if it’s soaking wet.”
Now that Indonesia barely two feet from her southern neighbour, she could see the ribbon in his head had its red spot larger than before. To be honest, it didn’t look like red paint or fake blood at all. The girl moved again forward and patted his arm softly. “Sorry for my outburst before,” she apologized, “my mood was really bad back then. I’m not mad at you anymore so... forgive me, please?”
She kept patting and smiling, then she grabbed Australia’s sleeve tightly. “Now, tell me. Is that blood on your head?” Indonesia kept her voice soft, but her eyes demanded answer. “What happened to you?” knowing him, Indonesia got a hunch that Australia just fell from the Manor’s roof and landed on his head before she met him here. She will not release him until he told her the truth - the wound had to be treated properly before he got an infection.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2013 23:18:15 GMT -6
Indonesia’s cheeks were slightly red when she turned around and very carefully took her panda suit away from the washing machine. For a moment Australia thought that he may have messed up things further but then she turned back and smiled up at him.
“Thank you for the offer, Australia,” she was grinning as she moved closer, and Australia found himself grinning back “I don’t think I’ll be able to carry this costume if it’s soaking wet.”
Great! Indonesia wasn’t mad at him and once more, she’d accepted his offer to wash her costume. As for carrying the panda suit when it was wet, it would only hamper him a little bit. Luckily it wasn’t made out of fake or real fur which would be very heavy once it got water in it.
Indonesia moved a little closer and patted his arm softly. She had very gentle hands, they were much smaller than his own, almost like flower petals in comparison. “Sorry for my outburst before, my mood was really bad back then. I’m not mad at you anymore so... forgive me, please?”
Okay, Australia might be grinning like a utter dork right now… but he couldn’t care less. Indonesia wasn’t mad at him! And that was more than enough of a reason to grin like a fool. "There's nothing to forgive Nesia, I'm just glad you're in a better mood now" Now if only he could locate an extra bucket to put her costume in, least it turn pink from being washed with his bandanna.
His thoughts were pulled down again when Indonesia tugged on his sleeve. “Now, tell me. Is that blood on your head?” She gave him a stern look that told him she would get her answer whatever distractions he attempted. “What happened to you?”
“I fell over a few moments ago. Nothing to worry about!” Australia fumbled around his pockets with the arm that Indonesia was not restraining “I’ve got some Band-Aids here somewhere.” As he continued to search, Indonesia continued to look at him disbelievingly. This made him nervous and he started to ramble.
“When the lights came back on again I found myself on some stairs. I was standing on one leg at the time so I stumbled a bit. Matilda was alright though, I grabbed her before she could fall.”
Finding his Band-Aids beneath a matchbox that contained a huntsmen he pulled them out and showed them to Indonesia triumphantly. “Found them!” Band-Aids were a fantastic invention and he always made sure to carry a few.
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Post by Indonesia on Mar 10, 2013 13:28:24 GMT -6
Indonesia kept her grip on Australia’s sleeve while he explained how he got the wound: fell from the stairs. Head damage was never a simple wound! But considering Australia could still talk and walk properly, Indonesia felt the wound wasn’t that bad. Then again, he’s a nation; the wound will be healed soon. Still, he could get an infection from the open wound, especially if the cloth used as makeshift bandage wasn’t sterilized. At least, his koala was uninjured; maybe frightened a bit but no serious damage done to her.
Australia ended his story with taking a band-aid from his pocket and a triumphant “found them!”
“Well, I’m glad you’re fine, Aussie, although I don’t know if a band-aid could help healing. I mean, you already need bandages.” Indonesia released her grip and walked backwards. It’s good he got a band-aid ready, but she doubted it would be enough to cover his injury. “I think you should sit down for a while. Dirty clothes can wait, don’t worry.” She added; Australia’s wound now became her top priority. “I’ll look for cleaner sheet, your makeshift bandage already got dirtier from blood and sweat. And dust.”
With that, she turned and looked through the shelves. There were cleaner sheets yet Australia chose to use the worn out one. Indonesia reached upwards, tried to take one in the bottom shelf, but she couldn’t reach it due to her height and washing machines that stood between her and the shelf. The girl jumped several times, making an unintelligible sound in her attempts. After her arms and feet felt hurt, she stopped then realized she could use her bamboo spear to reach the sheets - she won’t risk in climbing the washing machine because one, there might be something live in it and two, Nesia didn’t know if it could support her weight.
“Silly me,” she muttered to herself. Slowly Indonesia swung her weapon to the sheets and pulled it. Several sheets fell to the top of washing machine, leaving one neatly folded sheet on the shelf. Along with them, a bundled cloth rolled from the shelf and found its way to Nesia’s feet. Curious, the girl took and undone the cloth, revealing a small glass vial with clear green liquid in it. A paper attached to the cork with a nice cursive writings:
For one use only for sole revival. Use it well.
Sole revival? Indonesia mused. She put the vial in her pocket; apparently its content was really powerful. The girl moved to one of the cleaner sheets and using the bamboo’s sharpened end, ripped it into large makeshift bandage. She approached her southern neighbour.
“Now let me see your wound, Australia.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2013 21:41:39 GMT -6
Indonesia looked at the band-aid in her hand and immediately relaxed its grip on his sleeve "Well, I'm glad you're fine, Aussie, although I don't know if a band-aid could help healing. I mean you already need bandages." She did have a point, a band-aid probably wouldn't help until his cut got smaller, hopefully with the countries regenerative abilities it wouldn't take too long. "I think you should sit down for a while. Dirty clothes can wait, don't worry" Australia obediently sat down on the floor and helped Matilda off his shoulder so she could do the same. Pulling at the bandage round his head he worked it off with little trouble and grimaced when he looked at the fabric. It definitely hadn't been long enough. Australia doubted that he would have made the same mistake on another person or animal. But the difficulty with treating your own head injury was that it was impossible to see what it looked like. Hence his inaccurate guesstimating.
Indonesia must have noticed this too when she entered, because the next thing that she said was "I'll look for a cleaner sheet, your makeshift bandage already got dirtier from blood and sweat. And dust." Australia nearly replied with a teasing "and where did the dust come from I wonder?" But he held his tongue. He shouldn't tease another nation when she was treating his wound, though if they weren't currently in a Manor where everything seemed different he might have done so anyway. But the fact remained that they were in the Manor, and everything here felt different, including himself.
He couldn't pinpoint it, but he didn't feel like the country that had fallen down a set of stairs moments/minutes/hours before. But at the same time he didn't know whether that was his head wound speaking or whether this place really was...different.
He turned to Matilda to see what she made of it (animals are usually much more perceptive that beings when it comes to their surroundings) but she was currently watching Indonesia. His neighbour was currently jumping up and down in an effort to reach the same sheets that he'd searched though just before. It looked funny and he smiled wryly to himself. After a few more tries he decided to stand up and grab a sheet for her, but before he could move Indonesia had already solved the problem herself by using her spear to knock most of them to the ground. Along with the bedding came a small glass bottle that was wrapped up in a cloth. That was interesting. How come he hadn't seen that before? After examining it and reading a label that was too small for Australia to see Indonesia pocketed it and turned her attention to the sheets. She chose a much finer sheet than the one he'd gone for and used her spear to tear it up into strips. With another makeshift bandage in hand he approached him once more. "Not let me see your wound, Australia."
Australia raised his head and pulled away the hair that was covering his cut so she would have better access to it. As she got to work he idly wondered how long it would take for this particular injury to heal. He was no stranger to wounds, which was why he always carried band-aids around. It was always best to be prepared if you were accident prone an adventurous sort of nation. Then out of nowhere a question suddenly occurred to him.
"Hey Nesia. Is it just my head or is this place… not like anything we've seen before?" He had almost asked if this place was Hell but that hadn't felt quite right. For starters if he was in He'll he'd have to be dead, and Australia did not feel dead, he was still very much alive. And secondly if he was wrong and was in Hell after all, then he definitely wouldn't have met Indonesia. Although this place did not feel like the afterlife (whatever that may be) it was still something that Australia had never felt before and he couldn't even begin to describe it. He looked at Indonesia's face and silently asked her for the truth.
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Post by Indonesia on Mar 18, 2013 4:19:40 GMT -6
Australia already undone his makeshift bandage. Indonesia furrowed her eyebrows quizzically. From his story, it looked like had been hours after he got the wound and yet, his injury still looked fresh. She cringed a bit while she wrapped the cleaner bandage around his head. The female nation tied the bandage, stepped backwards to admire her work. “All done.”
But her companion clearly was thinking about something else. His expression looked much serious than his usual grinning, happy face. Before she got a chance to ask him what was he thinking about, Australia spoke.
"Hey Nesia. Is it just my head or is this place… not like anything we've seen before?"
Indonesia plopped down, crossed her legs before him. Everything in this Manor clearly felt so... ordinary yet other-worldly for her. The Manor’s appearance was just fine for a house that had been abandoned for centuries. Indonesia had visited many places like this, but... it’s just felt different. Something - or someone - in the Manor really likes toying with nations inside it; moving them to another place, for example. The buidling clearly different from the rest of haunted places all over the world. Normal ghosts would just popped out without notice from any surface or allowed her to talk with them in a civil manner.
“It is... it’s... I don’t know Aussie... this place just weird. I’ve been teleported to other places so many times. The sudden teleportation doesn’t surprise me anymore.” Something stirred in her mind. What made the Manor so different? What was been lurking here for centuries?
Her brown eyes moved upwards, to where Australia’s wound located. ”Aussie, does your wound had started to heal itself before you bandaged it? It looks so fresh.” As far as her clouded memory could reach, Nesia hasn’t get any wound since she stepped inside the Manor. Her mind moved to the glass vial that currently occupied her pocket. Sole revival? Revive... revive... but before someone could be revived, he or she--
“...Must be dead first,” Nesia finished her sentence, unintenionally said it out loud. Did that mean they, the nations, could experience death here? The girl was no stranger to being dead but it was only in war times. At modern times like this... a nation’s death was so unlikely to happen. She took out the glass vial from her pocket and stared at it, like it would eventually gave her the answer she demanded.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2013 23:44:12 GMT -6
In response to his question Indonesia sat down before him and was silent for a few moments. Australia suddenly remembered that Indonesia had her own special connection with the dead. Did that mean that she had seen more of this Manor's mysteries than he had? Could she perceive things in a similar way to Matilda or another animal? It would be an incredibly helpful gift to have, but at the same time Australia was glad that he possessed no such abilities. His own way of maintaining connections with his ancestors may not be as intense, but at least it didn't involve dealing with floaty white things that went boo.
"It is... It's... I don't know Aussie... This place just weird. I've been teleported to other places so many times. The sudden teleportation doesn't surprise me anymore."
They could teleport here? What on earth teleported them? Going by Indonesia's description they didn't seem to have a choice in the matter themselves which struck Australia as being terribly inconvenient. What if you were spirited away to a new location when you were sleeping? Of taking a wiz? Still it did explain how he'd mysteriously appeared on the stairs in the first place. He made a mental not to have both of his feet on the floor as much as possible in the future.
Meanwhile Indonesia was examining his heat wound again "Aussie, does your wound had started to heal itself before you bandaged it? It looks so fresh" while she was talking her expression grew thoughtful and from her pocket she pulled out the glass bottle he'd seen fall from the shelf before. Now that he was closer Australia could see that the label read for one use only for soul revival. Use it well. Hmm, useful. He thought of the people that he'd revive if they could but couldn’t actually think of anyone on the top of his head, though if he put his mind to it he was sure he could come up with hundreds of deserving names. "...Must be dead first." Indonesia murmured.
"I'm not dead yet!" Australia yelped "Keep that thing for someone who needs it." Once he was sure that she was not going to use such a valuable elixir on the likes of him he went onto answer her question.
"It..." Australia paused to think "It hadn't really started to heal because to me it feels like I only just got it, about half an hour ago at most. But look at this." He unclasped his watch and showed it to her. Luckily it was digital so the face glowed faintly, enough for them to read the time. "This tells me that several hours have passed between us entering this Manor and now. Could time be affected here as well?"
While Indonesia examined the watch he looked hard at Matilda, then pointed to his bandanna and the Panda costume. His message was clear 'Can you go find some detergent?’ Matilda glared at him. She rarely obeyed his requests and Australia suspected that if she could talk then she would be saying something along the lines of ‘Do it yourself, moron.’ Australia pointed to his new bandage and shot her his own look ‘Remember who saved you back then?’ Matilda scowled, but started looking round in search of cleaning products. Chances were he'd still have to fetch them once they were located but at least he would not be wasting time trying to find them himself, and potentially never finding them.
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Post by Indonesia on Mar 21, 2013 2:35:45 GMT -6
Indonesia almost jumped when she heard Australia yelped about him still alive. “Keep that thing for someone who needs it.”
She let out a weak laugh. “Of course, we don’t need it,” yet, she added under her breath. Indonesia really couldn’t shake off the thoughts about nations being dead. Especially Australia... no, no, stop that thought, Nesia, she told herself. This bad place really fueled her bad thoughts running rampant. Indonesia squeezed the glass vial tightly, hoping she would never have to use it in the future, before she put it in her pocket.
Australia then explained how long he had been injured; it was surprisingly short, just about half an hour. No wonder it hadn’t started to heal. He showed his digital watch to her, “This tells me that several hours have passed between us entering this Manor and now. Could time be affected here as well?”
Indonesia took his watch and examined it silently. She did come late to the party, which means most guests must have been here far longer than her. Australia’s watch, like the owner had said, showed her that it was only few hours since the start of the party. Indonesia believed his story and she knew he rarely tinkers his watch. The female nation remembered she still has her phone with her, which she took out from her other pocket. What she saw on its screen sent cold shivers down her spine.
She should have predicted this when Australia said ‘hours’. As far as her memory could reach, Indonesia had journeyed to many parts of the Manor. She remembered her meeting with the young Kosovo at the kitchen and her adventure at first floor’s hallways with Serbia and Lithuania. Not to mention other rooms and places she had visited with other nations whose identities she strangely couldn’t remember well.
Indonesia looked up and found her companion now involved in a silent conversation with his pet Matilda. She waited until Australia’s gaze was back at her before she spoke, “...what do you mean ‘hours’? According to my phone, I’ve been here at least for five days,” with that, she stretched out her phone-holding hand. “It seems the Manor isn’t just toying with us, the nations. The Manor apparently also plays with the flow of time...”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2013 2:04:43 GMT -6
Indonesia's expression grew very grave as she studied his watch. That itself did not bode well for future tidings as she was usually a pleasantly cheerful nation, unless the circumstances were very serious indeed. “...What do you mean ‘hours’?" She looked up and asked him "According to my phone, I’ve been here at least for five days,” and with those words she out her phone and showed it to him. Sure enough the date on the screen was five days ahead of what Australia's watch said it was. For a few seconds they sat there in a stunned silence. “It seems the Manor isn’t just toying with us, the nations. The Manor apparently also plays with the flow of time...” Indonesia remarked for both of them.
"So we actually have no idea how long we've been here... Shit, we might as well be time travellers." And that means we have no idea when our bosses will come looking for us, or even if they'll come at all. And that meant... No, he couldn't start panicing now. Panicing would be the absolute worst thing he could do right now if he wanted to live.
Before he could contemplate their fate further Matilda butted his hand and when his attention was drawn to her she pointed to a shelf right above the dryer. On the shelf were an assortment of bottles that no doubt contained various laundry liquids. Patting his koala on the head Australia stood up and began collecting what he needed. He used those few moments to calm himself and attempt to get his thoughts in order.
First of all, time was irrelevant here so any hopes of rescue should be approached with caution. Secondly, he had no fecking idea where they were in the Manor, so until he knew the place a bit better escape plans would have to be put on hold. Finally, Indonesia looked exhausted, frightened and downright miserable. Australia knew that she only got like this when things were very very bad, he also knew that she would deny it to the very ends of the Earth and blame it on something entirely mundane. They weren't all different in that regard. He hoped this wasn't foretelling what he'd look like in five days’ time, if he lived that long that is.
But how to cheer her up? Australia paused for a moment with his hands full of bottles and thought. Saying something like 'It'll be alright' was a bit too condescending, especially when Indonesia had several more days of experience here than he did. Besides, there was something else that he could do well, something that would undoubtedly make Indonesia roll her eyes at him but she'd probably laugh anyway. 'I'll be silly. Silly always works!'
"Well we'll face that hurdle when we get to it. In the meantime..." Australia silently called forth his most tasteless "Strine" accent and doffed an imaginary cap in Indonesia's direction "Welcome to Ozzie's fair dinkum laundry service! Located in a creepy old house in the middle of nowhere, we offer premium quality panda suit washing to all pretty women who come our way. How might we be of assistance?"
'If this ever gets out I'm never going to live it down.'
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Post by Indonesia on Mar 26, 2013 8:44:22 GMT -6
Five days. Five freaking days without any helps or news from the outside world.
She has known that fact for a while, but now that she told Australia that she’s been here for five days, the fact itself grew into something more dreadful: if the Manor had altered her phone in some way, there was a chance Indonesia actually has been here far longer and on the other hand no one knew what happened outside the building while they were here, and that includes their bosses and land masses. Indonesia perfectly realized her boss would be very panicked upon her abscence, especially since the political situation lately has been in unrest.
Do we really have no hope to escape this place? Indonesia mused, sat and leaned to one of the washing machine. Her body started to feel cold after her costume had been separated from her skin. Her cotton clothes barely helped in this almost-freezing temperature. They better started to wash the costume soon--
"Welcome to Ozzie's fair dinkum laundry service! Located in a creepy old house in the middle of nowhere, we offer premium quality panda suit washing to all pretty women who come our way. How might we be of assistance?"
--what.
The female nation turned her head to her grinning companion. She blinked, then unintentionally blurted, “what is dinkum?” before the entire situation completely registered in her head. Nesia started to laugh.
“Pffft, Aussie~! How many pretty women wearing a panda suit you’ve met anyway?” she asked, a smile spread widely on her face. “As for assistance... I do have a very dirty panda suit at the moment,” she nodded to a pile of dusty white-and-black cotton clothes on the floor. “Can you make it cleaner and shiny like when I just purchased it from the shop...?”
Indonesia took the bucket filled with Australia’s bloodied bandana. “I will help you washing this,” she shook the bucket, her eyes stared at his bottle holding-hands. “Good, you already got them. Now we only need clean water.”
While she was looking for a working faucet, Indonesia felt her mood has been lifted just by Australia’s simple offer to wash her dirty suit. He really knew what to do to cheer her up.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2013 3:22:37 GMT -6
At first Indonesia simply starred at him blankly. Then she blinked, and then she started to laugh.“Pffft, Aussie~! How many pretty women wearing a panda suit have you met anyway?”
“None whatsoever, you’re our first customer.” He quipped back with ease. “As for assistance..." Indonesia continued to run with the joke "I do have a very dirty panda suit at the moment. Can you make it cleaner and shiny like when I just purchased it from the shop?” “I can’t make any promises, but we’ll see what happens.” Indeed the chances of returning the dusty cotton suit to its former black and white glory were slim without use of the washing machine. But it was better than nothing. He went to pick the suit up and put it in the bucket he found only to remember that the bucket contained his bandanna. Dammit.
“I will help you washing this,” Indonesia picked up the bucket and looked to where his hands were holding the laundry liquids “Good, you already got them. Now we only need clean water.”
“Water hmm” Australia handed over some of the bottles he was carrying, and then picked up the suit and had a good look round. It didn’t take him long to find what they were looking for. Tucked away in a corner of the room was a large sink with a tap (well it was a laundry room after all). And just like everything else in this room it look incredibly shiny, modern and completely out of place in such an old fashioned building.
He made his way over to the sink and cautiously turned on the faucet. Pipes deep within the walls started to rattle like something waking up after a long hibernation. Then the tap spluttered and gasped like it hadn’t been used in years (which may very well have been the case) before water came spurting out. At first it was a terribly murky colour, a sort of swampy brown with a few black dregs that might have been anything. “Eugh” Australia muttered under his breath.
But then the water colour began to clear up and after a few moments it was running like a normal household tap would. The only difference was that the pipes continued to murmur away to themselves in the background. It made things a little more difficult to hear unless you were standing nearby but that was all. The tentacles in the washing mashing twitched in irritation, whatever they were attached to probably realized that its plan had been foiled. Australia let the water wash the initial much away before sticking the plug in and turning to where Indonesia was standing with the bucket containing his bandanna. “Ladies first. I'll use the sink once you’ve filled that up.”
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Post by The Widow-Maker on Apr 11, 2013 18:23:53 GMT -6
His lust and hunger burned though his veins like fire. How long had it been since he had been able to eat and satisfy his urges for flesh and violence, he didn’t know, but it was overpowering. There were people close by, he could feel his master working his evil upon them, but he wanted some of it. Fortunatly for him, he could go anyway in the manor he wanted to, kill any of them he wanted. He wanted female flesh; he wanted to feel the crunch of skulls and bones under his hooves. The sound was music to him and sent a thrill down his spine, a thrill that only enhanced his lust. It was time to hunt. Using the dark forces that ran through the manor, he shifted his appearance. A shimmer overtook him, and where once stood a hideous house like creature with a skull for a head and sulfurous glowing white eyes; and in its place stood a beautiful white horse with a hide as smooth as velvet and a mane like silk. He was every little girl's dream horse.
Nudging the main door to the Manor, it opened on command and let him in. Entering, he kicked the door shut with a hoof and walked his way through the halls, listening for any sounds that told of lovers within his grasp. Door by door passed by while his hooves run dully against the carpeted floor, no sounds were coming from any of the rooms. Finally, after climbing a few stairs, he heard voices. They were male and female. Walking closer, he listened through the door, and grinned with what he heard, he found a pair of lovers. All he had to do was get her on his back with the male’s help, and he’d be home free.
“Pffft, Aussie~! How many pretty women wearing a panda suit have you met anyway?”
“None whatsoever, you’re our first customer.”
“As for assistance, I do have a very dirty panda suit at the moment.”
Pulling his head back from the door, he suppressed a dark chuckle. There was no way that the two inside the laundry room weren’t lovers trading comments like that. To make an appearance and get exactly what he wanted. The door seemed to be left open, even at least a crack, and he took advantage of it. Pushing the door open more with his head, he stood in the doorway and whinnied what could only be called a pleasant greeting. He let his own magic work as he looked around, intent on catching the woman’s eyes. It was time to manipulate and enchant, time to once again earn his name. The Widow Maker.
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Post by Indonesia on Apr 14, 2013 23:11:03 GMT -6
Indonesia stood silent and watched Australia took her suit with him to a large sink. He turned the tap and metal noises echoed from within the walls before murky water started to fill the sink. The previously quiet laundry room now full of water noises.
Nesia put the bucket down and stretched her limbs. They hadn’t even started to wash anything and she already felt tired. Stupid teleportation had cut her pleasant nap. Now that she didn’t talk or moving, the air felt colder on her skin. Nesia rubbed her arms, giving them some warmth. The sooner they finished this washing task; the girl would be feeling better. With one last glance to Australia - who was still watching the dirty water - Nesia decided to pace around the room to warm her legs.
It was good she met Australia. She had been thinking about the other guests whom America had invited to this manor. Did one of her Southeast Asian neighbors come? They were certainly in Nesia’s “worry-list” if they did. Another thing was the fact that Australia said now was just few hours after the party started but for her, it was already five days and probably more. Would Australia be able to survive after five days? Ten days? A whole month? Would someone realize they never came back home and goes to rescue them?
Her train of thought was interrupted when she saw movements outside from the door’s gap. Nesia stopped moving and adjusted her eyes to the dim hallway, trying to see who had made the movements. She backed a bit when something nudged its way in, making the door slowly opened wider. A horse now stood on the doorway, neighing as to announce its arrival. it’s whole body was white, almost glowing in the laundry room’s dim lighting. For a second Nesia was confused about what a horse was doing in a building’s third floor and why an abandoned manor housed a living horse, but all those thoughts were wiped away once her eyes met the horse’s.
It was a beautiful horse.
Nesia’s lips were parted in a silent exclamation of wonder. Her eyes opened wide, unblinking. The female nation’s curiosity prompted her to approach the horse, raises her hand slowly and stroke its silky white mane. She kept stroking until a voice called for her from the other end of the room, announcing that the water was ready. Nesia slowly broke her eye contact with the horse and turned to her human companion.
“Australia, look,” she said, half whispering, “isn’t he a beautiful horse?”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2013 7:13:07 GMT -6
When Indonesia did not step forward Australia turned around to see what was keeping her. “Nesia? Nesia what’s...” the question floated away as his jaw dropped. A horse, seemingly appearing from thin air, was standing in the doorway of the laundry, but what a horse. His flanks were a shimmering almost unearthly white, a mane of silver, tail long, loose, and untamed. Indonesia had abandoned her bucket and was standing before the mysterious equine, no doubt stroking it’s silky fine hair.
“Australia, look, isn’t he a beautiful horse?”
“He’s...ahhhmm” Australia was lost for words. Not because there was any reason to deny that the horse was beautiful (unnaturally so), but because when Indonesia turned to ask him the question he had gotten his first good look at the horse’s face. And when he and the horse were looking at each other eye to eye he got the strangest feeling, a feeling that made hs eyes narrow and the back of his neck prickle. Its closest comparison was the feeling he got when he was forced to work with people he shared a common cause with, but hadn’t liked on a personal level. A sort of “If we weren’t working on this project together you and I would be on the opposite sides of the grandstands, that’s how much I don’t like you.” But here? In this setting? With a horse? You did not get professional cooperation or personal dislike with a horse, nor any other animal for that matter.
But the fact remained that this horse did not seem to like Australia, and Australia found himself not liking this horse, and he couldn't pinpoint why. It was a first for him. Normally he loved equines, especially brumbies. As these thoughts went through his head the horse’s nostrils flared slightly. “He’s gorgeous” Agreed Australia quickly “Nesia maybe you should move away from him a bit, he might be, um, wild.”
He would have liked to say dangerous but he wasn’t too sure how well that would go down with either of the parties he was currently dealing with. And when had it started feeling like he was treading on ice as thin as paper? He could never walk on ice without falling over.
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Post by The Widow-Maker on May 11, 2013 13:59:18 GMT -6
His entrance was just as he had wanted, it got both of their attention and drew the woman towards him, and she was falling under the magic already. Females were always easy prey, put something beautiful in front of them and they came flocking towards it like child to candy. He watched her take a few steps toward her and felt her fingers running through his mane. Shudders of pleasure threatened to run through him and down his spine but that couldn’t happen, not yet, not until she was thoroughly under his spell and on his back. But he knew how to fix that, the more she touched him, the more he could work his influence on her. He needed her on his back and she wanted on his back, she wanted to ride the beautiful horse that appeared from nowhere. She didn’t need to focus on that fact, just focus on such a pretty horse with such strong muscles that would be able to run for miles and not get tired; his gait would be so smooth it would be like they were flying. He focused on all this, trying to urge her that all she wanted was to ride the beautiful horse.
Moving his head some, he pushed into her palm, trying to get her to keep petting him, to stroke his skin, feel how smooth it was. All the while he kept an eye on her male companion. Oh how he just wanted to trample him, feel the bones of his skull break under his hooves and hear the sound of his dying breaths being choked with blood. Or even better, he wanted the male companion to watch as he had his way with her, broke her down and then consumed her. He was the widow maker, he wanted people to know what they had failed to prevent, make them watch what they had assisted in bringing about. It’s what he wanted, but knew it could never be, as soon as he assisted her upon his white back, the companions life would be forfeit, it’s how the rules worked.
“He’s gorgeous. Nesia maybe you should move away from him a bit, he might be, um, wild.”
Turning his attention back to the female, he looked in her eyes, urging her to get her lover to help her on his back. The male was right, but she didn’t need to listen to him, she needed to ride the beautiful horse, she would beg to be put on the back of the horse. Oh how those pleas would stroke his fire higher. He wanted to hear her beg to be put on his back, and he would make sure it was the ride of her life.
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Post by Indonesia on May 13, 2013 10:54:42 GMT -6
Indonesia furrowed her eyebrows upon hearing Australia's reply.
"Nesia, maybe you should move away from him a bit, he might be, um, wild."
She huffed her cheeks. His reasoning clearly was not true at all. There's no way a wild horse allowed to roam freely in a building and didn't this beautiful equine had been behaved nicely since its arrival moments ago? Indonesia looked back to the horse's eyes before responding.
"If he is wild, I am sure he would have kicked me minutes ago. Clearly he's a good horse," Nesia stepped closer to hug its neck, "for he is letting a total stranger to touch his mane." The female nation couldn't understand why her animal-loving neighbor sounded... not liking her new companion. Horses need love too, you know, especially the beautiful ones like him.
Her hand stroked his mane again and when she reached his back, an idea popped in her head. She could ride the horse. First, because it was rather cold without her costume and Nesia believed he would provide more warmth. Second, she just wanted to, and it's not like she never rode a horse bareback - her people in Sumbawa island were still riding their slightly wild horses bareback. But after jumping several times, her leg still couldn't reach the horse's other side. In times like this, Nesia wished she was taller. Indonesia considered running before taking a high jump straight to the horse's back, but she feared it would hurt him so the only option left was asking for help.
"Aussie..." she called, "help me climb to his back." The young woman didn't realize the voice tone she used was not polite like her usual tone whenever she's asking for help. It was a command and she wouldn't take a no for answer, which was why she added, "I want and need to ride him, so please?"
But even her please kind of sounded different. Huh, at the moment Nesia didn't care about it. The only thing occupied her mind was the horse and the horse only.
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