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Post by can on Aug 14, 2012 9:13:01 GMT -6
»-- CANADA --«
»» i'm gonna feel a peace in me «« »» i'm gonna feel at home «« »» i'm gonna make this cloud above me disappear «« »» be gone ««
[/blockquote] »» Little wisps of air dancing along the grounds, brushing its way through leaves and strips of grass, silent, calm, providing to be just enough of a breeze to cause said pieces of nature to sway just slightly, almost like wordless communication to those around it. The sky was drenched in darkness, plastered with light airy clouds that drifted along with the bursts of wind that disrupted the area surrounding. The same dim light was encased on the grounds of the manor, nightfall having been thrown upon it quite a number of minutes ago, maybe even leaking into the hour spectrum. It was as quiet as it could get, only the faint rustling of the leaves breaking the balance between complete silence and sound, the little puffs of air that mystified the area being the source of the disturbance. It could almost be called the perfect night, but the heavy unease that also brewed with the darkness posed a completely different feeling upon the terrain. And the fact the moon was basically hidden behind some light, fluffy clouds, well, it only added to the disturbing factor that was creeping along the area. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» The only actual flickers of lights were that of tiny, yellow flashes, appearing in completely random areas, with unpredictable patterns. The little lightning bugs seemed undeterred from the fact the area was nearly completely dark, shining their little streaks of light with aimless precision, not enough to illuminate the surroundings with great intensity, but enough to provide it with a change from the dreary black. Normally it would have been a sight to bask in, to admire and enjoy, but it was one thing that a certain collapsed figure would be doing absolutely none of. It was a downfall that the night posed to be a chilly one, for it only increased the uncomfortable thing that was his position, the aching of his bones one of the very first things that attached itself onto his sluggish mind when his consciousness began to flood back to him. He found no instant reason, no idea as to why he was where he was coming to his head, only thing gripping his mind for the first few seconds he was awake being confusion and pain, low groan escaping his lips as he attempted to move. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He found it to be a great struggle, one he gave up after only a few seconds of trying, the exertion providing to be too much for him to handle at the moment, not even bothering to shift his head to the side, allowing his face to remain plastered straight on the ground, uncaring to the way the grass lightly tickled his arms, nor giving a second thought to how the wind whistled past his ears. His mind was completely elsewhere, the constant fight to stay completely conscious causing him to lose himself in memories, thoughts, questions without answers, rather than focus on the real world around him, which was something that seemed unwelcoming, spinning beneath him and posing what he thought to be a threat, something he wanted to escape, draw away from. He was basically letting his subconsciousness take him over, willing to let it envelop him and leave him not exactly there, not very aware of what was surrounding him, that of which could hold a hazard, or an advantage. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» For all he was aware of, he could be in some random backyard, left there after some late night party, or maybe perhaps the feeling of the grass upon his arms was actually in fact a tongue, one of his pets attempting to call him into the waking world with a pattern that seemed completely aimless, yet laced with perfection. He wanted to believe that was where he was, but when the events came back to him, all the encounters with other nations, monsters, or difficult tasks and accomplishments, that wish was destroyed, first actual movement from him being made then, head slowly lifted from upon the ground. His unfocused violet eyes were unable to make out much, many factors affecting his vision, the main ones of that being the darkness, the fact his glasses were not in the best of shape anymore, and that his mind was hazy, senses not returned to their fullest extent, needless to say, he found it hard to figure out what was what around him, but what he was able to, it provided to be just enough to send ideas of where he was into his mind. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Though Matthew was aware he was outside, and most likely still trapped on the grounds of the manor, due to the strange feeling that hung over the area, he found no panic suddenly bubbling inside of him, no desperate feelings to get up and flee building. It was like an odd peace within his head, despite the great discomfort that heavily clung to him, and even though he was fully aware he should move and figure out exactly where he was, it took a number of moments before he finally did such a thing. But, that movement was not unprovoked, for nothing he would have done himself could have dragged him from the state he had been in. No, it was a single sound, a calling voice that drew him from the lazy searching, the unique eyes he bore widening greatly at the cry, recognition hitting him like a brick wall, before crashing down on him. The word that was being called out was that of his own name, fear and desperation heavily hinted at within the tone of the voice, that very element yet another thing that was able to draw him from within himself, break the trance-like state he had been in. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Though his movements were cautious and careful, they were also fast and quite agile, the exhaustion that he was filled with not even shown at all as he quickly pushed himself to his feet, unaware of the damp patches on his clothing from the ground, nor the way the breeze blew through holes in the articles. His mind was set, and he was in a space of thought that allowed nothing else to cross his consciousness, ready to act on what first came to mind rather than what was the most ideal option. Though, that also didn't mean he wasn't paying at least a bit of attention, for though his movements were quick and quite desperate, they were also posed with a decent touch of guarded wariness, each step taken toward the towering shape before him planted lightly in caution of what could come. If he were completely right in his mind, absolutely alert and not having his mind set on the single task he was currently burdened with, maybe he would have realized that wandering the darkness without a plan wasn't the best idea he could have had, and that entering a barn with no promises that it wasn't littered with holes or monsters was an even worse one. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Nevertheless, he pushed forward, those worries basked behind the want, the need to get close and find out if who was calling him was in fact who he believed it was. His expression showed those feelings, eyes glittering in the dim light, as his outstretched hands brushed along the wooden surface of one of the barns, gently examining it, using his sense of touch to assist what he could not make out, for he was able to see the basic shapes of the areas before him, but not enough to figure out where the handle may be located, or any other factors that would require better light and sight. It took less than a minute, maybe only actually a few seconds for him to locate the way into the building, first step taken into the large structure being what began to send waves of uncertainty through him. "Matthew! Help me!" He wanted to help, the absolute terror laced within the voice sending a shiver down his spine, sudden worry for what could be located within the barn beginning to flood his senses, which were steadily coming back to normal, reason and proper mentality overpowering some of the previous feelings. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» But, although he was starting to get completely aware of the danger he was now possibly in, he didn't back out, he didn't turn around and flee, instead moving forward once more, steps slower and defiantly more cautious than before, fingers wrapping around the edges of his sleeves, tightening with each step, unease and a heavy sense that something was just off. "Alred?" He called out to the voice that had been calling him, his own voice riddled with worry, yet sounding absolutely calm, despite the fact he was giving his sweater a death grip. "Alfred? Where are you? What happened?" He tried again when no answer reached his ears, swallowing thickly and taking another few steps further into the barn. It made him incredibly worried and on edge when he once again got no reply, thoughts hitting his mind, wondering if maybe something had happened to his brother to render him speechless, that very idea making his stomach flip. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» It was hard enough wandering the mansion and the grounds surrounding it, with constant worry over those you cared about, but it was even worse seeing them hurt, broken down, and he didn't want to find out what had suddenly cut off the voice that had been luring him in. It had been the desperation in the tone that had dragged him from within himself, and he was now wondering if perhaps he had been too late in getting into the barn. He was aware he was not in the best shape to attempt a sprint, or anything faster, but he was beginning to wish he had done such a thing, the unease that was following him growing to an unbearable amount, desperation filling his own body as he began to get frantic, his own anxiety over the entire situation providing to be no aid in keeping himself calm. "Alfred! Answer me!" He cried out, spinning around to try and sense any sounds that could give away the location to him. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» When he was met once again with silence, the only sounds reaching his ears being those from his own steps, he began to panic, feelings of great distress overwhelming him, the darkness pressing on unwelcomingly, aggravating deep claustrophobia, mixed wants and needs torturing his mind, and bringing forth tears to his eyes as he desperately called out once more. "Alfred! Please say something, anything!" He bellowed, fingers beginning to ache from the immensely tight grasp he had on the sleeves, at an absolute loss for what to do, not even bothering to try and stop the tears that began to trickle down his cheeks, biting his lip to keep from completely breaking down, feeling trapped and lost, unsure what to do next, whether to see if his brother was in fact stuck somewhere within the barn he was surrounded by, or flee, tell himself he was just hearing things due to exhaustion and the stress of constantly being on edge. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He didn't do either, however, just standing there in the middle of the structure, eyes darting around the area as he remained lost in his own thoughts and worries, suddenly wondering if perhaps he was the last one trapped, if all the others had vanished, died. It was a terrifying thought, but when he realized it had been a long while since he had last seen any others like him, it became something that seemed incredibly likely, despite the fact he desperately hoped it weren't. "A-Alfred! This isn't funny!" He announced, voice shaking, mixed emotions threaded in his tone, head darting from side to side as he tried to catch movement, pausing in doing such when he thought he saw something, before letting out a frustrated growl when it was nothing. "If you're playing with me, this-this is completely ridiculous and mean!" There was a lurking feeling deep in the back of his mind that he was just speaking to the darkness, but just hearing his own voice, even if it was cracking from not having been used in a number of hours, it was almost like a tiny bit of a comfort, even though he was speaking to himself. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» It was then, when he was met with yet more silence, that he let out a frustrated sob, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes, clenching those very hands into fists. "Why do you have to be so mean? I just want to know you're okay!" He spat angrily, suddenly withdrawing his hands from his face and glaring into the empty darkness. "This is so stupid." He whispered tensely, bringing his arms down to his sides, fingers still curled up into tight balls. He then squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head a few times, voice going quiet and low. "I wish I had never been invited, this is-" He began, but he was cut off, never to announce to the world whatever it had been that he was about to say, the slamming of a door bringing him instantly out of the anger, replacing said feeling with intense unease and confusion, eyes shooting open and head darting up and toward the source of the sound, finding the area within the structure to be quite darker due to what had just happened, only light being the dim beams that shone through two more open doors, and a number of windows, along with the random amounts of lightning bugs that flashed every so often. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» It was a lot creepier to see the bugs within the building, for he was already feeling claustrophobic enough, without the worry of being surrounded by bugs, pressing closer to him attacking his mind. It wasn't so much that he didn't like bugs, for he didn't mind them in the least, it was the fact it was absolutely black, and that he couldn't see how many were within it that put him on unease. For all he knew, he could be surrounded by the flashing bugs, or a crowd of silent people. He didn't put anything past the grounds of the mansion at this point, not after all he had seen, or heard others having gone through. He was shaken out of that worry, however, when another loud slamming caused him to jump, spinning right around and staring at the door that had previously been opened, oblivious to the aching in his joints and bones, focus completely set on the fact he was being locked in, reason behind such a thing one that was not being shown to him, not present or displayed. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» After that second door was shut by whatever force or person was destined to do such a thing, it was only a matter of seconds before the rest of the light providing areas were closed, and he was basked in complete darkness, unlike that it had been before or outside, even the flickering lights of the lightning bugs dying out, leaving him trapped, alone, and absolutely terrified. Just like the bugs, he didn't have a problem with darkness. But there was a difference between a silent, black room one was used to, and that situation, but in some cursed place you wanted nothing to do with. Needless to say, he wasn't acting childish in being scared, but worried and fearful for why such a thing had happened, and what was to come. Although he could place the blame on some other nation, he felt the speed in which the openings had been closed was too precise, too swift and well done to have been someone like him, or even someone stronger and faster than he was. No, it had to be some monster, or something playing with him. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» But who or what, that was what he didn't know, for his mind was not drawn to wondering such a thing, all the ideas of what could have caused such a thing being stored in the back of his head to realize later, current thoughts and worries being that stringed from the fear he felt, the need to get out and not feel so trapped. He could feel himself trembling, hear the tense breathing that was escaping his own mouth, but it almost felt surreal, as he aimlessly shot his gaze around himself, disliking the situation he was in, those he had been in before, just completely not at peace with anything that had happened in the past number of days, or maybe it was weeks, for all he knew. There wasn't a way to tell at this point. All he knew is it was probably something that was not good for him, or maybe it was just a way for others to get his attention. Maybe it was all just a trick on him, maybe it was a surprise party - for what reason, he couldn't even begin to give one - and they just wanted to scare him. That idea was actually reassuring he found, and although he was absolutely terrified, he managed to find his voice. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Well, for the most part. It took a few tries, but Matthew was able to call out into the darkness, violet eyes constantly darting for signs of movement, very things beginning to adjust to the dim area he was encased within. "If this is just a prank, I'm not liking this!" He shouted out into the empty space around him, managing to keep his voice calm for the most part, cracking slightly at the end, but fine otherwise. "Whoever is responsible for this... I'm not v-very pleased with you!" An unhappy frown was laid across his face as he spoke. Yes, it was all just a prank, a way to scare him and get to his head. Maybe all he had been through was just a dream, perhaps he had been given nightmare-inducing drugs. Yes, that made sense. All before this had just been a dream gone wrong, a way to get him to react to this so called prank in the best way possible. Well, he wasn't going to let it get to him anymore than it had. "You... you better show yourself!"[/blockquote][/div][/size] [/color] [/size][/style][/center]
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Post by Fear on Aug 25, 2012 12:31:30 GMT -6
Fear waited idly nearby as this nation seemed to take ages to stir. Perhaps that was due to the fact that Fear had arrived early and already raided his numb mind for information. In fact, Fear had already planned his premature death and, out of boredom, cyphered through his memories once more. In comparison to some of the other nations that Fear had come across, this one was young. Others had centuries upon centuries of conflict, war, and history. This one's list seemed small in comparison. Normally, Fear wouldn't have even bothered with such petty facts, but the spirit was growing annoyed with the Canadian's slow awakening. Perhaps a small light show would help rouse the man's lethargic mind.
Fear wasn't a God, but it did possess some powers over the ground, courtesy of its master. Thus, when it called for fireflies, they came. In lazy swarms, the lightning bugs flickered about in the air, splashing the darkness with tiny splotches of dim light. The call of the bugs was a strange move for Fear, but an impatient one. In other cases, the embodiment would have preferred to leave the nation in sheer darkness. Darkness usually didn't sit well with these people and only lead to an anxiousness that Fear fed on. However, in this case, the man did not seem to want to wake. Fear felt like it had waited long enough and had no intentions of letting the boy rise slowly. The one thing about the darkness was that it didn't wake the nations as fast as light would. Oh well. This 'Matthew' would be screaming soon enough. Fear's everlasting appetite would eventually be satisfied, at least for a little while.
'Wake... up....' Fear silently willed, brooding nearby in a thick column of black, scentless smoke. Fear knew that the ground was not comfortable and that the nation should have sprung to his feet in a panic. After all, Fear had penetrated his unconsciousness and stolen his memories. As skilled as the assassin was, Fear could not eradicate its presence entirely. Fear always left the nations with a feeling of nervousness and apprehension. Like waking from a dream that they could not remember. Other cases saw the nations awaking vividly with nightmares, as Fear's intrusion had lead to a rejection from the unconscious bodies. Perhaps this nation was too stupid to realize that he was going to die soo-
'Finally' Fear thought, slinking away in the cover of the darkness towards his planned destination. The Manor had left the Canadian out in the grass, but that scenery didn't bode well for Fear's plan. Nope. The embodiment needed a building of some sorts, and preferably an older one at that. Fear was lucky that the barn was oh so close by. It would work perfectly. The issue was... how would the embodiment get the Canadian in there? Fear couldn't simply drag the man, as it was close to useless in its inky form. To create a body with enough strength to cart Matthew in there, Fear needed to be feeding off of some sort of terror. As well, the Canadian was beginning to rise. If Fear suddenly tried to drag the man off in a direction, he would fight it and probably run the other way. No no, that wouldn't work at all, Fear needed the blond inside the barn.... Peeling around the splintered wood and molded hay, Fear regressed back to the Canadian's memories. As corrupt as the spirit was, it knew that this was a low move. With a wicked smile, Fear changed his voice and cried out the Canadian's name.
How pitiful these nations were.. they were so strong, yet so weak. They had been given the gift of immortality, but bogged it down with petty things like human emotions and relationships. That's one reason as to why Fear despised them so. They were a weak and vile race that had the potential to be so much more... Fear was just a spirit, while they had permanent bodies. They could easily terrorize the land, but they chose peace and tranquillity. Pathetic.
As predicted, the cry in Alfred F. Jones's tone lodged a wedge of panic inside the Canadian's heart. Yes... Fear could feel it, even from this small distance. The Canadian was working his way into the barn... into Fear's clutches. “Help me!” Fear mewled pitifully in a panic, trying to pull of a sound that sounded utterly petrified beyond belief, and Matthew ate up every word. Disintegrating into the piles of dusty hay, Fear disappeared from sight as the spirit felt the rush of fears and unease surge through its misty veins. Oh yes, this Canadian had bitten the hook and was ready to be reeled in. But... why rush? Why not let this fish taste the worm before being pulled in. Feeling cruel, Fear remained silent as Matthew desperately tried to search out his beloved big brother. The scene was not only entertaining, but empowering. Fear needed a lot of strength in order to pull off this trial, and the Canadian was unknowingly supplying it.
Radiated distress and panic to the point of crying, the Canadian remained in the centre of the barn, clearly beyond the point of just worrying about the frantic call for help. Yes, Fear knew that the Canadian was wondering if Alfred had been snuffed out. Hm... the idea of that gave Fear a new twist to his planned ploy. Oh how he would tax the Canadian's sanity before it killed him. Fear adored its ability to be so cruel and malicious. This was going to be fun~
Though, the Canadian didn't break down like Fear thought he might. Instead, his erratic emotions shifted down the spectrum until the embodiment could sense anger from the blond. Anger? Why? Fear's giddy joy turned sour as the flow of fear from the Canadian was being waned off. Oh no. No. Fear wouldn't allow the Canadian to escape the mental torture that easily. Springing to the outside of the barn through the worn boards and cracked paint, Fear solidified itself into a small body before calling upon its inhuman amount of strength to viciously slam one of the doors closed. The sound boomed and echoed through the barn and area as Fear slid the board across the handle, securing the makeshift lock. At once, Fear had silenced both the Canadian's words and his senseless anger. 'That's better....' Fear thought as it danced around to the other end of the barn in a matter of seconds. Similar to the first, Fear slammed this door shut as well, now feeling the reassuring sense of terror trickling from the Canadian once more. 'And the show has barely begun~' With a snap of its fingers, the remaining open windows unanimously closed, sealing off the building from the outside world. Walking up the the closed door, Fear blurred back into its true form before seeping through the rotten boards. The barn was by no means a strong structure, but it should hold...
With a silent motion, Fear floated through the air towards the bugs. What the Canadian saw was the fireflies flickering out. What he didn't see or hear was Fear as the spirit surrounded him, choking off the little lightning bugs until they died and silently fell on the softened ground below. The tiny bodies piled up until Fear extinguished each and every one of them without mercy. The Barn, the Grave of the Fireflies, the Grave of Matthew Williams.
Slipping back away from the Canadian, Fear recollected its mist and morphed into the body once more. Opening its eyes, Fear lifted the object at its side and flicked the oil lantern on. The warm light instantly flickered in the room, but the soft tones only made the body holding the object appear more ghastly. With barren feet and a small white baptism robe, the child's eyes stayed locked on the Canadian for a moment, allowing the nation to take in Fear's newly designed appearance. The spirit didn't wait for the Canadian to speak though, and instead used it's own childish voice.
“It's strange, you know? The doors here only open inward...”
In that instance, the child suddenly tossed the lantern to the side as the oil and flame spilled from its glass containment. This whole building was filled with dust, wood, and hay. The perfect combination for a cremation site. The small child with violet eyes grinned innocently, never once letting its hues leave Matthew, even with the fire already beginning to spread.
“The doors only open one way!” Fear declared, raising two tiny hands up, as if to celebrate for a moment. Then, the two hands cascaded back down to the small child's sides as the stare continued. Fear was not exactly being discrete in this form and was intentionally trying to push the Canadian's sanity to its outer limits. That's why Fear had killed off the fireflies. That's why Fear had set the inner building on fire. And that's why Fear had taken the form of Canada himself, minus 300 years. Game, set, match.
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Post by can on Sept 22, 2012 15:45:28 GMT -6
»-- CANADA --«
»» i'm gonna feel a peace in me «« »» i'm gonna feel at home «« »» i'm gonna make this cloud above me disappear «« »» be gone ««
[/blockquote] »» It almost seemed like the darkness was beginning to grow around him, something which he thought to be just his mind, a play of his vision at first, but when it became clear that it wasn't such, but in fact the space within the walls of the barn was actually growing darker, it only increased the unease he felt. Reason why such seemed to be happening not coming right to mind at first, he was left to shoot his head from side to side, trying to find any source or light other than the lightning bugs, hoping to see speckles of moonlight filtering through the wooden exterior. But all that came up was nothing, the unrelenting darkness creeping up on him steadily, until it suddenly became very clear to him why such a thing was happening, and it spiked a bit more uncertainty and fear within his mind, mind whirling with confusion at why the bugs were all of a sudden stopping their light show in favour of drawing to a close, letting the darkness swallow them. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Why they were vanishing, he had no clue, and he honestly wasn't sure if he wanted to find out the reason behind it, unsure whether it was due to the shut doors, suddenly worried that perhaps, somehow, the supply of oxygen and fresh air had been cut off. He wanted to keep from letting it all get to him, but it was quickly providing to be difficult, as he remained silent after his last bout of words, thoughts wandering from subject to subject as fast as his eyes darted around the room around him, hands nervously clutching the fabric of his hoodie tightly, the very fabric feeling gritty and anything but comforting to his fingers that wrapped around it. Nothing brought forth any comfort to him at this point, everything standing out in the silent darkness that enveloped him and the surroundings heavily. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» At least, that dark, it didn't last forever, for a sudden click from somewhere in the barn, such thing causing him to tense, and there was light, filtering through the barn, its source being held by a figure much smaller than himself, and his eyes widened. It was not the fact that this was a mere child in such a place like this that sent him into a state of confusion and shock, but the fact the little one looked exactly like he had when he was little. Wide violet eyes meeting the same shade the child bore, he stared, completely taken aback, flooded with multiple emotions and feelings that developed from the sight, not even knowing what to think about the sight, only knowing something was up, that there was something off about the entire situation. And deep within, he blamed this little one identical to himself for the doors. What a sick joke this was turning out to be. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» “It's strange, you know? The doors here only open inward...” He was given no time to speak, not even to make a sound, for the child spoke in a voice that perfectly matched its appearance, and even if it could be mistaken for being absolutely innocent, the next action completely and totally killed that idea for Matthew. A single movement, and the lantern that had been the source of the recent light was tossed to the side, where it was instantly revealed to be not a battery operated one, but in fact an oil powered light source, proven by how it ignited the hay it was thrown into. Wide eyes only widening even more, he stared, frozen in fear for a short moment, before his head snapped back toward the small figure with the next statement. “The doors only open one way!” [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He didn't understand, could not wrap his head around what was happening, why it was happening, it made no sense and was absolutely crazy. Just why was his child form standing here before him, and clearly attempting to kill him? Did it want to take over him and claim to be the new Canadian that he was? The previous thoughts that perhaps this was just a dream flickered in the back of his head, but they never reached far enough to chase him out of the quickly developing fear that spread within him, as he just stared desperately between the searing flames and the little boy wearing the angelic smile, hands lowering down to its sides after having been raised with the declaration. "Why?" He couldn't help but let the single word erupt from his mouth, sudden desperation from the sight of the flames causing him to panic, for even if it were a dream, it seemed too real, and he honestly didn't care if it was fake or real, he just wanted to be as far away from that fire as possible. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He did the first thing that came to mind; after realizing he was not going to get any sympathy or help from that figure, he instantly took into action, removing the hoodie from his frame and darting toward the flames. He may have been terrified of them, but he also was well aware that if they were not taken control of, that would spell the end of any more attempts, and probably the end of the barn around him, of which could probably take him down with it. He did not want to get anywhere near it, but he did such despite the fact it caused him to nearly freeze right up, the desperation to get it under control just barely managing to peek out and assist him with trying to swat out the flames with the article of clothing in his grip. But, to his dismay, that did nothing to help prevent further spread, not killing the flames in the slightest, as they only decided to grow, latching onto the pieces of hay that laid everywhere that he could see, ready to climb up the frame of the walls and any supports when it reached such. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He did not take any time to examine the inside of the barn, for he could see now thanks to the light the fire provided, instead when it was clear he would be unable to do anything to stop it, he dropped the fabric, for it had also ignited, and backed away from the flames, swallowing thickly, feeling tears prick his eyes as he came short for ideas. He made his way backwards until he could no longer, bumping against the wall that held one of the doors and a window, but with a swift turn, and an attempt to open either of the two, and he was turned up short, neither ready and willing to release him from his own personal hell. No, it seemed that all was against him, from the inanimate objects around, to the ever-present being that seemed to have a permanent smile on its face, and a reminder that he kinda sorta had set this fire, even if that actually was not him, in a twisted way it also was. In this crazy situation, he had practically sent himself to his own death, in the completely messed up stage he was presented with. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He did not try to hide his fear, hands not once moving up to wipe the tears from his eyes, not moving close to the fire at all, instead remaining on the complete opposite side of it, as it continued to grow, the ever intense flames only brightening the atmosphere within the barn as it happily lapped at anything it could. Smoke also was beginning to brew inside the walls, for little places to escape were present, and it was clear he did not have too long before he would either suffocate, burn, or be trapped and have the entire structure collapse on him. It seemed to him that there was no way out, and with the words that rang in his head; the ones the little version of himself had said, of which he didn't doubt, it was clear he could not use the doors or windows to escape. He was trembling, something his mind was faintly aware of, and his face laid pale and strewn with an expression that answered any question of whether or not he was alright with the situation. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» His eyes darted along the ground, before flickering upwards to the ceiling of the barn, of which he spotted a loft, but the ladder leading up was already engulfed with the bright red and orange, which steadily climbed it much like he would have, if the way had been free. He shrank against the wall, throat tight and body tense, desperately searching for something, anything he could use, but due to the fact literally no one had been in the barn for quite some time, there was nothing but hay and dust at his disposal, both of which would do nothing but aid the flames in their feast. They seemed to be eager to demolish the area around them, for nothing seemed to stop their arrival, the ascent to the loft above, or the walls of which they rose along happily. The light was a nice change from the darkness, but he felt no joy from it for sure. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He could not help but to glance over to the other within the building, who was only seconds away from being poked at with the tips of the flames. He wanted to know the reasoning behind this, but when he opened his mouth to ask such, he could not find his voice, and it was then that his tears began to fall at a steady stream, and he slumped down the wall, basically curling in on himself, only to sit there and watch the fire continue, appearing to have given in to the fate that would be accepting what would be to come. In a way he had done just that, for he could not come up with any good scenario that would bring him free, but he also was fuelled by fear and an odd sense of determination to get out, and as he fought the internal battle with himself over the immense fear, he was also studying the flames, waiting. [/blockquote][/div][/size] [/color] [/size][/style][/center]
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Post by Fear on Oct 6, 2012 10:54:54 GMT -6
Fear had a good feeling about this particular trial, especially after watching dear old Matthew's face twist and morph into one of pure shock at the site of the body that Fear had manifested. It was cute, really, to see such a large nation so startled to see a younger version of itself. Hadn't Matthew seen photographs before? Surely he had... Perhaps it was just the simple fact that Fear wasn't a photograph, film, or painting. Fear was a breathing, living body (at least at the moment) that was in fact, a perfectly mirrored version of the Canadian when he was younger. Fear could fool any soul with appearances, because the entity was all about perfection, but the entity could probably pass as the Canadian in front of his so called family, if they even bothered to miss him. Grinning inwardly, the spirit wondered if it could torture Matthew in the afterlife by walking around in his very body. After all, burning to death was far too quick in Fear's eyes.
Fear could see the reflection of its childish form in the wide eyes of the Canadian as the lantern was discarded carelessly by Fear's own hand, instantly igniting the dried, old hay. Fear grinned, this time allowing the corners of his lips to pull upwards as strength surged through its entire consciousness. Yes... Matthew had succumbed to instinct as the flames began to instantly grow. So much terror from such a rational threat... even to a human that wasn't afraid of fire, the sight would have struck panic into even the bravest of souls.
Matthew didn't stand a chance.
“Why?” The word slipped from Matthew's lips as his glossy looking eyes washed over Fear, bringing in even more strength as the nation radiated pure fright. Fear merely stared, his perfectly matching violet eyes amused at the questioning. Why? The more logical thing to do at the moment was try to find a way out or smother the flames, not question Fear's motif. Regardless, the entity smiled like an angel and shrugged shyly, as if he really were the sheepish Canadian's younger form. If the North American blond wanted to waste away his last few moments with senseless questions, then Fear would humour him and give him senseless answers.
Though, the blond didn't seem to linger long over Fear's elusive response as he leaped forward to rip off his white, ratty hoodie in some attempt to smother the ever growing fire. Fear merely watched, only feet from the spreading flames as Canadian tried to bat them out. Fear giggled with a playful tone, eyes glimmering as he clasped two palms across his mouth to silence his laughs, similar as to how the Canadian had when he was young. How foolish it was, to try and dampen Fear's ever swelling plans. Matthew had lost the key chance to beat Fear by hesitating and questioning the entity. Had the Canadian moved as soon as the lantern had been spilled, he might have hand a chance to extinguish the flames. Though, at this point, Fear had no control over the orange tongues that were devouring the hay, some of the supporting beams and parts of Matt's sweater, but the entity didn't need it. Fear was strengthened immensely by the fuel that Matthew was unknowingly providing, and Fear intended to milk this source for all it was worth. The embodiment had failed in the past when trying to kill these stupid nations and swore that it would not be bested this time.
It didn't take long for the male to give up his vain efforts in favour of turning tail and running. This only flooded Fear's senses with more energy, power, and strength. Matthew was giving in to the fear of burning to death, and he was slowly losing any chances of living as the flames had tripled in size since Fear had set them off. At this point, the embodiment could feel the uncomfortable heat washing over its pathetic human skin, causing some discomfort to the nation. Though, with Matthew damn near giving himself a heart attack from the danger, Fear could suffice. With Matthew's terror, Fear could always reform the skin that became charred away if the spirit happened to get burned. However, Fear didn't really want that. It wanted Matthew to see the burns, to see what fate he had to deal with and experience. Fear would 'die' alongside Matthew, but not in a literal sense. This body would burn away, but the smoke produced afterwards would churn and reform the black mist that represented the true form of the spirit. The embodied emotion could not be killed, only pushed away. As long as humans existed, so would Fear.
The entity began to laugh almost mockingly this time as it watched the Canadian contact the wall and turn, attempting to open the door and window that Fear had purposefully locked beforehand. Shaking its little head such that the loose curl bobbed back and forth, Fear reopened its mauve eyes and restated, “You didn't listen to me. The doors, they only open one way~” If the Canadian was to manage to get out of this barn, it certainly wouldn't be through any windows or doors.
Fear resided to watching with chilling cold eyes as Matthew began to cry. The smile never left Fear's face, as this was too good to be true. There wasn't an ounce of pity or remorse within the individual as the blond's tears streamed down his pale cheeks. Matthew was breaking, and Fear couldn't ask for anything more. With the Canadian so near the tipping point, he only needed a little push before he snapped completely. Now that would be a death that the Manor would commend the spirit of terror and malice for. Being a faithful little servant, Fear had full intentions of cracking Canada's sanity as hell itself burned around them. Taking the opportunity to advance towards the man, Fear took small, calm steps forth as it left the growing mass of heart behind. It could already feel the red splotchy burns on the back of its calves, arms, and the side of its face from the heat. The white tunic that sheathed the child's body was singed, but had narrowly avoided catching fire. Good, as Fear wanted to make an impression here. The barn was such a perfect place for this Trial, as everything and anything in it served as delicious fuel for the massive catastrophe.
It took a few seconds for the toddler's feet to make it the few centimetres from Matthew's, but Fear was in no rush. In fact, Fear was taking its time. It wouldn't be long now, before the whole building would be engulfed in fire and Matthew would perish. Violet eyes never left each other as Fear closed the distance between the two, the smile dripping off its features with every incoming stride. Once Fear actually reached Canada, its face was blank and almost solemn, softened by the orange glow.
“Ironic, isn't it? We were born from the ashes of the land... and now we'll return them to it,” Fear said slowly, its soft voice almost becoming muted out by the growing roar of the calamity behind it. Fear could feel the fire's heat hot on its heels... it was spreading a little too fast. Though, Fear had made its decision on how exactly it wanted to crush the nation. Crouching in front of the boy to give him a one on one conversation, the child smiled once again, showing Matthew the burns that were slowly staining the soft skin of about half of its baby face. Fear's violet eyes mocked Canada as its tongue curled gently into a set of soft words that could only be heard at such a close proximity.
“Les cendres aux cendres” // Ashes to ashes.
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Post by can on Dec 16, 2012 11:03:37 GMT -6
»-- CANADA --«
»» i'm gonna feel a peace in me «« »» i'm gonna feel at home «« »» i'm gonna make this cloud above me disappear «« »» be gone ««
[/blockquote] »» He had never actually taken burning to death as a real way to die, for he had always figured he would just fade away sometime in the great future from some sort of conquering, from something relating to that, or just perish with every other like himself when the time came. Although he had worried about this way of vanishing from the face of the earth, he had always shoved it off as a paranoid thought, never bothering to think of how he would survive in such, due to the fact the mere idea of being trapped in that situation left him quite freaked out. And so it left a very easy call to say he really did not have all that much of an idea about what he should do. The attempt in demolishing the flames before they had spread too much had resulted in a failure, and also now left him without something to keep him warm, as by now it was most definitely beyond usage, only purpose being to fuel the ever growing sparks of fire that shot all across the barn, slowly, yet steadily spreading toward where he sat, edging closer and closer to the smaller figure of himself that did not budge, not even when it appeared that it was being touched by the fingers of fire. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He could not shrink back enough, desperately wishing he were able to just go flat against the walls behind him, and somehow press through them, remove himself from the terrifying reality that was shaping itself. Matthew wanted to refuse what he saw, and pretend it was all just a nightmare caused by some bad food, but it was one of those things that just shattered that hope, a time when he had this odd feeling that it was all as real as it could get, that the heat he felt and the smoke he smelled was as real as the skin on his body. He wanted to bury his face in his knees, but fear prevented him from releasing his eyes off of the fire, for even if he shifted his gaze to the childish form only a short distance before him, he could still see the flames. If he were to cover up his eyes, he felt it would only quicken his death, and he wanted to give himself as much time as possible to get out, even if that seemed futile at this point. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He found it dully amusing that he had only minutes before been wishing for light so he could see in the darkness that had been present prior to the encounter with the morbid being, and how it changed so fast when he was presented with the situation before him. Now all he wanted was for the darkness to return, for the heavy, crackling sounds of the fire to die down, for the heat and brightness to fade and leave him with nothing, just the dark barn like it had been. Wishing was something that got one nowhere, but he could not help it, as thoughts relating to that floated around in his mind as he fearfully watched the flames, only moving when the child began to approach him, flinching a bit before then pressing further back against the wall, much like an animal would do when cornered. He had not missed the repeated sentence that had been spoken a short moment ago, nor the laugh that had been attached with it, but it had been something he had shown no reaction to, having taken the words in, but not processing what that meant past it meaning he was trapped. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» It was in such a short time that the little one fully approached him, speedy despite the small size, even if the steps it had taken were slow and quite deliberate - or at least seeming that way. It only increased his feeling of insecurity and unease, as he did not want the being near him at all, especially since it had started this entire scenario, the source of the fire. He visibly grimaced when it spoke and leaned toward him. “Ironic, isn't it? We were born from the ashes of the land... and now we'll return them to it,” Despite the fact the words were said deliberately and clearly, he nearly missed them, relying a bit on his eyes to match words to the mouth to make sure he didn't mishear, biting his lip and giving fear a troubled, desperate look, unknowing to the fact it fed off of fear and the sort. His eyes studied the form before him, and within moments he was forced to glance over to the side a bit, to avert his gaze from what he saw. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He did not want to see the burns that encased the skin of the other being, which was just a clear reminder that the fire was not some sort of fake light show, but heated, lashing flames. It looked so wrong on a face so young, and made him feel sick, only increasing the despair and trapped feelings he felt. He could not keep his eyes off of the young for long though, violet orbs identical to those the other bore flashing back to it after a very short moment, half due to the fact glancing to the side prevented him from keeping an eye on the progress the fire was making, along with the fact he did not hold a single ounce of trust in it anymore, almost scared to let the tiny nation out of his sight for the fear of what it could do. Although he wanted the version of him to just back off and go away, having it so close allowed its words to be heard, even if he didn't wish such, and it also held ideas in his head for how he could remove the other from in front of him. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» “Les cendres aux cendres” The tiny nation whispered, eyes hard and mocking, and Matthew shrunk back a bit, ducking his head, but keeping his eyes planted. " Go away, you sick beast." He whispered, uncaring if he was unable to be heard, ignoring the tremble in his own voice, and taking a tiny ounce of comfort in the fact he still had one and that he could hear it even if the other could not. He was still for a short moment, before hands shot out and he pushed on the face of the young, using momentum to stand himself, albeit weakly, using the wall as a bit of balance, trying his hardest to keep from breaking down completely, paying no mind to the tears that still ran freely down his cheeks. It was only a matter of seconds before he was practically leaning on the wall before him, fear and the lightheaded feeling he was beginning to get from the smoke that had long since built and hovered in the barn. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» " I don't know who you are, but leave me alone!" He spat at the spirit, words ending in a bit of a sob, arms clenching themselves across his body, eyes narrowed, but reflecting the fear he could not shake, no anger nor bravery felt anywhere, most of his hope having drained away, leaving a tiny splinter of some that laid just barely in grasp, ready to drop at any given moment. " Or just... just stay in here and burn with me." He then muttered, more to himself, finally allowing himself to remove the watchful eye on the spreading flames, accepting the fact they had long since hit the point he could not stop them, dropping his head and allowing his hair to fall in his face, closing his eyes and pressing the heels of his hands against them, letting out a cry of anguish. " I don't care what you do!"[/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He could hear the roaring of the flames only increasing with the moments that had passed and continued to pass, and they were steadily growing deafening, soon to reach the point where speech would more likely than not be unable to be passed between the two, where yells for help would be more pointless than before. It was like standing on train tracks and waiting as it approached you, the sound growing, the fear increasing as well, but also held with a sense of acceptance, something which almost counteracted the prior feeling. He knew he was a nation, that he was not supposed to be able to die, but ever since the entrance into the mansion something had felt off, injuries much more real and longer lasting than they had been before. Things seemed so abnormal, yet so realistic and more so than any he had felt or faced before, and it was only now that he realized what was truly different in the mansion, more than just the idea it had been before. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He peered at the other, set and determined to find out if what he thought were the real truth, pushing away the fearful thoughts for a short moment to give himself a tiny burst of confidence. " We...we're not immortal at all anymore, are we?" He questioned, although already having a guess at what the answer was, and continuing to speak right afterwards, uncaring to the fact his voice was anything but steady, that he felt weak and increasingly warm. " What do you have against us?" He asked seriously, or at least trying to appear serious about it, the many expressions morphed on his face able to give a different idea or appeal toward it. It was only thing he was unable to understand, unable to grasp the concept of just why they seemed to have a great grudge against those who had entered an indeterminable amount of time ago. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He was aware there was not much time left before the flames would reach out to him and latch on, and perhaps trying to get answers was just a way to distract himself, to make it as short as he could get it. He had ideas about running through the flames and trying to find a way out, but it seemed too unappealing, almost like just plain out asking for them to take him right then and there, and even if that was the way out, he was unwilling to try it, unwilling to face one of his greatest fears head-on. Perhaps a foolish move on his part, like asking for it to come, but he was not going to do it, and he was not going to move from where he stood, even when they reached him. He would face them when they began to lick his skin and clothing, and not any time sooner. 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Post by Fear on Jan 5, 2013 16:06:18 GMT -6
Fear felt almost compelled to be curious about this nation, because it really was too easy. Was Matthew, the entity of the hardy Canadian nation, really this soft? Could holes this broad be poked through his exterior? Please, it hadn't even been hard. The blond came running blindly at the sound of his brother's voice. Had the nation not learned anything within the Manor's walls? It appeared not since he had fallen for such an easy trap. It was as if Fear were snaring a rabbit; set the bait out front and catch it by the neck in a wire snare. Currently, Matt was taking his last few breaths as he dangled from the delicate trap.
Perhaps Fear would show mercy in this case... not. The entity grinned internally at the easy kill. It was almost too easy, enough that it caused the small child to be cautious. Every other nation had showed true grit and usually caught Fear off guard. The only success that the black smog had had was with that albino Prussian. True, Fear had not killed the ex-nation, but it had mentally disturbed him to the point of ruthless insanity. By flicking through Matthew's past, Fear couldn't picture the passive natured man as an insane tool of the possessed household. Which meant that Fear had to make up for it's previous mistakes and wipe the invisible Canadian off the map. No one would miss him anyways.
Fear could feel the heat of the flames behind it intensifying. Time was running short as the two's time within the barn's walls dwindled. Now that Fear postulated upon the fact, there was no real escape. Even if Matthew had some sort of tool that could blast a hole through the wall, the oxygen in the exposed air would cause an explosion that would backfire on any escape plan. He'd need to find a quick, small way out.
But, there way none, hehe!
When Fear leaning into Matthew, exposing how harsh the fire really was, Fear felt the surge of uneasieness and fear race through his veins. Oh how Matthew did not want to die by being burned alive. Perhaps if he had a gun, the Canadian could meet his fate all the sooner without the roasting torture. He didn't though, In fact, he had nothing. There was nothing here to help him, no one that could save him from his twisted demise. Matthew alone had conjured up this imagined scenario; Fear only made it real.
Fear heard the remark, but only barely. It mainly felt the bitterness within Matthew's mind. Pity, couldn't the nation just up and cry more? Regardless, Matthew was still terrified and that energy was enough to sustain Fear and the injuries that came along with this Trial. So now the innocent skin that he wore was deemed a beast? Had Matthew figured it out? It need not matter at this point anyways. Fear was no longer in control of the flames. Or was it? Fear wouldn't admit to anything, despite the fact that the face it wore betrayed nothing but a small smile. Aparently the grinning gesture didn't sit well with the Canadian, because he soon demanded to be left.
“As you wish...” Fear said quietly, allowing its face to go blank as it turned. If the Canadian wished to die alone, then so be it. Fear had extracted so much misery and suffering from the Canadian so far. Now the entity could just walk straight into the flames, disintegrate into the smog form that would feel no pain from these heat and watch as Matthew burned alive. It was what Fear intended as a few steps were taken towards the blaze, before Fear just caught the edge of Matthew's quite voice once more, possibly requesting that he stayed. Fear's amusement glinted within but it did not show as the child turned. Perhaps the entity could have a bit more fun while this nation was still alive.
Fear could feel the frustration arise from the nation's chest as his time slowly ticked away. Confusion, anguish, terror... Fear inhaled, the ashy taste of smoke on the entity's tongue, but the relief of such sweet feelings was more than enough to compensate. Walking the few steps back to the Canadian, the miniature version of the country sat before him, looking him over with almost saddened eyes. Pitiful. Absolutely pitiful. Not that Fear minded really. It was just trying to draw more hopelessness out of Matthew altogether.
“We... we're not immortal at all anymore, are we? What do you have against us?”
Fear mused internally, debating which string of action to pursue. It could deceive Matthew once more with smiles and jibs, but the embodiment of terror could tell that the cruelty was losing its effect. Fear needed a different approach and it saw no harm in revealing information to the soon-to-be-dead nation.
“No... we're not..” the child said slowly, raising its voice from the level it had been before. The roar behind the pair was drowning out their voices, and since the child was a younger version of Matthew, its voice was hushed as well. Speaking would soon be behind them. Time was growing short as the little blond glanced at its palm, which was already blistering from the tongues of fire that had licked it before.
“It is not I that holds the grudge...” Fear flicked its violet gaze to the side, feeling the burning heat starting to sear its back. Were the flames that close? Yes... they were not yet igniting the younger version of Matthew, but one tinderspark would be enough to light Matthew's blackened baptism robe. Blinking a few times, Fear moved his gaze back to the Canadian's with a slow, yet sad smile. Before Matthew perished, Fear would take the last thing Matthew could possibly have faith in.
“Ask your brother of that. He was the one who brought you here.”
His family.
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Post by can on Feb 1, 2013 12:40:25 GMT -6
»-- CANADA --«
»» i'm gonna feel a peace in me «« »» i'm gonna feel at home «« »» i'm gonna make this cloud above me disappear «« »» be gone ««
[/blockquote] »» The being before him had actually begun to comply with the words that had escaped his mouth, which was actually something rather surprising since it seemed to be determined to stay and burn, as proven by the fact it had already sustained some injuries related to the flames that continued to spread. Perhaps the being would have actually left the barn, or died attempting such if he had not spoken, if the question had not left his lips. But there was no time to dwindle on thoughts of such; time was running out, of the essence, and whether or not the other would have made it out was something completely useless to wonder and ponder upon. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» With his question, it had turned, its face still rendering practically emotionless, except for the spark of amusement he could pick up from within its violet eyes. Or maybe that spark was just a reflection of the fire that lapped around them, he really could not even tell at this given point. It seemed to mull over things, before steps were given to bring the being back over to stand before Matthew, and despite the fact he really did not want it anywhere near him, its words drew silence out of him, not asking the strange boy to leave. “No... we're not..” Came the first response to his words, and they were anything but a surprise, for he had gone to expect something like this as a given to his question. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» They weren't nations in this horrid place, and the fact it was confirmed only made the scenario before him worse yet. He would die if he couldn't find a way out, and it was in such a way that he knew no one would realize he had been inside when the barn burned. It was a rather sad thought, for he knew that even if he were forgotten occasionally, it would never normally stretch to that extreme. He was going to die, and he was going to be completely forgotten, and it was that very thought that made him want to crumple up and accept his fate. There was no visible ways out, and he did not want to explore the area to try and find such. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» “It is not I that holds the grudge...” At this Matthew blinked, confused, unsure the means behind that sentence, and finding that he was rather curious to know just what was holding the grudge that this little being was stating. The flames behind the boy only made the words more interesting, almost intimidating. The being returned its gaze to the Canadian after having glanced side to side a small number of times, a smile on its face, one that was laced with sadness, tiny and nearly just not there. “Ask your brother of that. He was the one who brought you here.”[/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He froze completely at that, staring at the figure with an expression showing a multitude of emotions. Alfred couldn't have been the one to set this all up. Not that Matthew would doubt he could be capable of such things, for if he set his mind to it, the American could accomplish some big things, but he just didn't see how Alfred would have the heart to do something like this. Had he wronged the other somehow? There wasn't anything that came to mind, no reason that he'd be able to place why this would be done. They were as close as siblings could get, even if teasing and such happened, he couldn't place himself to understand just why Alfred would be the one behind this all. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» " No he doesn't. You're lying." The words came out as whisper, and it would be a large question as to whether or not the being would have heard them, but he had no thoughts on such, only focus being that on the robed figure that stood so deathly close to the flames. " He couldn't do this... I don't even know of any reason why he would!" He shouted at the boy, shaking his head rapidly. " Don't lie to me!" [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» But perhaps the words that had been spoken were the truth. Maybe his brother did have some dark motivation, some grudge held against him, and the others that were trapped inside the building. It was true that Alfred was the entire reason they were all inside the mansion, and that it was his so-called party that had dragged everyone into the mess they all currently stood in, but was it actually his planning? Was it actually Alfred's fault that they were stuck and suffering so deeply, was he the one that had somehow conjured up all the demons and monsters that surrounded the place, such as the one that stood before Matthew himself? Alfred had been raised underneath England, so it wouldn't have come as a surprise if he knew magic spells as well. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Matthew grimaced, resting his head and body against the wall behind himself, running his fingers through his hair. There were too many things running through his mind, too many ideas and thoughts that had no answers, no resolution, and it was troubling, the last thing he needed in his current scenario. Shaking his head lightly again, he stared at the floor, the surface soon to be ignited with flames. " He couldn't have done this... This wouldn't be like him..." But maybe he had. He really had no clue where to rest his case with this, drawn to a split in the road, rejection of what he had heard lining one, acceptance held in the other. He really just did not know anymore, it was all too confusing. [/blockquote][/div][/size] [/color] [/size][/style][/center]
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