At A Dead Draw [England] Dec 29, 2013 18:22:08 GMT -6
Post by Russia on Dec 29, 2013 18:22:08 GMT -6
All of that would have gone smoother if it weren't so cold. The frigid air from outside always found a way to seep into the innards of the Manor, which did well to aid the water that the Inhabitants had brought on. They were tactful when they envisioned and crafted what the flood would do to the nations. Those who weren't drowned and managed to escape were left soaked, their blood slowed by icy temperatures. Locomotion is hard enough when you're frozen like that; even worse when you're unable to swim.
That all happened to be the Russian's case, but thankfully it had been long since that incident passed. He emerged from the water before it could drag him below its surface, and from then it felt like hours had passed since he began wandering the second and third floors. His clothes were still drying, heavier than they had been when he arrived here, and so much colder. Wandering like this began to feel so repetitive. He had been cooped in the Manor so long that maneuvering it had become much easier - he could have sworn each door he passed by was one he's seen before. As he traversed the halls of the third floor, he could hear that things had gone quieter. After that fiasco downstairs, silence was so much more exceptional. The water had been so noisy with all those items breaking and crashing into each other, doors and wooden walls creaking.
All he could hear were his footsteps on similarly creaking floorboards. The water had definitely long since passed, just as suddenly and inexplicably as it had come.
And now that that event was over, things were going to start getting boring again, weren't they? Wandering around without much to do. It had been a while since Ivan landed himself in the presence of any supernatural forces, not to mention the creatures themselves. If there were so many of them here in this ancient building, then he hadn't seen as many as he imagined he would. They must be hiding in their own conniving places, not prepared to play until the time was right. Things had certainly worn him down, but Ivan was treating the Manor as neither foe nor something to be intimidated by. His mind was already teetering, broken by images he has seen of his sisters; but a nation should know that with all he has been through, he cannot let another reality nightmare break him once and for all. Especially not by means of drowning. That would have been a terribly silly way to go.
The smile on his face was forced, of course, but he knew that a calm mind and relaxed body is always the best defense; and that would be the aura that he carried with him through all of this.
He pushed open a door that looked slightly more prominent than the rest, bearing a plaque upon its surface that suggested it was only for men's leisure. Since it was already slightly ajar, it had piqued his curiosity whether there was someone waiting in there. He was startled to see a pair of eyes staring at him from afar, settling once he realized that they belonged to a portrait. He was slow as he strolled into the room, holding his pipe at his side just as it belonged to be, eyes drawn immediately to the glow of fire by his right. It didn't occur to him how long this fire has been burning for or who it was that set it alight, only that it felt like just the relief he was looking for.
He made way for those promising flames without first looking around him. It likely wasn't best that he let his guard down this one moment, but he hadn't realized just how greatly he missed the warmer elements after that entire flooding commotion. Though Ivan didn't get very far before he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. It looked as if a figure had emerged from a darker side of the room, that or he had been very faulty in paying attention to his surroundings. The Russian twirled quickly, raising his trusty pipe to point its head threateningly at whatever had moved.
It didn't take long to recognize the sight of that figure, clarifying that it was not something wicked but a fellow nation. Ivan sounded Arthur's name in a surprised and quiet breath, hand still tight around his weapon, eyebrows lifted in subtle relief to see someone so alive. Though his defense wasn't going to be lowered so quickly; not until he could be sure that the other man meant no harm.