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Post by Japan on Sept 10, 2014 9:31:53 GMT -6
It had been a long time since he was afraid. Truly, terribly afraid. Very little frightened the old island nation, and he had learned a long time ago to bury his fears where no one could reach them. He’d been at war for far too long, had made too many enemies, to broadcast his nightmares to the world.
But now there was no world. There was just him. Just him and this labyrinth-like library with an endless array of shelves and tables and chairs and books, but no doors… And, after what seemed like an eternity of circling the room—eyes failing him in the darkness, fingers exploring the walls desperately—Kiku slid to the polished floor, defeated, and exhausted and afraid. His body ached, crying out for respite and he could no longer ignore its pleas. His exhausted limbs and aching bones told him he had been trapped in this purgatorial room for days and yet his mind insisted that it hadn’t even been one night. Kiku looked out of the window facing him to see the fragile sliver of the moon suspended over a mesh of trees. it was still the same moon, the same night.
He ground the heel of his palm into his brow, trying to force reality back into his dazed mind. There had to be some sort of mistake, there had to be some sort of reasonable and rational explanation. “I was drugged,” he murmured, shaking his head. “I must have been drugged. It is the only explanation.” But even said aloud, his words seemed to fall flat. Who would drug him? And why? Why abandon him in this room? Why had they not returned to gloat over his current state?
Kiku leaned his head back against the wall, his eyes drifting closed. If not drugs, then what? What could explain this place? What could explain this dreadful, unending night? He took a few deep breaths, hoping to calm himself, to flush out the toxic fear that had invaded his veins. If he didn’t calm down, didn’t come up with a rational plan for escape, it was very likely that he could die here. The thought brought an indignant flush to his cheeks and his hand gripped his katana tighter, the weight of it a small comfort, a reminder of a real and rational world. Kiku was certain that world still existed and he was determined to return to it. He couldn’t die here; after all he was still a nation. If he had survived wars and isolation and typhoons, he could survive this. If he had survived his cities being turned to ash, or washed away by the sea, he could survive this room. He could not shame his people by dying alone in this room, not without a fight.
Suppressing a groan, Kiku got to his feet stiffly and padded over the window, pressing his fingers against the chilled glass as he searched for a ledge, a nearby branch, anything that could provide a route of escape. There appeared to be an oak tree not more than five feet from the window, its sturdy branches extending out to him in a tantalizing invitation. But, as if the room itself realized what he was planning. Kiku felt an overwhelming chill as a presence fell upon him like a crushing fist. The terror pounded through his veins, filling his lungs and choking off his air. He had no idea what the presence was, had never felt anything so malevolent. But one thing was clear—there would be no escape through the window. He backed away from the pane, trembling hands up as if in surrender. And just like that, the presence was gone, vanished in an instant.
Kiku let out a weak sigh, collapsing into a nearby chair and burying his head in his hands. There was no door, no window, no hope.And for the first time in a long time, Kiku felt truly alone.
Alone and utterly afraid…
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Post by Turkey on Sept 15, 2014 14:04:00 GMT -6
It had been a while since the Turkish Nation had been to this room, it was one he avoided. Not because of the books, he loved the books, if the circumstances were different, he would have curled up in one of the chairs and tried to read as many as he could get in. He loved knowledge, love learning new things. It was his nation along with the rest of the ones around him to bring a lot of knowledge to the world in math and science. After all, it was this knowledge that helped keep his old colonies out of the Dark ages of Europe, and they were so much better for it. No, it was not the knowledge the books held that kept him away, but it was the memories this place held. The awful moment in time when he had advanced on one of his friends, when he had been intent on harming Feliciano, causing him pain and enjoying those cries as they drifted through the air. Muscles under skin shivered with the memory, not with yearning for it as they did at that point, but with disgust. But like anything else in this world, all things return, whether you want it to or not. So it was with this thought in mind that it would be different this time that he silently pushed his way into the library.
The hinges didn’t creak this time, and that alone slightly disturbed Sadiq. It told him someone was still taking care of this place and it wasn’t just a monster infested house of horror. Though he shouldn’t be surprised, he remembered brief dreams of skeleton beings refereeing to a Master. It would be stupid to not take care of a house that was used to cause terror and fear and death to others. It’s what he would have done after all; keep the house looking inviting and clean, each room seem like a safe haven before reviling the surprise, the attack. And that fact alone could frighten Sadiq if he let it, but it didn’t. There were more frightening things here than a house kept maintained. Like the fact it could manipulate thoughts and deeds as easily as the wind blew through trees on an autumn day. But it was despite all these things he made his way to this room now. He needed to see what was in it. Deep in his gut, there was a feeling that there was something important hiding amongst the figurative branches, something that he needed to find.
Step by step, through the shelves he walked, looking from left to right and up in down, eyes scanning each title as if the answer to an unknown question would appear before him. This wasn’t the first time he had been here looking for answers, but he could only hope this time would get him an answer of something, even if it wasn’t one that he was looking for. Tensing as he came to the spot where he had advanced on his Italian friend and almost hurt him, but he forced a breath and his muscles to relax. Feliciano wasn’t here, and even if he was, Sadiq knew that that was then and this was now, the moments weren’t the same, couldn’t be the same. The results of each meeting were different and couldn’t be predicted. The next time he found the man, he would hug him and it would be a good meeting.
As he came upon the chairs, a relieved expression over took his face. There in front of him was one Nation he had been looking for, one Nation that he had always considered a buddy, a best friend, one that he would protect from anything. In front of the Turkish Nation was Kiku, Japan. Walking forward swiftly, he dropped quickly to his knees in front of the chair and gently tried to pry those hands from his face. Did he always look this pail, this thin? This… dare he say it? This delicate?
“Kiku? I’m so glad I found ya. I knew nothing could keep us down. Come, tell me of what’s been happening to ya since the blackaout.”
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Post by Japan on Sept 16, 2014 10:41:25 GMT -6
The unexpected voice hit Kiku like a brick, callused hands feeling wrong, unnatural as they clasped around his wrists. He felt his heart kick up its back, felt the adrenaline flood his system once more. His head swung up and his leg shot out like a piston, savagely kicking back at the intruder and allowing himself enough room to climb to his feet. He scrambled to do so, grace abandoned for sheer necessity of speed. Once he was up, Kiku backed away, hand reaching for his katana; ready for whatever fresh torture the room had planned for him. He’d been a fool to drop his guard in such a dangerous place and now this room, this house was going to make him pay. However, Kiku had been a warrior for too long to go down without a fight. He crouched, ready to spring into action at the first sign of aggression from the other being.
Confusion set in as his vision cleared and he was greeted by an all too familiar face. Kiku straightened slightly from his defensive couch, though his hand never left his weapon. “S-Sadiq-san?” He replied, voice breathless as his lungs shuttled oxygen to his arms and legs, still preparing for a fight. His darkened eyes shifted from the other country to the rest of the room, shining almost feverishly as he looked for any other trick, any sort of incoming danger, anything that could take advantage of this new distraction. Satisfied that he was momentarily safe, Kiku looked back to Sadiq, face blank, devoid of any relief or affection. This was a trick, just another illusion. It wasn’t the first time this room had played tricks on his senses, but Kiku supposed it was the most elaborate. He didn’t dare hope that it was truly his old friend. Couldn’t risk letting his guard down in the very really likelihood that this was just another specter, another demon sent to torment him by playing with what he once knew to be concrete and familiar.
“How did you enter?” He asked, voice holding an almost accusatory tone as he stared at the man before him. His newest “visitor” certainly looked like Sadiq, the soft shade of stubble dotting his square jawline, those warm green eyes peering out at Kiku through his mask. It was so tempting, so terribly tempting to believe it to be Sadiq, to believe that his time in this hateful room was drawing to a close…. But optimism had never served him well in the past. With a single fluid movement, he drew his sword, pointing it at the image of his friend. “There’s no possible way you could have entered. I’ve spent hours searching. There are no doors. So how did you enter if you are actually my friend?” He asked, his tone icy, betraying none of the fear that that bubbling just below the surface.
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Post by Turkey on Sept 28, 2014 18:29:47 GMT -6
If Sadiq would have been thinking, he would have known better than to take a hold of Kiku as suddenly as he did in this place; if he would have been thinking, he would have realized that the man had his head in his hands for a reason, that he must have had a worst time here than what shown on the outside. Unfortunately, Sadiq was not known for thinking things through, and tended to make half thought out decisions, if they were thought about at all before they became actions. This was one of those actions. He has been so happy to see his friend, felt such a need to touch him to make sure he was actually there and not a figment of his imagination that he took those wrists in his hands and could have wept with joy. It was Kiku, it was his friend that he had sworn to protect long ago.
A surprised look shot over his face when feet collided with his gut, his hands letting go automatically as he fell back a few paces and landed on his butt. Automatically an arm wrapped around his middle as he tried to catch his breath, wondering what just happened and why Kiku would have kicked him. It didn’t take him long to realize his mistake. “S-Sadiq-san?”
Well, he was at least glad his friend seemed to recognize him and the place didn’t seem to be affecting his memory yet. He could only hope that he still regarded him as a friend and not as a foe. He could understand the halting words, for it could have been surprise or shock that led to them, but the lack of emotion on his face only slightly bothered him. Sadiq had grown pretty good at reading the Japanese man face through the years, gotten good at finding the subtle signs of emotion, from the slight crinkling of his eyes to the way his eyes would shine. Unless those were all things he made up through the years, but he would like to think he just knew his friend. The smile had already fell from his face when he was kicked, but now it frowned. Why was he still tensed and ready to pull his weapon on him?
“How did you enter?”
What kind of question was that? Furrowing his eyebrows, he couldn’t help but to look at Kiku in a confused manor. There was one way in this place and it was though the door. Its not like he could materialize though walls unless… did he somehow did and not realize it? Looking down at his feet, a sense of relief swept through him. He could still see his feet, and not the floor under him. Though Kiku’s words suggested not a ghostly encounter, but a surprised one, one that was potentially unwanted and one that was problematic.
“There’s no possible way you could have entered. I’ve spent hours searching. There are no doors. So how did you enter if you are actually my friend?”
Well that explained it, but it was an explanation half heard. He didn’t dare move from where he had his arm around his waist, and he could only be glad it wasn’t the one he would need to pull his own sword. Honestly, he had never had Kiku pull a sword on him before, never had the silent threat of being ran through if the answers weren’t up to what was expected. Was there anything he could do to convince Kiku that he was indeed Sadiq and not a ploy of this place to get him to drop his guard? A trickle of fear ran its way down his back and spread through him. He might have been scared before here, but this was different. A man he considered a friend has a weapon drawn on him and he was helpless to defend himself. Would he be believed when he said it was through a door? A trickle of sweat made its way down his neck and under his shirt, but he couldn’t wipe it away, he was frozen in place, eyes fixed on the blade that was pointed at him.
“Through the door, the main door that led here…it was there for me a bit ago. Pehaps…” taking a moment to swallow the rock in his throat, he paused before continuing.“Perhaps we can find it together? Working together would give us an easier chance to find it. Plus we could watch each others backs. Remember Kiku? Years ago I sworn to defend you? I even threatened to invade Greece if he so much as hurt one hair on your head?”
It was the only chance he could see, use things from the past that Kiku might remember to show he was indeed Sadiq, that he was indeed the Republic of Turkey that had been best buddies with him during the years. He could only hope that Kiku believed him and didn’t think it was another trick of the manor and decide to run him though. Hopefully it wouldn’t take the red of his blood spreading across the floor, staining it red, to convince him he was Sadiq, he wasn’t sure he would survive that proof.
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Post by Japan on Oct 5, 2014 21:47:03 GMT -6
…Why didn’t he attack? Who would sit still while facing certain death?
Kiku remained silent, his eyes still narrowed as he surveyed the man who claimed to be his friend. He caught the all too real fear that had taken root, the sweat that beaded on his brow, his blown out pupils, the clenched jaw…. Could it really be true? Why would a monster just sit back and let himself be run through? …Unless they had nothing to fear from physical assaults? Kiku took another wary step forward, still keeping his sword trained on the figure. He wanted it so badly to be his friend, but years of experience taught him to never take things at face value. Had Sadiq actually managed to break into this nightmare prison, just how likely was it that his friend stood before him at that moment?
Remember Kiku? Years ago I sworn to defend you? I even threatened to invade Greece if he so much as hurt one hair on your head?”
And he did remember that, all too well. He remembered the bickering and the banters and how nice it was to have friends, to just spend his days in peace. To wander unfamiliar streets without fear. To know that he was actually wanted… The sword slipped from his hand and clattered against the floor, echoing hollowly through the room. Kiku was still, standing before him, eyes filed with turmoil. “Sadiq-san…. I….” The truth was, he had no way of knowing whether or not this man was his friend—he had been trick by this room before. No matter how hard he had tried to tease illusions from reality, in the end, he was always a pawn in whatever twisted game this room—this manor was playing with him. And, so far, the manor was winning. Handily.
But in the end, what was worse? Falling prey to the illusions once again? Or attacking a friend and ending up alone in this mausoleum-esque room? Even if the chances of it actually being his old friend were remote, Kiku was more than willing to take that gamble. He was willing to bet his very life on the supposition that the man before him, was indeed who he claimed to be. With a sigh, he dropped to his knees, and braced Sadiq’s shoulders in a firm grip.
“I am so sorry, Sadiq-san…. I don’t…” He bit his lip and his eyes swept the room compulsively. He lowered his voice to a near whisper as he spoke again. “I do not know how I got here, the last thing I remember was Alfred-san’s party… And then I woke up in the library and…” He shuddered as he debated telling Sadiq the truth of his time here. Even in his mind the words sounded insane. How could anyone believe him? He swallowed heavily and leaned in closer as though he was worried about the room itself overhearing.
“I believe… there is something here that has been toying with my grip on reality. I’ve heard things.. Terrible… bone-chilling things here…” He closed his eyes as if he could blot out the memories, blot out the fearful screams, the bloodlust coloring the old familiar voices. “I heard the sounds of my friends… tearing eachother apart… I saw fresh blood stains, Sadiq-san. But as soon as I turned away, they disappeared. I don’t know what…. What to believe anymore.” His hands shook and he slid them off the other nation’s shoulders as he waited for the rebuke, the affirmation that he did indeed gone insane. It would almost be a relief to hear it. To know that this madness did have a rational explanation after all…
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Post by Turkey on Oct 13, 2014 17:59:08 GMT -6
He could only watch as another step was taken for him, sword still aimed at his chest, the light reflecting off the blade every so often as if someone was trying to distract him with bright shiny objects. It would be funny in a dark way that the one to kill Turkey was the one who he had sworn to defend. It was a macabre humor alright. Swallowing loudly, Sadiq could feel sweat trickling down his own neck as his heart clenched in his chest. Was there nothing else he could say to convince his old friend that he was who he said he was and prevent his own blood from spreading on the floor beneath him? Millions of thoughts went though his head, memories of all the time they spent together played behind his eyes, all of it leading up to the main point of it would hurt to get run through by that sharpened sword, but, he would rather be run though to show he was who he was than defend himself and send his friend father along this path of insanity this place seemed determined to drive the dark haired nation on.
“Sadiq-san…. I….”
A small flicker of hope soared to life in his heart, spreading a bit of warmth to his limbs that had gone cold with the imminent threat. Ears twitched slightly with the sound of steel clattering on the floor as the sword was dropped. A feeling of relief lifted his heart and he wanted to get up and hug the man, wanted to hold him tight and tell him it was alright, he didn’t take any offense at the action, that it was completely understandable given where they were and everything that had happened. This feeling was only made stronger by the grip Kiku had taken on his shoulders.
“I am so sorry, Sadiq-san…. I don’t…. I do not know how I got here, the last thing I remember was Alfred-san’s party… And then I woke up in the library and…”
Seeing the way his friend shook tore his heart, but he didn’t dare yet comfort his friend the way he wanted it. Slowly,, he brought a hand up to place lightly on Kiku’s hip; a small feeling of comfort to help his friend get through what he had to say. Once he was done, he would give him what comfort he was allowed. That was one thing the Republic of Turkey knew, that while Japan didn’t like to be touched, there was nothing more healing than a hug sometimes. He just hope that Kiku would allow himself this one touch.
“I believe… there is something here that has been toying with my grip on reality. I’ve heard things.. Terrible… bone-chilling things here…I heard the sounds of my friends… tearing eachother apart… I saw fresh blood stains, Sadiq-san. But as soon as I turned away, they disappeared. I don’t know what…. What to believe anymore.”
An icy breath of fear traveled down his spine as his own memories came back to him. Did Kiku see Feli backed into a corner with Sadiq looming over him with anger in his eyes? Kiku must have, along fleeting images of what everyone else was facing. He didn’t want anyone to see that fallen moment; he didn’t want anyone to see how terrified Feliciano’s face looked. He wanted to hide his own shame between the two of them. Though he was brought out of his musings when he felt the grip slip off his shoulders and he looked up to see those eyes closed. He knew he had to help his friend. Slowly, he moved his hand that was on Kiku’s hip more around his waist, and shifting some, he brought his friend into a hug, resting his head against the shorter man’s chest.
“I don’t know what all you saw Kiku, but…..I nearly attacked Feliciano in here, in the library. I didn’t want anyone to know that. But you’re not going crazy Kiku… this place… its bad Kiku.
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Post by Japan on Oct 17, 2014 16:16:20 GMT -6
Kiku wanted to push the other nation away, to pull away from those familiar callused fingers resting on his hips. He had nearly killed the man before him, had nearly ran him through out of a base fear. He didn’t deserve comfort from the man who had nearly died by his hand. His eyes had slipped down to the floor once he had finished speaking. He didn’t deserve comfort from anyone, much less Sadiq… but as Sadiq’s hand drifted to his waist and pulled him into a hug. He blinked, feeling the other nation’s head resting heavily on Kiku’s chest. Kiku gasped at the sudden contact but didn’t pull away; it occurred to him that perhaps Sadiq needed the comfort just as much as he did. His fingers reached up to run through Sadiq’s coarse hair as the man began speaking, his voice rumbling through Kiku’s chest.
“I don’t know what all you saw Kiku, but…..I nearly attacked Feliciano in here, in the library. I didn’t want anyone to know that. But you’re not going crazy Kiku… this place… its bad Kiku.”
So he wasn’t crazy… that wasn’t nearly as comforting as he thought. His eyes closed, the images flitting through his mind, still just as vivid and torturous as before. The fear in Feliciano’s eyes…it was the fear of a man facing death. A death brought on by what had once been a trusted friend. Worse, he had seen attacker himself. Kiku looked down, tugging Sadiq’s chin up to look at him. His dark gaze flickered as he met those familiar eyes. It was true. Those were the same eyes contorted in hatred and anger, they had been the eyes of a murderer. It had been a long time since he’d seen anything resembling such bloodlust in his friend’s eyes. This Manor… was worse that bad… it was not the threat of outside forces that truly struck fear into Kiku’s chest, it was the fear of what it turned them into. He’d seen it in Sadiq. He’d felt it himself. If they stay here long enough, they were going to be turned into the same nightmares they so feared. He remained silent, eyes focused on Sadiq’s, making sure no trace of the violence, that hatred remained.
“If that was… really you…” His voice was soft, betraying no emotion, no trace of the concern or the fear that was currently swirling around within him. “Sadiq, how did you snap out of it? Can I trust you? Or do I have to worry about the moment you turn on me as well?” It hurt to even say it aloud, to even hint that his friend could turn on him, to advance on him with blood on his mind. And what hurt even worse, what really ate at him was the idea that he could do the same. He could just as easily turn on Sadiq or anyone else. “How did you regain your sanity?”
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Post by Turkey on Oct 21, 2014 15:38:25 GMT -6
Hearing the gasp omitted from above his head, and the way his body stiffened, he hoped Kiku wouldn't pull away from him. Sadiq would let him go of course, but it would be with great reluctance. No warmth vanished from his grip though, the only change he felt was the added stimulus on his head, one of comfort at that. Closing his eyes, he could only let out a small humming as muscles relaxed under the administration of those skillful fingers. He had told Kiku the truth, there was no reason to lie. He would always tell the truth with this man, unable to tell even a gentle lie to protect himself, Kiku would always know the truth about the republic of Turkey.
He couldn’t take the comfort for long, it seemed only a few seconds until his head was being lifted up and his own green eyes opened to stare into Kiku’s own. He could only hope that kiku saw a sincerity there, an inner strength that he could and would overcome all things that were thrown at him, even if it took him some time. Now that he had found one of his good friends, one of the people he had sworn to protect and watch out for, he knew it would be harder for this place to get a hold on him again. He had something to keep him stable and grounded. He could only hope this place didn’t realize how much stronger he was with this man by his side.
“If that was… really you…Sadiq, how did you snap out of it? Can I trust you? Or do I have to worry about the moment you turn on me as well? How did you regain your sanity?”
The voice was soft, almost too soft to be heard over the pounding of his own heart. But Sadiq did hear it, and it made his heart hurt with the implications, the distrust, but he knew it was justified. It wasn’t the first time he had turned on a friend, wasn’t the first time he had wanted to hurt, and he was sure that it wouldn’t be the last while he was here. But never with Kiku.
“It was me Kiku…and Feliciano himself snapped me out of it. The look of fear in his eyes , the way he was cowering… I couldn’t… he’s not meant to be like that, I’m not meant to be like that. It hurt to see him looking at me like that, how all the hard work I took in building up our friendship could be reduced to rubble in just a few seconds. It scared me, I swore I would never hurt my friends like that…. And for hurting you…” Swallowing loudly before closing his eyes for a brief second, he opened them again and reached a hand up to caress one of Kiku’s cheeks. “I would rather hurt myself than to hurt you.
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Post by Japan on Oct 30, 2014 18:18:02 GMT -6
Kiku would have flinched away at the touch. Would have brushed off the contact with a bow and a muted apology. But here? Here things were different and that caress, that solid warmth connected him to something real. Real and tangible and comforting in a way that Kiku could never admit to anyone—could barely admit to himself. And that fact scared him more than anything. But not enough to pull away. For just one moment, he indulged himself in the contact, in the comfort of a dear friend. But he knew full well it couldn’t last forever.
“Sadiq-san, I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” he said, reluctantly pulling away. This was not the time to sit and seek comfort from those in no position to give it. They had to act, they had to escape, to get out of this room. Even with the new company, the library loomed about him, confining as any prison. Kiku felt his chest tighten as the fear settled in again, choking the breath from his lungs. By now it was an old fear, a nagging mantra and he was no longer sure if it was his thoughts or the thoughts of the room itself.
You will never escape this room, Kiku. You will never escape here, Kiku.
You will die here, Kiku.
Panic surged in his veins, Kiku reached out blindly and grabbed Sadiq’s arm, desperate for any grounding to ward away the crashing wave of fear. The physical contact helped dull the insidious voices, but they were still there. He sighed and pulled his hand back, running a shaking hand through his hair. For all of his efforts, Kiku knew he was losing to this nightmarish room. His mind was beginning to fracture; it was only the matter of time until he could no longer hide it. The only question left was, how much time? Kiku knew this, could feel the first cracks splintering. The voices, the images he had seen, the endless solitude… there was only so much one could take.
“I’m sorry, Sadiq-san, I know you...wouldn't hurt me.” he murmured, ashamed by his weakness, his gaze slipping away. “It's this place...This room is a poison. It seeps in and twists everything you believe in, everything you once knew to be true. Please, we need to get out of here as soon as possible…” Kiku knew Sadiq wasn't going to let his unusual behavior slip. But Kiku want to go into it further, didn’t want to lay another burden at the feet of his friend. Sadiq hadn’t gone into much detail about his time in the manor, but what he had disclosed had hinted that his time here had been far from a picnic. He couldn’t rely on his friend to keep him stable, couldn’t ask his friend to struggle with Kiku’s problems. This was a battleground (albeit unlike any Kiku had ever faced) and Kiku was all too aware of what happened to combatants who were distracted. His distraction was dangerous and could all too easily get him killed. He didn’t like that fate, but it was still better than the alternative. The last thing he wanted was to lose a friend who was tied up in his problem. So with a long practiced ritual, Kiku wiped away all traces of his fear and weakness from his expression. When he finally meet Sadiq’s gaze, his eyes were deceptively calm and grounded.
“Please, perhaps you should lead the way. Maybe your presence means whatever trickery here is weakening. Perhaps there is hope.” He got to his feet, determined not to worry his friend any further.
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Post by Turkey on Dec 17, 2014 18:08:01 GMT -6
“Sadiq-san, I don’t want you to hurt yourself?”
"I'll be fine Kiku, don't worry."
Feeling Kiku pull way was hard, especially when he knew the other needed the comfort as much as he did, knew the other was trying to stabilize himself against the assault that the room was lying against his mind. Turkey knew that a friend in these situations would help; it helped for him when Veneziano was here to remind him he wasn’t the type of man to hurt another just because he could in a fit of anger…or at least he wasn’t anymore. His friends had helped with that, had helped him change throughout the years, had made him see the error of his ways, and this was one way he could pay one of them back. He would help Kiku remain strong in this fight and lend him whatever strength it took to keep his mind sane, to prove to him that this place wasn’t stronger than their efforts combined.
It was extremely apparent when he felt the hold on his arm, on that showed his friend needed help, and needed out of this room. He could give Kiku the comfort he needed, and the strength to get through this challenge. It was just a shame that all it had went down in the library, the one room where Sadiq had always admired in other places. It was a place of knowledge, a place to seek answers to the unknown and to possibly find joy in the make-believe… not in fear of the unknown and horror of the thoughts that were forced inside your head by someone other than yourself. Sadiq knew he had to help. But just as quickly as he made up his mind, Kiku pulled away…shattering the link that had bonded them in that split second of time, the link that allowed for the empathy of shared experiences.
“I’m sorry, Sadiq-san, I know you...wouldn't hurt me. It's this place...This room is a poison. It seeps in and twists everything you believe in, everything you once knew to be true. Please, we need to get out of here as soon as possible…”
“As soon as possible huh…”
Looking around, an idea popped into his head, one that he knew would possibly scandalize the older nation… but sometimes the most prudent acts were like that.. at least in his book. Sadiq knew he wasn’t the one that usually thought things through to how it might look, but sometimes, doing things quickly to prevent other occurrences took precedence to modern sensibilities that had no place in horror houses, where life and death and sanity were on the line.
“Please, perhaps you should lead the way. Maybe your presence means whatever trickery here is weakening. Perhaps there is hope.”
Looking down on his companion, he could only nod. He would lead the way so to speak, and he would do it so they both got out of the dreaded library, but not in the way that Kiku was thinking about. Walking around to face Kiku, he nodded and moved closer and quickly, before his friend could protest or back away, he wrapped his hands around his waist and picked him up, setting him over his should and turned around to start walking to where the exit would be. He balanced Kiku on his shoulder with one hand over his lower back, but otherwise, movement would not be hindered. Sadiq knew that he would be open to a hit to the kidneys like this, but it was the quickest way he could think of to get them both out quickly and to make sure Kiku had a gentle hand to help drive those horrendous thoughts away.
“There now, we’ll be out of here before you know it, just relax and focus on the calming sound of my voice. Now, what do you want to do once we get out of this place? Grab some food and perhaps a nice sauna, release all the stress and start the return to our normal lives.”
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