Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2011 15:55:14 GMT -6
Was it really such a good idea to separate from the rest of the Nordics? No, probably not -especially after everything that they had already been through. He had left the camera with them for protection and promised to come back as soon as he possibly could, although it was hard to tell what time it was in this hellhole. Although, truth be told he was the one who had volunteered to go exploring -being the most able-bodied of the Nordics at the time- but had hesitated at the last second because of Norway. He still wasn't fully healed yet, and if anything happened to Lukas, to any of the assembled Nordics he probably would have lost the will to live. Of course in typical Norway fashion, the smaller man had rolled his eyes and pushed the Dane out the door with a,
"We'll be fine, moron. Just come back soon and don't get killed because of your thickheaded-ness." before slamming the door shut with an air of finality.
There was a good point in wondering away: he had actually found himself a weapon; a handsomely made, single-edged battle ax. Of course it had nothing on the collection he had back home, the familiar weight of such a large weapon felt good in his hands, comforting. Norway's sword had been better than nothing, but Mathias was never the type to use swords, even though he could use one just as well -if not better- than any Viking he had ever fought beside.
Self-praise aside, the Dane had found himself in what seemed to be a music room, and from the looks of it people had been playing these instruments not too long ago. Did the spirits trapped in this purgatory like music? Denmark chuckled at the thought of lost souls attempting to draw a bow across a set of strings or press down on the keys of a piano. Then again, these spirits were very, very tangible; he had a nicely sized bruise on his stomach to prove that. fortunately he hadn't run into any more spirits on his way to the second floor otherwise he... Mathias trembling slightly. He didn't want to think what would happen if he ran into a malicious spirit.
The large man clicked his tongue lightly and strode over to the piano, setting his ax against the body and running a gloved over the ivory keys, noticeable streaks of dust following the action. If Austria was here -if Austria was still alive- he would have thrown a bitchfit about the condition of the piano.
Mathias offhandedly pressed down on one of the keys, a low, almost trembling note, filled the empty room.
"We'll be fine, moron. Just come back soon and don't get killed because of your thickheaded-ness." before slamming the door shut with an air of finality.
There was a good point in wondering away: he had actually found himself a weapon; a handsomely made, single-edged battle ax. Of course it had nothing on the collection he had back home, the familiar weight of such a large weapon felt good in his hands, comforting. Norway's sword had been better than nothing, but Mathias was never the type to use swords, even though he could use one just as well -if not better- than any Viking he had ever fought beside.
Self-praise aside, the Dane had found himself in what seemed to be a music room, and from the looks of it people had been playing these instruments not too long ago. Did the spirits trapped in this purgatory like music? Denmark chuckled at the thought of lost souls attempting to draw a bow across a set of strings or press down on the keys of a piano. Then again, these spirits were very, very tangible; he had a nicely sized bruise on his stomach to prove that. fortunately he hadn't run into any more spirits on his way to the second floor otherwise he... Mathias trembling slightly. He didn't want to think what would happen if he ran into a malicious spirit.
The large man clicked his tongue lightly and strode over to the piano, setting his ax against the body and running a gloved over the ivory keys, noticeable streaks of dust following the action. If Austria was here -if Austria was still alive- he would have thrown a bitchfit about the condition of the piano.
Mathias offhandedly pressed down on one of the keys, a low, almost trembling note, filled the empty room.