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rules_the_north) wrote2011-09-17 02:52 pm
rules_the_north) wrote2011-09-17 02:52 pm
*55; 18:00-text / 2:00- voice/action
18:00
There's a memorial yard in Dissimulo, behind the church. Like a graveyard for those who left. Will help put up memorial stones.
Soup kichen's next to it, you'll find me there.
The peguins are called "Prinnies". Explode when thrown, sometimes just so. Be careful.
Head count. Who lives in Dissimulo, and where? Keeping track of it for emergencies.
Sweden, Finland, Norway, Ran Mori, white haired child
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[And then, about eight hours later, there is another post. This time it is voice and definitely accidential, because all you can hear is someone screaming. And this time, it is not Finland, at least not at first. You might never heard this before, and chances are that you will never hear it again. It is Sweden.
You don't wake up with you not!brother's shit eating grin split in two next to you and stay perfectly calm.
The feed cuts off when the communicator is knocked to the ground as hell breaks loose in the Nordic bed.]
There's a memorial yard in Dissimulo, behind the church. Like a graveyard for those who left. Will help put up memorial stones.
Soup kichen's next to it, you'll find me there.
The peguins are called "Prinnies". Explode when thrown, sometimes just so. Be careful.
Head count. Who lives in Dissimulo, and where? Keeping track of it for emergencies.
Sweden, Finland, Norway, Ran Mori, white haired child
2:00
[And then, about eight hours later, there is another post. This time it is voice and definitely accidential, because all you can hear is someone screaming. And this time, it is not Finland, at least not at first. You might never heard this before, and chances are that you will never hear it again. It is Sweden.
You don't wake up with you not!brother's shit eating grin split in two next to you and stay perfectly calm.
The feed cuts off when the communicator is knocked to the ground as hell breaks loose in the Nordic bed.]
[a few minutes later or so]
[static]
A corpse.
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[ Uhhhh. ] Where?
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[Still trying to figure this out, so he will sound even scarier because tenser than normal.]
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A corpse in your bed.
[ This conversation's so productive. ] Seriously?
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...D'nmark's.
[His voice nearly breaks at that, and it isn't sure if it is from shock, almost-crying, or maybe bile rising up his throat or something of that kind. It isn't the first time that he sees a dead man. Not the first time he has seen a split head. Not even the first time seeing one close up.
BUT.]
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He's here again? [ No, wait, back up. ] I mean, I'm sorry to hear that....
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[They shouldn't. It's creepy. Especially when... they are nations and nobody but him is allowed to kill Denmark.]
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What happened? [ He'd like to think there are rules in this place, but he already knows that if there are any, they're probably just there to be broken. ]
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[At least not from what he can remember right now.]
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