-- Day 35 -- Action --
[It wasn't Wolfram's first event but it was his first taste of what an event could really do. People were hurt and mistreated, people were separated from friends and had forgotten who they were. He'd been a soldier in a human army for Shinou-heika's sake! A human army!
Then there was that.. date.. before the event. How utterly humiliating. Made worse by the fact that Pakistan--oh, that was another thing... He'd met her for the first time that night, in drag, and now he finds that she's been grossly murdered and has risen from the dead. She was a nice even if she was unknowingly stealing Poland's man. Sir Toris was probably beside himself and Poland would have to take care of that. And Poland? Oh.. Poland... what was that nation thinking!
WOLFRAM CAN STILL NOT GET OVER THE SIGHT OF POLAND IN BED WITH ANOTHER MAN OVER THAT COM-PU THING! Yes he himself had fallen into a drunken slumber with Poland but ON THE FLOOR! HOW COULD POLAND SLEEP IN ANOTHER MAN'S BED WHEN HE LOVED LITHUANIA!?!
Oh, this was making his head hurt. Stupid humans and their stupid prejudices against same-gender love! Sorry, Yuuri, he was trying very hard to maintain your ideals on human/mazoku equality but WHY DID HUMANS FROM HIS WORLD HATE PEOPLE FALLING IN LOVE AND BEING HAPPY?!]
[On horseback out on the checkerboard hills, Wolfram tried to ignore these thoughts, though. Another event was coming. Would it be like his first with the annoying letters or like his second with the desert and the gunshots? A ride around the grounds would help. Help him settle his temper, help his mind sort the strangeness of everything. Wolfram intended to ride from hills, to forest, to beach and back until either the horse or he needed a break.
Wonderland got stranger every day.]
Then there was that.. date.. before the event. How utterly humiliating. Made worse by the fact that Pakistan--oh, that was another thing... He'd met her for the first time that night, in drag, and now he finds that she's been grossly murdered and has risen from the dead. She was a nice even if she was unknowingly stealing Poland's man. Sir Toris was probably beside himself and Poland would have to take care of that. And Poland? Oh.. Poland... what was that nation thinking!
WOLFRAM CAN STILL NOT GET OVER THE SIGHT OF POLAND IN BED WITH ANOTHER MAN OVER THAT COM-PU THING! Yes he himself had fallen into a drunken slumber with Poland but ON THE FLOOR! HOW COULD POLAND SLEEP IN ANOTHER MAN'S BED WHEN HE LOVED LITHUANIA!?!
Oh, this was making his head hurt. Stupid humans and their stupid prejudices against same-gender love! Sorry, Yuuri, he was trying very hard to maintain your ideals on human/mazoku equality but WHY DID HUMANS FROM HIS WORLD HATE PEOPLE FALLING IN LOVE AND BEING HAPPY?!]
[On horseback out on the checkerboard hills, Wolfram tried to ignore these thoughts, though. Another event was coming. Would it be like his first with the annoying letters or like his second with the desert and the gunshots? A ride around the grounds would help. Help him settle his temper, help his mind sort the strangeness of everything. Wolfram intended to ride from hills, to forest, to beach and back until either the horse or he needed a break.
Wonderland got stranger every day.]