6:30 PM - AFTER VOTINGhetaliafiaNovember 17 2010, 05:30:51 UTC
[ Voting is now over. England was selected after a tie. Shortly after 6:00 PM, he disappeared...
The Captain's Room is an interesting place. With wood panelling and relics from times long past, it looks like a good place to sit, think, and strategize. A vintage globe sits on the desk. Slumped over it is a man who was once the most powerful empire on Earth. His arms embrace the globe close to his body, fingers tight, knuckles drawn white.
He is pale and cold to the touch. His eyes are closed peacefully. At first sight, nothing seems wrong.
But if you walk around the desk, what has happened is obvious. There is a knife in England's back, buried deep between his shoulderblades.
The blood that pools out and stains his blazer is a shimmering, dark, inky black.]
Choked laughter, absolutely mad laughter, but still laughter. Delirious and weak and half-insane, she laughs, and then falls to her knees and buries her face in her hands, sobbing.]
[He puts a hand on her shoulder. There's no triumph or satisfaction on his face. Maybe there would have been, but . . . he saw the way the vote turned out.
He can't deny it to himself anymore.]
We finally got one of them. Thanks to you.
And now it's pretty obvious who the rest of the demons are.
[She remains on her knees, crouched, curled over herself, trembling, for a long while after Prussia speaks. She saw the votes too. It's all too overwhelming to think about. They've bought themselves some more time, at least...
When she speaks, her voice is a dull rasp. No, nothing will burn tonight.]
Not just myself. You, too. [She looks over her shoulder at him.] Anh Prussia...
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...Are these...are these their last moments?
Who would paint such things?
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They wouldn't have wanted to be remembered that way.
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He looks like he wants to talk.]
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[she's very carefully not looking at the portraits of her siblings.]
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Those bastards . . . they're going to pay for this.
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We could burn it all.
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What do you want to do?
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...A chair'll probably work, right?
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The Captain's Room is an interesting place. With wood panelling and relics from times long past, it looks like a good place to sit, think, and strategize. A vintage globe sits on the desk. Slumped over it is a man who was once the most powerful empire on Earth. His arms embrace the globe close to his body, fingers tight, knuckles drawn white.
He is pale and cold to the touch. His eyes are closed peacefully. At first sight, nothing seems wrong.
But if you walk around the desk, what has happened is obvious. There is a knife in England's back, buried deep between his shoulderblades.
The blood that pools out and stains his blazer is a shimmering, dark, inky black.]
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Choked laughter, absolutely mad laughter, but still laughter. Delirious and weak and half-insane, she laughs, and then falls to her knees and buries her face in her hands, sobbing.]
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He can't deny it to himself anymore.]
We finally got one of them. Thanks to you.
And now it's pretty obvious who the rest of the demons are.
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When she speaks, her voice is a dull rasp. No, nothing will burn tonight.]
Not just myself. You, too. [She looks over her shoulder at him.] Anh Prussia...
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