+004 [Action // closed to Norway]
[ The crystals are weird. Without any warning, they started appearing everywhere. In the streets, in the doorstep, even in the bathroom. Iceland found one there this morning. Of course, he didn't touch it, because he'd seen what happened to the people who touched it over the network. The last thing he need was some bizarre reminder that he's far away from home. He left the crystal there in the bathroom, untouchable. Someone else (read: Denmark) would probably touch it and have a wacky flashback or what. It's not his concern; he could care less about it.
Once he's out of the apartement, though, it's harder not to notice the crystal. They're sprawling around, ranging from the ones that as small as a fingernail (these ones are the hardest to avoid) to as big as a table. He stopped walking to observe his surroundings (read: Marshall street) and wondered if he should have stayed in the apartment instead. But getting holed in some secondhand apartment was boring after a while. There's not much to do aside from listening to the inane rambings of Denmark and checking the networks. The stupid scientists didn't even bother leaving a book or two or something along that line. Even he could appreciate some pointless board game during times like this. Anything to keep his mind occupied. That being said, a reasonable-sized crystal floats down gently from the sky, only inches away from him. He couldn't help but extends a finger to touch it, but wait. Someone else could arrived any second from now, and who knows which memory the crystal decided to play. He'd rather keep his memories private, good or not, thank you very much.
But you know how they said that curiosity kills the cat? There's nothing's wrong in touching one, anyway. The crystals posed no real danger. And it's so beautiful, floating down slowly from the sky like a sparkling raindrop. Without examined his surroundings once more, the platinum-haired Nordic touched it. This is when the zany flashback starts.
A picturesque landscape; snow draped on it like a soft blanket, scretching endlessly into the horizon. An ocean of snow, literally. The landscape gave off a desolate, serene and maybe slightly eerie air, similar to the young man that's standing there. With pale blond hair and dull blue eyes, he certainly looked familiar. He's in his teens, though, not in his twenties, if you recognized him. He was standing alone, deep in thought, but then a child with silver-white hair appeared in a flash, running into the young man; tugging at his sleeve, begging for his attention. His eyes was lighter than the teen's, a clear shade of pale blue, and he looked no older than seven years old. The young man snapped out from his trance, acknowledging the boy's presence and said something to him in Old Norse. The boy smiled and returned his words with something that sounds like a question. The older boy looked stunned for a moment, before nodded in approval and there's a vaguest hint of a smile in his otherwise unexpressive face. It earned a laugh from the child, before he exclaimed something with a smile on his face and hugged the older boy with obvious joy and adoration.
The memory ended. ]
[[ooc: Commentlog for mythicalism. The conversation they had: babby!Iceland asked Norway if he could call him big brother or not. Made by special request from Norway-mun. Hope I didn't fail too much there, orz. ]]
Once he's out of the apartement, though, it's harder not to notice the crystal. They're sprawling around, ranging from the ones that as small as a fingernail (these ones are the hardest to avoid) to as big as a table. He stopped walking to observe his surroundings (read: Marshall street) and wondered if he should have stayed in the apartment instead. But getting holed in some secondhand apartment was boring after a while. There's not much to do aside from listening to the inane rambings of Denmark and checking the networks. The stupid scientists didn't even bother leaving a book or two or something along that line. Even he could appreciate some pointless board game during times like this. Anything to keep his mind occupied. That being said, a reasonable-sized crystal floats down gently from the sky, only inches away from him. He couldn't help but extends a finger to touch it, but wait. Someone else could arrived any second from now, and who knows which memory the crystal decided to play. He'd rather keep his memories private, good or not, thank you very much.
But you know how they said that curiosity kills the cat? There's nothing's wrong in touching one, anyway. The crystals posed no real danger. And it's so beautiful, floating down slowly from the sky like a sparkling raindrop. Without examined his surroundings once more, the platinum-haired Nordic touched it. This is when the zany flashback starts.
A picturesque landscape; snow draped on it like a soft blanket, scretching endlessly into the horizon. An ocean of snow, literally. The landscape gave off a desolate, serene and maybe slightly eerie air, similar to the young man that's standing there. With pale blond hair and dull blue eyes, he certainly looked familiar. He's in his teens, though, not in his twenties, if you recognized him. He was standing alone, deep in thought, but then a child with silver-white hair appeared in a flash, running into the young man; tugging at his sleeve, begging for his attention. His eyes was lighter than the teen's, a clear shade of pale blue, and he looked no older than seven years old. The young man snapped out from his trance, acknowledging the boy's presence and said something to him in Old Norse. The boy smiled and returned his words with something that sounds like a question. The older boy looked stunned for a moment, before nodded in approval and there's a vaguest hint of a smile in his otherwise unexpressive face. It earned a laugh from the child, before he exclaimed something with a smile on his face and hugged the older boy with obvious joy and adoration.
The memory ended. ]
[[ooc: Commentlog for mythicalism. The conversation they had: babby!Iceland asked Norway if he could call him big brother or not. Made by special request from Norway-mun. Hope I didn't fail too much there, orz. ]]