germany / axis power hetalia / open dienstlichJuly 25 2011, 03:19:26 UTC
[His collar is made of smooth plain silvery metal. It's thick and he tested his strength on it to find it useless. It is just a collar though, he can deal with it until he can find someone who has the means and equipment to get it off.
He sets off down the hallway, unconsciously counting his steps. And on his tenth step, he knew before it actually happened, the metal shrunk and he can feel it closed in around his neck. It was a hardly noticeable amount but he knew and he stopped in his tracks. His eyes widen and he told himself to breathe.]
[ There's some snickering coming from behind Germany. ]
Dire straits, comrade! Dire straits, indeed! [ Pravus wags a finger at the collared man, and is soon skipping around to his front. ] Or perhaps I'm mistaken, and that is merely a fashion accessory?
[ Why so serious, Germany? Death threats are fun, fun, fun! Another giggle, and Pravus has drawn close, too close for an ordinary person's comfort. ]
They left you the same note, eh? Bang or get banged? [ He's leaning in to examine the collar more closely now; there's one around his own neck, too, with a timer counting down. ] Tried taking it off already, I'm presuming? Quite a spot of trouble you're in. Hm, yes, quite a spot...
[He's always this serious, unfortunately. That said, fun is not the word to describe him or this situation. He doesn't shy away from the stranger but he does frown even deeper and stare hard at him and at their matching collar.] You're correct. But given the collar that you have on, I would rephrase your comment to "quite a spot of trouble we're in."
ONE MILLION YEARS LATER...loveisjusticeJuly 30 2011, 00:53:57 UTC
[ That frown of Germany's simply won't do! Pravus just grins all the brighter himself, not the least bit fazed by his own predicament. ]
Oh, I wouldn't say so. Sex isn't a particular problem for me. It's a way of life, an absolute reality, just as the sun sets and rises each day!
[ Sapphire eyes shine at Germany, taking him in for the first time. He's a handsome fellow, brawn and muscle and utterly masculine features; Pravus is reminded of one of his soldiers back home, of their perfection, and his cheery grin soon shifts into a coy smile. ]
Perhaps we can be of assistance to each other, then? [ A pale hand skims along Germany's chest. ] You certainly seem an apt man for the task...
[His frown eases, but he's not smiling either. He faces Pravus with a stern demeanor, purely because he's making a joke of this. What an impudent child. He is reminded of his brother and his affinity towards danger as if it's some sort of aphrodisiac. He grips the hand on his chest with his own, it's firm like his eyes. When he opens his mouth, however, his voice is soften with gratitude his eyes doesn't reflect.]
I do require your assistance. Thank you for your offer. Please, follow me.
[He lets go of Pravus' hand promptly and marches towards a the next available room. He still counts his steps and feels with his ear for the other's presence. But when he gets there, seated on the edge of a bed, his head is almost spinning from the lack of oxygen.]
[ What contradictory behavior! So stern, and yet underneath, Pravus can detect hints of passion. A resolution to their task, no matter how profane. This clearly warranted further study... ]
But of course, my friend! [ A mockery of a bow follows. ] I'll follow in all due haste! For no doubt this matter is most pressing, if not for myself, then for you! And who could ever accuse me of cruelty?
[ Just about everyone who died by his merciless hand, but he won't elaborate on that for now. Instead, he follows dutifully along, like a dog on a leash. He doesn't even bother shutting the door behind himself when they reach the room; privacy is a foreign concept to this one.
Rather than attend to Germany immediately, he's glancing about the room curiously, poking at a fancy vase. Apparently his attention span is somewhat limited. ]
[She hears his steps as he walks down the hallway. She also hears him when he stops and so she turns her head to look at him as he does]
[Prussia sits by the window calmly in an almost unnatural state of stillness. She has a collar around her neck as well, a smooth plain metal one like the one he has on but hers hang a bit loose around her neck. This collar doesn't mean to choke the life out of her, but it has poison and if she doesn't do as that note says, the collar will tighten just enough around her neck and pump slow, liquid death into her pale throat. She's already gotten a taste of the poison and she's more than eager to get this collar of. And besides, how unawesome would it be to die by poison? Definitely not awesome]
[She stands, the gesture graceful, and she moves toward him. The heels of her boots make no sound against the carpeted floors. It's completely anti-climatic and the thought makes her smirk a little]
[He frowns. There's a tingle of familiarity to this woman walking towards him, a sense of cockiness that he's accustomed to in another form. He can't help but shrink away, avert his eyes for a moment before meeting the woman head on.]
Hallo.
[That was easily just as anti-climatic, but he pays no mind to it. He looks at the collar on her neck and tugs at his.] I'm assuming you're in the same situation that I am, correct?
[She smirks at him a little, taking him in. Tall, blond, handsome. She can do much worse definitely. Violet eyes wander to his hand as he touches his own collar before flitting up to meet his serious gaze. That seriousness doesn't put her off one bit. It's familiar and she's long learned not to let seriousness on a hard face intimidate her one bit]
[She tilts her head a little to the side, her voice with a bit of raspy drawl (which he also might find familiar) when she speaks] Care to help a girl out? I'll definitely make it worth your while...
still very slow D:dienstlichJuly 30 2011, 05:10:37 UTC
[It's not like he has a choice. His body is a landmass, his blood and veins are water ways and rivers. If he dies of such a silly thing, his people would be lost. He can't let that happen, he is bound to his people and he'll endure what they can't.]
I think I might need your help as well. Please, follow me.
[He walks back to the direction where he came from, a red room without windows. He sneaks glances back to make sure that familiar being is following. The collar tightens slightly, he keeps swallowing and it gets harder and harder to do so. When he reaches the room, he's breathing a bit harder. The collar thankfully acknowledges his compliance and loosens its grip slightly as he sits on the bed and breathes.]
[The collars seem to know that they are being compliant. Once Prussia has resigned herself to the fact that she needs to have sex to survive, it pretty much as stopped making her skin sting and her head heavy]
[She plops down beside her, well, savior with as little grace and ceremony as is customary with her. As she leans and starts taking off her boots, she glances to him and notes that he's trying to get in as much breath as he could into his lungs]
[He straighten immediately and follows her movements. His casual boots comes off and that's all he does before his attention shifts to her. He clears his throat, squares his shoulders and holds out a hand to shake. He was never good at realizing when something formal was out of place. But he figured an introduction was in order considering what was about to happen. It would be rude otherwise.]
[A smirk touched with whimsy lifts the sides of her lips as she takes his hand and shakes it with probably more aplomb than she should. Don't worry, Ludwig. She does this to most everyone, especially her straight-laced sister]
You can call me Julia.
[This Ludwig really does remind her of her little sister in some ways. The seriousness, the formality, even the coloring is almost the same. And she probably shouldn't be thinking of her sister at a time like this, right?]
[He nods curtly and gives a good squeeze to her hand. His brother taught him that you can tell a lot from a good handshake. Funny how that comes to his mind at this time. She looks so much like his brother, maybe if she ties her hair back, give that smirk...]
He sets off down the hallway, unconsciously counting his steps. And on his tenth step, he knew before it actually happened, the metal shrunk and he can feel it closed in around his neck. It was a hardly noticeable amount but he knew and he stopped in his tracks. His eyes widen and he told himself to breathe.]
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Dire straits, comrade! Dire straits, indeed! [ Pravus wags a finger at the collared man, and is soon skipping around to his front. ] Or perhaps I'm mistaken, and that is merely a fashion accessory?
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You haven't mistaken.
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They left you the same note, eh? Bang or get banged? [ He's leaning in to examine the collar more closely now; there's one around his own neck, too, with a timer counting down. ] Tried taking it off already, I'm presuming? Quite a spot of trouble you're in. Hm, yes, quite a spot...
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Oh, I wouldn't say so. Sex isn't a particular problem for me. It's a way of life, an absolute reality, just as the sun sets and rises each day!
[ Sapphire eyes shine at Germany, taking him in for the first time. He's a handsome fellow, brawn and muscle and utterly masculine features; Pravus is reminded of one of his soldiers back home, of their perfection, and his cheery grin soon shifts into a coy smile. ]
Perhaps we can be of assistance to each other, then? [ A pale hand skims along Germany's chest. ] You certainly seem an apt man for the task...
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I do require your assistance. Thank you for your offer. Please, follow me.
[He lets go of Pravus' hand promptly and marches towards a the next available room. He still counts his steps and feels with his ear for the other's presence. But when he gets there, seated on the edge of a bed, his head is almost spinning from the lack of oxygen.]
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But of course, my friend! [ A mockery of a bow follows. ] I'll follow in all due haste! For no doubt this matter is most pressing, if not for myself, then for you! And who could ever accuse me of cruelty?
[ Just about everyone who died by his merciless hand, but he won't elaborate on that for now. Instead, he follows dutifully along, like a dog on a leash. He doesn't even bother shutting the door behind himself when they reach the room; privacy is a foreign concept to this one.
Rather than attend to Germany immediately, he's glancing about the room curiously, poking at a fancy vase. Apparently his attention span is somewhat limited. ]
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[Prussia sits by the window calmly in an almost unnatural state of stillness. She has a collar around her neck as well, a smooth plain metal one like the one he has on but hers hang a bit loose around her neck. This collar doesn't mean to choke the life out of her, but it has poison and if she doesn't do as that note says, the collar will tighten just enough around her neck and pump slow, liquid death into her pale throat. She's already gotten a taste of the poison and she's more than eager to get this collar of. And besides, how unawesome would it be to die by poison? Definitely not awesome]
[She stands, the gesture graceful, and she moves toward him. The heels of her boots make no sound against the carpeted floors. It's completely anti-climatic and the thought makes her smirk a little]
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Hallo.
[That was easily just as anti-climatic, but he pays no mind to it. He looks at the collar on her neck and tugs at his.] I'm assuming you're in the same situation that I am, correct?
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[She smirks at him a little, taking him in. Tall, blond, handsome. She can do much worse definitely. Violet eyes wander to his hand as he touches his own collar before flitting up to meet his serious gaze. That seriousness doesn't put her off one bit. It's familiar and she's long learned not to let seriousness on a hard face intimidate her one bit]
[She tilts her head a little to the side, her voice with a bit of raspy drawl (which he also might find familiar) when she speaks] Care to help a girl out? I'll definitely make it worth your while...
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I think I might need your help as well. Please, follow me.
[He walks back to the direction where he came from, a red room without windows. He sneaks glances back to make sure that familiar being is following. The collar tightens slightly, he keeps swallowing and it gets harder and harder to do so. When he reaches the room, he's breathing a bit harder. The collar thankfully acknowledges his compliance and loosens its grip slightly as he sits on the bed and breathes.]
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[She plops down beside her, well, savior with as little grace and ceremony as is customary with her. As she leans and starts taking off her boots, she glances to him and notes that he's trying to get in as much breath as he could into his lungs]
You need any help?
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[He straighten immediately and follows her movements. His casual boots comes off and that's all he does before his attention shifts to her. He clears his throat, squares his shoulders and holds out a hand to shake. He was never good at realizing when something formal was out of place. But he figured an introduction was in order considering what was about to happen. It would be rude otherwise.]
My name is Ludwig.
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You can call me Julia.
[This Ludwig really does remind her of her little sister in some ways. The seriousness, the formality, even the coloring is almost the same. And she probably shouldn't be thinking of her sister at a time like this, right?]
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Julia. Have we met before?
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