Twenty-Two Force Metals «Action»

[steel_massifail]

[[So Massimo's found a frozen pond -- YES, in fact, it IS cold enough -- to skate on. He's called up his quivering friend, Latvia, to be the judge, and his other friend, Amy, to be his ice dancing partner. He doesn't have skates because LOL POOR, so he's just wearing his boots. He can be seen stumbling on the ice for the first little while of his

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[ringaroundrose]

[Running up!]

Massimo!

1/2

[steel_massifail]

[[TOTALLY FALLS RIGHT ON HIS ASS IN SURPRISE]]

[steel_massifail]

H-hi, Amy.

[ringaroundrose]

Whoops... sorry.

[limerenceloli]

[Watches. Because Latvia is there and she wants to protect him I mean, because Saya has come up with four and a half beet recipes already and is looking for inspiration for a fifth.

WHICH MEANS SHE will be cracking open a hole at the farthest edge of the ice pond and lowering a fishing line into it. INGREDIENTS for, uh, HORSERADISH-CRUSTED SALMON WITH BEETS.]

[steel_massifail]

[[He takes notice of her. Eventually.]]

Saya, the only thing you're going to catch is a cold.

[limerenceloli]

Will most certainly not, comrade. The fiery spirit of Motherland will keep Saya warm!

[Guess who began dropping pronouns in their speech?]

[steel_massifail]

...

[[wat]]

Does Saya also like speaking in the third person?

ahh sorry for this being so late, I slept most of the day ;;

[bawlingforsoup]

[He'll be watching from an old box off on the sidelines, feet swinging and thumping against the box with a dull thud.]

D-Don't lift your feet when you w-walk, Mister Massimo. Just s-slide your feet l-like you're in s-socks on a s-smooth floor.

B-BECAUSE WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO DO A BIG THREAD i'm sorry

[steel_massifail]

[[A nod, and THE COMPETITION BEGINS. Massimo and Amy dance gracefully across the ice, hand in hand, moving to the music all around them: the music of communism is in the very air around them.

Graceful twirls and spins, and the occasional spill on Massimo's part, but the beautiful dance goes as planned.

And then Massimo slips, falls, lands on the back of his head, and is OUT COLD.

But he won, so it's all good.]]

[bawlingforsoup]

[HE'S TOO SOBER FOR DIS SHIT--He actually finds himself humming along to the music, recognizing it as the instrumentals of the anthem. He knows this, likes it, but he's still not recognizing himself as Russian. Never in a million years, mang.

And then he falls.

What.

Staring for all of five seconds before Latvia tries to scoot his way out onto the ice.]

M-Mister Massimo?!

[steel_massifail]

[[Massimo may be knocked out, but he's got a stupid grin on his face.]]