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 Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 11:30 pm
Maverick smiled as he took her hand gently "im glad. i took a small nap but its not enough to have me at my fullest. " he told her "So shall we go?"
((i ish sheepy =( all the stress of today has made me tired =( ))
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 11:40 pm
Francis was slightly surprised by his reaction. Okay. He understood what that could potentially mean. He looked to Spy, <"I take it the man who did this to you was English, Canadian, American, Belarusian, Hungarian, or German? Or potentially French as well?"> Any one of those was a plausible explanation, and Francis really had no way of knowing himself, after all. He had been bed ridden the entire time. And the worst part about this kind of pain, was that no amount of medicine would help any of their wounds or illnesses. Their health would come back once their home was fixed.
Natasha heard him and nodded, turning towards him, hugging him gently, "I'm glad too." She looked up to him, kissing his cheek softly.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 11:47 pm
<"German, yes..."> Spy replied, with a sigh. <"If I just kill him quickly, would it still hurt your friend badly?"> He really would have preferred to torture the Medic and put that man in as much pain as he himself had been, but that wasn't looking like a possibility... However, he still couldn't let him live. Not with what he knew... Damn it, where was his cigarette case? He needed a smoke.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 11:49 pm
Arthur failed at sleep once more, so he just lay there.
Matthew heard Al's voice and immediately looked up. A smile on his face as he picked up his pace and ran over to him. "Hey Al.. Francis is okay. He is better. Actually, he got up and left. Going to go see Spy... Arthur didn't like that idea.." He shrugged. "Arthur is in a bad mood. Its best to just avoid him right now I think. Whatever has happened, its not left him in a good mood." He said, hugging Alfred. "I'm glad you're okay."
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 12:07 am
Francis listened to him. He understood where Spy was coming from and what he wanted, and so Francis tried to think about it. They had never really gone through it on such a large scale, and Francis was honestly a little worried about what it would do. <"I do not know. I do know that when you were drugged, I felt the effects of it. I do not know if a death would kill Ludwig or if it would just be as if it were a small pain."> He looked to Spy, <"So, it comes down to if you are willing to potentially destroy Germany or not.>"
Alfred listened to Matthew. He was glad Francis was able to walk. It was really a good thing. He was worried about his father figure however, knowing that he had a habit of getting... attached to that parenting role. But he tore his mind from that and looked to Matthew, "I wish I could say the same thing about Germany. But he's in bed now too. We captured an enemy- the one who was torturing Spy- he's German. As you can imagine, Ludwig isn't too happy."
((I g2g to bed, I'm tired. Night =03))
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 12:18 am
Luka was bored, so she decided to wander the halls and sing to herself. She passed Arthur's room (why is she in the boy's section? Who knows) as she continued singing Packaged. Honestly, it wasn't as much fin to sing without an audience, but she wasn't in the mood to sing to Gakupo. (Perhaps that's why she wandered the boy's section. She was in the mood for attention.)
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 12:21 am
Spy listened, remembering what he had heard previously. There was only one Medic here, to his knowledge. One German man. If killing Medic meant the destruction of an entire country... Well, he really didn't give a damn, but the others would most likely stop him from potentially harming an ally... "Merde," Spy repeated. <"I suppose... I'll just have to wait until we go back to our own world, and deal with all the risks that go with that..."> It hardly seemed fair. The one man he wanted to murder more than anyone else, the one man he needed to make certain wouldn't talk, and he couldn't do one damned thing to him. Well, nothing obvious, at least. If he could find a way to kill that man and make himself look completely innocent, he would do so in a heartbeat.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 12:48 am
((I'm just going to say this right now so everyone knows; I don't know any violin or classical music at all. I'm too lazy to go look anything up (although if I stumble across something later, I might make use of it). So, I'm going to be vague as hell.))
Medic had woken up, gotten dressed, eaten, and sat around bored for a few minutes. Television had nothing that interested him, there were no books to read... Then his attention turned to the violin the one man had made for him. He picked it up, and began tuning it. Despite his low expectations, it really didn't sound all that bad. It could be better, yes, but it could easily be much, much worse. So, the German man began to play, picking a song that was a bit faster-paced to get his mind off of not being able to go anywhere or do anything. True, he hadn't tried simply walking out the door and past the robots, but the way he had been talked to made it clear he wouldn't get past them.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 12:59 am
Miku heard the music coming from behind the gaurded door and paused, curious as to what was behind said door. Obviously it was some one interested in music that was outside of her group. This made the pink-haired girl grin as she carefully walked to the door, hoping the robots wouldn't try to hurt her. She spoke loudly so that her computerized voice would make it past the door at a normal conversation tone. "That is very good playing."
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 1:06 am
Medic wasn't expecting anyone to visit him aside from Spy to make an attempt on his life, Heavy, or the one who had electrocuted him to say that it was time for the mission. Hearing an odd, woman's voice startled him enough to stop playing. Apprehensive as he was at inviting anyone in... it was a woman. "You may come in, if you vish," he called out. "Zhe robots are only zhere to schtop zhe RED Spy from getting in, und me from getting out." Now, she'd either be frightened away or curious as to why he wasn't allowed to leave...
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 1:11 am
Luka heard the voice and was curious. Wasn't that the guy Gakupo had grabbed earlier and gotten eletricuted while confining him? She had no idea he would be into music. Well, she saw no reason why not to go in. She opened the door and stepped in before closing it bhind her. "Oh, you are the guy Gakupo grabbed earlier. Sorry about him. He's a moron."
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 1:19 am
Medic's first impression of this girl was that she must not be very bright. Apologizing for someone that had only assisted in taking an enemy prisoner? Calling him a moron for doing so? Stupid. Still... It wasn't often someone actually appreciated it when he played. "You like my playing, ja?" he asked, to avoid commenting on what she said. "It is hard to find mercenaries zhat share an interest in such zhings."
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 1:36 am
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying he's an idiot for grabbing you. It was how he did it that's an embarrassment to me and Vocaloid. I think I may have hit him one too many times..." Luka could guess what he was thinking. She then went back to their conversation and nodded with a smile. "I love music, and your playing was very skillful, even on a violin that isn't the best made."
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 1:50 am
((Why, oh why can I so easily picture Scout singing and dancing to this?)) Violent towards stupidity, with a true appreciation of music and ear for talent... Perhaps he'd been a bit too quick to judge. "Danke," he thanked, giving a short bow. "Vould you like me to continue?" he asked, getting ready to play as if she had already answered "yes."
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 6:59 am
((Because you have a great imagination?))
Vegisa was wondering the city with a look of dissapointment on her face. She had no choice but to stay in her normal state and wear a shirt with the vest. She sighed as she moved her arm a little but it was still sore. She wasn't paying attention and bumped into Gackupo, "Ow, dammit." She whined. "Sorry about that Gackupo..." Vegisa said.
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