crotchroses | ♕ sept; [voice; English/French]

Bonjour! It seems it's time for me to make several announcements as well as requests!

When we are finished assisting those ungrateful putes, would anyone like to meet with me in Discedo for a small gathering? To celebrate our accomplishment and keep each other company after such a hard time. Oh! And if you bring the ingredients, I will cook!~

Oui, anyone is invited, but I need an estimate of who will join us.

If there is anyone in Spero who will cross over to Discedo through the tunnel while we are working on it, tell me, s'il vous plait. It is important I know. I am there assisting with the work and food, of course.

[locked to ROSEMARY:]

[in French:] ... Eh... Angleterre, I must speak with you.

[locked to ARTHUR:]

[Also in French:] You. Moi. There are things we need to discuss. If you aren't still alive, I will find you and kill you myself.

[ooc: France is taking a breather on the shore of the lake. And by breather I mean he's pacing frustratedly and it... strangely looks as though he's contemplating going for a swim.

note1: IM me at MayorOfCantown if anyone wants to plot! I had him post in the work log. He also lives in Latimir and he's been making frequent supply runs so if you want to say they've met, just let me know in IM or somethin'!]

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((PULLS AWAY

RESISTS

BITCH I WILL SLAP YOU.

Even if it's hard. He can't maneuver properly to turn over and punch you in the jaw, so he tries something else and rolls away. FUCK YES.

But. It's pretty obvious he's lost function of his arm. The blood streams down his sleeve. He's not sure if he's in pain. He knows he is. He'll try to stand.))

Fuck off!

I'm not letting history repeat itself. You can go back to hating me and ignoring me after I take out this bullet and make sure you don't bleed to death. Fucking serves you right for shooting me twice. If you can't move your arm, it means you could die if it hit an artery.

((His lips tighten, his eyes narrow.

He hates you.

He is from 1916 and he hates your fucking guts.

But you're right. This is bad. He stares hard and aggressive, as a bear would before bellowing on his hind legs. His gaze turns away though, and and it softens. He looks upset.

He questioned, for a brief moment, his age. He had grown up so fast.))

((As soon as France tries to reach for him and help him stand, he resists.))

Don't touch me.

I SAID DON'T TOUCH ME.

I SAID SHUT UP!

((FINE BRO. STAND HIM BACK UP.

HE'LL JUST FLOP BACK ON THE GROUND AGAIN.))

SHITHEAD! You cannot out-stubborn me!

((HIS SHIRT.

IT JUST RIPPED.

HE IS NOW SLEEVELESS, ROCKING A RIPPED MUSCLE SHIRT, AND LAYING IN THE SAND LIKE A DEFEATED MAN.

But oh. Defeat never looked so attractive. He stares up.))

Forget it. Fuck off. Go home. Call that stupid kid of yours and tell him you're alive.

I did not say you could talk! Get on your feet!

FRANCE STOP THIS.

WHAT IF I WANT TO LAY HERE.

HAVE YOU CONSIDERED THAT.

MAYBE I HAVE A SOUL AND I WANT TO REFLECT ON IT.

MAYBE I NEED TIME TO THINK.

CONSIDERING YOU JUST SHOT THE LIFE OUT OF MY GODDAMN ARM.

YOU IDIOT YOU'RE GOING TO DIE! The only thing you should reflect on is your sister kicking my ass. And me getting you to the hospital!

I won't die. I still have one good arm and two good feet. I'll fucking kill the next asshole who threatens my life; or disturbs my respite.

You're still a human with a shit body and you've lost a lot of blood. Respite my ass!

Who knows? The dead come back to life, as we both know. Maybe we aren't so human.

Those putes do that to everyone! They drag us back to life regardless of our humanity! We're human here and now, flesh and blood that doesn't heal quickly enough! You are Ludwig, I am Francis, now move your fucking feet.

The twentieth century is behind me and I am finished forcing young nations to grow up too fast before the rest of us leech off them!

Do you hear me?

MOVE.

((/ignores.))

((PULLS THE GUN OUT OF HIS PANTS AND AIMS IT AT FRANCE))

Reconsider.

((Wow quitting, then. He lifts his stray arm on his torso and deals with it, like a boss. You can drag him forever.))

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