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mayfield_rpg2012-08-07 08:15 am
gezellig) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-08-07 08:15 am
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achtentwintig - still a human
[After over a year in Mayfield, Holland still has his human body. He's not quite sure what that means; has he aged? Will he be one year older, physically, forever? He hadn't really seen nations age quickly; he did used to be much smaller, but he hasn't been little in over 300 years.
Anyway, he didn't feel terribly different. Injuries hurt more, his body got aches and pains that it never got before, and it was just so easy to be killed, as a human. But other than that . . . well, it was different.
So when he gets the mail and finds two familiar looking envelopes, he's eager to open them. He'll tear both open and look at the pictures inside at the same time.
And what he sees are this and this this. There's an enormous noise in the backyard, and when the Netherlands turns back towards the house, he'll see a mast standing out behind it.
He was still a human.]
A - For housemates and anyone happening by Mitchell Rd.
[There is a very large ship in the backyard of 1447 Mitchell Rd. Holland notices that it's smaller, smaller than it should be. Still, it takes up almost all of the backyard, and the masts are well-visible above the houses. The cannon sits in the lawn, the grass and ground underneath indented from the weight of the metal. A few cannonballs are nearby. Netherlands will spend a lot of effort wheeling it to the front of the house, eventually using the car to tow it.
If the ship doesn't catch the attention of the neighbors, a cannonball being shot down the street probably will. After loading it attentively he'll light the fuse and take cover. He's careful to avoid houses, but some of the cars might not be so lucky as the cannonball flies down the street..
He's impressed it worked; it looks like the cannon has been at the bottom of the ocean for some time and he was mostly expecting it to explode. Holland will ignore the crashing sound of a cannonball hitting something; he'll move the cannon best he can and leave it against the curb in front of the house where, he guesses it works okay as an accent. It doesn't really go with the tulips though; he'll spend the morning polishing it best he can and trying to get most of the rust off.]
B - fora_gentle_boy
[Holland remembers all the people he'd talked to while he didn't have any memories. One of those people is Lucas. He's going to visit his friend now, and try to clear things up. There is a knock on the door in the afternoon.]
C- Phone
Hoi, you guys; this is Netherlands. I'm myself now and I remember what I should remember. Sorry.
. . . . sorry about the cannon.
Anyway, he didn't feel terribly different. Injuries hurt more, his body got aches and pains that it never got before, and it was just so easy to be killed, as a human. But other than that . . . well, it was different.
So when he gets the mail and finds two familiar looking envelopes, he's eager to open them. He'll tear both open and look at the pictures inside at the same time.
And what he sees are this and this this. There's an enormous noise in the backyard, and when the Netherlands turns back towards the house, he'll see a mast standing out behind it.
He was still a human.]
A - For housemates and anyone happening by Mitchell Rd.
[There is a very large ship in the backyard of 1447 Mitchell Rd. Holland notices that it's smaller, smaller than it should be. Still, it takes up almost all of the backyard, and the masts are well-visible above the houses. The cannon sits in the lawn, the grass and ground underneath indented from the weight of the metal. A few cannonballs are nearby. Netherlands will spend a lot of effort wheeling it to the front of the house, eventually using the car to tow it.
If the ship doesn't catch the attention of the neighbors, a cannonball being shot down the street probably will. After loading it attentively he'll light the fuse and take cover. He's careful to avoid houses, but some of the cars might not be so lucky as the cannonball flies down the street..
He's impressed it worked; it looks like the cannon has been at the bottom of the ocean for some time and he was mostly expecting it to explode. Holland will ignore the crashing sound of a cannonball hitting something; he'll move the cannon best he can and leave it against the curb in front of the house where, he guesses it works okay as an accent. It doesn't really go with the tulips though; he'll spend the morning polishing it best he can and trying to get most of the rust off.]
B - for
a_gentle_boy [Holland remembers all the people he'd talked to while he didn't have any memories. One of those people is Lucas. He's going to visit his friend now, and try to clear things up. There is a knock on the door in the afternoon.]
C- Phone
Hoi, you guys; this is Netherlands. I'm myself now and I remember what I should remember. Sorry.
. . . . sorry about the cannon.
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. . . he's never had the sensation of both forgetting and remembering at the same time. ]
Do you know why I think your name is Margot?
[No beating around the bush here.]
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Margot is as surprised by that as he is and her face scrunches in thought.]
When you were here before, we were friends. Really good friends. I didn't think you'd -- I thought you wouldn't remember me, that's what Lucas said...
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I don't remember you. Just that you're Margot.
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[She shoves hands into the pockets of her duster, face impassive. This is weird, really weird.]
Nice cannon, by the way.
/backtags?
[If he hadn't already been through this with Lucas a year ago, he would find it more odd than he does.]
So how good of friends?
o/
Real good. You knew me when I was here the first time, as a kid. You were a fucking perv, but you always looked after me and made sure I was alright, even when I came back.
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You were probably cuter then.
[Said with absolutely no shame, too.]
. . . I guess you're still pretty.
[Well now that that's out of the way.]
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I'll still set you on fire.
I've owed for you awhile, anyway.
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[And after tapping some ash from his cigarette.]
. . .can you really set people on fire?
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[She pulls a cigarette of her own out of her jacket pocket, lighting it with a snap of her fingers to prove her point.]
Yeah, but I generally don't. Bad way to go, yeah?
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And then he'll take out a new one. ]
Do that again.
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Real convenient, not having to carry matches around here now.
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After a few puffs of smoke, he'll keep talking -- as much as he tends to do, at least.]
So that's where you're living?
I guess I would have been happy to have you as a neighbor, before?
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[She blows the flame out (just to be cool) before returning to her own cigarette.]
Who'd you get stuck with this time?
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She's not my Canada though, she's a girl.
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The other Canada isn't still around, is he?
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[Wait he should qualify that.]
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[She snorts a laugh.]
If I woke up with you in my bed, I'd probably do the same thing.
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She thought I was a German, okay.
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. . . sorry, I don't remember.
[Huff. This was kind of pissing him off.]
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I only told you a little about it, anyway.
But it's very different from where you're from. Magic and monsters and all that.
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[Just blowing some more smoke. ]
If you're across the street, you can come over when you want.