♬ 002 { voice/action } => violet city

[leavemariaalone]

[Long story short: Austria is slow, got lost, and is achy from that war. Even with his Ponyta kicking ass in speed and whatnot. So what could have taken him six days to do (average time - Ponyta skillz) took him fourteen. Hence why he hasn't been attentive to his Gear. At all. Or his map, for that matter. But he considers that, y'know, it'd be a good idea to alert whoever was near that he cared to see know that he was, well, in Violet City. Finally.]

This contraption...so unnecessary.

[He clears his throat, straightens up, and ducks behind Reiten the Ponyta to avoid being seen as he makes this transmission. Hey, it's embarrassing talking into this thing. NO ONE MUST SEE. But if anyone has spoken to him before, they might noticed he sounds more...tense than usual.]

I've arrived in Violet City. Reiten and I have made it without much difficulty, although...the food given was less than satisfactory.

[...And then he can no longer bear to bottle his frustration in any longer.]

And would someone kindly instruct me as how to block this horrid noise from ever being heard again?! This is an insult to art!

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[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[...Well he didn't exactly plan for Part B of his avoid-being-seen plan. He stands up straight, adjusting that cravat of his nervously and looks up at Netherlands. Good god this man is tall.]

Ear plugs? They're kind enough to provide those but torture us by means of terrible...sound?

[And Reiten, seeing a new person, immediately gets closer to Netherlands and nudges him, pet me pet meeee]

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[drugsbeleid.livejournal.com]

Are you still expecting logic to apply to this place.

[ He looks at the Ponyta and his immediate thought is basically "Why do you want me to pet you, you're on fire" but decides to pat its back where there isn't any flames. ]

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[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

I have some hope for this world's sense of civilization.

[Reiten neighs happily, nudging under his hand. She loves everyone, her flames are never hot unless...well it hasn't come to that. And it's only then that Austria notices.]

R-Reiten! Don't be rude!

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[drugsbeleid.livejournal.com]

Don't bother. This place is messed up.

[ Just keeps petting her, noticing that the mane and the tail doesn't seem to generate heat at all. Still, common sense keeps him from touching the fire. ]

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[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

Beyond repair, it seems.

[Okay, yes, she likes this guy. She likes him lots. Happiness => up. Austria just...drops it, whatever, as long as his horse isn't doing anything apocalyptic-like.]

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[drugsbeleid.livejournal.com]

And we're stuck here. So deal with it.

[ translation: don't whine about every little inconvenience. ]

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[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

I shouldn't have to.

[So very exasperated, too much time outdoors. Good things his boots were made to last, one less thing to whine about.]

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[drugsbeleid.livejournal.com]

Y'don't really have a choice. [ And he leaves it at that. He's not a babysitter (that's Hungary's job), so it's not his concern if Austria keeps being prissy in pokéland.

He looks at him without saying anything for a few seconds. Netherlands recalls Austria being unfamiliar with technology and asking if there was a ship (instead of a flight) to Europe, so he decides to ask: ]

What year is it for you?

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[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[He huffs in a very, "you don't think I know that?" manner, and sighs upon the question.]

...You're not the first to inquire about that particular issue. As far as I'm concerned, it's 1748. Others, on the other hand...

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[drugsbeleid.livejournal.com]

Ah. That's...during that war, right.

I'm from 2010. Seems t'be the most common year.

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[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

Yes, that war.

Hm...Hungary is from that time, as well. How many others are there?

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[drugsbeleid.livejournal.com]

A few. The ones from 2010 seem t'be England, France, Prussia, those Asians... Poland was here, but I haven't seen him lately.