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[Amerikia1126]

*rips paper out of America's hand*
*paper burns to ashes in Rin's hand*


*throws ashes into America's face*


"You're dismissed!"


*smiles*

"That... that... THAT WAS THE ONLY THING THAT WAS KEEPING ME MYSELF!!!!!!! NOW HE'S GONNA COME OUT!!!!!!!" [collapses] [writhes in agony] [rubs head] "Ughh... I feel like I took too many a drink over at Britain's house last night." [coughs up blood] [stands up] "That was rather rude of you to burn those papers Rin, now you shall prepare to feel the wrath of the United States!" [brings giant bazooka out of nowhere]

 

[SkyChild]

"That... that... THAT WAS THE ONLY THING THAT WAS KEEPING ME MYSELF!!!!!!! NOW HE'S GONNA COME OUT!!!!!!!" [collapses] [writhes in agony] [rubs head] "Ughh... I feel like I took too many a drink over at Britain's house last night." [coughs up blood] [stands up] "That was rather rude of you to burn those papers Rin, now you shall prepare to feel the wrath of the United States!" [brings giant bazooka out of nowhere]

What the hell happened just then..? Wh-..?! WHAT?! A BAZOOKA?!


"S- Seriously now?! Screw you, Amerikia! I thought you liked me!


Put that thing away, you prick!


I'm not a toy you can play with! What did i do to deserve THIS?!"

 

[Amerikia1126]

What the hell happened just then..? Wh-..?! WHAT?! A BAZOOKA?!
"S- Seriously now?! Screw you, Amerikia! I thought you liked me!


Put that thing away, you prick!


I'm not a toy you can play with! What did i do to deserve THIS?!"

"Oh Rin... foolish little Rin. You hardly even notice the difference do you? Well... it's your mistake to make. Speaking of.. the hamburger-loving fool even warned you... and you didn't do a thing. Not to mention..." [places barrel of bazooka under Rin's chin] "The name's 'Murica." [pulls trigger] [missile starts flying out]

 

[Amerikia1126]

 

[SkyChild]

Indeed xD

 

[Amerikia1126]

Indeed xD

ironically enough, ooc is helping me play 'Murica better. i guess he's logical enough to not be violent when in an obviously dangerous situation... [dragon] but once he's safe... its time to violence?


edit: yes. 'Murica is going to be his name.

 

[SkyChild]

ironically enough, ooc is helping me play 'Murica better. i guess he's logical enough to not be violent when in an obviously dangerous situation... [dragon] but once he's safe... its time to violence?

I didn't know he had a split personality. That's really interesting!


Edit: Wait. What am i talking about.


Edit 2: Nevermind. Sleepyness leads to confusion. :S

"Oh Rin... foolish little Rin. You hardly even notice the difference do you? Well... it's your mistake to make. Speaking of.. the hamburger-loving fool even warned you... and you didn't do a thing. Not to mention..." [places barrel of bazooka under Rin's chin] "The name's 'Murica." [pulls trigger] [missile starts flying out]

(I kinda want to continue this...Heh... I should just get some sleep..)

 

[SkyChild]

Growing bored with watching his slave pushing rocks around his nest, slams his mechanical tail on the ground before shouting out new orders.
"Stop rearranging my nest and listen carefully to my new orders slave! I command you to dance around like a baffoon while shouting out how I am the greatest and most beatifyfull bird in existence!"

Rin:*presses the like button*

 

[Amerikia1126]

I didn't know he had a split personality. That's really interesting!
Edit: Wait. What am i talking about.


Edit 2: Nevermind. Sleepyness leads to confusion. :S


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he doesnt. i got bored when i was writing that first post where alfred bumped his head... and brought in some noncanon stuff [as far as i am aware].


though the hetalia fandom is quite insistant with its ships, 2ps, nyos, and nekos. this split personality thing is a lot like 2ps, though 2ps are completely fanon[not a typo] and they are a completely separate entity. due to them not being canon, i am literally making up 'murica as i go. thanks sleep deprived me for more opportunities to cause havoc...


i suspect 'murica as very... broken. and resorts to violence easily. he also talks more civilized and thinks practically everything america does is stupid.


so what i'm going to be calling them: normal: alfred or america. "split personality": alfred [for sake of attempting to be original in order to compensate for not going full-out canon.] or 'murica.

Rin:*presses the like button*

me: le sighs. presses shock button.

(I kinda want to continue this...Heh... I should just get some sleep..)

lets. [evil laughter]

 

[SkyChild]

i suspect 'murica as very... broken. and resorts to violence easily. he also talks more civilized and thinks practically everything america does is stupid.
so what i'm going to be calling them: normal: alfred or america. "split personality": alfred [for sake of attempting to be original in order to compensate for not going full-out canon.] or 'murica.

I'm looking forward to this...

lets. [evil laughter]

Alright! What do i do about that missile?


Let's see... *Cracks fingers*


Hamburger-loving fool? Who is he talking about, himself? He seems so different... Is he possessed...? No... There's not a single Coal Tar near him...


"...--Gkk?!"


The missile sent him slamming against the wall, and a loud explosion followed, smoke and debris covering the view. The air was thick and dusty, causing your eyes to water, struggling to breathe without coughing.


It was dead silent as the dust settled, revealing Rin laying on the pile of debris, spitting blood as he forced himself to stand. This isn't over yet... No, he was just getting warm!


"...You're the fool if you think you can kill me with a mere bazooka! You're underestimating me here, you bastard!"


And with that, he pushed himself off of the ground and unsheathed the Kurikara in mid-air, very slowly, enjoying every second of his power being unleashed more and more as he pulled the blade out of the scabbard, inch by inch. The flames gave him energy and aggravated his furiousity, easing the pain he felt and switched it to pure rage. He didn't lose control, but he was about to.


Gravity pulled him back down, and he held the flaming sword above his head, gritting his fangs as he fell, ready to swing the sharp blade down at "'Murica" to slice him in two.


He should pray for his sorry ass.


Rin never killed a person before, but that didn't mean he couldn't do it.





(Wow, did i go overboard? xD


Unrelated note: I'm probably going to post in the IC later since i don't know what to post right now. So... Yeah. )

 

[amybri18]

guess who tacked on yet another thing onto the Overview post?
not to mention actually started a newspaper....

Cool!

i am serious. also, there's your meme!
edit: DO NOT HIT THAT FULL SIZE BUTTON EVEN ON PC. all caps required.

I hit the full size button. AGH!

 

[LegoLad659]

He liked them, they seemed to accept him.

Well, for Kyouko anyway, it's less 'Accepting' and more 'She's seen tons of insane crap already so the shock value is miniscule' ( )

 

[amybri18]

I was just looking for the next picture of Thalia on google images, and found this:


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Thought it was amazing for the plot. So I am using it now. I might have used it before, but I can't remember...

 

[SkyChild]

Kaneki
The creature's roar knocked Kaneki back into what was going on. He climbed up with his kagune, not as fast as the other two, but enough to not fall too far behind. His stomach growled a bit, and his hunger became more noticeable. In fact, his other self began to emerge from its slumber. "T-Thalia, I need you to g-get away from me. Run as fast as possible, and t-tell the others to do so as well." With that, he had no choice but to throw her towards where Rin was, and let himself fall from the mountain side. As soon as he hit the bottom, he'd already begun to sprout his kakuja limbs.


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"F-fingers.....on the bench......Centipedes.....in...my ear. A t-t-thousand......minus seven is WHAAAAAT?!"


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HOLY BALLS.


I probably shouldn't be happy about this!

 

[Yoshiro]

I thought you'd actually like it, given your response to his sign up.

 

[SkyChild]

I thought you'd actually like it, given your response to his sign up.

I do! I love it!

 

[Amerikia1126]

HOLY BALLS.
I probably shouldn't be happy about this!

hmm.... how to top this? well, i can't unless i have him die or something. not going to happen though, now to react to the dragon, say something in ooc, and check that notification that just popped up.

 

[Amerikia1126]

I'm looking forward to this...
Alright! What do i do about that missile?


Let's see... *Cracks fingers*


Hamburger-loving fool? Who is he talking about, himself? He seems so different... Is he possessed...? No... There's not a single Coal Tar near him...


"...--Gkk?!"


The missile sent him slamming against the wall, and a loud explosion followed, smoke and debris covering the view. The air was thick and dusty, causing your eyes to water, struggling to breathe without coughing.


It was dead silent as the dust settled, revealing Rin laying on the pile of debris, spitting blood as he forced himself to stand. This isn't over yet... No, he was just getting warm!


"...You're the fool if you think you can kill me with a mere bazooka! You're underestimating me here, you bastard!"


And with that, he pushed himself off of the ground and unsheathed the Kurikara in mid-air, very slowly, enjoying every second of his power being unleashed more and more as he pulled the blade out of the scabbard, inch by inch. The flames gave him energy and aggravated his furiousity, easing the pain he felt and switched it to pure rage. He didn't lose control, but he was about to.


Gravity pulled him back down, and he held the flaming sword above his head, gritting his fangs as he fell, ready to swing the sharp blade down at "'Murica" to slice him in two.


He should pray for his sorry ass.


Rin never killed a person before, but that didn't mean he couldn't do it.





(Wow, did i go overboard? xD


Unrelated note: I'm probably going to post in the IC later since i don't know what to post right now. So... Yeah. )

'Murica was enraged. No one messed with the 'zooka. No One. He made his best battle cry and yanked the sword out of Rin's hands, crushing the blade until it snapped off in his hands. Who cared if it burned!? No one was going to beat a bazooka with a silly old sword! He then decided it was time to make a witty comment. "Whoops, broke the toothpick. Sorry 'bout that." Alfred then made a mock sad face, complete with mock tears. That Rin guy had no clue who he was dealing with!




[breaks out in laughter] "HA! Doesn't that loser know that if ya break the sword then Rin-" Shh! Don't tell him! Let it be a surprise!


[looks up from eating fried chicken]* "Tell me what?" [at the exact same time] "Nothin'!" "Nothing!"


*[america is to burgers as murica is to fried chicken because reasons.]

 

[SkyChild]

'Murica was enraged. No one messed with the 'zooka. No One. He made his best battle cry and yanked the sword out of Rin's hands, crushing the blade until it snapped off in his hands. Who cared if it burned!? No one was going to beat a bazooka with a silly old sword! He then decided it was time to make a witty comment. "Whoops, broke the toothpick. Sorry 'bout that." Alfred then made a mock sad face, complete with mock tears. That Rin guy had no clue who he was dealing with!


[breaks out in laughter] "HA! Doesn't that loser know that if ya break the sword then Rin-" Shh! Don't tell him! Let it be a surprise!


[looks up from eating fried chicken]* "Tell me what?" [at the exact same time] "Nothin'!" "Nothing!"


*[america is to burgers as murica is to fried chicken because reasons.]

How did he take the sword so easily? He was swinging the blade down at him, but he just yanked it like it was nothing!


Rin heard a cracking sound, followed by an unnecessary comment.

"Whoops, broke the toothpick. Sorry 'bout that."

The now broken Koma Sword was burning even stronger, and so was Rin. His fangs grew larger as the shape and color of his pupils changed.


The blade was no longer able to restrain his demon heart and nature. Not even Rin could handle this amount of power, which lead to the flames consuming him completely. He darted forward, wrapping his hands around the fool's neck and slammed him to the ground, a crack forming in the ground beneath them.


He let out a growl as he tightened his grip around "'Murica's" neck, showing his now incredibly sharp teeth as he looked him in the eyes.


He was no longer human, neither physically nor mentally.


Just a mindless monster with only one goal: "Kill this guy!"

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*laughs* "Let's see how tough you are now, 'Murica!"


This makes zero sense. The United States of America fighting against the son of Satan... So weird.


"You noticed that now?"


Yup.


*facepalm*

 

[Amerikia1126]

How did he take the sword so easily? He was swinging the blade down at him, but he just yanked it like it was nothing!
Rin heard a cracking sound, followed by an unnecessary comment.


The now broken Koma Sword was burning even stronger, and so was Rin. His fangs grew larger as the shape and color of his pupils changed.


The blade was no longer able to restrain his demon heart and nature. Not even Rin could handle this amount of power, which lead to the flames consuming him completely. He darted forward, wrapping his hands around the fool's neck and slammed him to the ground, a crack forming in the ground beneath them.


He let out a growl as he tightened his grip around "'Murica's" neck, showing his now incredibly sharp teeth as he looked him in the eyes.


He was no longer human, neither physically nor mentally.


Just a mindless monster with only one goal: "Kill this guy!"

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*laughs* "Let's see how tough you are now, 'Murica!"


This makes zero sense. The United States of America fighting against the son of Satan... So weird.


"You noticed that now?"


Yup.


*facepalm*

'Murica was choking, dammit! How was this -ack!- guy so strong? He wasn't even a country! He'd be fine and all, since they were on his home turf. But damn this guy! He'd show 'im! 'Murica had the power of a country behind him! So he ignored the whole choking and fire situations, and focused on the most important part. Beating his opponent into a pulp! 'Murica blindly reached at Rin's backside and pulled his tail. How'd he know? Well... he had quite a memory for weak spots.


Meanwhile...


As 'Murica was choking under Rin's grasp, America walked into the house, having come back from the grocery store.. "I'm home! I bought some burgers, some chicken, and I thought we could have a movie- what's that burning smell?" America dropped the bags on the floor and ran into the living room, where 'Murica and Rin were fighting. He noticed the crack in the ground, the broken sword, and the very angry Rin. He ran into the kitchen, hoping Rin hadn't seen him and dialed up a certain fairy-loving madman. "Iggy? Ya gotta help me! He broke a magic sword! Bring Japan!"


oOoOoOo


[eats pastaaaaaa~!] literally. i haz picture proof.


"Hello? Iggy, is that you?"


No Alfred, it's me.


"Crap!" [hangs up]


Can they be any more distracting? I'm fighting off a demon here!


Why, yes. I can! [slurps pastaaaaa~! extremely loud]


And in OOC, they're two different people now because.. well i'm contradicting myself now.... darn. Well, I'm not going to rewrite that, so if you want you can just ignore the meanwhile bit. ( ) Anywayz, in IC, theyre still the same person. Speaking of... time to write that now!

 

[Amerikia1126]

@Skychild "Hey Rin! Ya think being tortured by everyone is bad? Try getting set on fire! THREE TIMES ON THE SAME FUCKING DAY! it's crazy, bro! Ain't it?" [gives Rin cold shoulder]


"Strange... i've only been set on fire once today."


'Murica, you haven't been around long enough to understand... In fact, what's the first thing you remember happening in the IC?


"Umm... clearly? I can remember bits and pieces... but they aren't of things I did.. and the first thing that I remember clearly is holding some guy while on a dragon. Other than that it all just comes in bits and pieces that are just passing through, only for the moment and not staying in a permanent residence in my brain."


So.. you don't remember Saitama?


"Satan-a? What kind of an idiotic name is that!?"


[at the same time] "Great... not again!" Damn it... not again!


oOoOoOo


so.. should murica keep all of america's memories? or should he only remember the dragon ride forward clearly... but he's made so many references to things before then! though that could just be his america showing. not quite sure what to do here. :/


edit: okay. how about this. how about he was so badly burnt and damaged from the fall down that it affects 'murica. lets say.. visions/nightmares of the dragon and fire. and wach-a-mi-call-it amnesia. nothing from the IC. just his past. [edit]edit 2: just reread this bit and i want to clarify. the original idea was he forgets everything that happens in IC, but remembers his past. [I]however[/I] the remembering only IC and forgetting his past sounds interesting too...[/edit] and.. there are some triggers of memory. and murica thinks that the group kidnapped him to steal his secrets. and then there's a big trigger for all his IC memory. i dunno. just a thought. its still up in the air until the need for the info presents itself.

 

[Amerikia1126]

Spoiler

Alfred F. Jones || America

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Interacted: Rin @Skychild


Dragon @Barbas

"Alfred, How much longer can you hold on?" Quite a while actually, if Rin'd just stop squirming! Seriously, was this guy that afraid of heights? "Alfred, you won't drop me on purpose, will you?!" "Probably not!" Which was true, while still giving him some wiggle room to mess things up. Oh! Crap, another burn! The healing was starting to slow, and Alfred was starting to become drowsy again. So was this sleepiness connected to being in the middle of nowhere? Quite possibly.


"I- I'm sorry!!!" For what? Naming him Alfred? He should be, Alfred was a dumb name! No one was named Alfred, it stood out like a sore thumb! Wait, what? No, geez America get your shit together! You're sleeping on a dragon!? Awesome!- but you need to focus.


"SHIT, I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON! I CAN'T CONTROL IT!" Maybe someone had a remote control for Rin's burning fire? Eh, possibly. Rin then squirmed again, this time pulling on Alfred's hair, he better not fucking pull Nantucket. "Alfred, it's okay if you drop me! But it would be pretty neat if you wouldn't! I don't think you want to be alone with that chicken, do you?"


"Rin, ya needz ta make up your mind.. do I drop ya or not?", America said, sounding very sleep-deprived. "I'M SORRY ABOUT THE FLAMES!" it was no big deal, America had been worse off. He began to count of his fingers; There was the civil war, the 2012 elections, and- oh. He had just dropped Rin. Crap.


"You know America , I just thought of a wonderful idea that will both benefit you and amuse me! If you let go of the freak and let him fall to his death, I'll make your death far less painful." Too late for that now. Apparently sleepy-America thought finger counting was more important than making sure Rin didn't die. However, this had gone unnoticed. "Looky 'ere ya stupid dragon! Ain't no way in hell I'm droppin' ma bestest buddy in the whole wide wor-" Then it struck him.


"RIIIINNNN!!!!!"

Surprised that the human actually dropped his friend, the Jabberwock watches Rin as he descends towards the group for a few seconds before continuing his flight towards the mountain. Upon arriving at his destination, the Jabberwock drops America on the flat top of the mountain before landing a few feet from him.
"Now that we arrived at my destination, it's time for me to exact my revenge. But since you dropped that abomination I'm willing to give you three choices regarding your death. A, I slowly tear you apart limb from limb. B, I boil you alive. Or C, I devour you whole in one bite!"

Alfred F. Jones || America

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Location: A plateau of a mountain


Around: The intelligent dragon


Mentioned: Thalia


Ky-ouko


The aforementioned intelligent dragon


Rin


Interacted: The now thrice-mentioned dragon @Barbas

"CRAAAAAAAAP!" He'd fucked up. Great. Well, America'd have to delay until he could be rescued he could heroically escape! The dragon carried him to some mountain. And dropped him, hitting his head. Uggh... something definitely bro-ke there. "Now that we arrived at my destination, it's time for me to exact my revenge. But since you dropped that abomination I'm willing to give you three choices regarding your death. A, I slowly tear you apart limb from limb. B, You boil you alive. Or C, I devour you whole in one bite!"


Alfred contemplated the situation for a moment. What would be the slowest death for him? Well, the tearing apart would definitely be extremely painful, the boiling would take a while to find water and a container large enough, unless the dragon had some kind of internal dragon boiling torture device. As for the one bite, could America survive inside the dragon? But then he'd have to wait to be rescued, and breathing was important. Also, he wasn't exactly sure those buffoons that called themselves the night watch could come and save him.


So instead he decided to invoke intelligent conversation with the dragon, which would most likely protest, but hey. At least he'd die while preserving his dignity! "Logically, neither of the options makes much sense. It'd be quite reasonable and definitely more amusing if you kept me around as a pet." That was definitely selling himself short, though the dragon wouldn't need to know that.


Hopefully the dragon would take the bargain, for if he didn't, America was done for.

After hearing what America said, the Jabberwock begins to slowly pace back and forth while he speaks with America about a new agreement.
"You have certainly piqued my curiosity, little human. So I'll tell you what, if you can flatter me enough, I won't kill you and I'll keep you around as my servant. But if your words don't please me, I'll shove you shove inside of my furnace. So I would watch my tongue if I were you."

Alfred F. Jones || America

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Location: A plateau of a mountain


Around: The metal dragon


Mentioned: Rin


Interacted: The dragon @Barbas

The dragon seemed to be playing along, which was perfect. So far, all was going according to plan. Though now it was all up to him to keep this act. No hesitations or he'd be dragon food. And as all logical-thinkers knew, becoming food was not a good thing. Though, neither was becoming the dragon's servant. This was a problem for another time, as of this moment, Alfred had to somehow please the dragon.


The dragon certainly was a strange beast, though that particular fact would most likely be suicide to say aloud. Appearances were generally a hard thing to compliment, as you never knew what the receiver was self-conscious about. Though this was a dragon, which made the whole situation more difficult than it should've been. With his life up in the air and all. But enough rambling! Now was time for business.


"You fly quite steadily for a being of your size. even when your passengers are acting like hooligans, you manage to fly swiftly and to the point, making it to your destination." The being seemed to be made of metal; Alfred glanced at the dragon in hope of observing it without being caught. Looks could be taken the wrong way every time. "In fact, I don't know how you didn't get frustrated and eat us up! That seems to be an incredible feat of self control. I know that if I were in your position, that I would definitely not have been able to keep my temper."


Was that enough flattery? Perhaps, though three was the magic number, and so three compliments it would be. "May I also compliment you on your impressive vocabulary? Though it may be common where you come from, in my home it is quite unheard of. Though considerably stranger things have occurred."


That was enough, any more compliments and the dragon would start to be annoyed, if Alfred hadn't offended him already. Delay Strategy Alpha-1 was now in place. All he could do from then on was wait for rescue or escape himself, though that seemed highly unlikely.

Pleased with varied amount of compliments he has received from his captive, the Jabberwock stops pacing and sits down a few feet from his new servant. Afterwards the Jabberwock points at a large number of rocks on the left side of the plateau and precedes to give him his first orders.
"Congratulations! You have earned right to be my servant. Now , my first order is for you to move the rocks from the left side of the plateau to the right side."

Alfred F. Jones || America

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Location: A leveled mountain, apparently created for pushing rocks across it.


Around: The dragon


Mentioned: Rin


Interacted: Again, the dragon @Barbas

"Congratulations! You have earned right to be my servant. Now, my first order is for you to move the rocks from the left side of the plateau to the right side." Well, that was just terrific wasn't it? All of that complimenting led to this: a pointless job meant as busywork. Though, Alfred had said "pet", and pets were meant to be entertaining. He just brought this whole situation upon himself.


Now, what was the best method to do this job? America was a bit drowsy, though not "sleep drunk" as he was before. The dragon most likely chose this particular task to consume time. It was likely that it was not aware of the country's strength. The strategic decision would be to cause some havoc, though make it appear as though it was an accident.


"But it'd be really cool if he could just throw the rock at the dra-" He lost his train of thought there for a second. The mountain was leveled, more or less, so perhaps he would push the rocks and "accidentally" push one rock over the edge by pushing another rock towards it. Though unlikely to harm the dragon, perhaps it would give his allies a chance to slip in and escape. Hopefully they wouldn't bring Rin, as he had horribly failed during the fight with the dragon.


America walked over to the pile of rocks, they were about the size of small boulders. Reaching up to waist height; rough and uneven, they had good handholds. America gradually pushed the first rock in a precarious position right by the edge, where it could easily be knocked down by a second rock that would soon come. There were a lot more rocks though, so Alfred had better act tired and struggling. It was what dragons liked, didn't they?

Taking joy in seeing his new slave struggling to move the rocks, the Jabberwock uses his eye laser to blast a few rocks near America to pieces.
"Hurry up you lazy slave! I want all those rocks rearranged in one hour or else!"

Alfred F. Jones || America

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Location: The edge of "Glory!" the plateau.


Around: The dragon


The voice in his head...


Interacted: Technically, no one. Though, indirectly


The dragon @Barbas

As if assigning the task to push the rocks across the mountain weren't enough, of course the dragon had to blast some rocks. "Hurry up you lazy slave! I want all those rocks rearranged in one hour or else!" Wasn't blowing up rocks counterproductive? Also, how would the dragon keep track of time? He did not seem to be wearing a wristwatch, there were no walls to read the time off of, and though the dragon was a "gentleman", he did not seem like the type to keep a pocket watch on his person.


Alfred figured he better play along. Though this plan was the only thing keeping him alive, it was getting to the point where it was more ridiculous than lifesaving, but no matter- "The Hero would save the day!" America brought his hand up to his forehead, rubbing a sore spot. What was it with this sudden influx of thoughts!? Was he really that level of sleep-deprived? Nothing in this situation even made sense anymore! It, it- calm down Alfred, just get a handle on the situation and mold it to the best of your ability. Nobody asked for this to happen.


America began to roll over a larger rock than the previous one, all the way to the edge. This time he was pushing at a faster rate, yet still slow enough to be believable. This new rock was practically a sphere, though uneven. And sharp, as Alfred found out the hard way. As he approached the first rock, he grabbed the rock in just the wrong place, and was rewarded with a deep cut in the palm of his hand. He cringed, that hurt like hell! Hell? Seriously? He was in pain and the best thing he could think of was "it hurt like hell"! Where were all these stupid thoughts coming from?


Well, he would ponder over that when he was back home with Japan, playing some sort of videogame. How did he even find that fun? That was just a waste of time! Hey Alfred, focus. It's probably best not to show that dragon that he'd been cut. Now was time to push the rock again. Speaking of, where did that rock go off to? "Crap! IT'S GONNA ROLL OFF THE EDGE!" For once Alfred agreed with the strange voice in his head, who did nothing but spout stupid, deranged comments.


Alfred ran over to the rock, and attempted to stop it in its tracks. However, he was a tad bit too late as the rock had succeeded in its mission of pushing the other rock off the ledge, albeit a bit earlier than intended. Well, a delay was a delay. He leaned over the edge to view the rock's descent. The rock fell quite a bit down the mountain, landing on some sort of ledge.


"Wait... couldn't he just jump off? He'd survive! After all, he was the hero!" This was not a time to be contemplating suicide! Hero or not, that fall would be deadly, painful, or in exceptionally bad circumstances, both.

Growing bored with watching his slave pushing rocks around his nest, slams his mechanical tail on the ground before shouting out new orders.
"Stop rearranging my nest and listen carefully to my new orders slave! I command you to dance around like a baffoon while shouting out how I am the greatest and most beatifyfull bird in existence!"

Alfred F. Jones || America

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Location: [silent fuming]


Around: The "fucking" dragon


Mentioned: Every idiot who had crossed his path that day


Interacted: This idiotic dragon @Barbas

The dragon did not notice. He She It did not see a single thing that had occurred. How did the mechanical dragon not notice!? Bah, forget it! It was probably sometime about midnight, though America always guessed off by a couple hours or so due to the multiple timezones within his country. Geography lesson aside, Alfred began to clean his glasses on a non-charred part of his shirt.


The dragon then decided it was a suitable time to slam his massive tail on the ground, which caused America to drop his glasses on the aforementioned ground. He picked them up, noticing a large crack in the right lense. Well, apparently the dragon had somehow managed to damage Texas. But, how? It made no sense! He put on his glasses once again in time to hear the dragon say, "Stop rearranging my nest and listen carefully to my new orders, slave! I command you to dance around like a buffoon while shouting out how I am the greatest and most beautiful bird in existence!"


Now this was just getting fucking ridiculous! .... AGAIN WITH THE STUPID, UNCIVILIZED WORD CHOICE! Why was his mind so against being formal!? "Hey, c-calm down there.." No, voice in his head, he would not calm down! This was a perfectly suitable time to be angry!


In fact, he had even more reasons to be upset! He was stuck in the middle of the wilderness with complete strangers, he had caught on fire multiple times in one day, he'd been kidnapped by a metal dragon, and he had been acting like a child the whole time! This whole day was completely mad!


He was tired of being this dragon's slave! But no more! The United States of America would stand for this no longer. He grew frustrated, grabbed the largest boulder he could find, and hurled it towards the dragon's expecting gaze. Forget logic, forget sanity, forget morals; it was time to make that dragon pay!


"Take that rock to the face, you annoying, egotistical dragon!" There was no doubt that he echoed, but as of that moment, America didn't care.


Remarkably enough, throwing this boulder actually helped America to care a little. He took several deep breaths in an attempt to calm down and focused his gaze upon the boulder; being larger than a car, the boulder possibly weighed as much as the dragon, but Alfred wouldn't know for sure unless he placed them both upon a scale. Which was quite unreasonable, as there were no car-sized scales in this place.


There was nothing in this place. Nothing except for his ragtag group of companions. Where were they anyway? Wait, why was he considering these questions? What about the dragon!??

Blasting the boulder to pieces just before it could hit him, the Jabberwock emits a loud screech before turning his attention to America. Enraged, the Jabberwock begins to slowly walk towards America with the intention of grabbing him in his claws.
"You foolish, ungrateful child! I will break every bone in your insignificant body and devour you in one biite!"

Alfred F. Jones || America

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Location: Uggh


Around: Yes, yes the dragon! Now get on with it!


Mentioned: The voice in his head?


Interacted: The dragon once more... @Barbas

The boulder was hurtling towards the dragon. Right when Alfred thought it would hit, the dragon blew it up with... eye lasers? Strange... The boulder then broke into a storm of small rocks and dust. This whole situation was not looking so well for America. And that was before the sleepiness came. Great, now more exhaustion had creeped back into his body. Just in time for the dragon to start walking around in circles, all menacing, like in gangster movies.


"You foolish, ungrateful child! I will break every bone in your insignificant body and devour you in one bite!" The irony of that sentence... was just too much. Alfred yawned, then lightly slapped himself in an attempt to stay awake. Not to mention he was hungry.. burgers and french fries and- cut out of it! There was a flippin' dragon not ten feet away and he was thinking about food!? This was insane! The whole situation was mad! The, the- Oh, stop it! Do something already! America's mouth seemed to have a mind of its own. As it had suddenly blurted out, "Fine, I will!"


His body then further betrayed him; most noticeably his left hand, with a cut no more, which spasmed and then proceeded to punch him in the jaw. His arm then fell limp and his body became his once again. America was in shock. What? Just... what had happened!?, he asked the voice in his head. A voice that did not reply...


Quickly putting the matter aside, Alfred simply dismissed it as a bout of sleep deprivation. This... experience had been.. unexpected. Probably even more so for the dragon, for who there was a 99.69% chance that he had no knowledge of the voice in Alfred's head. Speaking of, it was now time to tend to the dragon.


America pulled out his forgotten pistol from within his jacket and fired a shot at the dragon's uninjured eye. Click! No. No no no no no!!!! Did he seriously forget to actually load the gun ahead of time!? In a fit of blind rage, he threw the pistol at the dragon's eye instead. Then instead of waiting to see if the pistol actually hit its target, he foolishly courageously charged towards the dragon, intending to give it an uppercut straight to the jaw.

Distracted with moving his head to the side before the pistol could hit him, the Jabberwock falls backwards a few feet from the force of the uppercut. Enraged by the surprise attack, the Jabberwock emits a loud roar before breathing out a strean of flames at America.

Alfred F. Jones || America

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Interacted: So long... dragon. @Barbas


[everyone climbing up the mountain]


@Skychild @LegoLad659 @amybri18 @Yoshiro

Yes! Alfred had successfully managed to punch the dragon! Until he got set on fire for the umpteenth time that day. "It buuuurns!", the voice in his head finally decided to say scream. Burn it may, but America was a battle-trained warrior! He would single-handedly defeat the dragon! After he writhed for a second or two while he was still aflame, screaming in agony. Then he lay still on the ground, the fire having mostly faded away.


He was badly charred in most places, if he hadn't been burnt... His clothes were from raggedy in some places to extremely threadbare in others. His hair was a mess, though it somehow was not affected by the flames as badly as the rest of him. Every other part of him had gotten badly hit, though his hair? Not so much. Perhaps it had something to do with the angle of the flames.


Forget about being a warrior, America had given up! He'd fought his hardest, and he'd been beaten. There was nothing left for him but to die. Alone. The others had not gotten to him in time. Apparently this depressed thought caused the voice to speak up again. "No! Get up! Fight harder! Do something!" The voice in his head seemed to disagree with giving up. The voice in his head obviously didn't feel the pain and exhaustion Alfred currently felt. Th-the voice in his head was bossing him around!


Hell no! He wouldn't stand for this! Improper or not, America would not take orders! He would come up with a plan somehow! Someway, America would survive! It was at this point that he realized, he was right near the edge of the mountain, right about where he had dropped the rocks.


As Alfred's arm dangled over the edge, he got an idea within his head. An absurd, suicidal idea. But anything was better than getting eaten by a dragon. Anything. So he closed his eyes, rolled over, and fell off the mountain. In silence. After all, who needed a catchphrase if you were a silent hero?

Watching as America fell to his death, the Jabberwock feels momentarily disappointed that he wouldn't be able to personally deal with fool. Quickly removing the thoughts from his mind, the Jabberwock forgets about America and begins to focus his attention on rearranging his nest.

 

[Amerikia1126]

Kaneki
His mind was filled with thoughts of eating. No longer held back by petty morals and fears, Kaneki's ghoul side was free to do as it pleased. Inside, Kaneki desperately tried to get his body back, but it was futile. "HaHAhahaAH! Come on then, let's EAT!" His kakuja limbs ripped into the mountain side, and with all six limbs, he threw himself up the mountain to its top, where he was sure to find some food.


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well. it's a good thing the only one up there is the dragon Jabberwock. alfred's too busy falling to magically teleport to the top of the mountain anyway...


[silence] "AAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" Oy! Both of youz, shut up!

 

[Yoshiro]

I'm just trying to set it up so that the others realize what Kaneki is capable of. Sorta like an experiment to see how they respond to him going "Full Centipede" (That's what my friends and I call it)

 

[amybri18]

Spoiler

Wait, you want to save the time America nearly died?


Good idea!


Also guys, I am opening up the first portal, because I cannot be bothered to wait for Katnas much longer. She can join later. Anyways... any suggestion on the next story? It must be one that none of us are from, though...