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"Boredom in class sucks..."
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(*squishes cheeks*
Ohmygodhyessssssss.)
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(Ohai it's Luigigirl. Wanna rp?)
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// sure!!!
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(Okay~
Which muse do you want?)
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// i don't mind ;u;
i missed rp-ing with you
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(Okay. Want me to start?
Saaaaaame)
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// if you please~
its been months and I'm sophomore now
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(Okay~
Junior over here)
The red hair of the Russian shimmered in the cold light. A small flurry of snow raised from her gloved hand. Its moments like these Russia felt... calm. Yes, her economy was a mess. Yes, Putin is a dick. Yes, she is a psychopath due to blood, war, and Communism. But she seemed calm.
A husky slept next to her, his tail peeping out of the snow. He seemed as calm as she was, as if nothing is...
"Siberia."
The dog's head appeared, the blue and brown eyes blinking once.
"Someone's here."
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// uGH LUCKY DUCK
It wasn't long before a dark void opened up behind this new.. place. Somehow, Raphael landed in a different world then expected. It was a new moon, so he best make his traveling quick. Quickly taking the form of his human vessel, he sighed while taking his staff. "It's just me.." he called out, looking on with brown eyes.
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(You won't say that up here.)
Russia squinted, trying to see the voice calling from the distance. "Indentify self!" she yelled in her heavily Russian accent, "Or you come to Siberia!"
The husky only smiled and wagged his tail, happily barking.
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// haha but you're close to graduating!
"..Raphael.." the male nodded a bit while looking on. He remained in his vessel form- for now. He was not in his gijinka form, rather a disguise to travel around. "What is this ..Siberia?" he asked rather curiously.
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(But the classes get waaay harder.)
The dog barked again.
"Why are you in my country?" she yelled, obviously not being amused by this situation.
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// well debatable bc i already planned my classesΒ
"I simply am lost.." Raphael kept his hands in his pocket. "Do you know which way is to the other side?" the male asked.
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The two fell silent. "Nothing but ice and snow for miles, comrade."
The dog barked again.
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"Hmm.. I see.." he sighed and looked at the dog with interest. "And what companion is that?"
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The dog got up and ran over to him. He barked once, smiling.
"Siberia, away from him. You don't know where he been." The dog returned to the owner. "He is land of ice and torment. He is land of punishment. He is Siberia."
The wind began to pick up. She remained unshaken. She looked up towards the sky. "It is not safe in winter. Wind blows strong. You come." She smiled as warmly as possible, putting her hand out.
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Raphael looked over to her rather emotionless before following quietly. "The coldness does not bother me. I have dealt with worse back in my world.." he sighed following the other.
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She continued to feign a smile, as if she was interested. "What world does Raphael come from?"
Siberia walked a bit closer to the male.
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Raphael looked over to her, falling silent for a minute. "An alternate universe.. A world where creatures and humans work together.." petting the dog.
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She nodded a bit. "Sounds like Japan's monster game. However, we work well." Russia looked to Siberia. "I send troublemaker and Siberia kills man."
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"Mhm.. You kill men?" he asked tilting his head.
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"Only if they mess with government." She blew a stray piece of hair from her face, looking to Siberia.
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".. I see.." Raphael continued to walk along side.
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After a while of walking, a small cottage appeared. she trudged to it and brought out a key, opening the door. Siberia barked, running in between her legs. "Come."
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Raphael cautiously entered, looking around the cabin rather interested. "Is this where you stay?"
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She nodded, carelessly removing her hat and scarf, throwing them aside. "It not much, but it works. Better than cold."Β Siberia sat next to the fireplace, looking at his owner with an expecting look. Russia nodded, throwing a log into the fireplace. "What brings you out here?"
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"Hmm.. me? I have just come around here to visit." Raphael sighed contently sitting himself on the couch. "Interesting place you have.."
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"I see," she said, lighting the fire, "Make yourself at home. I don't get company often."
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"Ah, thank you.." Raphael looked out at the window rather curious of the outside.
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Siberia curled up next to the fireplace.
The Russian walked towards the kitchen. "Do you want anything?"
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Raphael blinked before looking back at the other. "Ah.. perhaps something to warm myself.. Some tea?"
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She smiled and nodded, disappearing into the kitchen, only showing her face a while later. "Water's boiling," she said, tilting her head a bit. "Will be ready soon."
(Omg Russia you didn't use what I thought you used, did you?)
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// Β xDD
Raphael looked over, raising a brow. "Well, alright?"
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She leaned on the doorway, scanning the room. "You aura is not normal," she muttered, tilting her head.
(NO. RUSSIAN WATER IS NOT ACCEPTED HERE.)
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Raphael tilted his head, looking over to her. "What do you mean?"
// xDD
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"I feel something bad on you." She sighed.
A high pitched whistle came from the kitchen.
"Tea's done." She thrned, leaving to the other room.
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Raphael tilted his head, walking to the kitchen. "Ah.. thank you.."
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She smiled, turning to hand him a cup with tea in it.
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[[ Say it, Ludwig. *crosses my arms, tapping my foot impatiently* ]]Β
*takes a long swig of his beer, sighing* Danke for zhe vatch, mein-*hic* freund...
[[ Becauuuuuuuse..? ]]
...ve greatly appreciate it...
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(You're welcome and welcome to come when you please!)
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// totally not stalking Britain
// totallyΒ
// don't look at any trees, he's not on themΒ
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*nope*
*Sealand tracking mode activated*
*looks up*
Britain: Nice try, chap.
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// falls off the tree
// but how was he spotted
"Uh-"
"Um-"
"RECOGNISE ME AS A COUNTRY!"
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(Sealnd is now on my list on who I have to make a NoH equivalent of)
*laughs*
Britain: Really? You're just a platform on the sea! Micronation, yes. A real nation...? Maybe...
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"You admitted it!"
"I could be a nation if you let me!"
"Also, I'm already an independent entity."
// he's progressing
// slowly, but he is
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*he just needs to resist telling him the downsides*
*wars, invasions, economic issues, political parties if there are any political parties, resources if you have a small landmass or area in Sealand's case, weak leaders, revolutions*
*but he's not as much of a jerk to this micronation*
*colonies?*
*he's an ass to those, but I said micronations*
Britain: I must warn you, it's not an easy road, but if you think you can, I am sure you could.
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// peter thinks he really likes this Britain
// moreso than his brother
// but his brother is still nice, he supposesΒ
"R-really? You think I can!? Thanks, Britain! I'll try really hard!"Β
// doesn't even know if this guy would be his big brother so refrains from calling him thatΒ
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*famine, diease, tyrants-*
*crap*
*that list goes on*
*but he just smiles, seeing that he seems to have made him happy by supporting his dreams*
*now he wonders what the Britain on tht side is like*
Britain: Why, of course. I wish you luck~
*still wonders if thd other is that bad*
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