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lostrealm2012-09-29 10:40 pm
kartoffelstampfer) wrote in lostrealm2012-09-29 10:40 pm
Morgengrauen
Characters: Germany, open to those looking for him
Date: Sept 29th - Oct 1st
Format: Anything goes.
Content Warnings: %
Summary: Restrained by magic and kept from the rest of Darstone, Germany had found residence in the hospital's psychiatric ward. It's time to allow him to move again.
If there was one thing Germany truly hated, it was being alone. It wasn't something he openly admitted, but being all by himself with no one around to talk and listen to was part of his worst nightmares.
He's had that nightmare for about two weeks now.
With all his brute strength and all his aggressive and loud trashing he had not been able to break the magical restraints forced upon him. Restraints that left him unable to move, unable to act and just barely able to produce a sound. So he was left with himself. With the mess of a mind he called his own and the lingering shadow that kept giving him looks and occassionally chuckled at his helplessness. The help it offered was chaos. The support it offered only upset the nation further. What it was, he wasn't too sure. But it was an unpleasant presence. One that lured and tempted and claimed. But he refused to let it get him this easily again.
And by the time he had it cornered, the first week had passed and all he had seen were strangers checking up on him. Strangers that became familiar as the days passed but still remained strangers. They spoke to him, but he just rarely responded. His focus was elsewhere and they didn't seem to mind so much since he stayed calm even when they allowed him to speak again.
By the end of the second week, Germany had the dark more or less reigned in, willed it into its place where he could watch it, allow it to utter its mind or warn it from getting ahead of itself. It was bothersome, yes. But he could handle that much. Somehow...
When they released him at last, its first reaction was to raise its voice again and the nation first had to struggle it down before even attempting to sit up. To move his numb limbs. To recall why he was there. To wonder. Recalling what had happened was a bad idea. The memories hurt his head and worried him wile it seemed to enjoy them. Though the nation's worry was stronger than the shadow's glee. There was one thing in particular he wanted to know: Had his brother attacked the people as well just as Germany had told him to? If so, had they locked him up just as well? Restrained and observed and with only himself and a couple of strangers?
The mental image made him cringe. He had to check on that once they let him go. Whenever that would be. But for now he had to keep his focus while being allowed to move freely.
Date: Sept 29th - Oct 1st
Format: Anything goes.
Content Warnings: %
Summary: Restrained by magic and kept from the rest of Darstone, Germany had found residence in the hospital's psychiatric ward. It's time to allow him to move again.
If there was one thing Germany truly hated, it was being alone. It wasn't something he openly admitted, but being all by himself with no one around to talk and listen to was part of his worst nightmares.
He's had that nightmare for about two weeks now.
With all his brute strength and all his aggressive and loud trashing he had not been able to break the magical restraints forced upon him. Restraints that left him unable to move, unable to act and just barely able to produce a sound. So he was left with himself. With the mess of a mind he called his own and the lingering shadow that kept giving him looks and occassionally chuckled at his helplessness. The help it offered was chaos. The support it offered only upset the nation further. What it was, he wasn't too sure. But it was an unpleasant presence. One that lured and tempted and claimed. But he refused to let it get him this easily again.
And by the time he had it cornered, the first week had passed and all he had seen were strangers checking up on him. Strangers that became familiar as the days passed but still remained strangers. They spoke to him, but he just rarely responded. His focus was elsewhere and they didn't seem to mind so much since he stayed calm even when they allowed him to speak again.
By the end of the second week, Germany had the dark more or less reigned in, willed it into its place where he could watch it, allow it to utter its mind or warn it from getting ahead of itself. It was bothersome, yes. But he could handle that much. Somehow...
When they released him at last, its first reaction was to raise its voice again and the nation first had to struggle it down before even attempting to sit up. To move his numb limbs. To recall why he was there. To wonder. Recalling what had happened was a bad idea. The memories hurt his head and worried him wile it seemed to enjoy them. Though the nation's worry was stronger than the shadow's glee. There was one thing in particular he wanted to know: Had his brother attacked the people as well just as Germany had told him to? If so, had they locked him up just as well? Restrained and observed and with only himself and a couple of strangers?
The mental image made him cringe. He had to check on that once they let him go. Whenever that would be. But for now he had to keep his focus while being allowed to move freely.