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Francis was wandering about the historical part of DC, hopping on his remaining right foot as he looked up at the Lincoln memorial and sighed. Humans were so hard to understand- and yet he knew he had to learn how to get along with them. He stood there thinking, broken arm and missing foot leaking oil, until he heard footsteps coming his way and turned to see who it was.
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"Ah… Non. I came to turn myself in, actually." His voice glitching, blood on his hands and left arm and leg leaking oil as he hopped in on his remaining right foot. "I… Went too far." Gesturing to indicate the unconscious person down the hall. If he could cry, he would have been doing that.
The nation jumped at the sight, he was frozen in place for a moment he couldn’t move a muscle. The blood reminded him too much of the war, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes to calm himself. ❝Ovo se ne događa, ovo se ne događa…❞ When he opened them again everything was still there. ❝Zašto uvijek ja! Okay, firstly why did you do that? ❞
"I... Can't 'elp it. Whenever I feel threatened I just." Sighing and shaking his head. "My creator was right... I've not been sane from zhe start." Shaking his head, closing his own eyes and tilting his head downwards in shame. "It's like I feel everything is a survival situation 24/7, and I cannot get myself out of zhat mindset."
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"Non… Do you zhink I am? Are you blind?" His voice glitching as he gestured to his broken left arm and leg. Arm cracked and leaking oil, and leg… The lower half of it missing entirely, wires sticking out at seemingly random. "Zhere ‘as to be a way I can repair myself. But I can’t find zhe tools I need."
"Well, pardon moi, monsieur—if I’m not an expert on various life forms!” Sarah crossed her arms in a pout, refusing to admit it was pretty obvious he wasn’t okay. “Luckily for you, I know someone who is.”
She brought out a phone, preparing to text someone for help, “You won’t mind the help, I presume?”
"Ah- As long as I am allowed to do zhe repair work myself, non." Shaking his head as if thoroughly nervous. He didn't trust anyone but himself with his own body, and it was frequently his downfall.
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"You brought zhis on yourself~" His voice glitching as he spoke.
The Englishman let out an undignified, though muffled, protest, defiantly turning his head away from the figure responsible for gagging him.It was probably best he couldn’t speak for now, such an array of colourful language was hardly befitting of him.
How he wished his voice could be heard beyond this gag, if he could say so himself, his remarks were quite appropriate for this situation. Not that he had much time to dwell on the thought. The Brit tried to dodge the blows but to no avail, ending up with a few cuts to his torso through the fabric of his shirt. Nothing that seemed terribly fatal, but that was more on account of Francis’ clumsiness than anything. A bit of blood loss like this certainly wouldn’t kill him. However, in his efforts to avoid the attacks, he’d stumbled and fallen onto his side, and with his arms bound behind him and this gag over his mouth, it was a rather pitiful sight. Shame he’d been so unprepared for a situation such as this.
"You will eizher not interfere with my work or die." He moved the other's gag at that, hopping onto Arthur's neck with his remaining foot. He was surprisingly heavy, for although he looked Human he was made out of such things as heavy metal and quartz. He intended to choke the other- to death if he had to. For he could not risk being too far outnumbered or outfought.
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He had finally finished all of his work and was getting ready to leave the office when he heard the door open. He prayed that they weren’t bringing any more papers to be filled.
❝If you’re just going to put more papers in front of me you better turn around and leave..❞
"Ah... Non. I came to turn myself in, actually." His voice glitching, blood on his hands and left arm and leg leaking oil as he hopped in on his remaining right foot. "I... Went too far." Gesturing to indicate the unconscious person down the hall. If he could cry, he would have been doing that.
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"Well thank you sir and hello."
"Bonsoir." His voice glitching as he bowed respectfully, oil dripping from his damaged left arm and the stump of his left leg as he balanced on the other all too easily. "I 'eard zhis place is very accepting of outcasts, and might you 'ave things I can repair myself with?"
15 Associations.
Reblog and fill in the answers you most associate your character to with each question.
1. Animal; Wolf 2. Color; Computer Chip Green 3. Month; October 4. Song; Citizens of Tomorrow by Tokyo Police Club 5. Number; 13 6. Day or Night; Night 7. Plant; Rose 8. Smell; Oil and Blood 9. Gemstone; Quartz 10. Season; Winter 11. Place; New York State 12. Food; N/A 13. Astrological Sign; Aries 14. Element(s); Metal 15. Drink; N/A
"You brought zhis on yourself~" His voice glitching as he spoke.
The Englishman let out an undignified, though muffled, protest, defiantly turning his head away from the figure responsible for gagging him.It was probably best he couldn’t speak for now, such an array of colourful language was hardly befitting of him.
"Right. Now zhen." Hopping back to the other’s car, lifting up the hood and sorting through things. Clearly looking for parts to repair himself with. "I really am sorry I ‘ave to steal like zhis. But there’s no other way for me to survive."
Should he be perfectly honest, being bound and gagged was far more of a hindrance than it was genuinely frightening. That certainly didn’t serve to make the blond any less frustrated, however. His emerald gaze shifted to the hood of the car, and a devious idea bounced around within the confines of his mind. Concentrating on the latch keeping the hood in place, Arthur imagined reaching out a hand to grip the rod and tug it from its current position, the image becoming a reality before his very eyes. With immense satisfaction, he watched as the hood fell from its current perch, strangely amused by the sight. Who was to say that using an immortal lifetime to dabble in a bit of sorcery was a waste?
And the hood just so happened to fall on top of Francis, pushing him face first into the engine of the car. Speaking a combination of cussing in French and English and staticky hissing as he struggling to right himself, finally pushing the hood back up again and getting out from under it. "You'll pay even worse for zhat." Getting a concealed knife out of his damaged arm and moving to make several clumsy thrusts towards the Brit with the long blade.
History is not about dates and quotes and obscure provisos. History is about life. About change. About consequences. Cause and effect. It’s about the mystery of human nature. The mystery of time. And it isn’t just about politics and the military and social issues, which is almost always the way it’s taught. It’s about music and poetry and drama and science and medicine and money and love.
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"Are you alright…? You seem a bit confused."
"Non... Do you zhink I am? Are you blind?" His voice glitching as he gestured to his broken left arm and leg. Arm cracked and leaking oil, and leg... The lower half of it missing entirely, wires sticking out at seemingly random. "Zhere 'as to be a way I can repair myself. But I can't find zhe tools I need."
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"Oh My goodness! There seems to be a lot of people sneaking up on me lately!" Josephine frowned, "I’m sorry I didn’t see you there" she added as she climbed over a few dust bunnies and scattered toys to stand in front of her unexpected house guest.
"It's quite alright, miss..." The android looking down at the tiny doll and tilting his head curiously, his missing left leg and damaged left arm leaking oil onto the floor as he crouched down to get a better look at her. "You don't 'appen to know where I could get things to repair myself, do you?" Voice glitching as he spoke.
"Excuses moi, do you know where I could get some supplies to repair myself with?" Between his French accent and his voice glitching, it was hard to understand him.
Me no speako the lingo.
-Speaks patronizingly slow-
Bob. Can. Fix. Things — Yes. He. Can.
"You don't 'ave so speak so slow... But I'm not sure if I can trust you." Hopping back on his remaining foot, as if nervous.
"You brought zhis on yourself~" His voice glitching as he spoke.
The Englishman let out an undignified, though muffled, protest, defiantly turning his head away from the figure responsible for gagging him.It was probably best he couldn’t speak for now, such an array of colourful language was hardly befitting of him.
"Right. Now zhen." Hopping back to the other's car, lifting up the hood and sorting through things. Clearly looking for parts to repair himself with. "I really am sorry I 'ave to steal like zhis. But there's no other way for me to survive."
