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Who: Prussia and anyone else! finally crawling out of my shy shell
When: February 15th late evening
Where: The street around Canada's home
Style: Prose or action
Status: Open!
Gilbert had thoroughly explored the area around his current headquarters but was leery in going beyond Canada's street. He had observed the other inhabitants of Vatheon and concluded that most of them were complete freaks. Some of them didn't look human - which didn't really disturb Gilbert that much, in fact, he found it pretty cool - but it solidified his suspicions that Vatheon existed somewhere completely separate from Gilbert and Canada's world, hell, separate from their entire dimension! It would make going home more than difficult, but Gilbert wasn't to be deterred! No prison could hold his awesomeness!
But...there was no need to be hasty just yet. Vatheon wasn't a dreary prison with high grey walls and barbed wire. They were treated very well, even if the locals disturbed Gilbert on a subconscious level. Just made his skin crawl, so he avoided them as much as possible. Really, the only person that Gilbert interacted with regularly was Canada, who he was rooming with. Gilbert was getting antsy, since he was a social person despite his Alone Complex. He thrived off of attention, and to willingly isolate himself from people - no matter how freaky they may be - was slowly killing him from the inside out. That and Gilbert was curious and some of these freaky people looked so awesome!
So Gilbert lingered on the street outside of Canada's house, pacing up and down and looking at the other houses, considering his plan of action. Should he go to the park? Or maybe go to the shops and meet people there. People socialised in stores, right? Yeah, and in parks. Gilbert couldn't exactly just ambush people on the street and demand that they'd talk to him? Well, he could, but maybe people would be intimidated by him flaunting his awesomeness so abruptly in their faces and would run away. Lots of people ran away when he jumped out at them.
...although that was probably more due to him surprising them by leaping out of bushes...
Gilbert frowned and sat down on the curb with a huff. He rested his elbows on his knees and peered down the street. It was late anyway, so people would probably be in bed by now, and the shops would be closed, and who knew what the park was like during the night. You weren't allowed in parks at night in some places, anyway. But Gilbert didn't want to go back inside just yet. He picked up a loose stone from the floor and scratched it on the pavement, leaving chalk lines. Distracted from his dilemma, Gilbert quickly became absorbed in sketching on the pavement with the stone, even if the light from the lampposts was too orange for his liking. Made it hard to see in some parts. Oh well.
It wasn't like anyone was going to see his crappy drawings anyway.
Where: The street around Canada's home
Style: Prose or action
Status: Open!
Gilbert had thoroughly explored the area around his current headquarters but was leery in going beyond Canada's street. He had observed the other inhabitants of Vatheon and concluded that most of them were complete freaks. Some of them didn't look human - which didn't really disturb Gilbert that much, in fact, he found it pretty cool - but it solidified his suspicions that Vatheon existed somewhere completely separate from Gilbert and Canada's world, hell, separate from their entire dimension! It would make going home more than difficult, but Gilbert wasn't to be deterred! No prison could hold his awesomeness!
But...there was no need to be hasty just yet. Vatheon wasn't a dreary prison with high grey walls and barbed wire. They were treated very well, even if the locals disturbed Gilbert on a subconscious level. Just made his skin crawl, so he avoided them as much as possible. Really, the only person that Gilbert interacted with regularly was Canada, who he was rooming with. Gilbert was getting antsy, since he was a social person despite his Alone Complex. He thrived off of attention, and to willingly isolate himself from people - no matter how freaky they may be - was slowly killing him from the inside out. That and Gilbert was curious and some of these freaky people looked so awesome!
So Gilbert lingered on the street outside of Canada's house, pacing up and down and looking at the other houses, considering his plan of action. Should he go to the park? Or maybe go to the shops and meet people there. People socialised in stores, right? Yeah, and in parks. Gilbert couldn't exactly just ambush people on the street and demand that they'd talk to him? Well, he could, but maybe people would be intimidated by him flaunting his awesomeness so abruptly in their faces and would run away. Lots of people ran away when he jumped out at them.
...although that was probably more due to him surprising them by leaping out of bushes...
Gilbert frowned and sat down on the curb with a huff. He rested his elbows on his knees and peered down the street. It was late anyway, so people would probably be in bed by now, and the shops would be closed, and who knew what the park was like during the night. You weren't allowed in parks at night in some places, anyway. But Gilbert didn't want to go back inside just yet. He picked up a loose stone from the floor and scratched it on the pavement, leaving chalk lines. Distracted from his dilemma, Gilbert quickly became absorbed in sketching on the pavement with the stone, even if the light from the lampposts was too orange for his liking. Made it hard to see in some parts. Oh well.
It wasn't like anyone was going to see his crappy drawings anyway.
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"Sure thing, Shizzy," Gilbert grinned, "We'll see in a bit, won't we? You can call me Gilbert, or Prussia. Whichever floats your boat, now then!"
Gilbert barely finished speaking before he darted forwards. He was not the strongest of nations, but he was the sturdiest of them. How was this different? Well, while some nations could tie titanium poles into bows, Gilbert could survive practically anything and still manage to stagger into a somewhat upright position. Maybe he wouldn't be able to even bruise Shizzy, but goddamn it he was going to make the blond /work/ to put Gilbert flat on his back and make him stay there.
Taking advantage of his greyhound-esque build, Gilbert quickly sidestepped to the side just when it seemed like he had been ready to barrel straight into Shizzy's chest. He pivoted sharply on his heel and lifted a long leg up to slam a roundhouse kick into the blond's ribs. Time to see if it was like kicking a brick wall, or a metal one.
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Shizuo didn't bother trying to block the kick. He wanted to feel what Gilbert had to offer by way of strength. That was probably for the better, too, because Gilbert switched tactics and came at his side without very much notice. Impressive and unexpected. Shizuo then took the brunt of the kick. He stumbled back a step with the force, but his tolerance for pain and solid frame prevented him from crumbling. He hardly felt it at all.
"My turn," he said, his half-crazed grin claiming his face. He didn't use any tricks - he aimed a full-force punch right at Gilbert's face.
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Shizzy's punch practically came out of nowhere. The blond was /fast/. Gilbert jolted backwards, but his lower back screamed in protest at the sharp decline backwards, and he stuttered between movements, cursing his old age as he tried to smoothly change it into a sidestep instead. It didn't quite work. The split second hesitation on Gilbert's part gave Shizzy the opportunity to land a punch and dear Lord was that punch strong.
Gilbert saw /stars/. Actual stars that flashed red and white in his vision, swirling in a sickening whirl of black as he staggered from the force of the punch, barely keeping his feet under him. He blinked rapidly, hurriedly gathering his wits, and licked his lips. The tang of copper met his tongue, and Gilbert wiped his nose with the back of his hand. It felt tender. Ouch, but it didn't feel broken. Okay good. Broken noses always looked ugly.
"...ouch," Gilbert said dully, ignoring the agony in his nose.
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"Yeah," he replied, a little attitude in his tone. "You're weaker than you thought." He didn't wait for a response. Shizuo just started walking in the direction of his place, again, completely ignoring Gilbert.
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It was well known that the only thing Gilbert had left was his pride, and it was a prickly, easily bruised thing. Any slight towards him could rouse him into a fury like no other, and this was no exception. Although Gilbert's strength was severely reduced from what it had been in the nineteenth century, he was still /strong/. He couldn't punch Shizzy across the street, but he could, at the very least, wound him.
Once again, Gilbert wished he had his longsword in hand.
With a vicious snarl that sounded like it belonged more to a dog, than any human throat, Gilbert stormed after Shizzy and performed his best move. It was a move that could neutralise his older brother, who could match Shizzy's feats of strength, and leave him entirely at his mercy - although it required some sneaking and using the elements of surprise, i.e backstabbing. Gilbert didn't care. War wasn't fair, and Gilbert didn't succeed by being an honourable man.
The Prussian slammed the heel of his foot hard against the back of Shizuo's knee. Indestructible or not, the joints were still the weak point of any person. He took advantage of the slight dip in the blond's height and stagger to lunge and drag Shizzy down into a headlock, keeping his grip tight. Many times Gilbert got Lutz into this hold, and many times his brother could never break free. It was time to see if Shizuo was stronger than Germany or not, and tensed the muscles in his arms and shoulders for the inevitable resistance and thrashing.
He was not going to let go. Not unless Shizzy physically tore off his arms. Or killed him.
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That was what Shizuo got for thinking Gilbert might have had any shred of honor. Not that Shizuo himself was necessarily honorable in the way he fought - but attacking a man while he's walking away? That took some guts. Guts that were not admirable in the least.
To think he leveled the playing field by discarding that stupid lamppost.
He didn't expect the attack, couldn't do anything about the slamming of his knee except allow his leg to cave a bit, and then he was in a solid headlock.
Shizuo was pissed. Beyond pissed. So angry that he could have crushed Gilbert's skull into dust if given the opportunity. Never mind control - that went out the window this second Gilbert's foot met his knee. Never mind trying to stay rational.
"Get. the. fuck. off. me." Every word spat out with building rage - indignation at being taken advantage of while he was walking away. Shizuo didn't even bother to try and break the hold on his neck. He just leveraged his body enough so he could slam Gilbert into the ground, shoving himself forward with every ounce of anger and power he felt in that moment.
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Gilbert rolled when he connected with the floor, letting go of Shizzy's neck as the man shoved forwards. He pushed himself up onto his feet and lunged forwards to tackle Shizzy around his midriff before he was even fully up, knowing that the only way he was even going to win, or draw, realistically, this fight, was to keep knocking Shizzy off balance, and to not allow him to gather his bearings or footing.
Underhanded? Yes. But this was war and tactics. Gilbert shed any honour he may've had centuries ago.