Night Three

[diejoubu]

Night Three The full moon hangs in the sky again. Everything is eerily calm and quiet at night.  Night three starts off surprisingly normal. Prussia and Greece wil be able to find their cameras in the sand near camp. Status Weather: Cool with clouds coming in. Electronics: No signals. The emergency radio is unable to catch anything. Music players will play static. Camera problems continue. Flashlights turn on and off on their own. Magic: Barely effective. For every seven spells cast, one will work. Animals: If you still have your pet, they will refuse to leave camp. Mr. Puffin still has not returned. ???: ??? Day 3 | Night 3 Day 4 will go up on June 8

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[proud_and_prussian]

[He shrugs. ]

Just saying. You haven't budged from here since morning.

...where's that pet bird of yours? The one with the beak from Hell?

[volcanoes]

Shut up. [His voice, mostly furious in a smoldering sort of way not common out of Iceland, cracks partway through that short demand.]

[proud_and_prussian]

[Prussia stops short of delivering a cutting retort back when he spots Iceland's arm and the bandage. Yes, that missing chunk is disturbing.]

Something happen?

[volcanoes]

A--[He hesitates, still not sure how to really describe it.]--thing. A thing attacked me.

[Iceland looks back out at the ocean.]

[proud_and_prussian]

Hmm.

[He takes a seat near Iceland and looks at him, curious and maybe, just maybe, concerned. Pets are serious topics, after all.]

It got your puffin?

[volcanoes]

It ate. My puffin.

[Watching the waves as if that might bring said puffin back.]

It didn't have a face, just a slit for a mouth. It had really sharp teeth.

[proud_and_prussian]

[Well that explained his mood. Prussia leans back slightly with a sigh, the sound of the waves from the shoreline filling in the silence. He's never been good in emotional stuff; he should probably leave and let Iceland's brothers or friends take care of this. But still, losing a pet that way...

And the thing too. Was it the thing that had been making the snipping sounds the whole day long? Prussia's trying to imagine how it looks like, and he just ends up shivering a little.]

[volcanoes]

[Iceland is going to continue talking, at least. Lucky Prussia.]

It was a little kid, but I couldn't get away until it let go of me. Then Mr. Puffin tried to stop it and it ate him. Didn't swallow him whole. Or snap his neck first. Or anything... Like that.

[proud_and_prussian]

[That probably explains much of Iceland's strange behaviour the whole day then. His pet had died in a gory way to protect him, and whatever that thing was had bitten a chunk out of him.]

And that's why you're staring at the ocean the whole day? Cause it ain't gonna bring him back.

[volcanoes]

What should I do instead?

[proud_and_prussian]

I dunno. What would Mr.Puffin want you to do? That's what I always think, when someone I know dies.

[Like Fritz. And all those soldiers in those wars long time ago who died fighting for his name.]

[volcanoes]

[Iceland shifts enough to draw his knees up to his chest, though he's been so still the movement makes him ache just a bit.]

...I don't know. He isn't here to tell me, so.

[And Mr. Puffin's always been there, for over a thousand years, so it's not fair that he's not here now.]

[proud_and_prussian]

Ya know'im well enough. What do you think he'll say to you? 'Cause I'm pretty sure, if he's as badass as you're saying he is, that he'd want you to do the right thing.

[Prussia feels sort of foolish. This is a lot like those talks he gives the younger soldiers in the army back in the days when wars were common things. But Mr.Puffin isn't a fellow comrade in arms, he's a pet bird. Well, to Prussia anyway Gilbird is a fellow soldier, so he's assuming that's how Iceland views the puffin.[]

[volcanoes]

[Puffin probably wouldn't want Iceland sitting on a beach all day. But Puffin was always active and outgoing where he wasn't, willing to say things where Iceland would bite his tongue.]

What can I do? I'm not a ghost hunter.

[It's really a more general question than he's phrased it; he isn't sure what any of them can do, if those things come after them here. He rests his head on his knees.]

[proud_and_prussian]

You make it count. We've got another two days here. I think if we keep together and stay on the beach, we'll have a better chance of holding out. And I think ya might be worrying a few people back at camp.

[volcanoes]

Do you think anything's really stopping them from walking right onto the beach? They've been doing that already, haven't they.

[He's heard people complaining about missing items, things that got scattered around.]

[proud_and_prussian]

They haven't done anything too serious when we're together in a big group. I think that counts for something. And there's Romania and England; those two would know how to deal with this sorta crap.

[volcanoes]

[Iceland's voice falls to unnatural monotone.]

Maybe that's who they'll get rid of first, then.

[proud_and_prussian]

[Prussia shakes his head.]

Nah. It's easier for them to pick on us instead of them. They know what to do in these situations; we don't.

[He fixes his gaze outwards to the sea, the snipping noises still stuck in his head.]

[volcanoes]

Then they'll try to separate us.

[Iceland is all about the pessimism.]

[proud_and_prussian]

Which is kinda why we should probably head back and stick near them from now on.

You ready to head back? Denmark's probably worried about ya.

[volcanoes]

...I will later. [A little pause.] I won't stay out all night, or anything.

[proud_and_prussian]

If that's what you want. I ain't your brother, so I can't force you to do something you don't want to.

[He gives Iceland a pat on the back.]

Just...don't leave the beach, and make sure you come back before it's too late.