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[yet another post with no violence done to the communicator! has the apocalypse--

never mind. anyway the owner is currently strolling along the streets, it looks like; you can just catch glimpses of empty shopfronts]

--nice of her to lend me clothes, but I can't keep her brother's stuff forever. This place looks a lot smaller than the last time...

[after a moment, the view swings up as Nora (so he thinks) clicks the communicator on so he's not (presumably) talking to himself -- he's also wearing a new set of clothes... that aren't his] Hey, the shops didn't get fixed at all! They're still all trashed, the hell's up with that? Where'm I supposed to--

[a crackle of static. suddenly, it's raining lions. ... or rather. whatthefactor.]

[--it's a fucking huge lion, thank you very much: CRASH.]

... MOTHERFU--

[annnnd Nora lands on the communicator]

[OOC: Commentloggin' with Sho. Feel free to mock him mercilessly over the network, though there'll be an IC delay getting back to you. :p]

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[Fralala walking back to good ol' home the morgue-- HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAT.

Tripping now.]

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['THAT' IS NOW GOING TO YELL VERY LOUD AND ROLL OVER AND CLUTCH HIS HEAD.]

... GODDAMN-- OW!

[SERIOUSLY JAPAN WHAT IS WITH YOU AND GIVING HIM HEAD INJURIES.]

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[I DON'T KNOW MAN. He stumbles and flails a bit, staring.]

I-I apologize! Please forgive me! I did not see--!

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Ah?

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Watch your damn feet, you-- [Nora rolls over so he can glare properly...]

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--YOU.

[Despiiite his injuries and the blood and the generalized picture of fail he makes, he will now be baring his teeth and trying to lunge for you. He will not be getting very far.]

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I did not mean to--!

[OH SHII-- jumping to the side just in case!]

Please be careful! You are obviously unfit for such things!

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Like hell...! [He recovers from the faceplant! No really, that concrete has to have his face imprinted by now.]

I COULD TAKE YOU DOWN ANY DAY OF THE W--

[Annd his arms go out from under him, he should really know better by now.] --Argh!

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[STARES.

Hesitantly kneels to help.]

Put aside your argumentative nature for now.

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[Watch out for flailing arms and legs as he hastily rolls over and away, for even if he is flat on his back he distinctly does not want your help in particular.]

NO! What the hell are you doing?!

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[Narrowing eyes and trying to help more forcefully.]

Calm yourself! I am trying to help you!

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I don't want your help, dammit!

[See that spear? So does he! That's his, and he is now rolling straight for it.]

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[Stepping on that spear ohshii--]

It does not matter what you want. You need it.

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[Goddammit. Not enough leverage to get that. He stops with a hand on the spear, tugging fruitlessly, and glares.]

I don't need you to tell me anything! Let go!

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[Something about you in such a state makes Japan just feel so superior. I'm sorry you have to see this side of him but oh well you hate him anyway. Still standing on the spear, he leans down a little to face you.]

I will not. The hospital is right here, so calm yourself and let me help you.

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[That's because this is the one time in his life Japan tops Nora + Japan = track record of failure so far. This does not make him especially pleased or inclined to listen no matter what position he's in.]

How many times do I have to repeat I don't want your freakin' help before you get it, huh?! I DON'T WANT IT. GET LOST.

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[He frowns down at him.]

Would you prefer I knock you unconscious before getting you aid? If necessary, I can arrange for that.

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YOU JUST TRY IT!

[He will now try to headbutt you. Do you really want to learn how hard his skull is again? HE WILL SHOW YOU. Or something.]

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[Gonna try to turn to avoid that and kick up his spear to grab it.]

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[MAKING A GRAB FOR THAT SPEAR AND FACEPLANTING SPECTACULARLY -- ON YOUR FEET.]

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[GRABBING THAT SPEAR AND HOLDING IT UP. Then watching as you land on his feet owww what the hell man.

He lifts one foot in a jolt, but scowls a bit and places it on his head. HAHAHAHA sorry.]

Are you quite finished?

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[Oh my god what is this, déjà vu day? Seriously, fuck his life (over and over). He clenches his fists and mumbles something into the ground that may be 'gonna fucking kill you' or 'granny fishes well, yeah', but the killing intent rage there is quite clear.]

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[He presses down just a little more and leans down. One hand is still gripping the spear, but the other moves to grab one of his arms. Don't flail, you're under arrest. Or something.]

You can continue your loudness after you are healed and grateful for my help, alright?

[by the way this smile is a trap]

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[OF COURSE HE FLAILS ANYWAY BECAUSE IT'S HIM but really it's more like a twitch, between you and Sho he's expended a lot of energy and probably aggravated all the cracked ribs or whatever other numbers the liondrop did on him.]

Who'd... be grateful... asshole!

[He can't see your dumb trap-smile anyway, you're still stepping on him.]

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Ah, such language is rude.

[YANKING him up by that arm and twisting it behind his back. Gosh why is it so difficult to accept help, hm? Anyway, still has your spear too.]

Was this due to that lion? I thought you had taken care of it?

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You think I ca--

[HAVE LIKE, HALF A YELP which he swallows because he didn't quite expect that. Ow ow ow. He can't quite twist around since you're fucking with his arm enough already, but be aware that he is glaring ahead at nothing in the meantime.]

I did. You don't see him anywhere, do you?!

[... At least Japan didn't arrive earlier. Because Sho totally pwned him but you don't need to know that ever.]

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Ah, so it was barely a win, or...?

[Shoving him in the direction of the hospital and still holding on. Japan can read the atmosphere, so he might know what happened already.. :|a Uhuhu. Maybe. If you're being obvious.]