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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Aug 27, 2012 22:12:20 GMT -5
The snow crunched underneathe his feet as Canada plowed through yet another snow bank. One arm rested at his side, while the other was placed on top of his pistol in case there was any danger. He hadn't seen anything moving at all so far, but you could never be to careful, especially when you were out on patrol. You would be away from the other countries that might help you, well, almost all of them anyway.
He glanced over to his right to find England standing, or rather, walking beside him. It was always nice to have someone to depend on while out in the forest. He knew that he couldn't completely depend on England, but the older country could still offer some sort of help. Whether it was physical help, or advice.
Canada stopped in his tracks. He looked at the forest around him with a puzzled look. He didn't remember passing throught this part of the forest before. He looked back towards Engand and stated "I, I think we're lost."
(( Yes, you are walking with me. Sorry if I'm godmodding. I'll change it if you want. ))
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Post by England on Aug 28, 2012 9:49:23 GMT -5
((It's fine. This lower level of godmodding is acceptable, don't worry xD))
England was just enjoying the cold air that nipped at his face as he walked. The warehouse got stuffy after a while, so when he saw Canada looking for a partner for his patrol shift, he immediately jumped at the occasion to go out and get some air. His boots crunched on the foot-deep snow, his gloved hands tightly gripping his gun as if it were a safety blanket. If he was honest with himself, he wouldn't have dared step outside the warehouse without his gun.
He wasn't really paying attention to his surroundings as he walked, lost in thought and contemplating life, so he only realized that his partner had stopped when he took a few steps without him. It took him a moment to register what he'd said as well, but when he did understand, he immediately did a 360 to confirm or infirm that thought.
He ended up confirming it, albeit hesitantly.
"Well, all trees look the same. I'm sure that if we just turn back around, we'll find our way back somehow..." he mumbled, looking up to Canada (when had he gotten so tall?) for further thoughts on the matter.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Aug 28, 2012 10:45:47 GMT -5
"Okay." replied Canada. It was sensible to turn around and come back the way they had come, why didn't he think of that? Although, he didn't agree with England on one thing, all of the trees were differant. Some were tall or short, skinny or wide, had smooth bark or rough bark. They were all unique in their own way. Not to mention, there were differant types of trees, did everyone think he only had maple trees in his country?
He turned completely around and looked in the direction they had come. The foot prints that they had made in the snow were already beginning to disappear. Was it really snowing that hard? He hadn't noticed until now. Now that he thought about it, the wind was also blowing a bit harder than normal. Well, it was winter after all.
He glanced back at England while pointing in the direction they had come and asked "We go this way then?"
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Post by England on Aug 28, 2012 23:38:31 GMT -5
"I guess?" England shrugged, shielding his eyes for a moment as the wind picked up, whipping his face. Resecuring the cap he'd pulled over his head, he burrowed his face in the fur of his parka and got closer to Canada so he wouldn't lose him. "I was under the impression that you knew these parts. Then again, I guess I can't expect you to recognize every inch of the land, even if it is yours." he had to stop just short of yelling to make sure that Canada had heard him.
Looking around, he noted how the wind was picking the snow off the ground and making it fly low, whipping their boots and all the way up to their knees. England briefly regretted not wearing snowpants, since he believed that his cloth-and-fur-lined winter training pants would suffice. Apparently not. They were somewhat humid before of the whirling snow, and England had no desire to get sick.
"So.... Just remind me which way we were going?" he asked again, shielding his eyes to try and spot where they'd come from.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Aug 29, 2012 15:33:21 GMT -5
"I'm sorry England, it's hard to remember where everything is. I'll look at a map when we get back to the warehouse." promised Canada. He felt bad letting England down like this, it was his country after all. He should know where everything is. Well, all he could do was try harder next time.
"Oh, We were patrolling the edge of the forest, but I guess we went in a little to far." answered Canada. He felt guilty for getting them lost, since he was the one who asked England to come along with him. If England didn't say yes, then they both would have been inside the warehouse right now. He was sure that none of the other countries would want to come with him, and he wasn't going to break the rules and go alone. What if he got attacked? He didn't know if would be able to defend himself all alone.
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Post by England on Aug 30, 2012 20:29:42 GMT -5
"Well.... do you think the plains are that way or that way?" He pointed to his left and then to his right, before realizing that for all they knew, the plain where their warehouse was could be to his north or south as well. "... Alright, perhaps that wasn't the smartest thing to ask." he mumbled more to himself, and dragged his feet through the snow to get closer to Canada. A particularly strong gust of wind made him shiver, and he briefly wondered how it was even possible for the storm to pick up so quickly. They were in the later winter months, shouldn't the snowstorms technically decrease in intensity as they expected spring soon?
"Do you think one of us should climb a tree to check for possible guiding points?" Although he himself sincerely doubted they would be seeing anything over 1 meter in front of them with the snow blowing so hard. "Because we sure aren't getting anywhere by just standing here and freezing our lips blue."
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Sept 1, 2012 12:11:11 GMT -5
"Maybe we could figure out where the plains are, wouldn't they be at a lower altitude than the rest of the forest?" He looked down at the ground, but it was impossible to tell if the land sloped upwards or downwards from this angle. If it even had a slope at all, it would be very slight. "Nevermind, I don't think this forest has a downward angle."
"Yes, I think that could work, do you want me to climb the tree?" asked Canada. He really didn't want England to hurt himself, he would feel even more guilty than he already was. Also, it wouldn't be a good idea to get injured when nether of them were medics, and who knows how far away they were from the warehouse?
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Post by England on Sept 4, 2012 23:50:43 GMT -5
"Yes, scrap the slope idea, because I'd be surprised if you could tell from where we are." England nodded, and thought for a moment about Canada's proposition. "Alright then. Climb a tree, I'll keep watch on the ground. And be very careful, visibility isn't exactly at its highest point right now... If you realize mid-way that you can't see anything, come right back down, because a lookout in that case would serve to nothing if you can't even see three feet in front of you."
He then patted Canada on the shoulder and took a few steps towards one of the trees, one with branches hanging low enough for Canada to be able to climb easily. The boy was a scout, surely he'd be able to climb it without trouble, considering his agility. England was just slightly worried about his ability to react in time if ever they got surrounded by zombies. The whistling wind covered all sounds, and the snow was starting to blur the landscape around him. That was not good. They really had to find their way back soon.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Sept 8, 2012 0:23:08 GMT -5
"Ok" answered Canada with a nod. He stepped up close to the tree and set both of his hands on the shortest limb, which was only slightly above his head. He started to pull himself up over the branch, setting his feet on the trunk of the tree, and pulling his torso up over the limb. Then he swung his leg over the branch, now sitting astride the limb, similar to how you would sit on a horse. He glanced down at England for a look of approval, but quickly looked back up again. The wind seemed to be just as strong here as it was on the ground. He grasped the rough tree bark and hung on until the wind died down a little.
With a look of determination, Canada clung to the next branch up, pulling his body up so that he could place his boots on the branch he had been sitting on. It was hard to keep his balance while standing up in the tree with his boots on, it would be much easier if he was barefoot. He couldn't remember that last time he had climbed a tree, although it felt great, almost like he was a colony again.
He continued to climb the tree until the branches became too small to hold his weight. Luckily, this was towards the top end of the tree, so he could see a lot from the branch he was currently residing on. If he looked to his left, he could see the warehouse roof in the distance, but it would take some time to reach it. Once he confirmed this fact, he headed back down the tree, slower than when he had climbed up. It was always harder to climb down the tree than to climb up.
When he finally made it to the closest branch to the ground, Canada gripped it tightly, and swung down to the ground. Since he was so tall, his boots smashed into the snow that was on the ground. He let go of the branch above him and started to rub the palms of his hands. They were now red from swinging down from that branch.
"I saw the warehouse up there, it seems to be over to my right, your left." said Canada. He looked up at England's face, stilling holding his hands, waiting for a response.
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Post by England on Sept 8, 2012 14:54:08 GMT -5
England waited for Canada to disappear in the treetops before turning his head down and looking around the area. He subconsciously caressed his gun and the safety trigger, a bad feeling coursing through his veins. He hoped he wouldn't have to use it. His gun was an old model, not protected against icing, so if it jammed, it could be harmful, potentially 'fatal', if it exploded in his face. Of course, his body would regenerate and reconstruct with time, but did he really want Canada to lug his bloody corpse back to the warehouse? What if the explosion harmed him as well? They'd both be buried under the snow, or eaten by some wandering zombies before they could make it out. That would... suck, to say the least.
Needless to repeat, England hoped there would be no trouble on their way back. If they could find it, that is. Thankfully, Canada seemed to have the situation under control as he swung down and announced his findings. England threw an eye at his hands, but merely clapped him on the shoulder and motioned to his left.
"Wonderful. The storm hasn't picked up enough to disturb your vision, I see. We should get going, before visibility becomes worse. Not to mention that I am freezing, don't know about you." he grumbled, burying his nose in his scarf and mumbling a few swears.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Sept 12, 2012 20:06:00 GMT -5
(( Sorry, this is going to be short. I don't have a lot of time. ))
Canada jumped when England clapped a hand on his back. He hadn't been expecting that at all. Maybe he was just a bit jumpy today, although it seemed like a normal day, except it had a lot more wind.
"Yes, I guess we should be going." agreed Canada. They had already spent enough time out here in the cold, and England wasn't having any fun at all. He couldn't blame the island nation, being to cold was never fun. He had been lucky enough to be used to this sort of weather.
"I'm not all that cold, do you want to wear my coat? It might make you warmer." offered Canada. He couldn't let the country he once called father freeze to death.
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Post by England on Sept 12, 2012 22:06:51 GMT -5
"Are you joking?" England looked at him as if he were crazy. "It's bloody freezing here! I don't care if you've lived in a land of ice and snow for the past five, six centuries, I will not have you catching a cold. Keep the coat and let's get moving." as if to prompt them to follow this decision, a gust of wind tore through the woods, whistling as it rushed across branches, pines trees, and picked up snow from the ground.
"Let's move." England motioned with his head, grunting as a sudden blast of snow whipped his face, his cheeks stinging. Nonetheless, he started walking forward, careful with his footing. Hoping that Canada was following (because with the atrocious wind whistling and ruffling the pine trees, there wasn't much to be heard), he ducked between trees and walked forward in the direction Canada had pointed. At some point, though, the snow blew so hard that his vision whited out for a second. Shivering, England bit his lip. That was not a good sign.
"Canada!" he called, turning around to find the northern nation through the snow. "It's picking up fast!" his throat burned as he yelled with all his might, hoping the other could hear him. "Do you think we'll be able to make it back before we're buried alive?"
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Sept 18, 2012 21:03:51 GMT -5
"I'm sorry England." said Canada, tilting his head slightly downward to look at his snow covered boots. He was only trying to help. It seemed like he never did anything right anymore. Nothing he did was ever good enough for anyone. Well, then he would just have to try harder next time. He picked his head back up only to be blasted with cold wind. Tiny pieces of ice hit his cheeks, just small enough not to leave lasting marks. If he wasn't careful, bigger shards of ice could leave tiny cuts on his skin.
Following England's comand, Canada trailed right behind the island nation, like a baby duckling following it's mother. He knew where to go, that wasn't the problem. He just never felt on the same league as England. They were allies of course, but were they friends? He liked to think so, and yet, they never seemed to talk anymore. It had been like this for a while, ever since he gained independence. They never had quite the same relationship as they used to.
As he contemplated their friendship, the storm picked up fast. He didn't hear England call his name, and ended up bumping into the older country. After catching himself from falling, he instinctively bowed his head slightly and said "I'm so sorry England, please forgive me. I wasn't paying attention. What did you say?"
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Post by England on Sept 18, 2012 23:02:07 GMT -5
England had to stop for a moment, confused at the show of formality. Since when had the two become so distant? Last time he'd checked, Canada and him were on great terms, being a part of the Commonwealth and all. Something inside of him cracked as he realized they'd probably drifted apart during the first times of crisis. Hell, he could also be to blame for forgetting about the poor lad over half the time. England really was a bad parent. Such a charming young man, and he dared distance himself to the point where formalities were needed? That would not do.
Deciding to make things clear, England sighed and patted his head (or he guessed that was his head, hidden underneath his parka hood).
"No, it's fine. I was just asking you for your opinion. You really don't need be so apologetic, lad." he glanced around, biting his cracked lips. "It doesn't look like we're going to be able to get anywhere. The storm's too thick, we won't see anything and we'll get even more lost at this rate." he winced, pulling his scarf up to hide his nose. "Do we still keep moving anyway? Or should we outwait the storm somewhere safe?" he was now yelling again as the wind picked up, making him shiver. God damn Canadian winters and their intensity. At least they were only in the lower parts of Canada. He didn't think he'd ever dare step a foot outside the warehouse if they were located in Northern Canada.
He looked around him, noting that all the trees around them were high pine trees. Those didn't give much opportunity for stability if they ever sought refuge inside of them, so they would be to consider only if nothing else came up. The snow was also pretty deep under their feet, and not compact, so the danger of stepping in a marsh area buried under the snow was also very present. All that, plus the fact that visibility was close to null, and when you couldn't see, you couldn't anticipate and defend yourself properly. England felt naked without his vision, which is why a chill ran across his body as he realized he was having trouble even seeing Canada right next to him.
"Either way, we have to move, we can't just stay rooted here!"
((Could I call the zombie mod into this? Just for the hell of it?))
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Sept 30, 2012 19:13:14 GMT -5
(( Sure, that would be great! ))
"Oh, okay. I'll try not to apologize so much." Canada was a little confused why England, of all people, didn't want him to be polite and say he was sorry. He did tend to say sorry a lot, maybe he just sounded like a broken record. That was no big deal, he could change the way he said things any time he wanted to. However, how loud he talked was a different story. It didn't matter how hard he tried, his voice wouldn't ever be very loud.
"It would be best if we found somewhere to wait out the storm, but there isn't anywhere around here we could wait out the storm." answered Canada. He looked around them as far as he could, which wasn't very far at all, and tried to spot somewhere they could go, or a landmark that might lead them closer to the warehouse. He could barely see ten feet in front of him with his glasses fogging up like this, much less anywhere they might be able to hide from the storm. He look his glasses off of his nose and used the edge of his coat to wipe them off. It wasn't very smart to wipe his glasses off on such a dirty piece of clothing, but there was nothing else he could use.
"I guess we could stay right here, that way we won't get lost. Maybe we could stand right under one of those pine trees so that we won't lose each other. How does that sound?" asked Canada, looking at England for his opinion.
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