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[igirisu]

Characters: You & Arthur!
Format: Action or prose.
This log is: open
Location: At the lake
Summary: Arthur chilling but feeling sick from the sun.
Warnings: Hm, language possibly? Will edit this if something goes on!

[ it was a hot day, very hot. being by the lake made it possibly a bit cooler but that wasn't what made Arthur feel ill, if anything it was that bloody sun.

luckily there was a tree beside the lake, frequently the man would splash his face with water and lean back against the tree, staying calm in the shade. ]

Damn...

[ arthur groaned, his eyes felt like they were burning ]

Comments

[pennypincher]

[ Lemina is getting acquainted with this new city by wandering around and seeing what she can see. When she comes to the lake, she notices a man -- one of the other people from the train -- sitting there under a tree, groaning all angstily like the world is ending. sorry arthur, she's kind of a jerk ]

Yeah, this place kind of stinks, doesn't it?

[babysage]

[Kotaro was on an adventure! He had his parasol so he wasn't too worried about the sun and he was exploring! His brother hadn't been at the train, which was sad. Because it had been ages now and his brother still hadn't turned up to save him!

He saw the man under the tree and skipped over.] Hello!

[countryofassholes]

[Lounging by the lake is usually her schtick, so when she spots Arthur doing the exact same thing a faint smile curls her lips in amusement. Despite his swear and his rather tired appearance, for some reason he reminds her of someone.]

Problem?

[conquistador]

( It isn't quite the sea but Spain can't help but visit it. It's calming being surrounded by water. The way small waves splash against the shore and how the sun reflects off the surface. . . He's making his way to the lake when he sees a familiar face and approaches. )

Ay, you look like you're going to die. Hurry up.

[unbridledfangs]

[Kamui is passing by dressed in pure black as he wanders the island, seeking a way to leave or an area that isn't covered by wall. Unsurprisingly, he has had no luck thus far.

When he spots Arthur, he has all the intention of moving on and disregarding the (apparently) dying man, but instinct tells him to stop and pursue this niggling feeling in the back of his mind. The sensation that there is some kind of... link between the two of them. So, he's walking towards three with curiosity in his eyes.]

You...

[france]

How surprising it is to find you here! [ The melody of his accent is laced with staunch sarcasm, ironic rhetoric slipping into the lines between his speech. ] After all, you are from such a bright and sunny country, petit Angleterre.

[ Taking a seat beside him, he offers a wayward smile at the not-country. Not that he knows that quite yet. ]

You look like death warmed over, my friend.