Challenging the gods (RANDOM FUN TIEMS)

[England]

(here's another installation of fun, random rp!)

Maybe, possibly, climbing up along a cliffside to hop onto an island only tethered to the mainland by a system of vines and roots in the dark wasn't the best idea in retrospect - but by the gods, the moment he'd heard from the locals (well 'heard' as they swore their gods would come down and smite him from stealing from them...) that their gods lived on the island... Rome couldn't resist.

"Come on men! ....... and women....." he added after a pause, trying, for once, to NOT incite Sicounin into punching him - they all were rather close to the edge of the cliffs, with only a few lanterns to guide them. "We're almost there!" you could hear the glee in his tone - action, fighting, strong adversaries, oh tonight would be FUN.

posting order:

Me~
Prussia
Lily
MamaIberia
Korea

[Preußen]

Germania felt a small tic forming below his eye as soon as the other man opened his mouth; the adverse reaction came from years of listening to nonsensical, idiotic declarations - he had long ago come to the conclusion that Rome did not think before speaking or acting. At all. It was as if the brunette was allergic to thinking or something...

He resisted the urge to shift his footing on the cliff-side just to kick the Roman man in the gut; it would be safer and more convenient to wait until they reached the top, then kick him off the edge. However, the question of why he even agreed to come along kept resurfacing in his mind, nagging in a rather irritating way that made him forget himself and occasionally come close to losing his footing. However, he was much more careful than the Roman idiot, so he always caught himself before he slipped completely.

It definitely wasn't like him to get this lost in thought, though. He blamed Rome for that, too.

[Liechtenstein]

Egypt merely twitched, her sandled foot slipping on the slick cliff face. Oh she was really going to kill Rome when they reached solid ground. She really was this time. How did he even manage to convince her to tag along with him. She could be home with her baby boy, but no, she had to be talked into traveling to God knows where by a pasta-brained idiot. And so far all that she had experienced was being nearly killed by locals, and covered in dirt. Though in retrospect, she should have protected the latter.

Pausing in her ascent to push black hair from her eyes, her gold bangles jingled. "I swear to Ra Rome, if your 'we're almost there' is another half hour, I will kill you."

[Iberia]

Almost there better be it, Iberia thought bitterly as she tried to keep herself from slipping for the umpteenth time since their little “adventure” had started. Why she had agreed to tag along with them was still beyond her; after all, she had children to take care of – children which did not include Rome and his many antics, thank goodness for that. It made no sense for her to be here; she just hoped something good would come out of it.

“How many times have you said that?”
Brushing some wild strands of hair away from her face, she cast their self-pronounced leader a glare, wholeheartedly agreeing with Egypt and fully intent on carrying out the threat.
Well.
Maybe after punching his face in; he was just that insufferable sometimes (read; most of the time).

[Wonsanji]

Aestii trailed behind the others, humming a soft, haunting lullaby as his mind drifted, not quite paying attention to the customary exchange of threats. Unlike the majority of the party, the Baltic did not really mind the exertion--true, it was a bit of a challenge, navigating for the right foot-holds in the semi-dark of twilight, especially with the weight of both the medicine pack and the flowing purple cloak about his shoulders, but Aestii knew that as long as he was careful and steady, no harm would come to him.

To keep his mind off the heights, the man allowed his gaze to travel along the vines, watching both for medicinal night-blooming flowers and tracking the progress of his little animal companions. The mouse was much further up than he, chittering nervously to the little brown bird that had decided to remain in Aestii's hair. The bird chirped back, before nestling out of sight. The Baltic smiled, chuckling, and continued his climb, humming low before calling up in a faintly dream-like tone, "What can we expect to encounter once we reach the top, Roma?"

It was a relevant question, as the party seemed to be coming in towards the lip of the cliff.

[England]

All the complaining went right over his head - or rather in one ear, and out the other as he was so used to complaints all the time, he just let it run off him like water on the proverbial duck. Seeing a large enough loose stone, he kicked it off the edge, listening for the sound of it hitting the bottom - after a short pause, there it was, the sound of shattering rock.

"Hmm...?" he snapped back to reality as his medic called up a question. Grinning fiercely, he spun around, unaware of the way his cape twirled dramatically in the man-made breeze. "What'll we find?" he chuckled, patting the sword at his side. "Those locals... they say their gods live up here. And I'm not entirely sure I believe that but I do know... I want to fight whatever IS up there." If he hadn't trained himself to reign in his exuberance, he would be bouncing on his toes.

"Just up on that island over there!" he pointed at the floating rock and the vines that lead to it.

[Preußen]

Germania listened to the others' complaints and protests in great amusement, although he didn't display it outwardly. He was at least thankful that he wasn't the only one who wanted to strangle the Roman for dragging them into this...'adventure.'

His gaze followed the pointing finger, and upon seeing the floating rock - which defied all logic and reason - and the vines that were obviously the only way to reach the rock, his fingers twitched toward the sword at his hip.

"Roma..." he ground out slowly between grit teeth. Germania was now wholly regretting tagging along on this adventure, and he was going to make sure that the Roman felt sorry for it.

Instead of continuing, he took a deep breath, letting his hand fall away from his sword hilt. A moment later, though, said hand was sailing on a course set for the back of the Roman's head.

[Liechtenstein]

"You want to do what!?" Egypt came to a halt, staring at the Roman as if he had grown five heads. The Egyptian women took a deep breath, trying to calm her temper. Even if all she wanted to do was throw something at Rome. Letting out her deep breath through her nose, she readjusted her position, before shooting their un-official leader and sharp look. "If there are gods up on that island, we should not challenge them. Or would you like to die?"

She regretted asking that immediately though. And inwardly she groaned realizing that regardless of what any of them said, Rome would continue upwards to challenge 'gods', whether they were true gods or not. And the rest of them would have to follow after him to make sure he wouldn't die. Shaking her head she glanced towards Iberia. "Honestly, how do we end up in these situations?

[Iberia]

That was ridiculous -- no, that was more than ridiculous. It was downright sad and it just increased her urge to push him off the cliff like he had done to that rock moments earlier. Honestly, Sicounin enjoyed a good battle if it was pushed her way, but to actually go out of her way and look for one? She should have been expecting that. This whole situation was beginning to grate on her nerves. Rome would be lucky to get out of this one without a black eye.

She made no more comments, however; it was pointless, in her humblest opinion, to try and reason with Rome. After all, if that was at all possible they probably wouldn’t be here, finding themselves in a ridiculous excuse for an adventure where they risked their own safety.
She caught herself absentmindedly playing with the handle of her falcata and pondered what were the odds of ending this journey without trying to stab him once or twice for good measure. Thankfully, Egypt brought her down to reality and she sighed, shrugging a bit. “I wish I could answer that question, I really do. It must be an illness of some sort."

[Wonsanji]

A flicker of a frown crossed the Baltic's face, as he admittedly did not find much appeal in challenging those that had done no harm to them. Particularly if they were gods. Sighing slightly, Aestii resigned himself again to the fact that Roma would always have that strange desire to conquer, and that it was intrinsic to his nature.

He just hoped that this time the other's nature would not lead to their graves.

Aestii looked around, taking an opportunity to savor the twilight breeze, smelling the sweetly foreign flowers on the winds and listening to the sounds of the Earth, far below, as she readied herself and all her children to sleep. A waxing moon was slowly rising, large and yellow like ripening fruit, filling the night with the magic of increase. Aestii smiled, so caught in the vision that he almost didn't notice when the party lifted up and over the cliffs, climbing over straight vines.

"It is no wonder, if they are gods, that they choose to live where they can see so much beauty," the Baltic thought aloud, letting the wind carry his words away.

[England]

His grin grew to the point where he believe that if it got any larger it would go straight off his face - and that's when a fist met the back of his head. "Ow~" he whined, rubbing the soon-to-be-bruising part of his head. Turning back around, he saw Germania with his fist still raised. "Germaniaaaa... what was that for?" he pouted, well aware that someone his age shouldn't pout anymore but also believing that you were only as old as you chose to be.

Seeing the scowls all around -well, minus one... - he managed to guess that no one was too hot on the idea of seeing if they were stronger than gods. Shrugging internally, he didn't care - he'd conquered bigger, badder nations than a potential god and he knew he was up for the challenge.

[Preußen]

Germania simply glared at the pouting brunette. If the man couldn't figure out why he had been hit, Germania wasn't about to tell him. Regardless, he recognized the angry looks on most of the faces surrounding them, and he was sure that Rome recognized them as well; the man was a dense idiot, but he had his own moments of comprehension.

Sighing softly, he ran a hand through his hair, pulling a few stray strands out of his eyes as he looked toward the floating isle. Challenging gods or not...He turned to the other "adventurers" and frowned.

"Whether or not there are gods on that isle, we're already halfway there. What would be the point in turning back now?" he questioned softly, rolling his eyes as a bit. He knew Rome would never let him live this one down - actually agreeing with him?! - and was prepared to hit the man again if he so much as mentioned it.

[Liechtenstein]

"Definitely an illness," she responded, shooting Iberia a small smile. Her eyes drifted up to where Germania was, Egypt sighing in response. He did have a very good point. And as usual, the calmer, rational words brought her growing rage to a halt. Shifting her wait, she began climbing again, hell bent on getting to the top before her sandals were completely ruin. They were halfway there already. No point in turning back.

Besides, if this turned out to be a complete waste of time, she was sure giving Rome a good punch in the gut would relieve her anger.

[Iberia]

The scenery was beautiful, indeed, Sicounin noticed, taking a moment to glance at her surroundings. The light source was not the best, but she could see much more than she had expected, if only she took a moment to appreciate nature. She was sure to blame Rome for her lack of attention; after all, she loved the wilderness, but that man’s presence was more than enough to break her concentration.

She returned Egypt’s smile with one of her own, before focusing her attention on Germania as well. It was true, if they had gone so far already, then contrary to all hopes, it was pointless to go back. Iberia would not be the first one to go against his rational train of thought and as such, she turned her attention to climbing once more. If anything, they would discover a new area and perhaps get some rest. They would see about kicking Rome off the cliff for his foolishness later.

[Wonsanji]

Aestii took up the low hum again, even as the small mouse crawled up his arm and into the safety of his hair. The Baltic couldn't blame the critter--truthfully, he wasn't too keen on being so high above the Earth himself. The glimpses between the vines of the ground far below made Aestii intrinsically uneasy, though he managed to hide his discomfort by focusing on his grip.

There was, however, an abrupt increase in his pace, soon bypassing the two female nations and catching up to Germania. He had enough presence of mind to shift his cloak out of the way for them, increasing the tempo of his hum and picking his way through the vines.

"Other than gods, what else may we expect, Roma?" Aestii spoke mostly to distract himself, and the slight tremor in his voice gave him a mile away.