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Post by South Korea on Oct 11, 2010 16:54:40 GMT -5
Silently, Heracles shook his head. As empty as his stomach felt, he knew that he wouldn't be able to stomach any form of food without throwing up again.
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Post by America on Oct 11, 2010 17:23:05 GMT -5
"Suit yourself. But if you do not eat at some point today, I will force food down your throat. Now, boy, follow me," he held his hand out.
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Post by South Korea on Oct 11, 2010 17:26:48 GMT -5
He nodded before quickly getting up from where he had sat.
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Post by America on Oct 11, 2010 17:36:35 GMT -5
Turkey lead Greece off the ship and inhaled once his foot touched land. As much as he liked conquering people and killing and whatnot, it was good to be home.
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Post by South Korea on Oct 11, 2010 17:40:39 GMT -5
Greece on the other hand seemed to be more on edge on; on the other side of the Aegean away from home... He gritted his teeth.
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Post by America on Oct 11, 2010 17:45:02 GMT -5
Turkey lead the way to a very. Very large and colorful home. He didn't even look at Greece before heading inside. Immidietly, servents came to his side and took of the heavy robes and armor, but left his mask on. Now only half his face was exposed, and he was in the lighter, sweat drenched slothes he wore underneath the formal attire. Light, satin, poofy pants and a simple vest.
((I think that would be the attire back then...?))
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Post by South Korea on Oct 11, 2010 18:15:26 GMT -5
Greece blinked up at the large house; sure he had expected /something/ big and afcny, but nothing like this. Even with all the flambouyancy; he, preferring the simplicity of his old home, found such a house intimidating.
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Post by America on Oct 11, 2010 18:20:19 GMT -5
He glanced at Greece, then rolled his eyes, "Follow me. I'll take you to your room and you can find out the rest of the house on your own," he began up some marble steps, "And, if you even step foot in my room, I'll cut your leg off."
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Post by South Korea on Oct 11, 2010 18:22:29 GMT -5
"Understood." He said softly, following the older man up the steps.
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Post by America on Oct 11, 2010 18:25:46 GMT -5
"Good boy," Turkey smirked and made it to the top, before quickly going left, "You will have a single servent," Turkey continued, glancing back at Greece, "Be thankful I'm not making you one."
He opened the door and there stood a man, a little shorter than Turkey, with long black hair that touched his shoulders. He stared back at Greece, looking a bit frightened, "His name is Bayram."
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Post by South Korea on Oct 11, 2010 18:28:30 GMT -5
Greece blinked; he had completely excpected to be a servant to the empire. "Um...thank you..." He looked at Bayram nervously and with some curiosity. "Er... hello?"
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Post by America on Oct 11, 2010 18:36:06 GMT -5
Bayram bowed, and Turkey left. Bayram stayed down.
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Post by South Korea on Oct 11, 2010 18:37:57 GMT -5
"Uh, you don't need to bow..." Greece said, looking down at Bayram.
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Post by America on Oct 11, 2010 18:38:45 GMT -5
Bayram leaned back up, "Would you like anything?" he asked weakly.
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Post by South Korea on Oct 11, 2010 18:44:09 GMT -5
"I don't want anything." Greece said. Or at least, anything that was possible for you to give me. he added in his mind. ((5 posts after introducing Bayram, and I already wanna give him a hug ewe;  ) |
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