A Random Book of Randomness

Roleplay day 7

K: UPA was still slightly stunned and confused as to why Poland of all people would hug him, especially after how brutal he had been towards the polish population back in the 1940s.  None the less he simply followed the two, still leaning on Mandara for support.

M: As they walked through the forest, Mandara noticed how quiet UPA was and was slightly concerned about it, he was going to ask what was wrong until a vibrating in his feathers made him stop dead in his tracks, and Poland did the same seconds after. 

"Do you feel that?" Poland asked, to which Mandara nodded excitedly, 

"I do, it feels like Thunder!" 

"It does, you two stay here and I will go get him, ok Mandy," Poland said and Mandara nodded again.   Poland pecked him on the cheek then took off towards where the vibrations were coming from.

K: UPA stopped with him, straightening up once he felt the vibrations, he wasn't one who often used them but he could still feel them.  He nodded slightly and waited for Poland to fly off before softly sighing as he started to lower himself to the ground "I'm going to sit." He said quietly.

M: Mandara nodded and let him down, then sat down next to him.  As they waited for Poland and MA, Mandara decided to look over his hurt wing since he didn't get to before.  On the outside it was fine, other than the feathers picking up dirt and derbies from dragging on the forest floor, it looked uninjured.  

Satisfied with the outer appearance of his wing, Mandara tried to move it to inspect any internal damage and instantly regretted it.  He let out a yelp as pain spread from his wing throughout his body, it was almost as bad as when Ussr broke his wings.

"S-shit," he winced, "haven't felt pain like that in a long time."

K: He sat on the ground with a soft sigh as he slowly rubbed his good leg before glancing over at his own wing, slightly moving it only to winch and stop.  He jumped slightly when Mandara let out a pained yelp, instantly looking over at the country with concern. "Are you okay?"

M: "Y-yeah" Mandara said, still trying to recover from the pain, "I just made the stupid decision to try and move my wing, I definitely think I tore a muscle or something." He waited a minute for the pain to dissipate before speaking again, 

"I am such an idiot, my recklessness caused me to hurt my wing and yours too, now neither of us are gonna be able to fly for a while and it's all my fault."  Mandara turned away from UPA and muttered under his breath, "I don't deserve my wings."

K: "Well let's hope it's only that, a torn muscle is better than a broken wing." He said before furrowing his brows, moving closer, and putting a hand on the other's shoulder. 

"Hey! Don't you dare say that, it's not all your fault, we're both at fault here and never say you don't deserve them." He spoke in a stern voice, his tone dropping as he added "if anyone doesn't deserve them it's me." He said that barely above a whisper, mostly to himself.

M: Mandara was slightly startled by UPA's tone of voice, but he understood what he was trying to say, he was also confused at the last statement that the militant said, he was going to ask him about it, but someone shouting cut him off. 

"TRIGGER!!" the voice yelled, Mandara instantly knew who it was and quickly stood up, just in time to see MA and Poland fly into view and towards him.  When the two landed, MA wasted no time pulling Mandara into a massive hug, being careful of his wing.