Death and Rebirth: Roleplay with TheNovaSwag #2

Chapter 71

N:   Royal had finally returned, having burnt Suebi's head and making sure every bit of him was gone, and she smelt of burnt flesh as she wandered into the compound, getting side eyes from the passing servants. When she stumbled across Prudoria, she smiled a bit.

"Sorry about the smell," she apologized, "but it's nice to see you walking around, although," she glanced at the manticore, "if you're planning to take him everywhere, just be aware that everyone is not used to him."

M:   Prudoria jumped a little for Royal surprising him, but relaxed quickly and smiled back, "he's just for security, in case I run into BE and he tries to pick on me again. He won't hurt anyone unless I tell him to, which I don't plan on it."

He pat Aslan's head and earned a few purrs, though when he sniffed at Royal he did recoil at her stench.

"You can say that again bud," the country agreed, holding his face where his nose should be, "have you been barbecuing, Royal, because you're not very good at it, you smell like the time Prussia got struck by lightning when he was flying in a rainstorm, except worse."

After a second to reorient himself from the odor, he gave his big cat a second look, then poked him on the nose, a golden glitter wave enveloped Aslan, and when it dispersed he looked like a regular lion.

"Is that better," he asked.

N:   Royal gave an uneasy shrug, "Eh, you don't get lions in Britain, but it would do."

When a servant passed by and gave her a look of disgust, she answered Prudoria's question, "was burning Suebi's head, but half the time Wren was in control since she just wanted to see how it was like to 'barbecue' a countryhuman head, so it took longer than expected." She ruefully chuckled as she shook her head, "I swear, Wren is the embodiment of intrusive thoughts."

There was an awkward pause, and when Ireland came along, she was quick to leave the situation. "Hey, Ire," she called out, grabbing his attention, "could you give Prudoria a tour here?"

"Why are you asking me to do it," he answered with his arms crossed, "what's up with you Brits huh? Do it yourself."

"I'm English, which makes it even better, besides I need to clean up before I stink up the entire compound, so adios," and with that, she waved and walked away.

The Irishman sighed before glancing at the Prussian and the lion, humming as he did, "So, where do you want to go?"

M:   Prudoria shrugged, "I don't know, I was just wandering around, didn't really have a set destination."

The Prussian looked around to decide where to go, he caught a glimpse of BE walking down one of the halls and hid behind a corner. "Um, m-maybe someplace farther away from him," he whimpered, "I don't want to be caught in his territory, he might see it as a challenge."

N:   "You? A challenge?" Ireland asked, raising a brow, "Not to be rude, but you're not exactly a challenge to his territory. He has, to be blunt, more important people to worry about, like the other empires and kingdoms, but you're still relatively young. A challenge to his territory, no, but a potential threat, well that's up to him."

The Irishman began to walk around, showing Prudoria the different parts of the compound, talking about the areas where he can visit and shouldn't enter. Eventually, Ireland showed the winged country the corridor with various offices from the residents, and noticing that Saxon's door was ajar, he decided to knock on it. Hearing that his grandfather was in, he opened the door to see the entity was reading a letter, so he asked what it was about.