Death and Rebirth: Roleplay with TheNovaSwag #2

Chapter 85

N:   Meanwhile, the named Scotsman was sitting in the infirmary, glancing angrily between the Frenchman and the Englishman in front of him, his arms crossed.

"Could the both of you," Scotland growled, "for once in your damn lives not fight."

England and KoF just glanced at each other, the former with a bruise in the center of his face while the latter had bandages wrapped around the top of his head, parts of it staining red.

"You have to be some god to make us not fight," England scoffed, side-eyeing the Kingdom, "and he deserved it."

"I was just peering around the library," KoF grumbled, "nothing that deserved a chair to the head."

"Like I said, you deserved it," which earned a facepalm from the Scot.

Scotland just shook his head before turning to when Esha walked into the room, his eyes widened in shock.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED, ORAIL?!" he yelled, which caught both KoF and England by surprise, "DID YOU GET YOURSELF INTO TROUBLE?"

M:   "No she just went on a murder spree," Uskaine explained nonchalantly, "some idiot humans captured and abused Sleipnir, then attempted to sell him. Esha didn't give us the details, but she came back with the severed head of the buyer and probably piked him somewhere."

Esha nodded in confirmation, there was no remorse or shame in her eyes, they were emotionless yet satisfied at the same time. She then took some papers out of her bag and handed them to the Scotsman, and although covered in blood, they were clearly the sell papers for her beloved Sigven.

"Keep your American brat away from my family," she growled, pointing to a part that said the buyer was going to give Sleipnir to the revolutionist, "if I see him so much as look at someone the wrong way, I will have no problem shoving his head on a spear just like his accomplice, and tell BE that he needs to crack down harder on his insurrection."

With that, she shouldered past Scotty and headed to the back to get decontaminated.

N:   Scotland just stared wide-eyed at the contract, looking up to England, who was equally as confused.

"America wouldn't do that," the Englishman asked, "right?"

"I can go and check now," Scotland replied, "he's down with Royal and see if this is actually true." Standing up, he glanced between the men before him, "No fighting while I'm gone."

"Of course," KoF scoffed, "we're not children."

The Scotsman side-eyed them before leaving, to which the Frenchman muttered, "Eat shit and die."

"Yes, you too," England frowned.

M:   Uskaine groaned at the Frenchman's words, he had about enough of this, so with a snap of his fingers, KoF's voice was taken away, symbolized by a yellow light orb exiting his chest and floating over to the centaur's hand.

"I've had about enough of your unnecessary comments," he grumbled, "if you have nothing appropriate to say, then you shouldn't say anything at all, not even British Empire has the mouth you do. So, you are going to remain muted until the ball, or until you learn to wash out that radioactive waste of a mouth of yours, at least then we can have some peace and quiet."

N:   All the Frenchman could do was turn angrily to the Eternal, miming out his frustration while England just snickered.