Planning to app this butt into Arcanarum. :3

[ornery_confederate]

Ya gotta be shittin' me y'know. Yer really plannin' on puttin' me in some game where I'm meant ta be a demon thing?!

Mun, was it? Yer on somethin' more serious than what I'll be drinkin' in a few hours.

Especially to be thinkin' I'm gonna stay in this damn outfit. Jes' cuz ya put me in it?! Ahaha. No.


(I'm the worst at tags excuse my dumb I meant canon original only.)

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Okay, this gets political because it's nation-tans, sorry

[turul]

You poor child.

[Though she is trying to be sympathetic, she cannot help but let some bitterness creep into her voice. This boy was formed on ideals said to be lofty, but in truth covered a horrifying practice. This child had torn apart a boy who she knew, who welcomed her into his home in a time of crisis. What suits him better than the title of a demon?]

No problem! ouob

[ornery_confederate]

[Alexander can tell she's not entirely sympathetic to his woes. And truth be told, he doesn't believe she has any real reason to be.]

I'm not a child. I'm a man. An' as such, I'll find a way ta turn this ta my advantage or stop it altogether.

[He is stubborn after all. If nothing else. How else would he have torn himself away from America, a painful feat for which he feels no sorrow?]

Hungarian Americans settled up North so Hungary is a Billy Yank!

[turul]

[She tsks her tongue.]

There you go again. Careful not to bite off more than you can chew.

[ornery_confederate]

[There is so much side-eye going on you cannot believe...]

Jes' cuz yer predisposed ta sympathize with the Yank brat doesn't mean I'm any less able ta take care of myself. In case it's escaped yer notice, I did manage ta separate myself from him at least.

[Not permanently, ahaha. But who's being specific?]

[turul]

[She just glares at him for bringing that up. He had betrayed his older brother who had bent over backwards to please him. He had set brother against brother, state against state. He had disturbed the peace of her people in their new homeland. Demon, Cain, Judas.]

And he took you back.

[While exacting a heavy toll on his body and Alfred's heart. She could still hear Ohio's bitter tears for Georgia's burning. Or see New York, stained with the blood of his fallen brethren. They were not her children, but her people had watched as they slaughtered each other.]

[ornery_confederate]

[He has no tolerance for America, and no tolerance for those who do not sympathize with his side. Not even beautiful women.]

He took me back because he wanted the land back. Don't pretend ya know what this war was all about, ma'am. It wasn't jes' me lookin' for trouble, y'know, and I'll thank ya ta remember all of the history.

[turul]

[She sighs and shakes her head. He is correct--this is not her history. Whatever reasons they might have had, she only knows a few of them, having come to America's house only during late 1840s.]

Nevertheless, as one country to another, I'd like to warn you against being too stubborn. Even when you think you're right, you may find everyone is willing to give you their sympathy but not their aid.

[And she had learned that through failed revolutions and broken promises.]

[ornery_confederate]

[His ever-present scowl seems to soften at that.]

True enough. Ain't too many set on helpin' me out, after all. But speakin' of helpin', while you're here why don'tcha help me outta this damn armor?

[Alexander's loathe to request assistance, but he doesn't know his way around this stuff.]

[turul]

[She gives a little laugh.]

Now, now. I'm a little too old for you.

[Nevertheless, she does start helping him undo the armor straps.]

[heroiccia]

Haha! You look ridiculous!

[ornery_confederate]

[Is that his eye twitching? Yes, quite possibly.]

At least I can change outta this getup. You're never gonna be able to change outta yer stupid.

[heroiccia]

I can so change my clothes, unlike you! Will your mun even let ya change?

[ornery_confederate]

...You didn't even pay any attention...ta what I jes' said.

[Clever wordplay is lost on this idiot, he supposes.]

I don't give a shit if my mun wants me in these clothes. I'm gettin' outta them soon as I can get the armor off!!

[And he thusly proceeds to mess with it.]