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It would seem that the ship is doing things again.

[What, an obvious statement but no hello Russia? He doesn't bother with niceties this time, simply drumming fingers alongside the curve of his jaw, purple eyes shimmering with something entirely too close to excitement to be comforting. He's in his room, the shadows catching at his shoulders, seemingly clinging to the broad expanse. It had been oh so boring lately with nothing happening and only a few people to provoke.]

Black smoke, possession [he laughs] Who would have thought? At least the Tranquility doesn't do repeat performances, that would be such a disappointment. But I suppose if we must be captive at least there's some entertainment provided.

[A grin stretches across his face, pitched perfectly, and tips his head as he addresses the nations left on board.]

How many of us are there left still? I've talked to very few of us lately, it seems. [He lets his voice go ever so worried, brow furrowing.] I would hope we aren't getting picked off.

Anyway, perhaps a meeting would do us well? Could make keeping tabs a tad easier, da?

[That said he leans forward and switches off the feed, letting his smile spread wide as soon as the screen blanks. It would seem the fun's just starting.]

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[Given the past few days? He is in a foul motherfucking mood.

And who better to take it out on than this grinning loon. Guy was obviously reveling in the chaos, even wanted camaraderie, so why not start some shit.]

A world meeting never solved a damn thing. [At that he throws the screen a glare - c'mon, prove him otherwise.] All you're doin' is taunting your sister.

[If she's still here, absolutely implied.]

[And that's easily picked up on. Russia's smile goes sharp, voice quite nearly condescending. The post really wasn't about camaraderie, more so about letting him have an outlet to poke and prod at the other nations, whisper and croon words of solidarity and rebellion in their ears. Oh how fun would it be to start a real mutiny? Russia near shivers in anticipation.]

I never said it was so we could solve anything, because truly that's impossible. [He laughs in the face of that glare, teeth bared.] And even if this was to taunt my sister in some way, how would that concern you?

[It's Russia, or so he thinks. However strange, the guy likes camaraderie. But he'll bite, anyway.]

Fine - what do y'want from it?

[Oh lookie, that laugh brings about the first cigarette of the conversation. Though as an addendum:]

Means you're more fucked up than I thought ya were.

Well, we'll see once it happens won't we?

[Perhaps the first hint that something's not right, but it's subtle, hidden as it is by something that could just as easily be Russia messing with the other nation. There's a hungry glint in his eyes, something easily explained away by the cigarette's appearance and he tracks it for a moment, voice gone smooth as he watches the smoke curl. Russia had received a pack months ago, burned through it quickly even as he rationed them out, but the demon had had none during it's stay here and far longer before that. If anything, Netherlands proves important for the items he carries even if nothing else works in that favor.]

Now, now, don't be such a bore. As if I would bother with setting up this whole thing to simply taunt my sestra. [His eyes snap back to meet Netherlands and he near purrs.] Besides, you offer much more of an entertaining reaction~

[Honestly, he's not close enough to Russia to think that anything is too off. In his mind this is just another bad mood to match his own bad mood, and the hungry look merely brings forth the part of him that loves a good trade.

So he sees it and keeps on smoking, and if he breathes in a little harsher at sestra, well, whatever. Belarus is freaky enough to make anyone want to indulge, right. Or so he tells himself.]

Mm. Maybe. [And breathe out.] Y'like most people more than your sister. [In...] I would too.

[Oh he'll trade for sure. After he takes as much as he can and causes just as much chaos. Russia runs his tongue along his bottom lip, tilts his head as he lets himself watch the movement of Netherlands' lips and the smoke that slips past them. He 'hmms', fingers dancing out a rhythm along the edge of the communicator. His gaze is intent enough that he doesn't miss the harsher breath, grin quirking up into a smirk but he doesn't mention it, not yet. Just files away the information.]

At least you're upfront about it. [He breathes in synchronization, grimacing ever so slightly when he catches only the faint scent of sulfur instead of the nicotine he wants. His eyes go half-lidded, enough that only slivers of pitch show when he lets his hold on normality loosen, even if it's only a second.] I don't think she's not here anymore, so it hardly matters.

Edited 2012-04-25 07:27 (UTC)

[If he sees it, he's not paying it much mind. Not the tongue nor the fingers nor the gaze - whatever Russia's doing doesn't make him inclined to change a damn thing. So he just keeps smoking as he mulls over the next bit of conversation.

As he takes his sweet, sweet time.]

I don't think she was ever here.

[He's breezing right past the obvious insult and diving right into the one that says, blatantly, that he still questions Russia's state of mind.]

Edited (icons) 2012-04-25 07:37 (UTC)

[He chuckles, something dark and low, and his gaze sweeps up just as slow as Netherlands' replies are. But oh how fun, this one knows how to play the game.]

Ah, so we're back to that point. [Funny that he questions Russia's mind, when Russia's mind is hardly his own. The demon finds it ironic, teeth bared in a grin once more.] Perhaps I'm not really here either and you're trapped in your own mind, caught in some strange nightmare your subconscious has whipped up. How pathetic that would be. [He croons, fingers tapping at his jaw.]

[Nope, that gets a snort. He's paranoid, sure, but not nearly that paranoid. That he doesn't even bother to respond otherwise says enough.]

Oh come now, that's the only response I get? Boring~!

[And he's back on familiar territory, smirk on his lips and ready to fire back some snark in a heartbeat.]

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