Feliks Łukasiewicz (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
niepokonany) wrote2013-10-11 11:02 pm
niepokonany) wrote2013-10-11 11:02 pm
First Uprising - Text / Drawing
[Someone didn't bother flipping past the first page of the journal. And, finding a mostly-blank sheet of paper, he's decided to write a letter.]
Hey, Liet!
Oh my God, you totally wouldn't believe how crazy stuff has been at my place! Like ok, there was this huge fight, right? Like, at Stroczek? And I was so rad, Liet, I kicked all kinds of Russian butt. You should have seen how mad he was! So hilarious.
I think the victory party might have gotten a little off the hook, though? 'Cause like, I woke up in the woods, wearing somebody else's pants! No clue whose, though, it's just me and the pants and for some reason an empty diary or something. Oh--wanna know the other weird thing? I totally have wings now! They're not huge and badass like the ones on my old armor but they're still pretty fierce.
So I think I'm gonna go, you know, look for the nearest village or some junk. When you get this, you should sneak out and come to my place--Russia might kind of still be advancing, and it's about to go down again, so you could watch me kick his butt! It'd look kind of like this:
[Here follows an extremely rough doodle of a person on horseback kicking another person (who is wearing a scarf) in the face.]
You could help if you wanted, too, I guess. I'll send this when I find a town, so I hope it'll get to you soon!
Yours,
Poland
[...Yeah, it's pretty obvious that he didn't know this was public. It's also worth noting that for all the carefree bravado in the letter, he doesn't look quite so confident in the picture the camera snapped.]
Hey, Liet!
Oh my God, you totally wouldn't believe how crazy stuff has been at my place! Like ok, there was this huge fight, right? Like, at Stroczek? And I was so rad, Liet, I kicked all kinds of Russian butt. You should have seen how mad he was! So hilarious.
I think the victory party might have gotten a little off the hook, though? 'Cause like, I woke up in the woods, wearing somebody else's pants! No clue whose, though, it's just me and the pants and for some reason an empty diary or something. Oh--wanna know the other weird thing? I totally have wings now! They're not huge and badass like the ones on my old armor but they're still pretty fierce.
So I think I'm gonna go, you know, look for the nearest village or some junk. When you get this, you should sneak out and come to my place--Russia might kind of still be advancing, and it's about to go down again, so you could watch me kick his butt! It'd look kind of like this:
[Here follows an extremely rough doodle of a person on horseback kicking another person (who is wearing a scarf) in the face.]
You could help if you wanted, too, I guess. I'll send this when I find a town, so I hope it'll get to you soon!
Yours,
Poland
[...Yeah, it's pretty obvious that he didn't know this was public. It's also worth noting that for all the carefree bravado in the letter, he doesn't look quite so confident in the picture the camera snapped.]
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[For now, though, he'll trust Chopin to get them back safely, latching on to his sleeve and offering him a smile.]
Don't worry. It's totally gonna be okay.
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I'm glad to see you still recognize me, Feliks. And you allow me to call you by your human name.
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When we get there, I have something else important to discuss with you.
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[He follows along, looking around all the time--look, you'd be really aware of your surroundings, too, if you were picking a fight with Russia.]
So like... You haven't seen any of Russia's guys around here, have you...?
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[Honestly Poland, he'd know right away.]
You don't need to worry, we're not anywhere near Russia.
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