↬ project resurrection [ hetalia rp ]

[sirène]

Arthur hated having to test his powers. They would make him test out his lighting bolt direction, and when he fell onto the ground ready to pass out from exhaustion, they just dragged him to his feet. Then he would be forced to use Alchemy, which was in all a tiring experince. Not to mention he was best at the life-force manipulation part of Alchemy, which meant the englishman usually couldn't test it to its full extent. During or after whatever tests he has to go through, whether they be some sort of needle or just testing his abilities, he always glared with as much hate as he could manage at them. Though he was smart enough to know to not provoke them, or use any powers on them. Arthur couldn't imagine was kind of trouble he would get in. All he wanted to do was sleep all day, exhausted to the point of almost collasping onto the ground each day during the testing of his powers was not very fun. He doubted it was even close to being healthy. Giving a loud sigh, he closed his eyes for a moment, before opening the door to the hallways. He walked out of the plain white room, met with plain hallways. Arthur started walking down the hall, glancing around when he turned to another hallway to see if he saw anybody he knew.

[zombles]

Ludwig paused, spotting a blur of blond movement around the corner. Thank goodness someone else, and honestly he didn't care who it was. Unless it was someone that he strongly disliked, then the blue eyed man would keep walking. Cautiously, he took two steps back and rounded the corner, spotting the back of Alfred's head. If this was just an illusion of his own, Ludwig could never tell half the time anymore when it came to things that suddenly appeared. Other illusions he could, like ones during testing were fairly obvious. "Alfred-" he called to the other, running up behind the other blond and giving him a small touch on the shoulder to alert the other that he was behind him.

[vacant.]

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Name; Alfred
Age; Twenty-two
Generation II
Form
Tags; Ludwig

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The males steps were somewhat slow, observing the things around him. Upon hearing his name, he stopped mid-step, wondering if maybe he was just imagining things. Feeling the tap on his shoulder, he knew it definitely wasn't just his imagination. Taking a quick thought, he recognized the voice. Ludwig. He could feel the excitement rush threw his veins, he certainly enjoyed this particular persons company despite him not being very social. He turned around with a small smile gracing his features " Hey Ludwig " he greeted the German.

[zombles]

Ludwig took a step back as Alfred turned around to face him. He seemed real enough, touchable, no flickering, no signs of Alfred just being his imagination. It's sad, Ludwig realized, that he couldn't even tell if his friends were real anymore. Alfred was a trustworthy person when it came to their abilities. He gave a small smile in return and a solid nod of his head. "Today uneventful?" Hopefully it was, usually eventful days meant pain or someone suddenly discovered a new talent. It was rarely the latter.

[vacant.]

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Name; Alfred
Age; Twenty-two
Generation II
Form
Tags; Ludwig

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He pondered the question for a moment, deciding what to say. He let out a sigh before glancing downward and up again. " I guess you could say that... " he mumbled before scratching the back of his neck. He wasn't so sure it was. The scientist decided a brand new testing presieger would be a wonderful idea. It was regarding his Teleportation which is one of his most skilled abilities. They decided to test if he could teleport himself or objects behind walls or other obstacles. He succeeded and failed at the same time. He was able to teleport the object on the other side but himself... it was a different story. Due to not being able to teleport himself long distances, he ended smacking himself into the wall resulting in a fair sized bruise on his cheekbone. Though it was hidden by some stray strands of hair.

[lukas_stop]

『 Fʀᴀɴᴄɪs | Aɢᴇ 26 | Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 1 | Fᴏʀᴍ 』

Francis lied back in his bed, a defeated gaze lingered in his eyes. Throughout the years of testing, today had to be one of the worst. Being pushed to the point of becoming unconscious, then injected just to keep working. The tests were nonstop, and when they were finally over Francis had to be physically dragged back to his room.
Francis sat up in his bed, wondering if he should go and see anyone. Utter exhaustion lingered in his head. he stood up, then sat back down as a wave of dizziness took over him. Francis grunted in annoyance, then tried again. He took a few shaky steps towards the wall, then leaned on it. He was in no shape to move, but he didn't stop. Francis longed for someone to talk to.
He took a small walk back and forth in his room, making sure that he wouldn't fall over. Staring at the clock, Francis made his way to the door. The hallways were dark and empty, just as expected. Francis walked close to the wall, looking around for someone he could recognize.

[sirène]

Arthur continued to walk, occasionally taking a glance at the guards that were in the hallways. They didn't seem to notice he was there, they just went about there daily job and didn't even bother looking in his direction. Emerald green eyes looked at the ground, hearing the slight shuffling sound he made when he walked. Arthur turned another corner, not paying attention to his surroundings, he was sure he was going to run into a guard and then maybe they would finally take a glance at him. Instead of this occurrence, the Englishman bumped shoulders with another accedentaily. Looking up to see who it was, he met with a Frenchman, whom he recognized as Francis. Arthur debated on if he wanted to talk to someone or not, but decided that he didn't want to walk around aimlessly until the hour was over. Taking a deep breath, Arthur opened his mouth to speak "Hello, Francis"

[lukas_stop]

『 Fʀᴀɴᴄɪs | Aɢᴇ 26 | Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 1 | Fᴏʀᴍ 』

Francis focused on the empty hallway in front of him. His hand rested lightly on the wall, the rest of him remained upright. He was too focused on his thoughts. Focused on walking without falling over, looking around for someone to talk to, he almost didn't notice when he bumped into Arthur.
Francis looked at Arthur, relief flooding his eyes. "Bonjour Arthur" Francis' voice was horse, and he spoke in only a faint whisper. Yet, Francis was just glad to see a friendly face in his nightmare of a facility.

[sirène]

Arthur looked at Francis, noticing how just by his voice he sounded exhausted. He couldn't blame him though, he would imagine all the people victim to these experiments would be at least a bit tired after all the things they go through. Arthur averted his eyes to the side slightly, staring at the wall for a few moments before turning his attention back to Francis "Have a rough day?" He said, attempting at starting a conversation.

[lukas_stop]

『 Fʀᴀɴᴄɪs | Aɢᴇ 26 | Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 1 | Fᴏʀᴍ 』

Francis cleared his throat. "Something like that..." Francis studied Arthur, he didn't look anywhere near as exhausted as he was. "So.." Francis thought of what to say "How bad was it for you today?". He bit his lip, the conversation was already in an rather awkward situation. Francis silently wished he could take back his words, worried that it was the wrong thing to say.