tushanshu_logs | The Brazen Turtle Rides Again

[Prussia might be the most pleased jailbird of the night. His cheek is a bit bruised, but healing, his hair is even more mussed and wild than usual, and there's some dried blood under his nose he hasn't bothered to wipe off just yet, but there's a pep in his step as he moves around the large holding cell. He's more relaxed than he's feel in weeks. he's not even mad about being in jail. 24 hours is nothing around him. He'll be the guy grinning like he just won the lottery for most of it.]

Guess we had too much excitement for them.

Ah, it seems so!

[A day doesn't bother Tazendra. She didn't have plans and... it was totally worth it.]

I do hope they return my blade, though. It wasn't as if I drew it; that would be a churlish thing to do.

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[Prussia rolls his eyes a bit.] There's a reason you don't take a sword or a gun with you to the bar!

[Best way to lose a weapon or start a war.]

And be without a blade if I am challenged to a duel? That would be shameful.

[Tazendra doesn't object to wars, though she understands she has a duty to not start wars without permission.]

If no one takes a sword to the bar, then no one will be challenging anyone with them. That's what your fists are for.

[Says the guy who so did not throw a mug at a kedan's head on purpose.] If you can't win a fight without a weapon, you're going about it the wrong way.

I never said I could not fight. That sounded very much like an accusation. Or a challenge.

[... I can't even blame the alcohol for this. Even while sober, Tazendra doesn't see a problem with picking fights while in the lockup for a barfight.]

[Prussia isn't someone who thinks it's bad to start a fight when you're already in jail to starting another one--not that he was the one who started in the first place--so he's not backing down either.] Then maybe you should watch what you're saying because that's sure sounded like what you said. It's not my fault if you can't say what you mean.

I am the paragon of clarity, my good man. Perhaps the fault is with you.

Sure, if clarity is a muddy pond with ducks swimming it! [As if it's his fault for not understanding when she's the one not making sense.] Not like that many people around here even know how to duel, so you're thinking up options that aren't going to happen. Most of them probably haven't used a real sword in their lives.

That all the more reason to keep one to hand in case I encounter someone who does know something of the sword.

[Jim, meanwhile, is sitting on the floor against the bars with his head tipped back. He's used his phonecall, so now all he's got is time. He's not going to be winning any awards for patience, this boy, but honestly? Despite being annoyed that his bar is trashed, and his natural disinclination to trust authority, the fight probably did him some good. He's calm, relaxed. Every once in a while he lifts a hand to check the swelling that arcs from the edge of his cheekbone up to his eye socket, but really? He's not that chuffed.

As Prussia walks by, Jim glances up at him and then snorts, looks away. He's got one leg drawn up and his arm draped over it, bouncing his hand in an off-beat rhythm.]

You call that excitement?

[Sorry Jim, Prussia's mood is too perky right now. He turns to look at him with a really satisfied grin.]

Well, it wasn't an international incident, but I still managed to have fun. It's not like anyone was going to get really hurt from it.

[He sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose with some gingerness.]

Next time, you mind having fun in someone else's bar? Or at least give me a heads up first so I can hide the good china, christ.

[He maybe forgets how fragile humans can be sometimes, but Jim looks perfectly fine to him. Couple of bruises toughen a man up!]

You own a bar, what else did you expect to happen there? [He's genuinely curious.] Get beer--even shitty beer--and a bunch of guys around, some action is bound to happen.

You're right, I guess civility just doesn't exist anymore.

[He drops his hand away from his face, and then gestures at Prussia.]

You hurt?

Think you got civility mixed up with boring. [He says it lightly, because he's not trying to tease him or anything, but really does think some things are more fun than sitting back and "behaving."]

But why I would I be hurt? That kind of fight was light stuff. No guns or knives or frying pans involved. [He sniffs easily and brushes the dried blood from his face with his sleeve. Then Prussia rolls his shoulder easily, massaging the muscle there.] I haven't had that much fun in ages! West can be such a stick in the mud about a couple of punches thrown in outside of our borders.

I think you got 'fun' with 'something I have to foot the bill for'.

[Seriously he never knew how much it cost to replace all those chairs and tables until now. Otherwise he might have done more to rein himself in as a wild and raucous youth.]

West-- what, Germany?

[A swing and a...? All this nationality stuff makes his head hurt. Because space, aliens, black holes and time travel is apparently easy stuff, but anthropomorphic countries verges into the realm of impossibility.]

[That gives him a pause since usually when things like this happen--well, usually the government pays for it or his little brother does. Diplomatic immunity and all that.]

If you're that worried about it, I know a guy who's a carpenter. Put in a good word for you to get a deal. [The people you meet when you go around offering your services to clean the dirtiest places in Keeliai.] And yeah, I mean Germany. He's my little brother. The one I mentioned before?

[Usually, Jim would just do all the repairs himself. He's a decent carpenter. Comes from growing up on a farm in Iowa, after all. But he needs to damn well learn how to delegate, or he'll never sleep. And maybe it's Prussia's way of trying to make amends, so that gets a careful nod.]

Yeah. I'd appreciate that.

[And then he nods.]

You call him 'West'? Seriously? Do you hate him?

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[That kind of maybe could possible have been him trying to make amends. He doesn't want to be banned from drinking there. But that question completely throws Prussia off. It's so far out there that he doesn't even know what to say at first.]

What? Why would I hate him? I made him! Even gave him his own empire! [Which okay, that one didn't last, but Prussia still built a damn empire for his little brother.] I put everything into raising him and he's the best and most competent nation in all of Europe!

[- Okay, as creepy as the idea of a humanized nation making someone they consider a sibling is, at least the affection's real. Jim smiles, crookedly.]

So what would you do if he just... showed up here?

[Well, he didn't make, but Prussia united a bunch his German bros into one nation and then suddenly there was a little German Empire and yeah...close enough.]

If West showed up, I'd keep doing what I've been doing. Show him around, he'd want to meet the Emperor probably and everyone else in charge. Not like he needs me doing everything for him, he handles most of the jobs with our boss back home.

What would you do if your brother showed up?

[The question, innocuous as it is, is like being hit in the gut. Definitely not what he was expecting. Jim'd figured Prussia for being too self-absorbed and borderline narcissistic to actually ask that sort of thing of other people out of the blue, and he has to draw in a deep, steady breath before he can answer.]

Well, I'm past wanting to punch him.

[He tries to phrase it as a joke, but it falls a little flat and Jim's smile is crooked.]

The Brazen Turtle Rides Again

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