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Post by Tiger on May 28, 2010 16:43:11 GMT -5
"You say it's disgusting," Luka countered, raising his voice, "but I'm sure you've never tried the drink in your life. Hell, I'm sure you don't even know who invented it. Of course, it's not difficult to guess. And complaining about my life isn't the only thing I do." By now he should have learned that he was getting defensive, which always led to things getting worse. Yet he shifted his weight, making a cocky, challenging glare, and as he did so, the pistol in the holster on his hip shifted just enough to remind him of its presence. He nodded his head slightly as if he were acknowledging the trusty gun and telling it to continue waiting ever-so-patiently for a target.
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Post by Jimmeh on May 28, 2010 17:29:11 GMT -5
Gilbert rolled his eyes. "I don't have to know who made it to know if it's disgusting or not," Gilbert replied simply, then crossed his legs so his right ankle rested on his left knee, his posture giving him a deliberate bored look. "Really, now? Tell me something you can do other than that. Like you can."
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Post by Tiger on May 28, 2010 21:19:08 GMT -5
"Well, there's target practice," he began, taking out the pistol and twirling it lazily in his right hand. "I enjoy that and I'm a pretty good shot, if I do say so myself." Dangerously he smiled, almost asking daringly with his dark brown eyes, "Would you like to find out?" Luka continued, "Also, I've got a few other hobbies which I'd care not to mention, although I don't think you'd be able to identify with either one of them."
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Post by Jimmeh on May 28, 2010 21:32:39 GMT -5
"You wouldn't," he said, his voice growing slightly husky with his annoyance. Though he stiffened in his chair and his hands clenched themselves into slight fists, the smirk remained on his face. Though he knew the risk of either getting shot or running away only to be shouted at by Ludwig later on. He's a coward, he reassured himself, and his hands loosened again.
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Post by Tiger on May 29, 2010 22:04:11 GMT -5
"Petrović," Luka said, returning the gun to its holster once again and counting on his fingers. "The Obrenovićs. Ferdinand and Sophie. Karađorđević. Ražnatović. Bulatović. Stambolić. Đinđić. How are you any different?" One of his less fortunate talents was shooting people, which usually turned out all the worse for him, but he couldn't help it. There were no other completely effective ways to change a situation, after all.
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Post by Jimmeh on May 30, 2010 11:29:43 GMT -5
"For one thing, Serbia, I'm nobody's damn victim." He paused to get up out of his chair and pace briefly before returning to a standing position, shifting his weight back and forth between his feet in a way that was supposed to look intimidating (but actually was just nervous). "And for another thing, you ought to think of some of the consequences for blowing someone's brains out. You'd be digging your own grave if West found out his dear older brother had gotten himself killed--by a Serb, for that matter..."
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Post by Tiger on May 30, 2010 19:43:24 GMT -5
"What's he gonna do?" Luka asked, his self-confident smirk returning. He knew that nothing could go horribly wrong in this little hotel room unless someone pulled a trigger, and he was fairly certain that Gilbert was unarmed. "Start a world war? Been there, done that." Somehow, he didn't think that taking a bullet would really harm Gilbert; after all, he was as strong as a slightly muscular and had been through a lot in his life. Ordinary people had proven themselves to be easier to get rid of than countries.
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Post by Jimmeh on May 30, 2010 20:00:22 GMT -5
"Oh, I suppose you've never had my brother wailing on you before," he replied, and ran a hand through his hair nonchalantly. Gilbert prevented himself from going on by thinking over his previous statement; Ludwig couldn't land a punch on anyone, Luka moreso--though he threatened, the Prussian knew his younger brother was really soft underneath. "He's worse than Hungary, man," he added nervously. Only now he realized what was likely to come to him. "He'll mess you up--like I'd know, b-but he'd mess you up pretty bad." [/color][/size]
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Post by Tiger on May 30, 2010 20:24:52 GMT -5
He made a fist and rested his thumb on top of his bottom lip. "I have, actually," he digressed, "you know, in that war I just talked about. We were both kingdoms back then. You should remember it--very nasty business, especially when I had about five of you invading me. But there's no way he's worse than Hungary. I've seen her get mad. It's like all hell breaks loose. Terrifying. Who knew kitchen cookware could be so lethal?"
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Post by Jimmeh on May 30, 2010 20:39:39 GMT -5
"So you do know," he replied, "and I'd think you'd be wise enough not to end up like that again, yes?" He uncrossed his ankles, only to cross them again a few seconds later when the air conditioning flickered on. "So imagine him wailing on you after that, and maybe along with Hungary and her frying pan--no, no, she wouldn't get mad." He gave a small sigh and folded his arms. Wishful thinking.
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Post by Tiger on May 30, 2010 20:52:57 GMT -5
Luka shook his head vigorously. "No, no, no. Germany would use an actual weapon and therefore it wouldn't be as bad. And hasn't he sworn off attacking people? Also, that'd be kind of hard for him to get to me since we're not neighbors." All of these counterarguments were made mainly for his own self-confidence. He needed assurance that he was winning the argument in order to continue it. This strategy usually works well for him even when he is a centimeter from defeat.
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Post by Jimmeh on Jun 1, 2010 10:10:26 GMT -5
"Dammit, he has," he muttered to himself. Gilbert could leave it to his brother to completely reduce his change or being avenged any time in the future. "He'd probably yell at you though, with that earthquake voice he does--trust me, you don't want that." Though Ludwig, as Gilbert had stated several times, mainly consisted of brawn and very little brain, he had a talent for frightening hapless troublemakers.
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Post by Tiger on Jun 2, 2010 18:16:36 GMT -5
"I don't feel like getting literally shaken up any time soon so I'll steer clear of him." Luka had never been fond of loud noises, and now even unexpected sounds from construction sent him airborne. Being screamed at by Ludwig would, he thought, certainly send him into cardiac arrest. Gunshots were the sole exception; he either fired the gun himself or, if he did not, groaned with dread and wondered who had been taken out today.
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Post by Jimmeh on Jun 2, 2010 19:45:17 GMT -5
"So this means you won't shoot me, right?" Gilbert asked, his voice growing skeptical. As soon as he had been introduced to the concept of death, he was certain his demise would not be very serious, nor peaceful, but with any luck, there would be some glory to it. "I mean, provided that you forgot your motive to shoot me in the first place." [/size]
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Post by Tiger on Jun 4, 2010 13:18:31 GMT -5
"I haven't forgotten," said Luka while wildly trying to remember exactly why Gilbert would make a good target. Yes, he would be fun to shoot...and yes, he is annoying...but is that going to be good enough for the tribunals that'll come? Hrm. This place isn't exactly crime-free, either, so I could try to make anything that happens look like an accident, but still. Should I really just shoot people because I feel like it? Some have said that there are no stupid questions, only stupid answers. That is a ridiculous notion. Stupid questions exist and he had just asked himself one of the dumbest of them all.
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