Shit, shit, shit! Sealand swore silently to himself, pressed up against the wall as he was with Caliber-X’s psi-blade at his throat. Try and reach as much as he wanted, his guns lay uselessly on the floor. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. England…
“Arthur, stop!” he shouted, though he had little hope it would do anything. Between England’s amnesia and that monster, Mrrlyn’s, mind control magic, he’d have better luck growing a set of wings and flying away. He’d been lucky enough tonight that Mrrlyn hadn’t arrived yet from Stonehenge, though doubtlessly, in the few minutes that his intrusion had been discovered, the creature was on its way. And when it arrived, when he would be made to kneel before it, the monster would surely kill him.
If his brother didn’t kill him first.
“How dare you steal away into my castle, attempt to assassinate me in my own chambers, and then make demands of a king! Now tell me, else I’ll cut your throat: why do you address me in such a familiar manner?”
Face-to-face as they were, it gave Sealand the golden opportunity to really study how much his brother had changed. Physically, England looked pretty much the same except that his hair was longer and he had a beard (it had always made Peter shiver just trying to imagine England with facial hair, but now that it was a reality it was just plain…wrong). Mentally, looking into what should have been familiar emerald eyes was instead like staring at a stranger. Arthur didn’t recognize him at all, couldn’t remember his own past, or even fathom the concept of a Nation, let alone know that he was one.
Not that England would recognize him even if he did remember him; three hundred some years of surviving in a post-apocalyptic landscape had given Sealand the look of a young man who had seen the world fall to pieces. Not to mention the stubble.
Point being, there was little left of England in there to struggle against the created life that was King Arr’thuu. It should have been the most defeated moment of his life, but somehow Sealand was still able to cling to hope that his brother could be retrieved from within his own mind. Something about the way he had posed his question…like he was struggling for a memory that was just beyond his grasp.
“I’m your younger brother, Peter Kirkland, Sealand.”
England, or rather Arr’thuu, narrowed his eyes. “I have no siblings.”
“Yes, you do: three by blood, and a sister, but you two never got along.” Sealand couldn’t help but smile slightly at a memory of Ireland smacking England over the head with an unexpected skillet. “Look, your name isn’t Arr’thuu, it’s Arthur Kirkland. You’re the Nation England, and you once practically ruled the world, way before the Cataclysm that is. You like tea, and Shakespeare, embroidery, and watching football on the telly. You’re irritating, cynical, grouchy, caring, protective, and a right stick-in-the-mud at parties.” He paused for a breath, and noticed that Arr’thuu’s expression had softened since the beginning of his impromptu speech. “You’re my big brother, and I came here to rescue you.”
For a long few seconds, it appeared that Arr’thuu couldn’t make up his mind whether to believe him, or call him crazy. Any other individual would have disposed of Sealand simply for being such a terrible liar after the shock of the incredulous story wore off. So why had Arr’thuu let go of him, and backed away? And why was Caliber-X’s psi-blade fading away to plain metal?
Then there was a fierce pounding on the door just before it shattered into splinters. In charged several Nexus knights meant to guard their king from harm. Before Sealand could even reach his guns lying on the floor, they were rushing at him, swords in hand.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way...he thought, bracing himself for the sharp pain of blades. The future was never supposed to be like this.
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Story takes place in the world of Rifts, the RPG by Palladium. It features a post-apocalyptic Earth in which magic, science, technology, and psionics all come together in a science fiction/fantasy setting. Basically, whether it’s real or imagined, it exists in the realm of Rifts.
I will be using some artistic licensing in some areas, however, for the sake of the plot. I’m also not an expert on the Rifts world so if I get something wrong (that was not intentional) please excuse my n00bery.
OP here, and you have gotten me hook, line, and sinker. I never expected a multichapter fic- but woah, this is shaping out to be splendid, I'll be tentatively hoping that you finish this! This is a new look on Sealand- I rather like it. And bearded England? Did France finally get to you?
I found this amusing and humorous for some reason, I think it has to do with your writing style/dialogue. I'm not familiar with that universe- I suppose I'll go wiki it up after this comment. So on OP's end, you can mess up however you like and stretch stuff however you like- I don't know it anyway. xD
I love the tone of denial at the end- Wonder what happened?
Eagerly looking forward to more, A!anon! *Throws thousand internets*
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Homecoming 1/??
(Anonymous) 2013-09-14 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)“Arthur, stop!” he shouted, though he had little hope it would do anything. Between England’s amnesia and that monster, Mrrlyn’s, mind control magic, he’d have better luck growing a set of wings and flying away. He’d been lucky enough tonight that Mrrlyn hadn’t arrived yet from Stonehenge, though doubtlessly, in the few minutes that his intrusion had been discovered, the creature was on its way. And when it arrived, when he would be made to kneel before it, the monster would surely kill him.
If his brother didn’t kill him first.
“How dare you steal away into my castle, attempt to assassinate me in my own chambers, and then make demands of a king! Now tell me, else I’ll cut your throat: why do you address me in such a familiar manner?”
Face-to-face as they were, it gave Sealand the golden opportunity to really study how much his brother had changed. Physically, England looked pretty much the same except that his hair was longer and he had a beard (it had always made Peter shiver just trying to imagine England with facial hair, but now that it was a reality it was just plain…wrong). Mentally, looking into what should have been familiar emerald eyes was instead like staring at a stranger. Arthur didn’t recognize him at all, couldn’t remember his own past, or even fathom the concept of a Nation, let alone know that he was one.
Not that England would recognize him even if he did remember him; three hundred some years of surviving in a post-apocalyptic landscape had given Sealand the look of a young man who had seen the world fall to pieces. Not to mention the stubble.
Point being, there was little left of England in there to struggle against the created life that was King Arr’thuu. It should have been the most defeated moment of his life, but somehow Sealand was still able to cling to hope that his brother could be retrieved from within his own mind. Something about the way he had posed his question…like he was struggling for a memory that was just beyond his grasp.
“I’m your younger brother, Peter Kirkland, Sealand.”
England, or rather Arr’thuu, narrowed his eyes. “I have no siblings.”
“Yes, you do: three by blood, and a sister, but you two never got along.” Sealand couldn’t help but smile slightly at a memory of Ireland smacking England over the head with an unexpected skillet. “Look, your name isn’t Arr’thuu, it’s Arthur Kirkland. You’re the Nation England, and you once practically ruled the world, way before the Cataclysm that is. You like tea, and Shakespeare, embroidery, and watching football on the telly. You’re irritating, cynical, grouchy, caring, protective, and a right stick-in-the-mud at parties.” He paused for a breath, and noticed that Arr’thuu’s expression had softened since the beginning of his impromptu speech. “You’re my big brother, and I came here to rescue you.”
For a long few seconds, it appeared that Arr’thuu couldn’t make up his mind whether to believe him, or call him crazy. Any other individual would have disposed of Sealand simply for being such a terrible liar after the shock of the incredulous story wore off. So why had Arr’thuu let go of him, and backed away? And why was Caliber-X’s psi-blade fading away to plain metal?
Then there was a fierce pounding on the door just before it shattered into splinters. In charged several Nexus knights meant to guard their king from harm. Before Sealand could even reach his guns lying on the floor, they were rushing at him, swords in hand.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way...he thought, bracing himself for the sharp pain of blades. The future was never supposed to be like this.
---
Story takes place in the world of Rifts, the RPG by Palladium. It features a post-apocalyptic Earth in which magic, science, technology, and psionics all come together in a science fiction/fantasy setting. Basically, whether it’s real or imagined, it exists in the realm of Rifts.
I will be using some artistic licensing in some areas, however, for the sake of the plot. I’m also not an expert on the Rifts world so if I get something wrong (that was not intentional) please excuse my n00bery.
Re: Homecoming 1/??
(Anonymous) 2013-09-15 12:08 am (UTC)(link)OP here, and you have gotten me hook, line, and sinker. I never expected a multichapter fic- but woah, this is shaping out to be splendid, I'll be tentatively hoping that you finish this! This is a new look on Sealand- I rather like it. And bearded England?
Did France finally get to you?I found this amusing and humorous for some reason, I think it has to do with your writing style/dialogue. I'm not familiar with that universe- I suppose I'll go wiki it up after this comment. So on OP's end, you can mess up however you like and stretch stuff however you like- I don't know it anyway. xD
I love the tone of denial at the end- Wonder what happened?
Eagerly looking forward to more, A!anon! *Throws thousand internets*
Re: Homecoming 1/??
(Anonymous) 2013-09-15 01:10 am (UTC)(link)Sealand's one of my favorites (more or less because of a fill I did, but that's irrelevant), and I'm happy to see this filled with him.
I can't wait to see who else shows up. Keep up the great work, Anon.
Is definitely not one of the other A!Anons for this prompt Nope.