aleksvsworld
busted up and falling down
Aleks Marchant, or commonly referred to as the Immortal you continuously see in the newspaper headlines. So, are you up for a game of chess and chance, perhaps? Disclaimer: If you think this is the real ImmortalHD, please see yourself out. You're wrong.
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you guys are all giant nerds. this has been a psa.
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man creates dinosaurs.
dinosaurs eat man.
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If ya'll need me, you can find me on Lachlan or Skype.
Ciao.
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"As you should, perhaps even a banned book in the kingdom?" He suggests, trying to make the king annoyed with his sarcasm. Aleksandr doesn't take lightly to his imprisonment and would do his damndest to even bargain a way, if he could sneak such in.
However, that doesn't seem like an option at this point in time and he'd much rather try and work his way toward it, one bit at a time, just enough to be freed for the war.
"Hardly." He starts. "Given the choice at seventeen to continue or not is a freedom. We decide our futures, based on the needs of our homes." His mother, a mage when seventeen, had dropped everything to be an archer in the battle of Kervanost. His father, however, had remained a loyal knight, much like he himself had chosen to do.
"It would be a true pity, you realize, to leave a knight trapped in a filthy dungeon. Particularly if you were smart enough to use your greatest enemy against themselves."
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”I will make sure to get the most scandalous book I know。”
It’s a joke, who really know if he’ll even get him a book period。 Probably not, considering Aleksandr’s position。 And in response to his explanation about his own kingdom, Kevin scoffs audibly。 Shaking his head and turning away。
”Sounds like your kingdom is making slaves, not kings, knights, mages, archers。”
Thoughtful noise, and he folds his hands behind his back, humming to himself。
”Maybe so。 But you are in my territory now, and I don’t plan on letting you go until I’m finished with you。 This includes you dying, can’t have that, can we？”
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Aleks is great with jokes-- fantastic even, because his secondary job forces him to be such. He just doesn't understand how that were meant to be a compliment that turned that far south so quickly that he were almost sure he were so far up Satan's ass it hurt. He just doesn't say anything though, because having a shitty rental car break down is a pretty big blow to an ego as it were.
He's shaking his head and poking and prodding at things before he comes back out of the hood, closing it. Turning on his heel, he has his phone in his hands to make a quick call to the shop, a warning that he were bringing someone in for repairs and a real assessment. However, all of it were said in thick Russian and could easily be mistaken for something more sinister.
Coming off the phone, he sighs softly, a greasy hand going through his hair. "You might have transmission fluid in the brake fluid reservoir. Or a cracked block. Either way, I'll have to tow." It's nonchalant at this point because he's said this so often. "My name's Aleks, and your Russian has been the worst I've ever heard. Congratulations, you get a candy bar and water for free."
That greed it'll kill you ;
”It was supposed to be a compliment towards your skill with cars, but, it didn’t come out how it did in my head so, hey, scratch that。”
His jokes are usually worse than that anyways, so he’ll count it as a win。
Making an understanding noise, Kevin falls quiet so he’ll cease to distract the mechanic。 He stays off to the side and in his direct view if he were to lift his head so it wouldn’t seem like he was just watching him out of sight like some sort of creep。
Many things he was, but a creep when he didn’t want to be wasn’t exactly one of them。
”What’s your name, so I know which one to ask for if this happens again。
And so I can send a fruit basket for my horrid Russian。”
He knows German, not Russian。
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"What?"
He's utterly confused and he can't actually begin to figure out a reason on why that sounded so strange to him. It sounded strange because he's never really heard someone attempt a joke like that on him and it makes him feel a little awkward but not more so than usual.
"You tell bad jokes." It's simply said because holy shit, he's never heard an American tell a bad joke on that caliber before. He's heard his friends tell them but most lived in a subtle fear of the government and in hiding-- something he refused to do but slowly did. He wasn't accepted here as he were and it would only make it worse to not blend in.
Aleks nods, "For foreigners? Way too common; only locals get the good cars here. If that, even." He murmurs, lifting the hood and propping the stand up. He'd prefer to not get hurt on the job, especially because his father would literally have his head. Never did pay off to work for him or with him, some days.
He's careful though, searching and testing little things here and there, sometimes prodding at them once in awhile.
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”I’m sure you’re more than enough,”
It’s an attempt at a joke, but Kevin’s voice is a bit too deadpan for it to come through as one, so instead, he shakes his head and holds up his hands。
”That。。。 Was a joke。 A bad one, but a joke none the less。”
Moving out of the way, the half-Asian watches with some sort of curiosity。 He’s absolutely shite at cars and how to fix them, but he can’t deny he wouldn’t mind learning at one point in his life。With his luck though, he’d manage to simultaneously ruin the car he’s working on and injuring his self in the process。
Loosening his scarf, why did he think that was a good idea？, Kevin checks his clock。He’s still got some time, if it was right, after all。 Probably couldn’t hurt to send a text or something, however。 So he does, sending the person he came to Russia for a message that simply said he’d be late but not too much。
”Is this common？”
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He's giving him a weird look, like he's running a marathon in the middle of Siberia. He rolls his eyes a little and kind of hopes this tourist had had some sort of decency to learn about the language before he came but apparently? Not so much. It's kind of saddening to Aleks because he's met others with better skills in the language than this-- particularly when it weren't their first or second.
"No." Aleks isn't even aware of his own thick accent at this point because he's never really traveled outside of the country. Nor has he really heard himself speak in anything other than that so it doesn't seemso different.
"You only get me, sorry." He's not really sorry at all-- it would be better than his father who didn't speak a lick of English. The balding man wouldn't even be able to tell him right and left in a car, let alone have a conversation.
He's taking a peek at the car now, shifting around it and trying to find the source of the problem. "So what exactly is the problem? Other than being stranded?"
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Kevin looks mildly put off and even more so confused。 Like he said before, his Russian was absolutely rubbish, and with a thick accent like that, there’s no way he’d be able to understand。
”。。。Is there a handbook or something so I can get that in English？”
He’s not expecting the, well, reasonably attractive man whom he assumes to be the mechanic come to fix this pathetic excuse of a rental to understand anything he’s said, but, you know, it’s worth a shot。
He motions to the car itself for good measure, completely open about his predicament。 Here’s to hoping this is the one come to fix this thing though, the embarrassment if it isn’t。
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Aleks hadn't really ever been pegged for wanting to follow in his father's footsteps and become a mechanic, especially after his mother had left the two of them for America. Son of a famed journalist, thought to take more after her, suddenly didn't. He just didn't. He couldn't stand the idea of being so much like her because he missed her so.
He's somewhat glad though, that he did take the required English classes during high school and not just drop out like many others had. Even more so when he picks up the phone to his father's shop and he hears what he assumes the other person believes to be Russian. He doesn't really say much, just confirms that he understands and that he'll be there eventually.
He can see the shitty rental when he pulls up along the side of the road in the tow truck, tools clattering onto the floor loudly as he does so. "Privet! Vy tot, kto zvonil?"
That greed it'll kill you ;
What the hell even。 Kevin has the absolute worst luck, this is what he gets for trying to visit friends in other countries。 He gets the worst rental car that breaks down and it’s literally too hot for him to be wearing this scarf。
He’d love a hotel room, or, hell, a building with air conditioning。 That’d be fantastic。
Back to the point: His car broke down, he called a mechanic but of course he only speaks Russian and Kevin’s Russian is so rubbish it’s not funny。 Let’s just hope he got the messages because he ended up giving up and just sending pictures of his area and the dumb rental card to the guy on the other end who he’s pretty sure was laughing at his stupidity。
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For those of you wondering, I am still alive and I am going to reply to our threads soon. It's been a very busy week-- there was a death in my "sister's" family and that took up much of our time. It happened to be around then that I lost the will to push myself to write because I wanted to just go to work, help her, and then go to bed.
This is able to change now that everything has somewhat settled down-- what with my mom's visit having been on Thursday (the 18th). I do plan to disappear one more time this week on Wednesday, if not tomorrow morning, to go and see The Maze Runner, but even so, I am officially "back" and will be working on things slowly on both Aleks and Wake.
Grazi.
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My muse just did something stupid that almost got them killed. Yell at them.
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Aleksandr cocks his head-- what did any of that have to do with him being trapped here? What did it have to do with much of anything, really, especially the teddy bear? Like what? "A book would be nice." He concludes after thinking about it for a little while.
"Quite a bit, where I'm from." He's not meant to be talking about the things that go on his kingdom but there's not much else for him to talk about. He's been taken away from his other men and placed into a dungeon. "It determines out everything-- according to King Jordan, that is. From birth to the time we're twenty, we're given nothing but training."
"I shouldn't even be talking to you about this. You're the enemy, though, it's not like it matters now. I'm just a war casualty before it's even begun." His family would mourn when it were over and when they found out their son had sealed his fate so soon.
It happened, death did, and he had grown used to it.
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”Would you like a book, maybe？ Or a teddie bear。 I can hire a painter。”
If you wanna play the sarcasm game big boy, we can play the sarcasm game。
”What does my age have to do with anything？”
Maybe he’s a little defensive, but that’s expected, isn’t it？ His parents were both killed from ។mysterious causes។ (He knows its foul play, he knows) and suddenly he’s upgraded from Prince to King。 And now there’s to be a war, is he really to be blamed？
Unimpressed, Kevin drips his nails onto his own arm, giving Aleksandr a stare that accurately represents his irritation。
”No, really？ I had no idea！”
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