First Misfortune - [Action]

[devourthemfirst]

[Action]

[If you're in the Good Spirits bar today, you may hear an audible 'thunk' coming from under one of the tables.  It sounds like someone's head just clonked against the bottom of it, and one just did.  A ten year old boy just woke up under the table and sat up only to have his head meet the table in a not so nice manner.

Why he's there?  Czes really has no idea.  In fact, he has no idea where he is.  All he knows is that this can't be the Alveare.  This place isn't as classy and the atmosphere... it's just too different.  Besides, what would he be doing back at the Alveare?  Last thing he remembered doing was running away from Claire.  He should've ended up back with Ennis...

The wings and pain running through his back are definitely not helping with his confusion.  He even cringes as he tries to scoot back against the wall.  

What should he do?  He can't tell if any of those people out there are immortals, not from here at least.  He needs to get a good look at everyone and talk to them.

So only a minute or so after the 'thunking' sound, he gets out from under the table and for a moment, he just looks around, observing everyone there.  He then approaches anyone close by.]  U-Um, excuse me?


[A little while after he wakes up at Good Spirits, Czes will be seen outside in the snow, wandering around in this outfit as he had managed to find his way to the clothing store and grab something nice and warm.  He doesn't look scared like earlier, he actually has a more thoughtful look on his face.]

Comments

[immamartillo]

[ With the new puffy coat, Firo doesn't realize that the little person in front of him is Czes until he's just a few paces away. He stops in his tracks, grappling with disbelief, before running the rest of the way to him. ]

Hey. Hey, Czes!

[ Oh, what do you mean you were thinking of using a fake name in Luceti..?]

[devourthemfirst]

[Czes doesn't see Firo at first, he's too deep into his own thoughts. He was told about this world, how he can't get out, about his wings. But is he still immortal? Being brought here couldn't have possibly taken away that... right?

Oh god what--KEEP IT DOWN YOU IDIOT.]

F-Firo?! What are you doing here?

[immamartillo]

I've been here. What are you doin' here?

[ He's about to ask how long Czes has been here and if he needs anything explained, when he's hit by a sense of urgency. Sorry, Czes, Firo has priorities. ]

Is Ennis okay?

[devourthemfirst]

I don't know. I just woke up a little while ago. [He rubs his head, where he had bumped it and sighs]

When I left her, she was fine.

[immamartillo]

[ He blinks and furrows his brow in confusion. Surely Maiza must have explained the situation with the note to Czes after Firo ran off? ]

She wasn't kidnapped?

[devourthemfirst]

What are you talking about? [Now he's going to give Firo a confused look]

[immamartillo]

[ It suddenly occurs to him that maybe Maiza didn't want to worry Czes, and so kept quiet about it. He quickly shakes his head. ]

Uh, never mind. How long have you been here?

[devourthemfirst]

[ ...He just stares at Firo for another second or two, trying to get what he was talking about, but moves on since it probably wasn't important. Firo's mind works in mysterious ways that no one will ever get]

A few hours, I believe. And yourself?

[immamartillo]

A few months. Nobody's noticed I'm gone?

[ He's heard a lot of people saying that time stops while you're in Luceti, but it'll be nice to finally confirm that. ]

guess who got more icons c:

[devourthemfirst]

A few months? [Is this what the people at the bar were talking about? Czes just shakes his head]

Before I was brought here, Ennis and I had only been away for thirty minutes or so. You were at the Alveare.

They are lovely :D

[immamartillo]

Yeah...

[ Looking slightly dazed by confusion, he runs a hand through his hair. ]

Wait, what? I'd just run out when I got brought here. Ennis was... she was gone. You were still back at Alveare.

:'DDD

[devourthemfirst]

...We must be from different times, or something.

[immamartillo]

Ya really think so? It was September 1933 when I was last home.

[devourthemfirst]

1933...? [He's a little surprised at that. Firo is from his future. He didn't think he would be, even if it's only a year] It was 1932 for me.

[immamartillo]

1932? So how long ago did we meet?

[ At least Czes isn't from even before then, he can't imagine how badly Czes would react to a stranger knowing his name. ]

[devourthemfirst]

A couple days ago.

[A pause] What was happening in your time?

[immamartillo]

[ Firo has a hard time disguising his worry, but he doesn't want to go into what was happening when he was taken to Luceti. No use in making Czes worry. ]

Nothin' much. You seem to be gettin' along with everybody fine.

[corrinesbell]

[Sheena doesn't always eat at home or at the tea shop. A thunk from the empty table one spot over is...uh, unexpected. She leans to one side in her chair, trying to see what the sound was.

She smiles and waves a little when he comes out from under the table, too.]

Hey. You're lost, huh?

[Trying as hard as she can not to scare him.]

[devourthemfirst]

[A woman. He doesn't recognize her but that isn't all too surprising, it just makes him feel like he should be a bit more wary. If she's an immortal, he shouldn't stay to chat for too long, but he has to keep his cool. So innocently and like a scared little kid, he nods]

Y-Yeah... where are we, Miss?

[corrinesbell]

Well right now you're in Good Spirits. ...It's a bar. [That sentence didn't sound like it, huh?]

But the place you're in is Luceti. I don't think you've been here before.

[devourthemfirst]

[Waking up in a bar... how wonderful]

Luceti? [What a weird name for a town in New York. But eh, he's heard stranger names] No, I've never been here before but I'd like to leave... My sister is waiting for me back home.

[corrinesbell]

Oh, great.

Uh...you wanna sit down? This's gonna take some explanation.

[Motioning to the free seat at her table. Sheena generally loves kids; this one seems...old, for his size. And sad.]

[devourthemfirst]

Sure.

[He walks over and takes a seat in the chair she motioned to. As wary as he is, he needs to hear this]

[corrinesbell]

Order something, if you want. There's food here too.

[Poor kid's stuck in New Feather pants, though. Sheena sits across from him and tries to figure out a good way to do this.]

So this is Luceti. It's not...where you're from. It's not even-

[Oh, Sheena. Just show him the guide. She opens her journal to that section and turns it toward him.]

It's probably easier if you read about it.

[devourthemfirst]

Ah-no I'm all right for now, thank you.

[Food is the furthest thing from his mind right now. He tries to relax against the back of the chair as she begins but winces and leans away. Damn his back hurts.

It's obvious this place isn't where he's from but...

Oh what's this now? Well he's just going to take the journal. Huh, it looks interesting] Wow... is this book yours, Miss?