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]

[ Firo keeps smiling, heedless of the way Czes is looking at him. Maybe Czes will use his time in Luceti to turn over a new leaf and be more sociable! ]

So, hey... Do ya want me to go around with you while you look for a place to stay?

[ It's a long shot, but he wants to keep an eye on Czes. ]

[devourthemfirst]

I think I can manage to find a suitable living arrangement on my own.

[Well... it'll... definitely take some time. People stalking and what not, but he'll find a place]

Besides, it's getting late and I'm tired. I'll probably just go to that Welcome Center place for the night.

[immamartillo]

Alright.

[A bit of disappointment flickers acros his face. He understands that Czes isn't the most sociable and that he's within his rights to be angry with Firo, but it still would be nice to spend a little time with someone from home. Plus, he wants to make sure Czes is safe.]

Ya want me to walk you there?

[devourthemfirst]

Do what you want.

[He sighs a little then points in one direction] It's this way, right?

[immamartillo]

Fine. I will.

[He nods and stops himself short of reaching for Czes' hand. That probably wouldn't be received well. ]

Yeah, let's go.

[devourthemfirst]

Yeah.

[And so he starts walking, hands stuffed back in his pockets to keep them out of the cold air. For a moment, he doesn't say anything, just thinking to himself, but then he starts to wonder something... ]

What have you been doing here this entire time?

[immamartillo]

[Czes' attempt to converse is unexpected, but heartening. Firo smiles as he glances at Czes.]

What've I been doin'? Well...

[He shrugs and the smile fades.]

There's not much to do. Gettin' to know people, practicin'...

[devourthemfirst]

Well you had to have been doing things besides just that. I was able to read about the drafts and experiments while I was in the bar.

What are they like?

[immamartillo]

The drafts?

[It's slight, but his shoulders tense when he says it.]

It's like a little a war. We're just lucky we're not over there nearly as long as those guys in the Great War.

The experiments are just weird. People go crazy for a few days, then stuff goes back to normal.

[devourthemfirst]

How long do people stay there? Where exactly do they fight?

[Ah... at least it's not like the little experiments he's been through. Sorry Firo, he has to ask all the questions] Are we drugged or something?

[immamartillo]

A few days. Five, give or take. I've heard the place changes, but where I fought, it was a mine.

Sure seems like it. Maybe they put somethin' in the food...

[devourthemfirst]

That doesn't make sense. Why would they send you out in a war zone for only a few days? [Wars aren't that simple]

I see... guess I'll have to make my own food.

[immamartillo]

I don't know. It's not like they tell us stuff like that.

[Whatever they say, he doesn't believe anyway.]

Ya still gotta use ingredients from here.

[devourthemfirst]

I'd be surprised if they did.

[Or you know, Firo just hasn't been paying attention like always]

Do they make the food or do we? I heard there are farmlands around here.

[immamartillo]

[Firo shrugs]

There's that, and you can get it from the stores. It all starts out in this place, though, so who knows what they do to it? Maybe they poison the seeds, too.

[devourthemfirst]

[Firo. You are not helping with Czes' paranoia.]

Great.

[immamartillo]

[Shut up, Firo is incredibly helpful.]

Just a guess. How'm I supposed to know how these guys work? I still got no idea how they dragged us here in the first place...

[devourthemfirst]

Well I figured that... [pfffft no, no matter how long Firo's been here there's no way he could've figured that out on his own. He chuckles to himself] Never mind.

[immamartillo]

Hey, whaddaya mean by that? If ya knew why'd you even ask in the first place?

[Firo has the sinking feeling that it was just to mock him.]

[devourthemfirst]

Forget about it Firo.

[Oh hey look, it's the welcome center! Czes is just going to waltz on in]

[immamartillo]

Wha-Hey! Wait a minute!

[Firo will stubbornly follow him in, though he stays near the doorway. ]

Not even gonna let me say good-bye..?

[devourthemfirst]

Goodbye? [He stops and turns around, giving him a confused look]

Why? It's not like I'm going far. Besides, I'll probably look for you tomorrow.

[immamartillo]

Yeah, but-

[Wait, what did he just say? Firo blinks at Czes and smiles. He knew you loved him.]

You will?

[devourthemfirst]

More than likely. You are the only person I know in this place, you know.

[Don't read into it too much Firo]

[immamartillo]

Alright. I'm at house 48 for when ya need me. Or I can stop by here and pick you up tomorrow mornin'?

[Then he can introduce Czes to all of his friends. It'll be great.]