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

[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.]

[devourthemfirst]

I'll come and find you, so don't worry about it.

[He needs to explore the village and what not]

[immamartillo]

Alright.

[He leans over to ruffle Czes's hair.]

Good luck settlin' in.

[devourthemfirst]

[Hmmm he trusts you enough to let you ruffle his hair. Just don't do it for too long]

Thanks.

[immamartillo]

[Firo gives him one last pat on the head and takes a step back.]

Sure. I'll see ya, Czes.