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.]

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[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.

[devourthemfirst]

Don't lie to me, Firo. You sounded concerned about Ennis before I told you what time I came from.

[Spill it. If it involves his big sister he wants to know]

[immamartillo]

[ ...Drat. Still, Firo's not going to give in too easily. He crosses his arms and sighs. ]

Nothin' too important. It's not like you can do anything about it while you're here or when you're back home... I can take care of it, okay?

[ Despite his nervousness just thinking about the danger Ennis is facing, he tries to muster a comforting smile for Czes. ]

[devourthemfirst]

I don't care about that, I want to know what's happened to her in your time!

[Tell him god dammit]

[immamartillo]

[ Firo hesitates. Telling Czes can't help anything, only make it worse, but he can't just say nothing. ]

She was kidnapped.

[devourthemfirst]

She was what?! How could you let that happen??

[Here, Czes is going to punch your arm with all the strength a ten year old has]

[immamartillo]

[ Firo growls and goes to grab Czes' shoulders after the punch. He blames himself, as well but it hurts to have someone else say it. ]

I let it happen? She'd already left when it happened! She was out with Ronnie lookin' for Isaac and Miria-!

[ He stops abruptly and some of the anger drains away. Because it's his fault they ran away in the first place. ]

[devourthemfirst]

Why didn't you go with her to look for them??

[You could have prevented this Firo]

[immamartillo]

She- She didn't want me to!

[ She'd told him to stay back and work on his apology for them. Czes has a point, though; why didn't he insist on going with her? Two capos accompanying her would have been better than one. ]

Ronnie was with her, I thought she'd be fine...

[devourthemfirst]

[Czes just sighs, frustrated then shoves his hands into his jacket pockets. It's useless to rely on Firo to protect Ennis, he'll have to do something about it when he returns home.]

You're useless.

[immamartillo]

[ He just barely manages to refrain from striking back physically as his anger starts to boil over. ]

It's not like anybody else was even lookin' for her! And I was barely out the door before I got dragged here.

[ Calm down, Czes is just upset, he's not normally this bad... It's Dallas' fault, Firo's sure, so he tries to channel his anger that way. He draws back from Czes. ]

I'll find her and make him pay, you can bet on that.

[devourthemfirst]

[Czes doesn't flinch, but instead looks Firo over closely. He really wouldn't be this upset if this was just some other person who was kidnapped.

..Actually he shouldn't be all too worried at all. Ennis is strong and an immortal. If some guy just kidnapped her for ransom then she's bound to kick their ass and be fine. Plus Firo is going to look for her and find her, Czes doesn't doubt that.

So he sighs]

Fine.

[immamartillo]

[ Firo is surprised that Czes doesn't continue to insult him or argue. He stares for a moment, but doesn't provide any other reaction besides a nod. ]

So... You need to get settled in.

[ Somehow, he's a little doubtful that Czes is going to be too eager for his help. ]

[devourthemfirst]

I can get settled in myself. The people I met with earlier told me everything.

[Yep, still a bit agitated with you Firo]

[immamartillo]

[ There's a moment where Firo wonders if he should insist that Czes accept his help, but he holds off. Czes has taken care of himself, and he probably needs some space. It helps that the knowledge that Czes has already gotten help shocks Firo into distraction. ]

The people? Who?

[devourthemfirst]

They were in that bar over there. [He points over to it]

That's where I woke up.