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Third Misfortune - [voice] - Backdated to Halloween night

[It’s Halloween night. Czes has never really been one to worry over celebrating Halloween, candy, dressing up in costumes, the works, but these past few days have been hectic and he needs some entertainment. Ghost stories is the best option he has though the story he has in mind is one he'd rather not discuss. But if he can get a few people scared from it, maybe it'll be worth it.

Not sure how people can't not be scared by it at least...

His voice is low, almost like he’s scared to speak too loudly in case the creature pops up behind him. Which he kinda is. It somehow wouldn’t be that big of a surprise to him if the Malnosso were that cruel to him]

Back in my world, there’s this legend. It’s of a red monster called the Rail Tracer. [The meaning of the word ‘monster’ is used to the fullest extent here.] It rides the rail tracks and follows trains in the shadows and they say that when anyone on board believes he’s real, he climbs on board and overtakes the train, murdering everyone on it.

[A beat] But I don’t think that last part is right. I think he just waits until the opportune moment… then [SMACK. His hands hit the table that the journal is resting on. He’s trying to focus on scaring others rather than himself] goes in for his kill.

The scariest part about this legend, is that it’s real. [No really, it’s real.] I didn’t think it was at first but then I saw the blood-covered monster with my own eyes once! [Saw him, was killed by him and was tortured by him. All in one night.]

I even saw him murdering the passengers. He would silently snatch them up from their cars and hold them over the tracks until they would get so close to the moving ground that their faces and limbs would be ripped right off! [His arm starts to tingle from the memory and he bites his lip for a moment. The memory is all too vivid, even after all this time. It haunts him still.

See, Czes is really telling his own story here. He was the one who got his hand and arm literally ripped off by that monster’s torture tactics. He isn’t entirely sure if anyone else got this treatment but it wouldn’t surprise him if anyone did.

He shudders] It was really scary…

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Why not ask me to make sure? Stuff like this is important.

The subject never really came up so I had no need to ask you.

...You're just bein' difficult, aren't you?

No. I'm just telling you the truth. Why would I bring up such a random question when we haven't even discussed anything even closely related to it?

I mean you not tellin' me about this before. It wouldn't have hurt to make sure I knew, you know.

[He's pretty sure Czes does know, hence the accusation.]

Edited 2012-12-22 21:36 (UTC)

[He sighs] One ear out the other, I swear.

I'm just tryin' to figure out what's up with you.

[He sighs.]

So if there's anything else you haven't told me, I'd love to hear it.

Nothing's up with me, I assure you. [Oh there is plenty Czes hasn't told you, Firo, but like hell he's going to share any of it.]

I'm afraid I have nothing else to share, sorry.

...You expect me to believe that?

[It's a half-hearted remark, he realizes that Czes won't break down and tell him just yet.]

I do, because it's the truth.

[Just a grin. Gotta try harder than that]

You know it's not. And so do I.

You told Maiza about this?

[Moving along] Just did.

He was fine with this?

He said as long as it wasn't a threat to the Family it didn't matter to him much.

...All right. And it's not?

[If Maiza's fine with it, then Firo is too.]

It might be. Guess we'll have to wait and see. It's in Manhattan.

[Little does he know that Claire is friends with the Family but ITS A THREAT NO MATTER WHAT TO HIM]

...It's in Manhattan and you never told us!?

I didn't find out until much later. [Like right before he got here too so it's not like he got the chance to tell anyone]

How much later? You never mentioned this in my time, either.

I found out right before I woke up here. [Huh. Well, he can't really say he knows the reason for not telling them in the future but he just shrugs]

I guess I felt no need to tell you after all.

Gee, thanks.

[But he can't blame the future Czes's actions on this Czes, so he sighs.]

But from here on out, you tell me important stuff like that, okay? And even if you're not sure it's important, tell me anyway.

Why should I have to tell you? [He tells no one the important stuff Firo]

[He has to remind himself that this Czes hasn't known him for as long as the one back home, but he's still slightly hurt that Czes doesn't already know why: because they're family.]

Because I'm supposed to look after you.

[He has a feeling Czes might not reply nicely to that, so he adds:]

And stuff like that can affect the rest of us too, you know.

[He trusts Maiza to look after him more at this point but he won't say anything]

I'll tell you if I feel I have to.

[He sighs and Czes might be able to hear his elbows thunk on the table as he drops his head into his hands. It's so hard to keep his temper in check.]

And what'd make you feel like you have to?

[Voice] /explodes

[Voice] HEY NOW YOU DIDNT SIZZLE

[Voice] SIZZLING IS FOR BACON

[Voice] you're bacon

[Voice] If you bite me, I'll eat you from the inside

[Voice] wow gruesome much

[Voice] it's just vengeance

[Voice] what did flynn do to you miss creeper

[Voice] YOU ATE ME

[Voice] WOW WHEN DID I EAT YOU??

[Voice] YOU CALLED ME BACON; IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME

[Voice] wow I don't want to eat Cheshy bacon gross

[Voice] Good, because I don't want to be eaten by an icky Flynn

[Voice] gtfo gross bacon

[Voice] I am delicious bacon!

[Voice] youre the icky bacon that no one eats

[Voice] But I will eat you >:|

[Voice] no you wont

[Voice] /sugars you because you're sour

[Voice] eats all the sugar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Voice] You still have a pH of like 2!

[Voice] what im too tired to understand you wooman

[Voice] You're a sour lemon!

[Voice] wow i am not

[Voice] When life gives you evil Flynns, make lemonade