devourthemfirst | 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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[He watches Maiza walk over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He knows Maiza knows that he's not okay, that he's lying. Not that he was necessarily hiding his fear just a minute ago so that isn't really that surprising. Just being read into more than usual bothers him a bit. But this is Maiza, someone he wants to trust.

So he'll play along.]

I'm sorry. It was all in good Halloween spirit, I promise. [He'll be fine.]

[He nods and lets go of the shoulder, hands in his pockets now as he looks down at Czes.]

Is that really a story from home? I don't think I've heard of it before.

It is. [He's actually a little surprised. Had he not heard of the incident yet? Granted he had come from around the same time as him but he should've heard of it from the newspapers or something. It was pretty big. The story of the rail tracer was big.

Truth be told Czes hadn't checked the newspapers for that story. He was too afraid to read it, to remember it.] It happened not too long before I met you in Manhattan.

Nah, I didn't hear anything about it. When'd it happen, exactly?

[It doesn't click in Maiza's head that it might be the Flying Pussyfoot Express. Czes' answer about the time is too vague.]

December 31st in 1931.

..Czes, that's the day before I met you... are you talkin' about the Flying Pussyfoot?

Yes, I am.

[Maiza pauses for a second, thinks, and turns to Czes.]

Actually, no one really knows about that train. It apparently got covered up by the government.

I can't say that surprises me.

[An event as bloody as that, there's no doubt they'd want to keep it on the down low]

I'm sure Ronnie would know about if I ask him, but what do you think? Is that necessary?

[Who needs the Daily Days when you have Ronnie?]

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It depends on if you want to know more about what happened. I can only tell you what I was able to see and experience after all.

[And knowing just what he knows is enough for him]

Unless it's gonna hurt the Family, it isn't necessary to me. In the end you, Isaac, and Miria got to us safely so I'll leave it at that.

[He pats Czeslaw's shoulder; it's not necessarily for comforting.]

[Oh but it does threaten the Family Maiza since he's in Manhattan, but he doesn't say anything. He just nods, not willing to let his fear for this man be shown any further than it has.

Let's just be thankful he isn't here, Czes.]

[Oh but it doesn't because unbeknownst to them the monster won't attack Firo's Family. Interesting how things work out.]

You want something to drink?

[BUT HE STILL DOESN'T TRUST THAT MONSTER OKAY...

HE'S A THREAT TO EVERYTHING.

INCLUDING HIS SANITY]

Can I have some milk?

[Well at least the guy is going to be more focused on getting that girl of his right? That's what it sounded like anyway when he came in to talk to that girl you went to talk to, too -- something about wooing someone, not that Maiza even realizes that was the monster Czes is talking about!!]

Of course. Warm or cold?

[Pay more attention Maiza, be more paranoid like certain people and you will see the true monster]

Cold, please.

[You know I bet he saw Firo hanging out with the Gandors+Clairewheneverhewasaround when Firo was younger and saw their banters and thought they were cute, even. Czeslaw, you're going to have to try harder if you want him to suspect that charismatic redheaded man at all.]

You got it.

[In a few minutes, he'll return from the kitchen with a glass of milk, holding it out to Czes.]

[Just wait until Claire gets here he'll show you what that redheaded man is really like.

He waits patiently for Maiza to return, answering to a few of the replies in the mean time, then takes the glass of milk when he comes back with it] Thank you. [Taking a sip]

[So you want him to throw you around like a rag doll again? Such a masochist, Czeslaw!]

How is it? [He'll invite himself to sit down at a seat next to Czeslaw's if the boy will not object. He's got himself some water.]

[NO BUT IT'LL PROBABLY END UP HAPPENING WHETHER HE LIKES IT OR NOT. AND HE DOESN'T LIKE IT.

And he does not mind in the slightest! In fact he scoots over a little as if to say it's okay] It's good. [Sip sip]

[This pleases him and he gives Czeslaw's shoulder a friendly pat.] There's more in the fridge if you want some.

[His wings twitch lightly at the pat but he nods. Might be planning to get some milk and cookies later... ]

[Just don't eat too much before dinner, small thing. Maiza watches his wings, amused, for a second, before he returns to sip his own drink.]

Third Misfortune - [voice] - Backdated to Halloween night

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