Czeslaw Meyer (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
devourthemfirst) wrote2012-12-05 02:54 am
devourthemfirst) wrote2012-12-05 02:54 am
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Fourth Misfortune - [accidental video/action]
[When the video turns on, all that can be seen is the gray sky up above and all that can be heard is the sound of one of the rivers close by. All else is quiet and nothing is moving.
However, after a moment, there's shuffling along with a few sniffles. It's obvious a person is there just not visible on the camera. Czes had been walking around in the snow when he tripped and fell. More than likely from a root sticking up from underneath the snow.
He sits up, rubbing his arms before shouting out a name.] F-Fermet!!
[He almost sounds like he’s about to cry. Well, okay he is crying. Tears are falling down his cold, red cheeks and he begins to let out a few choked sobs and gasps. He's cold and he's scared. It’s been a little over a half of an hour since he woke up in this forest and all he’s been doing is walking around trying to find someone--hopefully Fermet--but to no avail.
At least the Malnosso gave him a jacket to wear, though it isn't doing him much good in the long run.
The very same strange men had also given him a book before he passed out then woke up in the forest and told him to keep it safe. Why? He isn’t sure, but he’s been carrying it with him ever since. Like it will protect him if he holds it close enough to him.
The crying continues for a minute before he forces himself to calm down a little, mumbling the same name he shouted earlier to himself.] Fermet... [He sniffles, takes a moment to rub his eyes then shuffles over to the journal. His face finally comes into view of the camera but he doesn’t know it’s turned on. The boy looks to be about six years old, his cheeks and nose are red, his eyes are glossy with tears and hold a look of fear in them.
His face doesn’t stay long on the feed as he shakily picks it up, dusts the snow off of it and closes it to hold it to his chest, which there is where the feed ends.
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A little later on in the day (towards later in the afternoon) anyone close to the plaza may spot a boy kneeling down in the snow. He isn’t making a snowman or snowballs or anything of the like. Instead, he’s pouring sugar and honey onto the snow. And then eating it straight off the ground. At least there's a good few inches of snow and it's not just sitting on dirt.
Snow is delicious, okay?]
However, after a moment, there's shuffling along with a few sniffles. It's obvious a person is there just not visible on the camera. Czes had been walking around in the snow when he tripped and fell. More than likely from a root sticking up from underneath the snow.
He sits up, rubbing his arms before shouting out a name.] F-Fermet!!
[He almost sounds like he’s about to cry. Well, okay he is crying. Tears are falling down his cold, red cheeks and he begins to let out a few choked sobs and gasps. He's cold and he's scared. It’s been a little over a half of an hour since he woke up in this forest and all he’s been doing is walking around trying to find someone--hopefully Fermet--but to no avail.
At least the Malnosso gave him a jacket to wear, though it isn't doing him much good in the long run.
The very same strange men had also given him a book before he passed out then woke up in the forest and told him to keep it safe. Why? He isn’t sure, but he’s been carrying it with him ever since. Like it will protect him if he holds it close enough to him.
The crying continues for a minute before he forces himself to calm down a little, mumbling the same name he shouted earlier to himself.] Fermet... [He sniffles, takes a moment to rub his eyes then shuffles over to the journal. His face finally comes into view of the camera but he doesn’t know it’s turned on. The boy looks to be about six years old, his cheeks and nose are red, his eyes are glossy with tears and hold a look of fear in them.
His face doesn’t stay long on the feed as he shakily picks it up, dusts the snow off of it and closes it to hold it to his chest, which there is where the feed ends.
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A little later on in the day (towards later in the afternoon) anyone close to the plaza may spot a boy kneeling down in the snow. He isn’t making a snowman or snowballs or anything of the like. Instead, he’s pouring sugar and honey onto the snow. And then eating it straight off the ground. At least there's a good few inches of snow and it's not just sitting on dirt.
Snow is delicious, okay?]
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Open your book, Czes, that's where my voice is!
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...Book.
He takes a look down at the one he's holding in his arms and stares at it for a long moment, silent.
So this voice is... coming from this book.
.......
Okay yeah time to drop this possessed book on the ground, squeak and back up a few feet. THIS IS TERRIFYING WHY CAN HIS BOOK TALK AND WHY DID THOSE PEOPLE GIVE IT TO HIM AERIGHAOEIRGH.]
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It's all right! I promise. It's like... [Like magic? How would that go over with him?] Like magic. Good magic! Because you're lost, aren't you?
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Not that Czes has experienced the talking demon stuff yet but you know.]Y...Yes... [He's talking quietly but he might be able to hear him if he listens hard enough. Czes is not going anywhere near that thing right now okay]
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Where is it...?
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[HEY AT LEAST HE SAID WHAT HE SEES. It's all Czes has been seeing for the past 35 minutes or so okay. That and snow]
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WHERE IS FERMET WHEN HE NEEDS HIM SOB.]
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ARE THEY MEAN AND TALL AND SCARY?
AND TALL????]
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It's okay! I'll find you first, don't worry. Oh- do you know anyone named Maiza or Firo?
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The question catches his attention immediately though when he hears Maiza's name. "Firo" doesn't come to him as familiar but he's more focused on Maiza's name popping up]
I know Maiza... i-is he here too?
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[And true to his word, he is coming. He does not find Maiza on the way.]
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When he does reach Czes, he's out of breath but still running, because it's cold and Czes shouldn't be out here in the cold by himself. ...And whoa, he doesn't look too different as a presumably younger kid.
Luke stops a fair distance away, remembering that he was scared before.]
Czeslaw? It's me, Luke!
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