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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.
--- ---
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?]
[Action]
[Oh thank goodness. If Maiza already found Czes, then he probably made sure he was okay and all that important stuff.]
Alright, good. Did he already tell you where you are?
[Action]
[Action]
[Firo's going to avoid mentioning that little "you're stuck here" detail if Maiza didn't say anything about it.]
[Action]
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[No more intelligent or useful questions spring at Firo, so he nods as if to close that line of interrogation.]
Looks like you're pretty much caught up. What're you doin' out here? Aren't you cold?
[Action]
He shakes his head. Czes was given a thicker jacket and some boots to wear so he isn't that cold. BESIDES he'd rather eat snow than worry about how cold it is right now. So he points shyly over to where he was before] I was eating snow...
[Action]
[He offers his hand to Czes.]
[Action]
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...It is? It's just water.
[Action]
It's like sherbet...
[Action]
[It seems a strange request when there's snow on the ground, but Firo shrugs and decides to go with it.]
We can probably find that around here somewhere. Let's go.
[Action]
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Yeah, they've got all kinds a' food at the store here!
[Action]
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You don't need any. It doesn't cost us anything here.
[Action]
[Action]
[Were it an issue, Firo could manage paying
for his little freeloader]