action/audio later on.

[contaeoro]

[action; the village]
[He managed to get those pesky wings to stay flat against his back at least. It still feels weird, but he is happier now that he's got his clothes on and he made it out of the forest. He's still far, far away from New York though. That much he can tell. The white cotton clothes held in his hand, Maiza looks around in a wonder as he walks into what looks like a small village.

It doesn't look like anywhere he has been before. Narrowing his eyes, he will approach the nearest, friendly looking person.]

Pardon me, ah... could you explain to me where this is?

[audio; later on]
... I think I've got this figured out now. What an interesting contraption.

Hm.

I was told speakin' to this journal will allow me to speak with the other folks in this area. Thought I'd introduce myself, as from what I've heard we're all stuck in the same boat, here. [A pause.] My name is Maiza.

[Longer pause.... what do you even say to introduce yourself when you're talking at a journal?]

Comments

[contaeoro]

[He puts a hand to his chin.] 'S that what they call them around here? A fellow I met earlier explained the "experiments" to me a bit.

[immamartillo]

Yeah, that's it.

[If there's a distinction, he doesn't care to learn it.]

How much did he tell you?

[Firo doesn't like explaining the shifts--they just seem too crazy--but he's taking it upon himself to fill any gaps in Maiza's Luceti knowledge.]

[contaeoro]

Not too much. I asked him if they were pleasant, and he told me they weren't... but ah, I put two an' two together.

[immamartillo]

Yeah... There's no tellin' what'll happen, so you gotta keep an eye out. Did he mention the, uh... the droids?

[contaeoro]

No, he didn't. What are those?

[immamartillo]

They're like...

[He rubs the back of his neck. The closest example he can come up with isn't very good.]

Think of the Oz books. You know the Tin woodman? They look sorta like that, only cleaner, tougher, and a lot more dangerous. They don't rust up as often, that's for sure.

[contaeoro]

So we're stuck here with dangerous robots, eh? What, exactly, do they do?

[immamartillo]

Sometimes just one person'll get taken away for an experiment... and when that happens, it's those guys who take 'em. They'll also come for you if you're supposed to go on a draft and try to resist.

[contaeoro]

Don't sound all that friendly, do they? Can you fight them?

[immamartillo]

[That's the question he was dreading. He flinches and looks down at the ground.]

...No. I've tried.

[There's little mental ability he has to offer his Family, so his eyes, reflexes, and fighting ability are what he relies on to be useful. Even when he was a kid he was preoccupied with getting strong. It hurts admitting that he's failed in the one area in which he's hoped to excel.]

[contaeoro]

[That surprises Maiza for a moment. Firo, unable to fight? Firo, who was one of the first to win a point against him in an initiation (he didn't mean to brag, but he remembers when Lotto Valentino called him the best fighter)?]

You okay?

[That's a weird question to ask an immortal, but he couldn't help but worry.]

[immamartillo]

[There's a part of him that's afraid that Maiza would be angry with him--he did just essentially admit to failure. Perhaps then he should be relieved that Maiza's just asking if he's alright, but he's still angry with himself.]

Y-yeah, I'm fine.

[He makes no move to look up, but he forces a rueful laugh.]

I just... I guess I wouldn't recommend goin' up against 'em if you get the chance.

[contaeoro]

[Maiza is only relieved. To him, failure was letting Gretto slip away. Failure was letting the Family become immortal (even if they didn't seem to mind it). Failure is if Firo gets snatched away by these droids again and Maiza is not able to stop them.]

I'll take your word, and you too. If you or Czes think you might be in danger, come find me.

[immamartillo]

[He hesitates before answering. Of course Czes should go to Maiza for help, but Firo's a capo!]

Uh... Yeah, okay. I will.

[And by that he means "no way in hell." He can take care of himself and he doesn't want to drag Maiza into whatever trouble comes up.]

You too, okay?

[contaeoro]

[Firo :|]

I promise. Now, you really promise you will yeah?

[immamartillo]

[Darn it, he should have known Maiza wouldn't fall for it. Why Firo is going to try and evade the question now, then, is anyone's guess.]

What? I just did promise you.

[contaeoro]

[He smiles but he's very serious.] Who'd you think I am, Firo? I ain't your friend for nothin', you know?

[immamartillo]

...Yeah.

[He finally looks up to meet Maiza's eyes and half-smiles. Maiza's perfectly reliable, he knows, and that's partially why he doesn't want to trouble him for help.]

I will. I promise. For real this time.

[contaeoro]

I knew I'd have to double-check. [Still smiling.] Just take care o' yourself, Firo.

[immamartillo]

You-?

[He sighs, but he's half-smiling. Maiza knows him too well.]

I will! I always do, don't I?

[Please don't answer that honestly.]

[contaeoro]

Yeah...

[Hand on the shoulder.]

I suppose you do.

[immamartillo]

[He blinks but doesn't protest.]

You make sure to take care a' yourself too, okay?

[Don't run off into the woods for days like he did.]

[contaeoro]

I give you my word.

So what's a way for me to get in touch with you here? You got an address?

[immamartillo]

Thanks.

[He trusts Maiza to be telling the truth about that.]

Yeah, I'm at house 48. I can take you there, if ya want.

[contaeoro]

It'd be great if you could show me the way there, at least. That way I'll know where to find you.