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

[immamartillo]

She was pretty tough, but I wouldn't say she's exactly mythological. She's kinda weird. Weirder than the other guy who lives there.

[contaeoro]

It sounds like you've gathered yourself a rather interesting circle of friends, Firo.

[immamartillo]

Hey, I wouldn't really call her a friend...

[She did try to eat him, sort of.]

But I do have other friends here, and I bet they'd love to meet you!

[contaeoro]

What kind of folks are they?

[immamartillo]

Well, Kazuma's not too bad a guy, just really shy sometimes. Seto's a really sweet kid, and he's smart, too.

[Though Firo's pretty biased.]

And Grune's, uh... She's kinda weird, but she's really nice.

[contaeoro]

[Maiza smiles a little.] Sounds like a quieter bunch than we're used to.

[immamartillo]

Yeah, they are. It's always really quiet around here, except for the experiments, but you already knew that.

[He sighs wistfully. He'd give a lot to hear the sounds of the city again.]

[contaeoro]

Oh yeah. It's... peaceful, should I say, but maybe too much once I get used to it.

[immamartillo]

Yeah. I kinda miss Isaac and Miria sometimes...

[contaeoro]

Who wouldn't? They've been the light of the parties every since they came, yeah?

[immamartillo]

[He laughs.]

I guess they were. When they're not bein' annoying, that is.

[contaeoro]

You're usually the only one who gets caught up and frustrated by their eccentricities, Firo.

[immamartillo]

Wha-? Well, I, um-!

[He can not deny that.]

...Well, they are really weird...

[contaeoro]

They're different, that's for certain. But I think if you live long enough, you'll meet plenty of people just as eccentric as them.

[Elmer and the governor of his hometown come to mind.]

[immamartillo]

Yeah, you're probably right. I guess Isaac and Miria are probably some a' the more harmless ones, huh?

[contaeoro]

They're definitely harmless. Intentionally at least.

[immamartillo]

[He nods, laughing.]

Yeah. I've never met thieves like 'em.

[contaeoro]

I don't think there are thieves like them very often.

[immamartillo]

They probably wouldn't last long, that's for sure. Though I guess that doesn't explain Isaac and Miria at all.

[contaeoro]

Miraculous luck? [Maybe?]

[immamartillo]

Well, it's certainly not by any action on their part.

[contaeoro]

Who knows. Those two do a lot of running around and thinking. What'd they say Czes was... a gift?

[immamartillo]

Yeah, a gift or a souvenir or somethin'. Dunno why they decided she needed one, though.

[contaeoro]

Knowing them, they misunderstood something she told them. [He laughs good naturedly.]

[immamartillo]

Probably.

[He laughs, shaking his head.]

It's nice that they care about her. In their own way.