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mayfield_rpg2012-04-10 08:22 pm
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[Action]
[Firo's leaving 1246 Williams Road late in the morning when he spots his regain. Outwardly, the car's nothing too remarkable. Except that the sides are badly scratched and the windshield is mostly broken. The thing's definitely been through the wringer.]
What the-? This thing..?
[It's not even his, unless... The sudden presence of the car has Firo a little unnerved. He knows he's seen this before, and he's pretty sure it's Szilard's. That brings up a question: why did he regain it?]
The hell is goin' on here..?
[He growls and marches to the vehicle. Though this is worrying him- he's been trying to just forget about Szilard- he's going to do his best not to show it.
After a few moments of slowly circling the car, he attempts to push it into the street. It stays stubbornly in place. Passers-by might see Firo glaring resentfully at the car before kicking it in the tire. He'll be alternating between attempting to move it and anxiously examining it.
He's not Szilard, Mayfield's must just be trying to mess with him.]
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[A little later in the day, Firo picks up the phone. Trying to sound casual, he asks:]
Hey, have any of you ever gotten somethin' from Mayfield that's... not exactly yours?
[Firo's leaving 1246 Williams Road late in the morning when he spots his regain. Outwardly, the car's nothing too remarkable. Except that the sides are badly scratched and the windshield is mostly broken. The thing's definitely been through the wringer.]
What the-? This thing..?
[It's not even his, unless... The sudden presence of the car has Firo a little unnerved. He knows he's seen this before, and he's pretty sure it's Szilard's. That brings up a question: why did he regain it?]
The hell is goin' on here..?
[He growls and marches to the vehicle. Though this is worrying him- he's been trying to just forget about Szilard- he's going to do his best not to show it.
After a few moments of slowly circling the car, he attempts to push it into the street. It stays stubbornly in place. Passers-by might see Firo glaring resentfully at the car before kicking it in the tire. He'll be alternating between attempting to move it and anxiously examining it.
He's not Szilard, Mayfield's must just be trying to mess with him.]
[Phone]
[A little later in the day, Firo picks up the phone. Trying to sound casual, he asks:]
Hey, have any of you ever gotten somethin' from Mayfield that's... not exactly yours?
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[He sighs.]
It's sorta complicated. But me, personally? It's not mine.
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[She is just making wild guesses at the moment.]
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No way. I'm pretty sure I know who's it is, that's why I'm confused about why I have it.
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Hey, hang on a second, I only had the elixir about a month before I got here; I'm not that old. No memory loss as far as I remember.
And it's from this bastard back home. Well, my friends sorta stole it from him and that's how it got so beat up...
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[He sounds a little disappointed about that.]
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[Why else would Firo be disappointed at not seeing him being run over?]
Did you have any other contact with him after that?
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[So his next response shouldn't be too surprising...
Well, I killed him.
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[Geez, he wasn't expecting this sort of Spanish Inquisition...]
Uh, well, he was after my friend, so he came to New York a little while before I got taken here. He barged into our speakeasy, my friend sent me to get help and I ran into his- the homunculus he created. And then... well, I took him down and that was that.
[He's afraid to get into the fact that he has Szilard's memories; he doesn't want Bazett to conclude that that's the reason why.]
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[Perhaps the car was sentient and had acknowledged Firo as its new owner?]
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The only way you can kill an immortal: I ate him.
With my hand. It's kinda weird.
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You ate him...with your hand...
[His hand had seemed perfectly normal when they last met.]
Did eating him incorporate his DNA into you or something? Perhaps his items recognized you as him based on that...?
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What's DNA?
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[She has to think a bit before answering his question about DNA.]
I am not too clear on that either, but from what I have heard, it is the basic unit of inheritance. It is what allows children to look like their parents and causes people to reject transplanted organs.
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[He only understood about half of that explanation, but he's pretty sure he wouldn't be able to answer the question either way.]
...I have no idea. I don't think so.
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