mayfield_rpg | oo1: actual intro!

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oo1: actual intro!

[action - around town in the afternoon]
[There's a small little boy walking around town. A flat cap pulled down over his eyes, and a brown jacket even in the middle of July. His outfit choice looks a couple decades out of date, too, although the clothes are definitely from the right era. Fashion statement?

Seemingly lost in his thoughts, Czeslaw Meyer-Stanfield is not paying much attention to where he is going. He passes by houses, by shops, by people. He might accidentally bump into people, at which point he will blink the surprise away and smile sheepishly, with a natural-sounding]

Oh...! Oh, I'm sorry [mister, or miss]. I guess I wasn't watching where I was going. I didn't mean to run into you. Good afternoon!

[action - 459 Stone Street]
[Nope. Nope. Nope nope nope. He can't handle this family arrangement. His "mother" won't let him hole up in his room, though, so he's sitting in a chair in the corner of the front room watching the door so he'll never be surprised by his "father"'s homecoming.]

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Er...

[A grimace.] S-sorry.

[Firo winces, he hadn't meant to make such a fuss.]

It's fine. I guess it's not such a big deal, right?

[And without the other guys to egg czes on, Firo's sure there won't be any pranks.]

They don't do anything to hurt you, promise.

Hurt me?

[He smiles and shakes his head, almost laughing at how ridiculous that sounds.]

Of course they don't. It'd just be annoyin' at worst.

You and the others are really friendly, so I guess you're right.

"You guess"? Of course I'm right about that.

[There's not a whole lot he knows, but he is certain that his Family wouldn't hurt each other.]

Besides, we're all immortal. So it doesn't matter much anyway.

[Czes would probably beg to differ.]

...

[He gives Firo a look that reads "You might learn eventually." Don't you know the only reason why Sylvie survived that night, Firo?]

I think it's because you're friends.

[When he was thinking of ways they might wind up hurting each other, it was in the accidental bruises and cuts from sparring, nothing like what Czes went through; things that are barely noticeable when you're immortal and easily distracted. As such, he just gives Czes a quizzical smile at that look.]

Friends? Yeah, of course we are. More like family, really.

You alright?

Y-yeah, I'm fine. I just thought...

Well... I just thought -- it isn't always easy.

What, to not hurt your friends? Yeah, that's sometimes hard to do when Claire or Berga won't shut up.

[...Probably not the best time to be joking about this, Firo.]

... [He scuffs his foot against the ground.]

To get hurt over and over again.

To wha-?

[Now he's really concerned. They were just talking about being teased by friends, right?]

Uh, yeah... It's not.

[He's way off the mark, but Firo starts thinking. Czes did say he hangs out a lot at Alveare, and the Martillo capos aren't the only criminals there. Even some of their picciotto are prone to cruelty; he has to wonder if they've been picking on Czes.]

Does that... Does that happen?

Oh!

[He shakes his head.]

Not at Alveare. I dunno, you guys are all really nice people to each other. I guess you're all still cammoristi, but... some people are really bad guys. Like Szilard...

[And Fermet. And Czes himself. He doesn't want you to know that, though.]

I've met a lot of people, but you guys really are... very kind.

[It's a relief to know that those at Alveare aren't at fault, but now Firo's worrying about what kind of things Czes went through before being adopted by Ennis. Firo's own childhood was no picnic; he learned firsthand how bad some people could be. He flinches at the mention of Szilard, that memory is far too recent.]

There's a lotta bad people out there, but you'll be safe with us. We don't let anybody hurt our friends.

[He tries to force a smile.]

I'll take your word for it. But with how quickly you accepted me here, I gotta worry about exactly how many people you have to look out for.

What?

[It's not like he adopts everyone he meets! He laughs and shakes his head.]

Oh come on, there's not that many. Especially here.

[If only Firo knew what would happen between now and 1934.]

You've definitely got more than most folks though. You're real friendly.

Uh, thanks.

[He laughs again, somewhat embarrassed by the compliment.]

Is it really that much more than most people..?

[He's not too sure what the norm is; the crime Family who raised him couldn't exactly be called normal and neither could the Gandor brothers.]

...

[He gives Firo the most serious look he can muster without giving away too much.]

You are.

Oh well. The more the merrier; that's what they say, right?

[Firo that doesn't make sense.]

Huh? Y-yeah, I guess so.

[Firo finds that uncertainty strange. Don't most people find a party with fewer people less fun?]

You've never heard that phrase before?

Of course i have!

It just... didn't really make sense.

Huh. Well, isn't is nice to have a lotta friends all together?

I guess? I don't have any friends outside the Martillos...

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