mayfield_rpg | 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 His outfit choice looks a couple decades out of date, too, although the clothes are definitely from the right era.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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Okay, fine. Geez, I didn't mean anything by it.

Yeah? This place isn't like most others so you should still give yourself time. Especially when things start goin' crazy.

... You're saying this to someone who came to New York and found a whole gang of immortals!

But you already knew immortals were real! This stuff is... it's all different.

Immortals... devils. If they're possible, why wouldn't this be?

[He sighs, certain that Czes is underestimating the craziness Mayfield has to offer. He wonders if he's doing Czes a disservice by not particularly wanting to rattle off Mayfield's various crimes. Violence is nothing new to hm, but violence without a clear target for revenge is and it makes him uncomfortable.]

...Maybe you're more prepared than most people are. I'm just sayin', don't expect anything normal. And be on guard, it gets rough here.

I promise, Firo. I won't let my guard down, ever. And I can keep an eye on you too.

[He's nodding along, pleased that Czes is taking his advice, until that last statement.]

Hey, I can take care of myself! You just worry about you.

... Firo.

You know I just argued the same thing with you right?

...You did?

W-well... This is different! I'm old-

[Older. No, you're not.]

You're old?

Um, well, no, not really... That's not what I was tryin' to say!

[He has the feeling that Czes knows that. He sighs and slouches.He probably isn't inspiring much confidence in this strange kid, is he?]

Forget it, okay?

... And done.

It's okay. If you think it's weird that I'm actually older than you, I can act younger so you won't feel weird.

[He shakes his head.]

Don't bother. I'll get used to it. Somehow.

Then should I act older? You can call me big bro and everything.

Definitely not! That'd be way too confusing!

[And he wants to get to be the big brother for once in his life.]

Aww. But wouldn't it be funny?

Funny? Not to me! I'm pretty sure people'd make fun of us.

Nope, they'll think I'm all admirable and responsible for taking care of you.

They'd laugh at me for havin' a ki--I mean, havin' someone who looks like a kid takin' care of me!

A-and anyway, I don't need anybody takin' care of me!

Well, if you're sure. But I don't need to be taken care of either!

I'm sure I'm sure!

And well... I guess that's okay for now... But you can change your mind anytime and ask for my help. It won't bother me.

Yeah, I'll remember it.

But I'll still keep an eye on you because Maiza'd be upset if I didn't.

Good.

[He sighs, but since what Czes says about Maiza is probably true, he supposes he has to accept it.]

...I guess he would. Thanks.

You're welcome, Firo. After all, we're what, friends, aren't we?

[Just the word "friends" is enough to turn his mood around, even if Czes might not be completely serious. Firo smiles and nods firmly.]

Yeah, yeah we are.

[He reaches over to pat Czes's shoulder.]

Thanks.

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