mayfield_rpg | action; phone (forward dated to Monday!)

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action; phone (forward dated to Monday!)

{ACTION} Mayfield Elementary; before class
[Despite seeing and hearing some things he didn't want to encounter during the trip into the void, Czeslaw has been attending school without missing a day. Dressed in a white shirt with a tie (fixed to be straight by his drone mother) and jacket but missing his usual hat, Czes makes his way on campus, arriving a little bit early.

He bumps shoulders with people sometimes, uttering a small "sorry" whenever he does. But if he sees a face he recognizes, he looks up with the best smile he could plaster on his face.]

Hi... good morning! How's it going?

{ACTION} Stone Street; afternoon
[Czeslaw received something in the mail after coming home from school. It was just an envelope with a card inside, but what's important to Czes is what is dran on the card. It's a two-panel comic, a simple picture of a human with a wound in the first panel; the human's wound is healed in the second. He looks at it for a couple of seconds before he pales and nearly drops it, turning white and running inside the house.]

{PHONE} filtered to Firo Prochainezo
Firo! Hey Firo, can I talk to you?

[First he calls Firo, because this is the guy he was living with back home. First he's got to call Firo and see if he's still alive and around, and tell him what happened. He already tried to see if the mail wasn't joking, and sure enough it was real. The cut on his lip he bit down on it earlier healed in seconds.]

Not over the phone, though -- I can come to to your house or meet you anywhere, but I need to talk to you!

{ACTION} Nelson Street; nighttime
[Czes was also going to try calling Elmer C. Albatross but instead he runs. He remembers that Elmer lived on Nelson Street, so he runs as fast as he can to that street, hoping he'll find the house. But it's the one with the treehouse, right?

He's running so fast he might crash right into a passerby, saying "Sorry!" and hoping he won't get pulled into a conversation.]

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... Promise?

Cross my heart and hope to die. Besides, our food should be comin' soon.

[Hopefully that will keep Firo distracted.]

Don't say that... what if someone's listening and they think you're serious and try to come after you?

C'mon, you've never heard that phrase before? Besides, what makes you think I couldn't take 'em if they tried anything?

Of course I've heard it. But I'm not even saying you're not strong enough; the stuff they could do is way different from any of the thugs you've beaten, though.

I can fight more than thugs, ya know.

[...Firo, your blind charge against the immortal with the tommy gun didn't work out so well.]

Are you talkin' about the people here who've got those weird powers and stuff?

I'm talking about the things the folks who run this town can send after us.

Ah. Right. Those are pretty crazy. Normally they look kinda weird, though, so they probably wouldn't blend in so easy here...

[He's looking around for suspicious behavior just to be sure.]

Even if they stand out, that doesn't make them easier to beat if they're strong.

I just meant that there probably aren't any here right now. We'll deal with 'em when they show up.

Have you had to fight any of them before?

Yeah. I fought some zombies and some pretty messed up people who came around last Thanksgiving. Actually, I'm not sure if they were even people.

[The zombies weren't technically Mayfield, and with the cannibals he eventually had to concede that it was better to avoid them.]

If they were people? Why? Were they strange-looking or something?

[He's imagining something like Greek monsters though.]

A bit strange-lookin'. But mostly they were really tough and...well, they ate people.

Ate people?!

Yeah. ...Things went even deeper into hell than usual that time.

Were you okay that time, Firo?

Me?

[He forces a laugh and nods.]

Of course I was. I could take care of 'em just fine.

[That didn't help when the other effects of the bomb came around, but for now Firo'd rather put on a show of bravado than dwell on it.]

What'd you do, tear their heads off?

...What? No, do you really think I could do that? I used a knife.

[It was harder than he's making it out to be.]

To tear their heads off?

[Twenty questions.]

Edited 2012-12-19 03:02 (UTC)

What's with you and the heads? No, I just... did what I had to do until they stopped.

[A few heads may have been chopped. It's unsurprisingly messy going when all you have is a knife.]

Well, usually even immortals will stop if you kill them by the head, right?

[... He's probably seriously suggesting this.]

[He blinks, surprised that Czes is knowledgeable about that.]

Well, yeah. Slows us down a lot. Just the tearin' their heads off... Seems like a little much, don'cha think?

[If only you knew, Firo.]

Most of the time, I guess. [He mumbles something, then looks up with a shrug.]

It's violent, but according to the stories you have to do that to vampires, so when you're in danger you've just got to try everything, maybe?

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