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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I'm multi-tasking! Come on, swing with me, Firo.

Swing with you?

[He's surprised by the offer, and actually kind of tempted. It's nice to spend time getting to know Czes, even if Firo's learning that he can be a pest sometimes.]

I'm not a kid.

So? You don't have to be a kid to be on the swings! I'd be you Maiza would even sit on one!

I can't imagine him on a swing!

[Maiza's far too dignified! ...But that probably wouldn't stop him if he wanted to.

Firo looks around to see if anyone's looking. Maybe just a little bit wouldn't hurt?]

Can you imagine him drawing a design for setting up dominos so everyone in the Martillos can set it up all over Alveare's floor and knock it down just because?

Maiza's got his weird side, too.

[He wants to say 'no way!' but... well, he remembers the things the other picciotto said about Maiza. You couldn't really call him a normal gangster.]

I-I guess...

[He wonders if agreeing is betraying Maiza. With a sigh, he plops himself on the swing next to Czes. If someone sees and makes fun of him, it's what he deserves for talking about another capo like that.]

We're not talking bad about him, you know. Maiza's not stuffy. He's... he's a good person, you know, if you ignore that he's a camorrista, and I respect him. But he's not stuffy, and he does weird things, too.

I never said he was stuffy.

[But he certainly implied it, didn't he? In general Maiza seems to be more relaxed than Firo.]

It's just... when people hear about a camorrista doin' weird stuff...

[Fewer people care than Firo thinks. The big five are very strict about conduct, but the Martillos are hardly big enough for them to notice much.]

Firo... no offense, but usually being a camorrista's enough to make you a little different from the ordinary. Like, it's already pretty weird.

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I meant to other people like us! And it's not really that weird.

Only because we live in the society that we live in. Besides... plenty of people are weirder than Maiza even among people like you. Trust me.

Of course there are! Like I said, he's not really weird.

[Randy and Pezzo spring to mind, much to Firo's disappointment. He's a bit curious about who Czes could be thinking of, especially if they're not a Martillo. He doesn't actually know how many gangsters Czes has met.]

Who're you thinkin' of?

... Maybe the hitman from Chicago's Russo Family. I've heard about the strange scissors man from the Gandors'... and then there's Begg who's at the Runoratas.

The Russos? They've probably got more than one workin' for 'em.

[It's just a guess. He knows little about their affairs, preferring to focus on the closer Families.]

Who's Begg?

Oh, they definitely did, that's for sure. Most of them are probably dead or behind bars though.

Begg's... I don't know what he does with them. But he's an immortal.

Occupational hazard. So wait, you know one of their guys?

They have an immortal workin' with 'em?

[He'd thought the Martillos and the Gandors would have the edge there.]

Uh... kinda? I mean, I met them, once.

[He shrugs and nods in response.]

Begg doesn't do much.

[He shakes his head in disbelief.]

How?

I see... He doesn't know how to make the elixir, does he?

I don't think so. The only one who was really interested in learning how to make it was Szilard, and aside from him, only Maiza knows.

Probably for the best. We haven't had too much trouble with 'em, but if we did...

[He shakes his head. He doesn't want to think about his Family dying. And it would still be a problem for the Gandors, who haven't always had such friendly relations with that organization.]

Any other immortals hangin' around that I should know about?

... After Szilard's died, I think it's me, Maiza, Sylvie, Elmer, Nile, and Denkuro. Huey, too.

Huey's been arrested I think. I don't know where everyone else is though.

[Szilard didn't have such a great memory for faces, but some vague pictures attached to some of the names surface. He brushes them away and kicks off the ground to move his swing.]

So they could be on the other side of the world or right next door.

Think we'll get any trouble from the rest of 'em?

[He can't help but feel Czes's opinion is more valuable in this matter; he actually knew them where Firo merely remembers them. There's a difference.]

If you get Nile mad, he might throw you across the room, but from what I remember he's not a bad person. Just violent. Denkuro was his friend, I think... and Sylvie.

Sylvie, I don't know what she's like right now. I mean, I don't know any of these people really well, but I don't think Sylvie would ever forgive Szilard for what happened.

Like Berga, huh?

[Though with that guy, Firo's not sure if it can be said that he's entirely not a bad person.

His smile fades at the mention of Sylvie.]

...Yeah, I really don't see who would.

[Czes doesn't know Firo's thoughts so he can't tell him that Nile's not a good person either. But comparatively, both Berga and Nile aren't terrible people.]

I bet she's extra mad. Elmer told her to smile right after. Maiza, too.

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