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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Uuum. If I were to make a guess?

They'd know the day you became a capo and where you came from and who your parents were and where they came from.

No! I mean about us. Immortals.

[Though thanks for ever so slightly creeping him out.]

It's not exactly common knowledge.

Oh.

Well, I think they would know about who the known immortals are -- us from the Advenna Avis (they probably know about the ship, too) and they probably at least know about some Martillo capos becoming immortal. I'm pretty sure rumors about the Gandors reached them, so... anything that's ever been said outside private conversations, they probably know.

Sheesh. They really get around.

[He shouldn't be surprised. Not only do they surely have their own investigators, but there's no shortage of people willing to spill a few secrets to make a buck. Especially in a depression.]

You ever dealt with 'em before?

[It could be construed as suspicion, but he's just curious. It doesn't occur to him to even think that Czes would tell them anything about the Martillos or immortals.]

[He tenses up almost immediately and pretty obviously, narrowing his eyes at Firo.]

... I haven't.

[Firo notices and raises his hands in a calming motion.]

Relax, I didn't mean anything by it. You just seemed to know a lot about 'em.

I--

I just. Learned a lot about a lot of things.

That's fine.

[He tries to shrug as if it's just a trivial matter.]

You... Um. You don't have to tell me about it.

... ...

It'll be too much for you to understand, anyway! It's a lot of information, you know?

[It takes him a moment to realize he should be offended.]

H-hey! What're you goin' and sayin' that for?!

Well, I just assumed so, y'know?

Y-you shouldn't assume things like that!

[Does he really seem so dim? Don't answer that.]

Well, I also assumed you'd say there's more things we can do with the time it'll take me to tell you everything.

...There probably is. So we can skip it, but because of the time it'd take, okay?

[And not because it'd strain his poor brain. :(]

[You poor man. Okay he'll agree to that for you.]

Sure.

We can skip it.

Thanks.

[Wait, wasn't he trying to do Czes a favor by not prying into his life? Oh well.]

You wanna stay on the swings or do somethin' else?

We can do something else if you wanna. I don't mind either way!

[He doesn't want to end Czes's fun. His fear of getting caught doing something childish doesn't trump his desire to win the kid over this time, so he decides to suck it up.]

...Wanna see who can swing the highest?

... That's not fair!

You have longer legs!

[He laughs.]

I'll give you a push and then run back to my swing.

[He gives him the darkest but most obviously joking look]

I do not need your pity...

[He looks almost startled, but then he laughs.]

Maybe not, but you could use a boost, am I right?

It wouldn't be a real victory if I got help from the opponent! I'll be fine!

[He shakes his head, still chuckling.]

Suit yourself. You ready to go?

Yeah I am! [He adjusts his seat no the swing, grip tight.] Are you?

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