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Ruby City Mods ([personal profile] rubycitymods) wrote2012-01-13 01:45 pm
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[CANON] Loki Laufeyson | Marvel Comics | not reserved | 1/3

[personal profile] takesushi 2012-07-21 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Ri
Personal Journal: [personal profile] takesushi
E-mail: doomturnip AT gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: yamasks @ AIM | [plurk.com profile] takesushi

CHARACTER
Name: Loki Laufeyson
Canon: Marvel Comics Universe (Earth 616)
Timeline: Post-Fear Itself arc, but before the rise of Tyranus.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
takesushi: (shining through)

[CANON] Loki Laufeyson | Marvel Comics | not reserved | 2/3

[personal profile] takesushi 2012-07-22 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
Personality
Once, Loki Laufeyson, son of Odin, was known as the God of Evil. Once, Loki stood as one of the most prominent villains upon Earth and Asgard, fueled by his hatred of his brother, Thor, and the favouritism shown him by their mutual father, Odin All-father. He brought chaos and strife where he went, and before his end, he heralded the destruction and breaking of Asgard. It was beyond even his plans, though, to break Asgard; he had meant to rule it, not destroy it. The very force that threatened the ruins of the Shining City then turned upon Loki, after he himself granted aid to the heroes who sought to defeat it. His death, however, would not be permanent. In return for services granted in the past, Loki had his name written out of the Book of Hel, allowing himself the chance of rebirth in place of true, lasting death.

Why did Loki do it? No one knows.


Claiming he missed his brother, Thor, son of Odin, the God of Thunder himself who Loki had tormented through most of his life, then wished the rebirth of Loki. Against the wishes of all in Asgard, he sought to bring Loki back to life.

And so he did.

When Loki was reborn, it turned out to be, quite literally, a fresh start. He came back as a child, a callow youth freed of the burden of memory and guilt. He remembered nothing of his past deeds save for what dreams and nightmares granted him, left only with a lingering sense of what came to pass. A blank slate, for all intents and purposes; a chance to grow up anew without the corruption of power and envy to twist him back to what he had once been. He came back as Loki had been at his very core. An unsullied God of Mischief.

Highly intelligent, capable of great feats of intellect and ability, Loki is also at once clever and in possession of far too much wit for his own well-being. He's a quick thinker, able to come up with plans of action virtually on the fly, and while his silver tongue isn't quite up to reputation just yet, he's still yet managed to talk himself out of trouble on more than the one occasion. (Though it's been known to get him in trouble just as often.) Well-spoken as he is and can be, it doesn't save Loki from inevitable bouts of smarminess, most often at the most inopportune times. He's still sarcastic, prone to cynicism, and every bit the trickster he had once been, though his mischief and trickery does not carry the malice it once had. The impetuousness of youth guides many of his actions, however wise or unwise they may be, and have earned him the title of 'troublemaker' anew. Fresh start that he's been given, he is still often caught up in a lie on frequent occasion; though not spoken with harmful intent, a white lie is still nevertheless a lie. In Loki's case, it's no more than a verbal reaction were some would bargain their way out of a tougher spot.

Perhaps it's why the people of Asgard and Midgard still deem him as untrustworthy, for no matter how much he may try, few regard him as anything other than the serpent he had been in his past life. He lies and he schemes still, he tricks and he brings trouble where he may, but though he does so, at the very core of his actions is the knowledge that it's for everyone's own good in the long run. For each seemingly malicious step taken, there is an unseen kernel of good in it. For each plot and plan made, each is catered, in its own way, to the good of Asgard and its people. It's not that Loki is unreliable, oh no. Give him a task and he'll see it through to the end, for certain, but he'll carry it out as Loki does: in his own way. Even if his methods tend to be frowned upon by pretty much everyone and anyone involved, still he carries them out however he can. He's learned through experience that though he may try to take the heroic and selfless route, the entire thing is either ill-suited for him, or he for it. For Loki, there is only truly the Loki way, and if it involves trickery and mischief and pulling the wool over everyone's eyes, then so be it. He'll stop at nothing to fulfill his agenda, even if in the end it means the end of Thor's life. The ends justify the means, though few else would see it so if they knew.

Unlike his predecessor, young Loki holds little spite for his elder half-brother. Rather, it's really quite the opposite. For once, perhaps, Thor is the one figure Loki truly admires, being the one who went out of his way to revive him and subsequently defend him, and being so, the one Loki truly wants to help, whatever the cost. And the cost is great indeed when he does set out on his great quest of helping, both in result and the troubles met along the way. It's for Thor's sake that Loki endures such things as Hell, and Hel, and the various pacts and promises made therein. It's for the greater good that Loki works, perhaps as a way to live up to his brother, or to prove himself. Maybe it's because of his fear of growing up into what he once was that he strives so. Because he possesses that much more empathy than his past self did, he feels, very closely, the guilt of betraying the Disir in his machinations, and even closer than that, the guilt of leading Thor to his death, a task never achieved by his elder self until now, and most ironically, something brought about through his desire to help.

Yes, since his rebirth, much has changed for Loki and his life. While some may not be so enthusiastic about his return, he nevertheless does his best with what he's given. As Loki himself put it:

Change is good. The new is good.
takesushi: (far from refuge)

[CANON] Loki Laufeyson | Marvel Comics | not reserved | 3/3

[personal profile] takesushi 2012-07-22 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
First Person:
[ It starts out with a sudden tap, like a button pushed in curiosity, and it starts out in the middle of what sounds like a very absent monologue. ]
--nlike anything I have seen so far. A Stark phone isn't nearly as tricky, I have to say, which is saying something indeed. What Ikol would have made of it, I can scarcely even imagin--

[ Tap. The line goes dead for all of a minute before the image recording function kicks right in. It focuses on a face, too close to the screen and peering at it in a determined squint. Tap tap tap. ]

Does it work now? Hello? I'm sure a little labeling of functions wouldn't harm this thing terribly much-- [ The line, once again, goes dead. The interval between lasts much longer this time: a full three minutes before it flickers back on as if nothing had happened. ]

Much better, there. Hello? The train was very nice, but this is not where I need to be right now. Directions back to Broxton would be very muchly appreciated.

[ He's smiling, but it's about there that his expression falls ever so slightly; a faint crease between his brows, a small twitch of his mouth downward. ]

I have an event I must attend.


Third Person:
Strange as it is, and as utterly cloudy as he finds the circumstances to be, Loki cannot quite deny that for being his very first ride on a train, it is still a very fine one. There's something lulling about the clack and clatter of the wheels on the track, just as there is something enchanting about the passing countryside. Transportation at its finest and most comfortable, when compared to the art of flinging oneself across the distances with the momentum of a very large and very heavy hammer. The thought is a sudden one, and it halts just as suddenly as it came.

How quickly guilt works.

He shakes the thought from his head, and takes to playing with the thing in his pocket instead. A watch, he thinks, a clockwork pocket watch by it's size. It's not new, not by the Midgardian concept of new, but for Asgard it is certainly something to take note of. It's different enough to effectively distract him from darker thoughts, and that's enough, it'd be enough for now. Dials and buttons, doubtless functions he has yet to behold, and while it may not be his Stark phone (still nestled comfortably in his other pocket, he notes with some relieved satisfaction), it's still something worth investigating. When the train stops, he tell himself firmly. He wouldn't want to miss his stop, wherever it may be. Better to be prepared than alarmed like he feels he wants to be. Thor wouldn't want him to be alarmed. Thor would want him to be ready, and brave, and everything that Loki is not much like.

But he thinks he can manage anyway.

Face pressed against the window, Loki waits, a roiling blend of curiosity and consternation, excitement and alarm. To tear him from Sif's side and Thor's funeral, this unknown force had best have a reason most dire and pressing. Small as he may be, young and inexperienced as he may be, Loki was still an Asgardian, and was not Asgard a city of heroes? He had to make do with himself and himself alone here, in this city rolling into view. Here, there was no Thor to look to for assurance and protection. Here, he was Loki Laufeyson, and he would have to make do.
takesushi: (white light)

[personal profile] takesushi 2012-07-22 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Just to clarify, so I know more what to revise on-- it's the tense present in the sample that needs correcting?
takesushi: (point pleasantry)

[personal profile] takesushi 2012-07-22 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
My bad! I tend to forget about the tense thing often.

--

Strange as it was, and as utterly cloudy as he found the circumstances to be, Loki couldn't quite deny that for being his very first ride on a train, it was still a very fine one. There was something lulling about the clack and clatter of the wheels on the track, just as there was something enchanting about the passing countryside. Transportation at its finest and most comfortable, when compared to the art of flinging oneself across the distances with the momentum of a very large and very heavy hammer. The thought was a sudden one, and it halted just as suddenly as it came.

How quickly guilt worked, when one wasn't prepared.

He shook the thought from his head, and took to playing with the thing in his pocket instead. A watch, he thought, a clockwork pocket watch by its size. It wasn't not new, not by the Midgardian concept of new, but for Asgard it certainly was something to take note of. It was different enough to effectively distract him from darker thoughts, and that was enough, it'd have to be enough for the time being. Dials and buttons, doubtless functions he had yet to behold, and while it may not have been his Stark phone (which still nestled comfortably in his other pocket, he noted with some relieved satisfaction), it was still something worth investigating. When the train stopped, he assured himself firmly. He wouldn't want to miss his stop, wherever it may be. (If there was such a thing, even.) Better to be prepared than alarmed like he felt he wanted to be. Thor wouldn't want him to be alarmed, was the prevalent thought. Thor would want him to be ready, and brave, and everything that Loki wasn't feeling much alike.

But he thought he could manage anyway.

Face pressed against the window, Loki waited, a roiling blend of curiosity and consternation, excitement and alarm. To tear him from Sif's side and Thor's funeral, this unknown force had best have a reason most dire and pressing, was the grim little thought. Small as he may have been, young and inexperienced as he may have been, Loki was still an Asgardian, and was not Asgard a city of heroes? He would have to make do with himself and himself alone here, in the misty city rolling into view. There within its walls, there was no Thor to look to for assurance and protection. There, he would be Loki Laufeyson, and he would have to make do.
Edited 2012-07-22 05:34 (UTC)
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Re: REVISION REQUESTED

[personal profile] aggravated 2012-07-23 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Two questions before I go into a revision:

1) On plurk, it was discussed my using of two accounts and no one seemed to have any issue with it. In fact, it was well received. I am not sure who went over my app, so ... there may need to be discussion between you guys? Or is this a change in decision?

2) What do you believe displays an out of character tone? It is a very vague statement I am not sure how to rectify.
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First Person Revision: (my apologies on this as I realize I somehow put the wrong FP all together.)

[personal profile] aggravated 2012-07-23 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bruce is the kind of guy who is used to waking up in unknown locations with no memory of how he got there. It's never, ever a pleasant thing, but in the years since the accident, it's something he's gotten all too painfully used to. Equally, it usually involved waking up in the nude.]

[This time, though? Fully clothed in the same cheap cotton shirt and pants he's used to. It actually unsettles him more than his normal nude wake up after a Change. So as he sits up, looking around... the train left him on edge as it was a small compartment and the sort of thing he avoided traveling on as much as possible. He doesn't do well inside enclosed spaces. Well, more like the enclosed spaces never did well with him inside them.]

[The train around him has the feeling of age, yet it couldn't possibly be much older than sometime within the last century. His mind begins to play over the possibilities of what country he could be in when his next shift to stand taps something against his thigh. There, attached to a belt loop and hanging on a gold chain... is a pocket watch. A brow lifts as he reaches down, scooping it up into a smooth palm and turning it over. No inscription and nothing like anything he had owned in his life, yet it couldn't have been left by another passenger unless they decided to attach it to his person. He clicks it open and immediately is surprised at what he finds inside.]

[No watch, but instead humming quietly as the screen powers up, providing a reflection of himself in a camera facing towards himself and a small dark crimson dot most people would recognize as the international symbol for 'record'. Is this something Tony had left him? No, no, this doesn't have any of Tony's tastes layered on it. Too old fashioned by far for him.]

[Curious, the scientist sits back down and uses his thumb to tap 'record'. It glows, followed by a small beep, and he can only suspect he is truly being recorded. He says nothing, not knowing it would be broadcasted out over the multitude of other devices given to the city's occupants, assuming it is for himself alone.]
Strange. Strange... Why a pocketwatch? Why would the only feature be to record? [A constant stream of thoughts questions the device in every way as he murmurs to himself over the feed before ending the recording with another tap of his thumb.]

[Several of those questions are answered as the record symbol moves leaving several others now to access.]
Someone wanted me to record immediately. [The remark leaves him before he thinks to keep it to himself, and the ideas that come with the remark leave him all the more uneasy. It leaves behind the feeling of being watched.]

[If there's one thing Bruce Banner hates, it's being watched by unknown eyes.]
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[personal profile] pushedaround 2012-07-24 02:54 am (UTC)(link)

Sariel | El Shaddai: Ascension of the Metatron | Reserved | 1/2

[personal profile] loveidea 2012-07-24 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Liwei
Personal Journal: [personal profile] myotismon
E-mail: teacoloredeyes@aim.com
AIM/MSN/etc: teacoloredeyes (AIM) | seppucrow (Plurk)

CHARACTER
Name: Sariel
Canon: El Shaddai: Ascension of the Metatron
Timeline: After being defeated.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A

Personality:
It's hard to know where to begin with Sariel due to the complexity of his character, though a good place to start, would be with the fact that he's a Fallen Angel who fell due to being charmed with the idea of human love. As a Fallen Angel, it's fairly safe to assume that he has no idea what mutual love between humans and equals truly is, as the only love he has known is the love of Angels for God, which is more like idolization of one's father. His relationship with love even after he Falls and even after three hundred years living along humans who love him and worship him, is a near obsessive one, obsessed with holding onto the idea and as such, he has many lovers and doesn't even know where to draw the line as he has many lovers and doesn't care about their age or whether or not they're married when he finds them or or anything. But still, he is loved and also shows love toward those who follow him and toward his children. Even the souls of his loved ones stay by his side and he shelters his followers and his children, the Nephilim, from harm to the best of his abilities within the paradise created in the Tower. It's something to be said, for him to be attached to the point where he's willing to give up any even slight resemblance of a human being if it means he can protect his world and all that lives within it.

Because that's what he's like as a lover. As sincere as a lover can be, and obviously attached to everyone and willing to apologize if he fails and yet, he doesn't truly understand the love between humans, having it slip through his fingers. Even so, the point is that he believes he feels it, and won't be convinced otherwise. If he loves someone and they love him in return, then that's good enough for him, unable to really recognize those subtle lines between love and idolization of someone which is what many of his followers merely do. They love him, yes. But they also idolize him and worship him like a God which pretty much screws up the entire equality thing.

And as it's the same love that Sariel shows toward the Father, I believe it's hard for him to distinguish between the two and he has a long way to go in understanding it. Even so, he does feel sadness at failure, and he does care for everyone even if it may not be love in the same way that humans feel it. He does feel things that a human would feel, such as the need to protect, the need to be with, even the need to nurture and most of all desperation to keep those he cares for with him, unwilling to let them go and scared of never getting to see them again, even allowing himself to ask as much when time came to part.

To anyone threatening that which he cares for though, he's a very different man. He has bounds and leaps of confidence in himself and in his abilities, as shown throughout the game when he battles Enoch. Until the other actually does some damage, he merely saunters around the battlefield and attacks at his own pace, though his confidence shows regardless and his confidence borders on arrogance which, with what he is, makes sense. He has a lot of faith in his own abilities, despite weakening from his Fall. He'll engage in the occasional mockery, though as more damage is done to him he'll stop the taunts and start taking things seriously, especially when something he cares for is on the line. Rage falls ever so naturally to him when he believes that which belongs to him has been taken from him and he will fight fiercely when enraged and it takes a bit to quell it. Negative emotion seems to fall an Angel and especially a Fallen Angel in more easily than positive (and kind of half-baked not quite human) emotion. Basically as far as anything remotely positive goes he knows how to act, how to be gentle and sweet-talk, though it's merely things learned over the years away from Heaven rather than his true colors.

That said though, his default would likely be calm with an overtone of arrogance and the right words falling easily to him, unless provoked. He does know to keep things civil as he's far from stupid, even if he has a tendency to default to rage-mode when something goes against him and he actually can't control his anger. It does take a bit to get him to that point, though calming him from it can be troublesome and for anyone not equipped to deal with it (read: people he dislikes) it's better to get the hell out of dodge rather than trying to at all.

It's also worth mentioning that men aren't as much in his favor as women. I don't think he particularly minds them even if he talks his male followers into fighting each other as much as just not understanding they're just as valuable as women are.

As a final footnote I should mention that Sariel fell not to betray God but merely to find love which he has his own ideas and thoughts about. He still loves God and dislikes going against his Word even if he will to protect that which he feels belongs with him. His relationship with Angels outside the ones he fell with are bound to be slightly strained, though depending on who they are he'll try to fly under their radar or merely ignore them until such time they prove themselves enemy or ally (or indifferent). All in all, Sariel is beautifully tragic in his desire to obtain a love he could never understand and normally easy to get along if not somewhat aloof and hard to establish deep emotional connections with, though easily enraged should that which he cares for be threatened or torn away from him.

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[personal profile] loveidea 2012-07-24 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
First Person:
[It's something to be said for having one's consciousness fade to the sound of the people he failed to protect. And that is that it's not very comfortable to wake up in total silence in a train on the move and far different from what he'd expected. His soul was to be imprisoned for eternity, and yet, here he is, stepping out onto the platform once the train grinds to a halt and the doors open.

Golden eyes scan the area, finding no familiarity, no comfort in it though it's preferable to where he thought he was going, dilapidated buildings and general disarray compared to what he's used to aside.

He feels something in his hand then, lifting it up and finding it to be a watch. He turns it carefully in his bony fingers, checking it out and trying to figure out where it came from when it pops open and the video feed switches on. He leans closer and gives the City a nice view of a rather sunken in looking face that has a strange sort of beauty to it regardless.
] Hm...

Rather than what it appeared to be, it would seem that this is a communicator. [Smart. It doesn't take him too long to figure out of it- video, voice, text... A simple contraption all in all, yet intriguing.]

I am assuming I am not on my own here then. [Where there's a network of communication there has to be people, right?] In that case, being given some insight to where I am would be appreciated.

Third Person:
There was a lot that was unexpected about being free when he was pretty sure that he was going to an eternity being locked away and imprisoned, his soul never to roam anywhere ever again. It was unexpected to the point that for a moment he merely stood at the station, letting the summer wind ruffle his hair, blond strands being tugged at by it and he breathed in, and then back out. Alive, but separated from all that he loved. No, not separated- Having it taken from him and suffering crushing defeat prior to his arrival which resulted in the loss of his lovers, his followers, and the death of his children. A spark of anger flew through him before he could quite stop it and he had to take another moment to calm himself and remind himself that the one who had taken everything from him was not here.

In fact, if anything this place was a place he needed to explore, in order to seek out answers of what had happened to him. If this was God's plan, then... That would be strange because he thought he had already known what God wanted to happen to him and this was definitely not it and to be honest, Sariel wasn't quite sure what action he should take right now. Was this planned, had something gone wrong? Was this his 'prison'? It didn't feel like it. Or look like it. Was it part of some sort of trial he should go through to repent maybe, though if so, Heaven had seriously miscalculated because he had no intention to do that when he had done nothing wrong. There would be instructions though, wouldn't there? If that was truly the case and he glanced around once more and listened to... Actually, not much to listen to either other than the sounds of the wind and some animals. No matter where he looked and how much he listened, there was no sign of what his next move should be which left him with a choice- Either sitting down and waiting for some sort of sign or taking the matter into his own hands. It was difficult to choose really, because he wasn't sure as there really wasn't anything motivating or prompting him one way or another. There was the watch in his hand that seemed to be connected to some type of network. He had no explanation for that yet, though he didn't think to get rid of it just yet. It might be necessary to keep it after all. It could have some purpose. Had to have some purpose.

After a moment of merely standing there, the Fallen Angel began walking, deciding to take matters into his own hands as he was in no state of mind to wait around for anything really, be it a sign from God or anything else. He wished for answers to the questions he was mulling over in his head, preferably ones that would clear his doubt and the rage that bubbled beneath the surface, that prickling feeling of being all on his own that he'd never felt before welling up and overtaking making his rage thinly veiled at best. It was most unpleasant and unfamiliar, though it felt a lot like the fear he'd felt when he realized his defeat had come and that the price of it was the separation of him and his lovers and followers as well as the death of his children that he loved and wished to protect and shelter, despite their pain. They were his children after all, what kind of a father would be be if he didn't shelter them? They were family, as much as anyone, Angel or God, was.

He didn't wish to dwell on it right now though, making his move throughout the city in search of.... Something. Anything.
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{ [CANON] Firo Prochainezo || Baccano! || no reserve || 1 of 1

[personal profile] death_defiant 2012-07-26 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Aya
Personal Journal: disposableninja@LJ
E-mail: disposable_ninja [at] hotmail [dot] com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM:Anryuu Nata / Plurk: trilobite_punch

CHARACTER
Name: Firo Prochainezo
Canon: Baccano!
Timeline: After the end of first book, The Rolling Bootlegs
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A

Personality:
     For a member of the Camorra, Firo's a surprisingly friendly sort. Considerably bold, he isn't afraid to confront people, nor is he worried about the impression he leaves since he's simply being himself. He's a representative of the Martillo Family, and coming from the city and age of mafias and power struggles, it's a fact that he flashes as readily as a police badge. If anyone knows anything of the Camorras, then they know well not to give the boy trouble, or they'll find out just how much trouble they've gotten themselves into. And for those stubborn and upset enough, they'll know which clan to direct their ire towards if they're made a fool of.

     It's not to say that Firo actively looks for trouble himself... but things happen, and as a young man having chosen a dangerous path in life, he's not about to let such details get in the way of him experiencing new things. This goes hand-in-hand with his tendancy to meddle, but he means well, really. Sometimes he just can't help himself; if something's going on and he just happens to be around, more often than not, Firo will go to investigate, or jump into something that didn't originally involve him. He's not afraid of the consequences. It isn't only due to his immortality. There's little one needs to fear when even death holds no claim on them. But even before gaining such a trait, Firo was never afraid to take risks, to live life on the edge. There was no hesitation in his decision to join the ranks of the Camorra, and he's never been one to back out on anything once setting his foot in.

     He has street smarts, but he also has something else- the knowledge of many an immortal before him. After absorbing the immortal known as Szilard Quates, Firo has gained not only the knowledge and experience of the old alchemist, but of all of Quates' victims before him. Among what has been passed on to Firo, likely the secret of creating the elixir of immortality as Quates had gained when he 'ate' Maiza's younger brother long ago after having found out that Maiza had passed along that knowledge to him. With this newfound knowledge, Firo also learned how he could break the control Quates had on Ennis to allow the Homunculus a chance to live life as any other person would, and although his feelings for her are rather obvious at times, he still has a tendency to be shy in expressing them to her.


First Person:
Okay, so...I got nothin'. Even if I was that drunk, none'a the guys woulda gone through this much trouble to pull a prank. [Firo hesitates. Then again, Isaac and Miria went to a lot of extremes over plenty of paltry things-] ...but they weren't at the Alveare...

[A frown pulls at his face as he strokes his chin. Idly, he begins to twirl the watch by its chain, sending the image blurring.]

An' then there's this... [He catches it in his palm again, looking down at the open face.]

Well, guess the first thing I should do is figure out where the hell I am, then see if I can telephone Mister Maiza. How hard can that be?


Third Person:
     It was ridiculous, perhaps even unbelievable- or a least it would have been if the boy hadn't already been thrown into enough unbelievable situations already. Finding out you were suddenly unable to die was pretty high up there on the scale of 'weird and unusual,' but this was starting to come in as a close second. It was a little worrying when even the old man's memories couldn't place anything of this sort under his vast two hundred-plus years of experience. Firo wasn't one to let that bother him too much. There wasn't any sense in worrying about something he didn't completely understand, right?

     "Well, how would Mister Maiza deal with somethin' like this..." he mused aloud, tilting his head in thought as he folded an arm across his chest. "...guess he'd try to figure out where he was, first off..." The young Camorrista glanced about. He'd been walking quite a ways from where he'd first found himself without really pausing to consider that maybe he should have paid more attention in the first place. Then again it probably wouldn't have made much difference; none of the things around him struck him as familiar, at least, nothing that was native to New York. "Okay, not workin'. Let's work backwards then. What was I doin' before I got here?" Frowning in thought, he stopped to lean against a wall. He'd been at the Alveare- nothing unusual about that. Maiza was there, and Ennis and Czeslaw. They'd had dinner, sat about and chatted, knocked back a few drinks. It had been a long day, and spending it in the company of close friends was always a great way to end it. "Oh yeah. I dozed off, I guess." He remembered feeling Ennis' hand resting on his shoulder.

     ...that still didn't explain his present circumstances, and the puzzled expression on his face mirrored his thoughts as he came to this conclusion. "I woke up here. Well that don't make any sense..." Sighing, he scratched the back of his neck. "Guess I'm better off finding out where the hell this is..." He shoved away from the wall, looking about again before he set off. When as lost as he already was, it didn't really matter which direction one went, did it?
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