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[foundafamily]

 Here's where your character can contact Firo if need be. Please specify the game; the date (or general time); and whether the meeting is action, voice, video, text, etc. 

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[Action, Continuation from possession week of May 27th, Luceti]

[misterbrief]

((OoC: Original thread))

I'm afraid I can't do that. I don't see why I should let you deceive yourself! After all, I wouldn't want you to believe a lie now would I? Come back when you've bothered to put a little more meat on those bones kid. [He folds his own arms as well. But it's not to keep himself from punching anyone.]

[Action]

[foundafamily]

Kid-!?

[That's another insult in Firo's book, and one he hears far too often.

He lets his arms hang by his sides, fists clenched, and steps forward as if he's already thinking of taking another swing at Vegeta.]

Why don't you work on fixin' your attitude first?

voice ( ataraxion )

[kutte]

You got a minute to talk, Firo?

voice ( ataraxion )

[foundafamily]

Sure.

[He's got more time than he knows what to do with. He'd rather not spend it alone with his thoughts.]

What's up?

voice; (luceti) (and I hope that tagging you on here is okay)

[tomodachi]

[So sometime after this, Crow decides to take a moment to go seek out some of the few close friends he still has here other than Seto to talk to them alone for a minute or two. He...needs to sort some stuff out, figure out a game plan for what he and Seto are gonna do, and see what everyone else is thinking. He wants to make sure that his friends are gonna be okay at the end of all this.

...And even if he doesn't say it nearly as much as he should, Firo counts as one of those friends.

Once the journal has been recovered from wherever it ended up outside, Crow sends Firo a quick message.]

Hey, you're not doing anything right now are you? I need'ta talk to you about something.

voice; It is more than okay; it is perfect :D

[foundafamily]

[Firo saw the network post too. Going home... It's all he's wanted for a long time, but now that he's actually faced with the prospect of leaving his friends, he's not as happy as he thought he'd be. And what will Crow and Seto do? He can't let them go back to their world--they'd be alone!

The sick feeling in his stomach grows even stronger when he hears Crow's message for him. He can't imagine what the kid's feeling right now. And if he's actually approaching Firo, it must be bad.]

Nothin' important. I'm almost back at the house if you wanna talk there.

[He's not sure if speaking in person or through the journals would make this easier. It's Crow's choice.]

[ataraxion] [audio - un: longinface]

[tongueamok]

Mr. Prochainezo? This is your line, right?

[Not making the same mistake he made with Rey and assuming they're married, nope.]

[un: fedoratheexplorer]

[foundafamily]

[There's a voice he didn't expect to hear. And so polite, no less.

Firo feels a twinge of guilt, though he tells himself he doesn't know the reason why.]

Yeah, it is. What do you want?

[foundafamily]

What?

[He's so used to orders that he doesn't reject the request outright at first. At the same time, he's used to them coming from a very specific set of people, so he stares back at his phone in consternation.]

What's the matter with you?

[Your concern is appreciated, Shadow. ...Somewhere deep down.]

[video] (hadriel)

[circumitus]

[By Jove, it's a video chat for once!

[There's a reason for it, too. Because Rey seems to be sporting a green hat that ought to be uncannily familiar on her own head.

[As she is also pointing towards the fedora:]

Don't suppose this thing would be yours, would it?

[foundafamily]

Ah!

[Sorry, Rey, that's all the greeting you're going to be getting for now. Firo jumps in his seat; he'd know that hat anywhere. He hasn't seen it in months after it was stashed away with the rest of his possessions somewhere, and he hadn't been too hopeful about seeing it again.]

Where'd you get that? And why the hell're you wearin' it?!

[text] (hadriel)

[circumitus]

[A day or so after a crazy old man's extravaganza:]

hey.

should get the rifle before sato starts asking for it back.
it's here.

[foundafamily]

Nick told you about that?

[Their little encounter that is. Damn it, that's embarrassing.]

I'll be right there.

[text] [near the end of the tranquility event]

[infinite1up]

Hello, Firo. Are you there? :)

[foundafamily]

[Smiley and all, that's something of a scary text.]

Yeah. The hell happened to you? I would've thought those bastards would lock you up and throw away the key.

[infinite1up]

Hello Firo. If you're around, I think we should talk.

[foundafamily]

You--?

[Shit. It's him. This can't be good, can it?

Showing fear would just be weakness--so Firo lets his frustration take over.]

Oh, you wanna talk now, huh? What the hell do we have to talk about?

[voice] (hadriel)

[circumitus]

[Things are pretty awkward right now, what with their tiny not!son now a big not!son, and Rey having contended with Firo's dead ringer... Not that she holds it against him. She just thinks there are some things they should share words about.]

Hey... Firo? You home? Or, um. Have a moment to talk?

[foundafamily]

Yeah, sure.

[His voice is easy, upbeat. He's always got time for Rey.]

What's goin' on? Nothing happened, did it? I heard things got kinda crazy for some people.

[foundafamily]

[That's unexpected. With Shadow being sort of mysterious and reclusive, Firo has to worry about what's going on.]

Something happen? You ok?

28th

[synthedick]

[Knowing dragging Rey home by himself after this mess is more than he can reasonably handle, Nick gives Firo a call. What he also needs is someone to keep an eye on Rey until she wakes up -- he wants to see if he can catch up with the other girl, keep a watch on her until this whole thing blows over. Better that than letting her come back for round two while Rey is out like a light.

And while he and Firo might not always get along, he knows there's one thing they can agree on: Rey's safety. She's family.]

If you've got a minute, I need a hand with something.

[foundafamily]

[A call from Nick? Firo's first thought is that something horrible has happened to Rey, so it's almost a relief when he hears Nick simply saying that he needs help.

Of course Firo's going to be suspicious, but it's better than hearing that she got herself in trouble, right?

His response is slow and guarded.]

For what?

[A couple days before this month's intro log]

[infinite1up]

Hello, Firo. If you've got a few minutes, there's something I could use a hand with.

[foundafamily]

[Oh boy. Firo's voice is cautious when he responds.]

Is anybody gonna die? Including you or me.

[The latter isn't exactly a dealbreaker, given their capabilities, but he wants to know that up-front.]

[voice] (hadriel)

[circumitus]

[The noise that can be heard in the background over Rey's voice bellows for a moment, before her words become more clear:]

--iro? Firo? You there?

[Someone's got to make sure the Speakeasy's okay!]

[foundafamily]

Rey!

[The commotion is more distant where Firo is. He hasn't found any of his people to see if they're being threatened, so he hasn't bothered antagonizing the Null yet.]

Yeah. Where the hell are you?

[Audio]

[drabsolutelynot]

Hey, Firo. It's Rosen. I just, um, I just wanted to make sure you were alright. It's hard to keep track of people in all this mess.

[foundafamily]

Me? Oh, uh, I'm fine.

[The unexpected call startles him, though not in an unpleasant way. This is confirmation that Rosen's all right, and Firo can be grateful for it, even if being checked on is, of course, something a very capable gangster like him shouldn't be needing.

A second later, no longer caught off-guard, his tone shifts to having a businesslike purpose and focus.]

What about you? Where are you, anyway?

[Firo can take care of himself. Perhaps hypocritically, he still worries about the few people he's actually taken a liking to. Rosen gets to be included on that list.]

acata, beginning of the 3rd week of sickness, action

[fuck1ngusernam3]

[He knocks with three loud, solid knocks on the door - or maybe they're solid, he can't really tell, but he's kind of out of it anyway and they're loud, so as long as the guy's home and hears him that's what matters.]

Hey! You made me an offer I couldn't refuse, I'm here to collect it.

[He braces himself, which doesn't stop him swaying but cuts it down a lot so, again, good enough. Standing there gives him a quiet second for some self awareness to filter in; he notices the lank, wet look of the hair hanging in front of his eyes, notices the smell of him. It's that really special smell, too, that you only really get when you've been too sick for too long in the only real clothes you own and, the whole, entire time, just fuckin forget to take them off.

And that's just what he notices. Not that he'd care about the sweat stains on his clothes or the pallor of his skin, or the dark rings under his eyes, if he knew about them. He's not interested in knowing. He's just standing there panting - not because he has to, anymore, but because he can, as hacking the last of the shit in his lungs into the sink was the only thing he did between waking up aware of himself again and coming here - and thinking about killing the fun new memories he's made over this past however long it's been. The only thing standing between him and the ability to drink himself into a coma is the guy who actually made the alcohol.]

[foundafamily]

[Firo tries to rasp out a rebuke to Hank to pipe down, but the words catch in his rusty throat.

He fiddles clumsily with the doorknob, the simple movement complicated by the numbness in his fingers. Probably a result of lying around so long, which is, frankly, embarrassing. When he flings the doorway open, he looks Hank over and announces:]

You look like shit. How'd you get drunk already?

[Get it? Because Hank looks unsteady and also everything sucks.

Firo can't really talk himself. Despite trying to get outside every so often and to freshen himself up, he's spent a good amount of this fever marinating in his own sweat. Even after changing clothes, he still thinks he can smell it lingering.

Or maybe that's just Hank.

He stands back to let his visitor into his room. It's much tidier than Firo himself, with the bed made--the depression in the middle and the slightly rumpled blankets the only indicator that Firo was just lying on top of it--and everything else tucked neatly away in the chest.

The container with the alcohol is next to an open window; there are a couple glasses set right beside it.]

( during the two week seperation! ) / ( ooc; also... i'm sorry. )

[sunborne]

Firo? Firo?

Are you there, Firo? Hello?

[sunborne]

Firoooooooooooooo.

Text

[lonered]

...network sort of work--g.
Ar- --u okay?

[foundafamily]

[Firo's mashing buttons repeatedly in excitement and relief, so the following comes through 3 times (after him trying to send it about 10 times) in the space of a couple minutes.]

yes you? ?

Whe?e -re you?

( /waggles hands at timeline who needs it? not us cool kids. )

[sunborne]

Fir-?

F-ro?

I ne-d help i- --mething.

Chat s--n? -lease?

Haha, we don't!

[foundafamily]

[He's not immediately concerned, no way, nope.]

Y-s

what-s wrong??

the day after they get back from Akvos, ish? | action

[fuck1ngusernam3]

[Walking up to this room right now feels a little like a walk of shame in reverse, what with Hank here in clothes he hasn't washed, having done something they're both going to feel awkward about - or maybe just him, maybe that feeling's cause maybe-not being on friendly terms with Firo's making Hank realize how much he needs to be on friendly terms with him, and not because he just loves the magic of friendship, or whatever.

It's... it's not really comfortable, being confronted with that particular fact. But comfortable's not really an option right now. Hank's going to do what he has to, and then stop thinking for about as long as he can afford to about his oh so mysterious willingness to kiss this guy's ass.

For a couple seconds he just stands there, frowning at the door. He's going to be frowning if Firo opens it, too; he's not so far gone that he's going to try to look like this is just a friendly visit. Unless he needs to, anyway.

The less thinking Hank does about that the more painless this whole thing's going to be. He knocks on the door.]

[foundafamily]

[Firo doesn't expect anyone to come knocking on his door. Most of his friends here aren't anymore--they're wherever the hell people go when they vanish. Home? He'd like to think so, if it could be that easy.

Mostly, he doesn't think about it, not until he has to take stock of the paltry amount of people who might come looking for him.]

Hold on.

[He swings open the door and--Hank?

The look on his face isn't sour, exactly. Skeptical, for sure, with one eyebrow rising as he tilts his head.

It's cliche and not at all clever, but the first thing that pops out of his mouth is an incredulous:]

What do you want?

acata - post akvos (T. Stark)

[billionaires]

I heard you're the guy to call about hooch??

[foundafamily]

I am. Who said that? Are you a friend of Hank's?

[Does Hank have friends? Either way, he's Firo's only real "customer," so he has to assume.]

Can't promise anything pretty, but I have some if you're desperate.