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Two [Action/ Accidental Voice]

[ Despite the rain, Firo wants to be outside and stretch his legs. Through the whole walk from the community building to the village plaza Firo managed to resist the urge to put his mask on. He plops down on the fountain, setting the journal next to him and toying with the mask. Maybe a distraction from the strange behavior of the moon would be nice, and for some reason he feels like the mask will help. It seems stupid, but there can't be any harm in it. And so he puts it on, only to find a few moments later that it won't come off.

As Firo struggles with his mask, the journal gets knocked off the fountain. It opens and begins recording the unhappy scene of its own accord.

Tugging at the mask, Firo feels his annoyance building up until finally...

BOOM.

A few moments later, Firo's back in one piece, startled but otherwise fine. He blinks and looks around, wondering if he imagined all that. Again he tries to remove the mask, cursing under his breath when it refuses to budge.

The cycle repeats: the magic of the blast mask followed by an even more angered and confused Firo reappearing. With a growl of frustration he tries to tear the mask off once more. ]

This is stupid!

[ And there he goes again. ]

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[No doubt Firo must be feeling pretty anxious right now. In addition to moon's emanating waves of unrest, something else is offsetting the mood in the air; something one would equate with the sense of killing intent and desire to spill blood. Your blood.

Jet lies in wait silent; patient. The Garo knows he need only wait for his target to make the inevitable move out of the rain into his abandoned alcove. He must test this mark's worth and courage, and he'll maintain his hidden location for as long as it takes for that to happen.]

[ Something's bugging Firo and it's not just the moon. Perhaps a walk in the rain isn't the best idea to help one relax, but he's pretty sure there's another force at work here... Something mysterious and foreboding, like that feeling when someone's watching you.

Spine prickling with unease, Firo feels in his jacket for his knife and looks over his shoulder. Over the years he's learned to sort of sense trouble, and he's pretty sure he can sense it right now. ]

[And Firo would be right. No sooner than he removes his knife, Jet makes his move- he whips past the other teen from behind and withdraws his curved blade aiming not to slice but instead to snag the other to drag him further into the alcove where they can fight proper. Success or not, he waits for Firo's reaction. His voice taking on as ethereal of quality as the shroud he appears to be dressed in.]

"Luceti is a dangerous place. Allow me to test your mettle, mortal."

[ Firo tries to twist around and dislodge the weapon- which he assumes is going for a strike. He's just not quick enough and winds up tugged into the alcove before he can wrench himself away and get a good look at Jet.

Jet's attire reminds him of a costume Isaac and Miria would wear, that, combined with the fact he hasn't injured Firo yet leaves Firo just as confused as he is wary. As such, he's not as eloquent as the one confronting him. ]

...What?

[The Garo offers no explanation. Jet himself is hardly aware of the translucent wisdom he is spewing; if Firo does not understand, he is simple not worthy of this fight.

The shrouded figure takes a few steps back, withdrawing both hookswords to peek out beneath his ragged sleeves. He points the beveled end of one curved sword in Firo's direction in challenge. Prepare yourself, Firo, if you don't fight he won't purposely miss this next swipe.

Jet gives charge; aiming a diagonal slash this time straight for Firo's left shoulder]

H-hey!

[ Today just keeps getting worse for Firo. He growls as he whips his knife toward the hooksword to block the strike. The two strange weapons make him wary of getting too far into range, so he tries to fling the blocked hooksword away before attempting to hit Jet in the stomach with a side kick. Whether or not it hits, he'll follow it up by slipping out of range. ]

[Firo's punch to the stomach connects- and just in time too- for the freedom fighter had been aiming his second blade for Firo's neck while the other had been occupied. Jet grunts and allows the blow to push him back, running a blade into the ground to keep his balance. Jet artfully spins the sword with his wrist, and keeps his stance half lurched forward.]

[He cocks his head in judgemental silence. Your move this time, opponent- but don't even think about running.]

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What the hell do you want?

[ He's not about to run; he can't back away from a fight and he has the feeling this guy could just chase him down anyway. When he sees Jet is not about to attack yet, he moves in for a strike.

Firo leads with his knife feinting with a quick and shallow jab- not meant to hit- at the side of Jet's face and then rapidly drawing it back to try and catch Jet's hand with the hilt of his knife. ]

[Too bad- being the one not initiating the attack gave Jet all the advantage he needed to see through Firo's feint. Jet steps the avoid his hand falling into the knife's path, but the slight second he turns his head does cause a different form a damage- Firo's knife nicks at the mask, splintering a small fragment of wood off the base of the cheek.]

[The assailant makes to grab Firo's clothing, the orientation of his hookswords already reversed to reveal their dagger edged hilts intent to stab.

The small shard of wood falling causes the Garo to pause uncertainly.]

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[Blackbeard just happens to be wandering... er, dancing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8PYS9Yzrsro) by when Firo yells in frustration. He had tried on Kamaro's mask out of curiosity, but now he can't get the damn thing off and he's compelled to dance constantly.]

Ya think that's stupid? At least ya ain't stuck with this! [He'd prefer to not go outdoors all that much when he's stuck like this, but he needs a lot more pie than usual. All of this dancing is making him lose weight, and he can't allow that to happen.]

[ Firo manages to pry himself away from his self-pity long enough to take in Blackbeard's lovely performance. At least it distracts him enough that his anger dies down and he's prevented from exploding again. ]

You mean you can't stop.... movin' like that?

[ He wouldn't exactly call it dancing. ]

Nope! Can't get the damn thing off either! I'm this close ta lightin' the whole goddamn mask on fire just ta see if that'd do the trick! [Admittedly, he's been lit on fire plenty of times before and survived.]

I don't think it's worth it if it burns your face off too...

[ He takes a step closer to Blackbeard and holds his hand out. ]

I can try pryin' it off for you, if you want.

Yeah, guess I'll just call that my last resort!

Huh? ...Zehahahahahahahaha! Go ahead, kid, but if I can't yank the damn thing off, there's no way in hell that you can!

Don't call me kid.

[ Careful, Firo... He manages to keep from exploding this time, but he realizes he'll have to keep his emotions in check if he wants to stay in one piece. Exhaling deeply he tilts his head questioningly to one side. Granted this guy definitely looks stronger than Firo does, but Firo takes doubt in his strength as an insult. ]

And what makes you so sure of that?

Why not? Hell, I gotta be old enough ta be yer father! Why shouldn't I call ya a kid if ya are one? [Really, Blackbeard's not going to make the whole "keeping his emotions in check" thing easier.]

Well, fer starters, look at ya! Yer a scrawny midget! [Then again, just about everybody here is short compared to Blackbeard - he's about eleven feet tall.]

[ It's being called scrawny that sends him over the edge. Firo tries keeping his face impassive, like he does when dealing with unruly patrons at his casino, but inside he's beginning to boil with anger. And unfortunately for him, the inside is what counts to the blast mask. ]

Don't call me-

[ And if Blackbeard doesn't move quickly he may get hit by the blast as the mask reacts to Firo's emotions once again. ]

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Whoa! Geez, are you okay?

[ Shaking his head as if to clear away his confusion, Firo turns to where he heard the voice. ]

Not exactly.

[Wrong question. He purses his lips a moment before asking something else.] ...I mean, are ya hurt?

[ He blinks a few times and shakes his head ]

Surprisingly, no. At least it doesn't feel that way.

Wow... it jus' totally sounded like a hardcore explosion. ...Glad you's in one piece.

I'm pretty sure it was. This stupid mask just keeps doin' that-!

[ He realizes that he's getting dangerously worked up and takes a deep breath to calm down. ]

I thought this mask stuff was kind a' cool until I started actin' like a real jerk... [He heaves a sigh, not willing to volunteer information.] I know it ain't easy, but try t'relax. Maybe it'll come off by itself or somethin'?