3rd Hat Flip [Voice/Action] Backdated to right after the draftees return

[immamartillo]

[Voice]

[ There's a brief pause after Firo turns on the journal. It's more difficult than he thought to make the announcement; when he tried writing it out he found he could barely move the pencil. He decides to keep it brief and just manages to keep most of the emotion out of his voice. ]

Seto's dead. 

[Action]

[ Shortly after his journal post Firo steals off to take a walk. He's avoiding the center of the village for once, staying around the fringes instead. Finding it difficult to deal with this mixture of grief and anger, he'll occasionally pause to punch or kick some poor tree. ]

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[immamartillo]

[ He blinks and stares at her uncomprehending. With his thoughts elsewhere, he barely notices the stinging in his scraped knuckles. ]

Are my..? What're you talkin' about?

[ After another short moment of thought. ]

Who are you?

[keepsthelight.livejournal.com]

My name is Ouka. [She extends a hand to him, smiling.]

I could heal your hand, if you like. [Since she doesn't know that Firo is an immortal! And that he could probably heal himself...]

[immamartillo]

[ He reaches out to shake her hand, forgetting his intent to hide his immortality. The last remnants of any damage are still fading as he introduces himself. ]

I'm Firo Prochainezo.

Ah- that's okay. But thanks for the offer. Really.

[keepsthelight.livejournal.com]

It's nice to meet you. [She shakes it firmly, before blinking at his hands.] Oh...! Well, if you're sure... [Was that a trick of light?]

[immamartillo]

Nice to meet you too.

[ He retracts his hand and makes an ineffective attempt at a smile. ]

I'm sure. Trees ain't that tough.

[keepsthelight.livejournal.com]

I'm glad to hear that. It wouldn't do to get hurt in the cold like this.

[immamartillo]

[ He nods dumbly and tries not to think about Seto's wounds. ]

What're you doin' out here, anyway?