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6th Hat Flip [Accidental Video/Action]

[Somewhere in Luceti, Firo's draped over a tree branch, asleep and freshly returned from his mallynapping. He looks a little worse for the wear, but he's out of the woods (figuratively) now, isn't he?

Unfortunately, gravity's not going to give him a break today, and as soon as he shifts in his sleep Firo goes tumbling to the ground. How's that for a wake up call?

It's not far of a fall, but Firo's incredibly ungraceful landing doesn't do him any favors. There's a crunching sound as he hits the ground, twisted around so that he lands on his left hand.]

Ah-! Ow-! Shit!

[Firo stays lying like that for a moment: both in the process of waking up and cursing everything from the malnosso to the tree- whatever he can blame for this situation. Then, with some reluctance, he rolls onto his side and stares at his hand with a mixture of pain and consternation. Unlike what he's become used to over the past few years, it stays stubbornly broken. His eyes widen. This is not how it's supposed to work...]

What? Why isn't it-?

[He tries to flex his fingers and winces; it's then that he catches a glimpse of his journal lying open nearby. Great. Of course it had to show off one of his less dignified moments.]

Damnit... Are you kiddin' me?

[Sighing and gritting his teeth against the pain, he pulls himself into a sitting position. Arms crossed over his chest, he takes a deep breath and tries to recover some aplomb.]

So... Guess I'm back. Screw this place.

[ooc: Firo's back from being mallynapped and is now going to be without his immortality for a while. After a few weeks it'll return to its normal Luceti dampened state.]

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Don' thank me 'til y'see me, okay?

[With that, he'll stuff the ice pack into a bag, head back to toss his journal onto his bed a little too carelessly, gather a few medical items last minute, and hurry off. It's a bit of an obstacle course, navigating the woods which are littered with fallen branches, but hell if he'll let them stop him whenever he happens to stumble. Hopefully it's not too long before he catches up with Firo, his legs a little scraped up.]

Hey... [Panting lightly. Phew.] Brought you an ice pack - still cold. Didn't know if y'needed bandaids but I got 'em anyway.

[Firo's killing time by pacing in a circle when he hears Mac nearby. Smile on his face- both from seeing and a friend and from the promise of help- he trots over.]

Thanks. You're a real pal, you know that?

[He tilts his head to one side, noticing the marks of Mac's dash through the woods.]

Looks like you might need 'em for yourself. You alright?

[The concern, while appreciated, is casually dismissed. He has sustained far worse in the way of injuries in the ring, and for the most part, he scarcely felt these scrapes.] Jus' a couple scratches, ain't no big deal.

[He takes a moment to look the guy over, knitting his brows.]

Oh yeah... [His lips press into a line.] Hand's swellin' up a lil' already.

Alright, then.

[What would Firo do without friends willing to charge through a mess of fallen tree bits to give him a hand? He contemplates thanking Mac again, but is distracted by Mac's next observation.]

Damn it, really? This sucks!

[A sigh.]

Wonder if we'll still be able to spar sometime soon...

Iunno... [He'd have liked to be more reassuring, but lacking the expertise of a doctor and reluctant to ask Firo to wiggle his fingers for fear of it hurting him unnecessarily, it's impossible to discern how bad the situation is. As a boxer, he has bloodied his knuckles and bruised his hands, and Doc would always have 'im ice them. That'd help, at least a little.]

Think y'should get somebody at the clinic t'take a look.

[Yeah, he won't be touching that hand even gently - not a good idea. Rustling though his bag, Mac draws out the icepack which he has wrapped up in a thin towel.]

Here. How's the rest a' you?

Edited 2012-07-06 08:50 (UTC)

Sounds like a good idea. Guess I shoulda' done that in the first place.

[He eagerly takes the ice pack, putting it on his hand perhaps a little too quickly. He grits his teeth, then relaxes as he exhales.]

Thanks. And aside from how-

[Wait, did he mention the whole immortality thing to Mac? Maybe it'd be best to keep quiet about that for now; he trusts Mac, but the guy might think Firo's crazy if he insists he is (or was) immortal and can't prove it.]

...Rest a' me's fine.

Huh...? [Firo correcting himself has Mac wondering what he's missing. You'll have to excuse him if he's not entirely convinced all is hunky-dory; he holds the guy's gaze steadily, searching his eyes. FRIENDLY PERSUASION, is all.]

...Y'sure? [He hates to doubt his friend, but he'd kick himself if he'd carelessly overlooked something of grave importance.]

Um, well...

[Firo looks off to the side.

Geez, Mac can be scary sometimes. Or maybe Firo's just bad at lying to his friends.]

...It's kind of a long story. Anyway, I'll be fine.

[~~It's all Firo's fault. :I~~ Mac relents with some reluctance, biting back, 'well, if you say so'.]

Want me t'walk with ya to the clinic? [Perhaps the guy doesn't need it, but he'll put the offer out there regardless.] Ain't no trouble.

[~~Honestly, when isn't it?~~ Firo shakes his head, smirking slightly.]

Geez, it's not like I'm gonna collapse on the way there.

[His smile softens. He missed you, buddy.]

But I wouldn't say no to company if ya don't have any extra-special boxer stuff to attend to.

[He huffs a laugh.] Nothin' so special that I can't see how my pal's holdin' up. [And as he reflects upon the events of the past few weeks, his smile begins to fade at the corners.]

Jus' glad y'doin' okay. [A pause. His eyes are as easy to read as ever, achingly sincere.] I mean... not countin' your hand.

[Firo nods.]

Yeah. Are you alright? It wasn't exactly what I expected, but things did get crazy here for a while.

[Mac doesn't look like he got clobbered by a falling tree branch, but you never know.]

Got real wet 'cause it was rainin' non-stop... but otherwise, I was one a' the lucky ones. [He nods dimly in thought.]

Glad to hear that. I can't believe so much stuff is still messed up.

[Then again, the Malnosso probably could have something even more destructive.]

I guess we're lucky it wasn't worse.

Yeah... [He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.] Just hopin' this peace an' quiet holds up for a lil' bit. Been to a couple parties these last few weeks - they's always good at takin' y'mind off all the Malnosso crap. Maybe I'll see ya at the next one?

Yeah? Whose?

[He shrugs.]

Haven't been to many, actually. Maybe I'll check one out sometime.

[After a beat, he adds:]

But I bet my Family's are better.

Oh yeah?

[Asked more out of curiosity than to challenge Firo's claim, however playfully. He'd love to know more of his buddy's way of life and those important to him - because, hell, friends and family are important. And sharing memories is a way to preserve them and to maintain a connection with those one hasn't contact with.]

Edited 2012-07-09 05:05 (UTC)

[There are few things Firo enjoys more than blabbing about his family.]

Oh yeah. I mean, Sena ain't always too pleased with what's goin' on, but once she's smacked some guys around a bit things are fine. And then Randy and Pezzo usually come up with somethin' neat to do. Usually with fire. It's sorta their thing.

[Blab away, my good man!]

Fire, huh?

[Sounds dangerous albeit pretty thrilling. He can't lie - he loves watching a good explosion in a film, but of course, in real life, people have to worry about things taking flame.]

...Like what? Stuff like fireworks?

[He chuckles.]

Oh no, no. We can't draw that much attention to ourselves. Stuff like lightin' gloves on fire.

[It sounds a lot less cool when he puts it like that.]

...It was really neat when it happened.

[Lighting gloves on fire. He doesn't really know what to think of that - it sounds painful, but that can't be right. This is why some demonstration is in order.]

Y'gonna have t'show me one a' these days, y'know.

What? No way I'm gonna do somethin' that crazy.

[He laughs.]

I think the trick is to use a leather glove so the oil or whatever doesn't soak through.

Huh. Know I ain't ever gonna try nothin' like that; if I mess up, I might get hurt real bad. An' me bein' a boxer an' all... I need m'hands t'be in good shape.

[He looks to them self-consciously, curling and flexing his fingers. The tendons in the back of his hand ripple tautly.

And that reminds him...]

How's the hand feelin' now? Any better?

True. Maybe I'll try it out for ya someday.

[Once he's back to his usual self.

He peers at his hand curiously- it doesn't hurt quite as much- and tries to imitate Mac's flexing.

He finishes about half the movement before he ducks away to hide his grimace of pain.]

Fine... I-it's fine.

['Dude, you're a terrible liar. :I No offense or nothin'.'

Rather than to immediately jump up with concern, he tries not to make a big deal out of it for Firo's sake.]

Best t'take it easy for a while, yeah? So y'hand heals up right.

Oh bb.

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