Firo Prochainezo

[Voice]

[After having a close friend return home a few weeks ago, Firo's been largely keeping to himself. He was aware of the danger of losing friends in Luceti, but it always seemed abstract and alien until it actually happened.

It's boredom that finally prompts him to address the network. That and the concern that if he doesn't keep using his skills he'll be near useless when he gets back home. Why not kill two birds with one stone?]

Does anybody here wanna play cards? Any kinda game is fine, or even if you just wanna learn. Most of 'em aren't that hard to pick up and I don't mind teachin' anyone.

[His tone suddenly becomes less light and takes a turn for the grouchier.]

But if you're gonna cheat, save it. I'll know.

[He wasn't put in charge of a Family casino for nothing.]

[Action]

[Soon after he makes his message, Firo will be rummaging through the item shop for a few packs of cards, carefully going through each one he finds to make sure they're complete. Then he'll linger a little while by the art supplies to pick up some markers.

...No, he is not going to be using them to mark the cards.]

[Voice]

[ When he speaks to the journal, Firo's voice is hurried and aggravated. This mess is all his fault, and even he's not dense enough to avoid realizing that. ]

Hey, has anybody seen a kid around here? He's about 12 or 13; messy brown hair, kinda short. He wears this blue.... dres-, uh, coat thing. If you see him, tell him to stay right where he is and I'll come find him.

[ There's another grumble of frustration, and he lowers his voice. ]

And if anybody touches him I'll make you pay, ya hear me?

[ Given his worried state (and Firo's general lack of intimidation skill) it doesn't sound as threatening as he would have wanted it to. ]

[Action]

[ Firo has to admit that losing Seto once again pretty much takes the cake in failures he's had. This has to be the fourth or fifth time the kid has managed to slip out on Firo. Kind of sad for someone whose job used to rely on being observational.

He leaves Community Building 3 and runs toward the village, angrily berating himself under his breath. It's gotten into his head that something terrible could happen to Seto, and it'll be all his fault. Whether or not Seto gets hurt, Firo's not doing his job as brother too well. 

Perhaps he's run straight into you, as Firo tends to do. Or maybe you just want to know what's up with the weirdo running through town. ]

[Voice]

[ It's been over a week since Firo arrived in Luceti. Most of that time was spent in a frantic search for some way out; he refuses to believe he's truly trapped. Even if people were right when they said time froze back home, the fear that they were wrong and simple homesickness were driving him crazy. 

But days of frantic searching and exploration have taken their toll. His voice when it comes over the journal is tired and tainted by annoyance. ]

So, what exactly can anybody tell me about this 'barrier' out there? Has anybody tried breakin' through somehow? 

[ There's a pause and the sound of his fingers drumming on a tabletop ]

Oh- and since I just got here I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Firo Prochainezo. Nothin' personal, but I'm not exactly pleased to be meetin' any of you. 

[ After fumbling about for a few moments he manages to turn the thing off. ]

[Action]

[ After his journal post, Firo will be wandering through the village, trying to get acquainted with his surroundings. Most of his time in Luceti has been spent out in the woods, so most things in the village seem new. He roams around, staring at everything through a baffled haze. While he's exploring the whole bazaar area, his attention will be repeatedly snagged by the weapons shop and a strangely familiar knife.

All the running around for the past few days has him looking a little worse for the wear; his clothes and hair are a bit untidy, though he looks a lot better than he had for the past few days. He's not yet comfortable with the wings and has tried to keep them hidden from view under his shirt. ]