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[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's been wandering the plane since he woke up after the fight with Ryotarou, trying to find a place where people aren't? Okay, more like staggering, but you get the point.

In any case, after several attempted refuges--each abandoned in turn after someone appeared at a distance--Firo has settled on the old theater. He's sitting with his back to the stage under the projector, his feet against the first row of chairs. Healthy he is not. He's shivering non-stop now, his skin unnaturally hot to the touch, his eyes completely unfocused. There's still a massive slash in his clothing where Ryotarou's sword-thing cut him.]

I can't... I won't... not goin' back... don't want to hurt....

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[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[He throws an arm around Dino's shoulders.] Luck Gandor? Always on time, never misses a deadline! Glad you came. There's this pip and her man, brought this funny drink with 'em. Almost ended up getting shot during the salute!

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Is confused by most of this and is wondering if this was really a good idea] Uh, a funny drink?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Yeah, s'not bad or anything, just never had anything like it before.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

Really? What did it taste like? [Honestly curious]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Bit sweet, actually. Gives a funny sort of tingle when you drink it, not just in your gut, either! Goes all the way to your toes, makes your scalp prickle. S' funny.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

Sounds kind of interesting, maybe I should try some. [He's still wary but the conversation seems harmless]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

'course! Saved you all some. [Annnd looking over Dino's shoulder and seeing... no one. Confusion, hai!]

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

Something wrong?