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Firo Prochainezo rp blog. Multiverse, unless otherwise specified. Please read my rules and about pages. (They are on the bottom right side of the theme.)

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deathtotedium:

Graham began to protest as he was guided away from the shiny new object of his interest. But when met with the prospect of dismantling an old machine, antique perhaps, excited him enough to make him forget his loss. “Really?” He asked, his blue eyes lit up like a kid’s in a candy store. Unable to contain his bubbling excitement, Graham leaped at Firo, embracing him like an old friend - then just as quickly the mechanic let go and began inspecting the machine.

Firo froze as Graham suddenly hugged him. He wasn’t a fan of physical contact, definitely not when it came this quickly, so he grew very stiff, hands frozen. He was just about to find himself and push Graham away, when he did let him go, and immediately turned towards the older slot machine. Which, by the way, was faulty, so either Graham would fix it, or even if it gets worse, the family won’t lose much. “...please don’t do that again.”

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@straniul good to know that seeing Adrian on my dash still makes me scream I missed him so much aaaaah

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    “Hey, I won it fair and square.” Of course, that wasn’t full disclosure, but there was no way they could prove anything about him using spirit magic during the game. “Not my fault that dude was a sore loser.”

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“I know a cheater when I see one” Firo narrowed his eyes. “I might not be able to prove anything, but you know what? I can say that you are not welcome in the casino anymore, for stirring trouble. How does that sound?”

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deathtotedium:

“I mean I’ll put it back together! It’s just so tantalizing all the lights and sounds it’s like it’s calling my name! Come on, it says, take me apart-apart-apart! Ugh, now I’m getting ahead of myself. What I’m trying to say is, please please please? Who knows I might even find some money stuck in there that ya didn’t even know about!”

“I’m pretty certain it says precisely none of those things. We just got that one, I’m not going to let you take that apart!” Firo sighed, putting a hand on Graham’s shoulder, turning him away from a new machine. “There is an older one though. You can take that one apart if you really want to.”

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little-gandor-prince:

Scout appears as if he is thinking for a second, and then shrugs. “Eh. I guess.”

Then he looks up at Firo starry-eyed again. “When are you and Miss Ennis gonna have a baby?”

Firo spluttered over hearing the question, and he felt his cheek redden. “Nooo nononono. Me and Ennis are... not... not gonna have a baby. We aren’t even married! And I don’t think she likes me that way either way.” Firo was trying - and failing - to get his blush under control.

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“For the last time: no, you can’t take the slot machine apart.”

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little-gandor-prince:

“Yeah, but, Aunt Miria is a lady, so she doesn’t count,” Scout says firmly, nodding his head affirmatively. “That’s what Dad says.”

“Well, your little sister will end up being a lady too one day.” Firo couldn’t help but chuckled and petted Scout’s head again. “Think ‘bout that.”

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genoard-coyote-prince:

“Not about gettin’ rid of you for good, kid,” Dallas spits, narrowing his cobalt blue eyes. It’s about the power, the thrill of the kill, goes unspoken. There’s no need for him to say anything.

Strangely, he perks at the idea of being taught how to fight, but he recoils slightly. “Yeah? An’ what’ll you get out of teachin’ me? Another person who knows how to kick your ass.”

“You’re weird” That’s all Firo really has to say to that. He never quite understood Berga and Felix either, why they liked to brawl so much. Especially because it often meant Firo himself get swept up there, and especially back then, he way waaaay out of their league to keep up with them. Not like he held any hopes about being able to keep up with them now.

“Another? That’s sayin’ like I have a lot of those” Firo shrugged. “I mean I don’t think I’m the strongest or anythin’, I don’t have the strength or skill that Felix does, or the raw power of Berga, or stuff like that. But I know the difference between a fight I can win and a fight I cannot. And I could say I’m getting bored with running the same rounds with you. Running into you, you wanting to fight me, I am winning. I mean I wouldn’t like to lose or anythin’, but it can get kind of tedious.”

Which was part of the reason. The other part was that Firo didn’t get Dallas. For the longest time it was easy to dismiss the man as trash, but time passed, and he didn’t seem to calm down, and Firo’s curiosity started to get the better of him.

“...and don’t call me a kid.” His expression darkened. “I coulda killed you a minute ago, don’tcha forget it. And even if I have no interest in killing you, I can definitely win if we would restart the fight.”

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little-gandor-prince:

Scout giggles as he gets his hair ruffled, reaching up and grabbing Firo’s hand with his own.

“Good! Mama says I’ll be gettin’ a new little sister soon!” He wrinkles his nose. “But girls are icky.”

“Really? I never noticed girls are icky. Don’t you like to listen to Aunt Miria? Aunt Miria is a girl too, you know.” Firo asked with a small smile on his face.

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genoard-coyote-prince:

Dallas is still growling like an angry cat while Firo speaks, but his words are obviously hitting a nerve. Yes, he remembers that. But he also remembers that time he gunned down Firo and the Gandors, but that’s something he’s going to tuck away into the back of his memory for his own satisfaction.

“Well, you’re wastin’ your time,” Dallas snorts. “’s’not like you’re gonna teach me anythin’.”

“It wasn’t me who attacked you. What were you even trying to accomplish? Not like you could kill me for good...” Firo shook his head, clearly not understanding. “I could, you know. I didn’t sprout from the ground knowing how to fight. No one did. But I doubt you would listen to me, so would I bother if you wouldn’t?”

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“Firo!”

Scout flings his hands excitedly into the air and gives a beaming smile.

“I’ve missed you!”

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Firo couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

“Heya, Scout. I missed ya too” He said, messing Scout’s hair up with one hand. “How are ya doing?”

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genoard-coyote-prince:

“No, you just got lucky,” Dallas spits, finally picking himself up from the ground once some of the shock has faded from his limbs. “Don’t think you won ‘cause of skill or anything.”

Right. This must just be one of Dallas’s off days. He’d usually never lose this badly, right? Right.

“So I suppose that time when I kicked yours and three of your buddies’ to the ground was luck too?” Firo shook his head with a sigh again. “No, I learnt how to fight. ‘Cause that’s how one survives on the street. Not just rushin’ mindlessly forward. That’s what you had been doin’ for the past years, no wonder you keep losin’.”

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genoard-coyote-prince:

Dallas is momentarily stunned for a moment again when Firo doesn’t kill him, and instead pushes him to the ground. Dallas thinks about reaching out and grabbing Firo’s ankles, but decides against it, surprisingly.

Instead, he just hisses and says “You think you can talk down to me like that? Fuck you. You’re just a fucking kid. What do you know?”

“Well, you are physically on the ground, and I am standing, so I can’t exactly talk up at ya now can I?” Firo chuckled, shaking his head. “Sorry. That was a bad pun. But dunno, what do you think what do I know?” Part of Firo really wants to stomp on Dallas’ fingers for calling him a kid, but what would be the point? Dallas was already down. “I’m the one standin’, so I guess at least I know more ‘bout fighting then you do.”

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chokingonrosewater:

Sometimes, Raphael questioned if Firo was maybe just making some of the stuff up… but some of it was too difficult to make up, and he didn’t know Firo as someone who would make up stories for fun. No, those were different immortals. “You used a mechanical shark to board a ship? That sounds very… pirate-like.” Raphael raised an eyebrow. “Hectic isn’t the word I’d use to describe it. Irrational, maybe.”

Firo also would have had some trouble believing some of the things Raphael had said - the warlocks and magic and demons, and angelic warriors. Then again there was some knowledge, tucked inside the back of Firo’s mind, Szilard’s centuries worth of experience that whispered it to be true to him. It was... certainly something to find out. But that was a long time ago. “Uhhhh actually it was more like a... rescue mission. Of sorts. We just had to improvise and use the element of surprise. And it made sense in context!”

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genoard-coyote-prince:

Dallas clenches his jaw and parts his lips in a snarl, like a pinned coyote. His arm aches as Firo twists it behind his back, but nothing hurts more than the knowledge that he’s been defeated.

And now he’s vulnerable, which is the one thing Dallas hates more than anything else in the world. His stomach turns as he suddenly remembers Scott, and he snarls out,

“Fuck you. If you think I’m gonna say that you’re dead wrong.”

Firo sighed. “Somehow, I figured ya would saythat.” He shook his head, as if he had been disappointed, before pushing Dallas away, down to the ground. He had no intention of killing Dallas, after all. He wasn’t really a threat. 

“I mean if you are that intent to keep on fightin’ everyone, you should at least use your head. And I don’t mean like. Headbuttin’ people. I mean it like you should think. Then maybe ya wouldn’t lose all the time. Just sayin’.”

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genoard-coyote-prince:

He’s confused for a fraction of a second when his fist doesn’t connect with skin and bone, but only for a second, because after that passes Dallas is trying to keep himself from crashing into the adjacent alley wall.

He fails, spectacularly, crashing into the wall and slamming his face against it, wincing as he hears a sharp crack. Blood cascades from his nose, but only for a moment before it starts to recede oddly upwards.

Dallas shakes his head anyway, clearing it from the sound of the crash ringing in his ears. “You’re gonna fucking pay for that,” he snarls, turning around and lunging at Firo again. His movements are desperate, angry, and fueled only by his rage.

Firo sighed when Dallas turned back around and snarled again. “Seriously, aren’t you bored of this yet, because I kind of am.”

Alright, then. If Dallas won’t stop, try to take some drastic steps.

Dallas’ movements are erratic, and that makes him too predictable, as he isn’t thinking. So Firo could easily duck his fist again, grabbing Dallas’ right wrist with his left hand, twisting it behind Dallas’ back painfully, and then...

And then he put his right hand on Dallas’ head.

“You know what this means, don’t you?” He said, in a somewhat mocking tone. “It means I win.”

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chokingonrosewater:

It may have been difficult to avoid other immortals, especially when Raphael was the clan leader, but he remembered Firo from before even if they rarely talked about it. It was comforting to have someone constant, even if they were far from being best friends. When was the last time they met, anyway? “I figured. And torture cults have the tendency to be creepy. Not that I have met many of them.” He had to admit he was amused. How did Firo always end up in such strange situations? “The child actors? I remember them existing. I’m not sure I could name any of their movies, though.”

Firo did remember the kids, Raphael and his brothers. That was a long time ago, and most of them did grow old. Most of them. And yeah, it’s been a while since he met Raphael though, but every time he had something outlandish story to tell him. And they barely even scratched the surface. Firo’s life was weird. “Ah well, either way. They were there on a publicity event for their newest movie. There was a big mechanical shark. That we used to crash into another ship and get on it.” Firo shook his head. “As I said, it was hectic.”