[Puzzle 011]

[hisapprentice]

[It's early in the morning, and there's a commotion. The village knows about this commotion because things are scattered in the scuffle, including Luke's journal. It thunks onto the floor of the apartment, open and 'on' enough to record...well.

The sounds of a scuffle.

Bangs and clangs and the occasional mechanical whirr or someone shouting (classic noir American accent or subtle/overt British one, take your pick!) and the end result is a nice, spread-out flurry of chaos.

In which one of the people living in the apartment is no longer there.

After a while, there are footsteps; it's Luke trudging over to pick up his journal and gingerly talk into it.]

Um. They came and...took Czes- Benjamin. [Not without a fight!] Maiza and Professor Layton and I tried to stop them, but it- it didn't work. Sorry. [...] Maybe he won't be gone for long.

[[ooc: Those replying may get an answer from Luke, Maiza, or Layton! Depends on who's got the journal at the moment, and who's off trying to clean up the mess in a dejected manner.]]

Comments

seto too? wow flynn lets her kids get kidnapped a lot how cruel

[contaeoro]

[You won't blame him if he doesn't answer your first question, would you Firo?]

I could use some help righting furnitures. I didn't want to make the Professor hurt himself more.

Yep! It is very sad :(

[immamartillo]

Alright. Just tell me where it all goes.

[He holds out his hand, offering to take the chair that Maiza was ready to brandish at the would-be intruder.]

[contaeoro]

[He hesitates a moment; it's nothing he can't handle and he considers declining Firo's offered help, but he accepts it soon and holds the chair out to him with a thanks.]

[immamartillo]

[Firo smiles and takes the chair over to where he thinks he can recall it belonging.]

Is the whole place messed up like this?

[contaeoro]

It used to be. We got most of the mess cleared up, though.

[immamartillo]

[He nods and looks around for something else to straighten up.]

They didn't break anything important, did they?

[contaeoro]

I doubt it. Nothing we can't replace, at least. [If Luke and Layton's mugs are safe, it should be all okay for now. Those two might go into withdrawal without their tea.........]

As long as there's a decent place to eat and sleep, we can rebuild it.

[immamartillo]

Good.

The place looks pretty good considerin'... But if any a' you do need a place there's space where I am.

[contaeoro]

Come on now Firo, you shouldn't offer something like that without talking to your flatmates first...

[immamartillo]

Huh? Oh... Maybe you're right. But I'm sure they wouldn't mind--you could have my room.

[He's gotten too used to just being able to inviting whoever back to his place back home.]

[contaeoro]

I appreciate it, but if I'm going somewhere I've gotta make sure the professor and Luke have a place, too. You don't plan on fitting all of us in your room now do you?

[immamartillo]

...Luke's pretty small.

[He shrugs and shakes his head. It might fit them all, but it wouldn't fit them all comfortably.]

Never mind. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea.

[contaeoro]

Don't let him hear you saying that. He's doing his best around all of us older folk. [Including their perpetually prepubescent immortal friend who is currently missing. Sigh.]

I appreciate the thought anyway.

[immamartillo]

I won't, I won't.

...He's a bit of a touchy kid, isn't he?

[Yeah, like you weren't, Firo. And still are.

He nods.]

Thanks.

[contaeoro]

In my experience, most kids his age are like that. You were like that much more recently than me, so you understand dontcha?

[immamartillo]

I guess so... Was I that bad?

[contaeoro]

... Was?

[Don't you mean "am," Firo? Come on man. The Martillos warn people about mentioning your face..]

[immamartillo]

...What do you mean?

[Firo has a darn good idea of what he means, especially since he's already turning a bit red. He can't be angry at Maiza, but he is a bit offended and hurt.]

[contaeoro]

[He doesn't answer that. Instead, he holds up his hands. It was supposed to be friendly, but he's reminding himself that he shouldn't tease Firo so much.]

Sorry, that was mean.

[immamartillo]

[He shakes his head as quickly as he can.]

No, no, it's okay.

[He's about to just let it drop and return to his typical state of blissful self-ignorance, but since someone else brought it up just a little while ago, he has to wonder if maybe he is a bit childish. Just a bit, though. Maiza's the only person in Luceti he trusts to ask this.]

Do you... Do you really think I am sometimes?

[contaeoro]

... It's not a bad thing, Firo. Understand this over anything else. Nobody wants to be treated like a child, and you're the Family's youngest capo among a bunch of old guys that love to jest. [And a bratty freeloader nowadays, but he's pretty old too.]

If you ask me you're capable and I want to treat you as an equal [except for moments of teasing. remember: old guys that love to jest] and nobody's gonna hold it against you, or Luke, to not like being treated like a kid. It comes with our cultures, I'll say.

[immamartillo]

[He blinks, suddenly watching Maiza intently after that first sentence. The answer does surprise him and he's not really sure what exactly culutre has to do with it, but knowing that Maiza understands is reassuring. It suddenly occurs to Firo to wonder if Maiza went through the same treatment; he was young once, it's just hard to actually imagine it.]

...Thanks, Maiza.

[He straightens up and clears his throat.]

But still-! I'm gonna try to not let it bother me anymore.

[...Yeah, that'll last about five minutes.]

[contaeoro]

[He smiles and thumps Firo's shoulder encouragingly.]

That's the spirit. Now, you ready?

[immamartillo]

[Firo laughs and nods.]

Of course I'm ready! Just tell me what to do and I'll get it done.

[contaeoro]

All right. Well, we got most of it fixed up so it's just lifting the larger furnitures, like those chairs over there.