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[The feed shows a boy of maybe six or seven, sitting in the gardens with a sheet of paper lying before him - the list of things that he wants to address. He's wearing the ship's uniform and his long hair is braided in a complicated pattern and adorned with little red, white and blue pearls.]
If there is someone who always comes when we call them, and they don't come here, is there a way to make them come? Where I was before, you could do a task and get a reward, there should be something like that here as well, yes? Even though there are no regents, but we are still pulled to this ship, so it has to be similar.
[He tried to call the General because one of the other residents of the ship, Glacius, would have liked to meet him and he didn't come, and as much as he doesn't like the cold, not having General Winter at his disposal means a pretty major loss of safety and that would be a lot of loss of potential "fire"power to make up for. It makes things a lot scarier.]
And I have a few other things, too. [He holds up a hand, four fingers stretched out.]
Are there any people from East of Poland and Lithuania and west of Mongolia here? Or who feel like they belong there in one way or the other. [One finger is bent down, and he giggles when it is a bit complicated to keep the other three up - but it works out in the end.]
I need to talk to William Tsang, but I don't know what he looks like so I couldn't find him. [Asking might have gone a long way but the scary looking old woman that he saw around in the med bay when he stalked it made him continue stalking instead of taking heart and asking someone, and when you don't know whom you're looking for...] So you should tell me what he looks like, yes? [Another finger goes, and this one needs to be held down by the thumb so the remaining two can go up again.]
Does anyone have a set of balanced daggers for fighting that they don't need? I can offer customized knitted products for a trade, or maybe something else if that doesn't work.
[And then he stops abruptly, his eyes going wide before narrowing and tears appearing in the corners, and he raises both hands to hold his head. When he lowers them again a bit later, a trickle of blood has started to run out of his nose, but he isn't noticing it yet, looking left and right with a nervous glance (is there someone who did this?) before snuffling and fixing the smile back on his face and continuing, though his eyes are still a bit onfocused.]
We looked in the kitchens and there are good knives, but they aren't balanced right. [He suddenly remembers that he was showing the bullet points on his hand and raises his hand, only his little finger pointing up now.]
And I want to learn things. I can play the harp a bit, but I want to learn more about it so it gets nicer. So if you know how to play the harp, you should teach me. And I want to learn how to shoot a firearm because they work everywhere here, yes? And I want to get better with the bow and my daggers, too, so if you are very good at fighting with them you should teach it to me, too. Because children should learn things, yes? [So adults obviously have the duty to teach them. He peers down at his cheat sheet and then nods and lowers his hand, clasping it together with the other in his lap.
And just smiles at the camera for a little bit before reaching out to turn the feed off - at which point he stops abruptly because blood has dripped from his nose onto the back of his hand and he reaches up in shock to touch his lip and wipe at the blood with hands and sleeves.]
If there is someone who always comes when we call them, and they don't come here, is there a way to make them come? Where I was before, you could do a task and get a reward, there should be something like that here as well, yes? Even though there are no regents, but we are still pulled to this ship, so it has to be similar.
[He tried to call the General because one of the other residents of the ship, Glacius, would have liked to meet him and he didn't come, and as much as he doesn't like the cold, not having General Winter at his disposal means a pretty major loss of safety and that would be a lot of loss of potential "fire"power to make up for. It makes things a lot scarier.]
And I have a few other things, too. [He holds up a hand, four fingers stretched out.]
Are there any people from East of Poland and Lithuania and west of Mongolia here? Or who feel like they belong there in one way or the other. [One finger is bent down, and he giggles when it is a bit complicated to keep the other three up - but it works out in the end.]
I need to talk to William Tsang, but I don't know what he looks like so I couldn't find him. [Asking might have gone a long way but the scary looking old woman that he saw around in the med bay when he stalked it made him continue stalking instead of taking heart and asking someone, and when you don't know whom you're looking for...] So you should tell me what he looks like, yes? [Another finger goes, and this one needs to be held down by the thumb so the remaining two can go up again.]
Does anyone have a set of balanced daggers for fighting that they don't need? I can offer customized knitted products for a trade, or maybe something else if that doesn't work.
[And then he stops abruptly, his eyes going wide before narrowing and tears appearing in the corners, and he raises both hands to hold his head. When he lowers them again a bit later, a trickle of blood has started to run out of his nose, but he isn't noticing it yet, looking left and right with a nervous glance (is there someone who did this?) before snuffling and fixing the smile back on his face and continuing, though his eyes are still a bit onfocused.]
We looked in the kitchens and there are good knives, but they aren't balanced right. [He suddenly remembers that he was showing the bullet points on his hand and raises his hand, only his little finger pointing up now.]
And I want to learn things. I can play the harp a bit, but I want to learn more about it so it gets nicer. So if you know how to play the harp, you should teach me. And I want to learn how to shoot a firearm because they work everywhere here, yes? And I want to get better with the bow and my daggers, too, so if you are very good at fighting with them you should teach it to me, too. Because children should learn things, yes? [So adults obviously have the duty to teach them. He peers down at his cheat sheet and then nods and lowers his hand, clasping it together with the other in his lap.
And just smiles at the camera for a little bit before reaching out to turn the feed off - at which point he stops abruptly because blood has dripped from his nose onto the back of his hand and he reaches up in shock to touch his lip and wipe at the blood with hands and sleeves.]
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But he sometimes calls it protection.
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[Firo blinks a few times as a new serious look takes over his face.]
Yeah, we've got the same thing back where I'm from. That's usually what Randy and Pezzo do...
[He's never felt guilt about what his Family does before, but thinking of Muscovy as a victim of it... It certainly puts things in a different light.]
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[He doesn't really judge Firo - sure, he doesn't want to do that when he's strong, he wants to have everyone live together in a big house and be friends and happy, but what Firo's family does is just how the world functions. Things just are that way.]
It's what a lot of strong people do.
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[And there's something of a conceit among mobsters that they deserve it because they're strong. Firo's not quite that type, but he's never actually thought with what's wrong about the way they live.
He tries to smile.]
Hey, maybe that'll be you one day, right? And you can collect from him.
[The Russia he knew was pretty big and tough-looking.]
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[His expression shifts into a true, happy smile, radiating hope and expectation.]
When I'm big and strong I want to make everyone be happy, and we'll all live in a big house and everyone will be friends.
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[He's actually surprised to hear that, though it's no reflection on Muscovy.]
You're a really nice kid, you know? How're you gonna make everyone happy?
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[He's glowing with happiness at the thought. It will be wonderful, and the praise that he just got adds its part.]
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He nods eagerly and smiles, thinking about when he suddenly found himself no longer sad like that.]
You're right about that.
Especially the lonely part. Just havin' friends and family can help a lot.
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[He's stumbled into most of his friendships, actually, so he has to consider that a moment.]
Usually? I think you just start talkin' to people. About whatever. It helps if you meet 'em in the middle a' some huge trouble, though, I think. You get to know each other faster.
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[That sounds like very good advice. He'll need to keep an eye out for people in trouble, that he can then befriend...]
And do you both have to be in trouble?
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[Which is a much harder part, sadly.]
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[That would be really interesting. He hasn't quite managed that yet, even though he did hope to achieve it back home.]
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[Considering how they met and Firo's state afterward, he's amazed they put with him. And incredibly grateful.]
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You should visit me sometime.
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[He's beaming, though, more than a little flattered.]
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[And he's starting to consider Firo a friend.]
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Yeah, they do. All right, I will visit you. I promise I'll do my best, okay? And you should come meet my family, too.
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[ooc: Are we about good to wrap it up, or would you like to keep going.]
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Just call me when you're free.
[He can't promise that he won't be working, but only ranking as a trainee and there being quite a lot of medical staff for a ship that doesn't currently experience famine or war (at least by his reckoning) he should be able to shift around his tasks without much of a problem.]
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You can bet I will.