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Just as a note, I'm playing mainly from the light novels, using the anime for supplementation because not all novels are translated as of now (if you're curious, some fabulous people have some translations at www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php.) Only a few events were changed (stuff actually happened in 1932), but I thought I'd mention just in case it's relevant.

Though I will be taking his speech and voice from the english dubbed anime. He has a slight accent; it should be nothing too wierd, but if you find it hard to read, please tell me.

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Need to have a chat or a quick encounter with Firo? This is the place to do it! 

Please specify when and where (if it's in person) or what method of communications it is (if it's over the journals). Backthreading and futurethreading are a-okay. 

[Voice]

[ There's a brief pause after Firo turns on the journal. It's more difficult than he thought to make the announcement; when he tried writing it out he found he could barely move the pencil. He decides to keep it brief and just manages to keep most of the emotion out of his voice. ]

Seto's dead. 

[Action]

[ Shortly after his journal post Firo steals off to take a walk. He's avoiding the center of the village for once, staying around the fringes instead. Finding it difficult to deal with this mixture of grief and anger, he'll occasionally pause to punch or kick some poor tree. ]

[ Despite the rain, Firo wants to be outside and stretch his legs. Through the whole walk from the community building to the village plaza Firo managed to resist the urge to put his mask on. He plops down on the fountain, setting the journal next to him and toying with the mask. Maybe a distraction from the strange behavior of the moon would be nice, and for some reason he feels like the mask will help. It seems stupid, but there can't be any harm in it. And so he puts it on, only to find a few moments later that it won't come off. 

 As Firo struggles with his mask, the journal gets knocked off the fountain. It opens and begins recording the unhappy scene of its own accord. 

Tugging at the mask, Firo feels his annoyance building up until finally...

BOOM.

A few moments later, Firo's back in one piece, startled but otherwise fine. He blinks and looks around, wondering if he imagined all that. Again he tries to remove the mask, cursing under his breath when it refuses to budge. 

The cycle repeats: the magic of the blast mask followed by an even more angered and confused Firo reappearing. With a growl of frustration he tries to tear the mask off once more. ]

This is stupid!

[ And there he goes again. ]

[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. ]