[Stress testing... Salieri cannot say he appreciates the notion very much.
He keeps his expression lowered— as though he feels a misguided shame in having received help in what was probably the first nightmare he's had in quite a while.
He keeps his frown there as he shakes his head.] And then you found me here.
[Salieri walks past Casey, feels himself growing sluggish.] So you must know the way out.
[The response is nothing that Salieri could have rightly expected.
His red gaze widens slowly, as though the revelation had been revealed to him for the very first time. Of course, that simply wasn't true... he knew of the voices and talents that helped carry his music through the halls of Vienna's most prestigious theaters. He knew their guidance would enhance his own and bring his music to further heights.
So why then did he suffer alone?
The demand comes with a flash of indignation and anger. Salieri grits his teeth and uses all of his restraint not to take the smaller fingers into his own grip and twist them— squeeze them until Hakuno's joints cracked beneath the pressure. No, he would not lower himself to injure her... the only one who warranted— who deserved this rage—
—is not here.
The room ripples as a warning around them. Salieri keeps one of her smaller hands into his own— if only to keep a hold on something real.] Scusi.
Perhaps... you are right. [A small admission.] I would like to continue this conversation elsewhere.
[Kind offerings are wasted on Salieri— but even so, that doesn't mean he'll simply ignore someone when they address him. Atsushi certainly doesn't seem the familiar type, but Salieri stops his stalking gait and gives the younger person a glance over regardless.
He huffs. Yes, the least he can do is be cordial.] H—
[—ello. Is what he'd say, if his mouth suddenly did release a small ball of flame, right at Atsushi.] !!!
[He slaps a gloved hand over his mouth. That
wasn't suppose to happen. And now he's looking a little panicked...!]
Ritsuka would not be the first familiar face he's seen here, but he also understands the complexities of timelines— and in some cases the lack of thereof. He's fine and well with that. So long as she seems to be thriving here... he has no complaints of reacquainting himself.
But still— for her to offer something to him so easily.] ...
Do I look "super mad"? [He frowns at that. He wasn't trying to look mad, that's just his face... sometimes.
Either way he takes the pinkish apple from her. It looks normal, seems normal.]
And how do I know this is safe to eat? [He remarks dryly. He knows it's safe, but still! This should come as a lesson to Ritsuka.]
At least now Salieri has his hand over his mouth, but it won't do much to keep the rest of the flames at bay... maybe a little help would do some good.
But it seems this person has no intention of helping.] —Help.
[There, he managed to get that much out— with only a few bit of flames escaping through his fingers.]
[Atsushi would certainly like to say he isn't the type of person who panics and jumps back a foot when a ball of flame comes at him, but that would be a lie. He jumps back a foot and only by the grace of god does he not trip over something.
At least it's very clearly an accident, judging by Salieri's reaction.]
I-I'm very sorry!
[...Atsushi realizes he probably isn't the one who should be apologizing here, but! It seemed like the best thing to say at the time!]
?! [Atsushi is right in thinking that. Salieri's brow turns quizzical all for the span of a second before pinching together once more in defeat. He can feel the heat radiating at the back of his throat... just why did he expect things would go smoothly for a first encounter?
Salieri doubts gesticulating is going to do any good, but perhaps he can try something else to move this along. He shakes his head, and then poorly imitates holding what seems to be an invisible glass.
He gestures tilting said glass back, as though drinking it. Do you understand, Atsushi???]
[Whether he's understood correctly or not, Atsushi is definitely ducking into the nearest shop/restaurant/bar/whatever and asking for a glass of water. Which he soon returns with and offers to Salieri.]
[As he watches the younger person leave, Salieri must admit to himself then and there that at least he was able to run across someone with good intention. From what he's seen so far, the town is only as hospitable as one makes it. For now, all he can merely do is place his trust in this boy... although he wonders if the same can be said vice versa.
When Atsushi returns Salieri takes the glass and hesitantly brings it to his lips.
What happens then quickly dissolves into a series of sputtering coughs and gasps. Smoke escapes with every breath and it gradually passes he manages to wheeze a:] Thank you.
[WHEEZE. He's fine, really. Salieri weakly hands Atsushi the now empty glass back.]
[She feels that familiar unused but present tension in his grasp, but frankly the possibility of being crushed by a Servant holding her has been one Hakuno has been numb to since she was the dubiously willing guest of a certain White Titan. She squeezes the hand still around hers gently, and keeps a pleasant smile and a soft, unhurried tone up for him.]
It is a bit hard to talk with the peanut gallery blathering on, isn't it? ...Do you want to pick where we go next, or should I give it a try?
[She isn't sure if it would be better or harder, for him to be the one to tear them from this place.]
I mean, I'm even later, so we can do this slow but sure...
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>> casey
He keeps his expression lowered— as though he feels a misguided shame in having received help in what was probably the first nightmare he's had in quite a while.
He keeps his frown there as he shakes his head.] And then you found me here.
[Salieri walks past Casey, feels himself growing sluggish.] So you must know the way out.
>> hakuno
His red gaze widens slowly, as though the revelation had been revealed to him for the very first time. Of course, that simply wasn't true... he knew of the voices and talents that helped carry his music through the halls of Vienna's most prestigious theaters. He knew their guidance would enhance his own and bring his music to further heights.
So why then did he suffer alone?
The demand comes with a flash of indignation and anger. Salieri grits his teeth and uses all of his restraint not to take the smaller fingers into his own grip and twist them— squeeze them until Hakuno's joints cracked beneath the pressure. No, he would not lower himself to injure her... the only one who warranted— who deserved this rage—
—is not here.
The room ripples as a warning around them. Salieri keeps one of her smaller hands into his own— if only to keep a hold on something real.] Scusi.
Perhaps... you are right. [A small admission.] I would like to continue this conversation elsewhere.
[And not in this place.]
>> atsushi
He huffs. Yes, the least he can do is be cordial.] H—
[—ello. Is what he'd say, if his mouth suddenly did release a small ball of flame, right at Atsushi.] !!!
[He slaps a gloved hand over his mouth. That
wasn't suppose to happen. And now he's looking a little panicked...!]
>> ritsuka
Ritsuka would not be the first familiar face he's seen here, but he also understands the complexities of timelines— and in some cases the lack of thereof. He's fine and well with that. So long as she seems to be thriving here... he has no complaints of reacquainting himself.
But still— for her to offer something to him so easily.] ...
Do I look "super mad"? [He frowns at that. He wasn't trying to look mad, that's just his face... sometimes.
Either way he takes the pinkish apple from her. It looks normal, seems normal.]
And how do I know this is safe to eat? [He remarks dryly. He knows it's safe, but still! This should come as a lesson to Ritsuka.]
>> yesod
At least now Salieri has his hand over his mouth, but it won't do much to keep the rest of the flames at bay... maybe a little help would do some good.
But it seems this person has no intention of helping.] —Help.
[There, he managed to get that much out— with only a few bit of flames escaping through his fingers.]
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At least it's very clearly an accident, judging by Salieri's reaction.]
I-I'm very sorry!
[...Atsushi realizes he probably isn't the one who should be apologizing here, but! It seemed like the best thing to say at the time!]
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Salieri doubts gesticulating is going to do any good, but perhaps he can try something else to move this along. He shakes his head, and then poorly imitates holding what seems to be an invisible glass.
He gestures tilting said glass back, as though drinking it. Do you understand, Atsushi???]
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[Whether he's understood correctly or not, Atsushi is definitely ducking into the nearest shop/restaurant/bar/whatever and asking for a glass of water. Which he soon returns with and offers to Salieri.]
I hope this helps...
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When Atsushi returns Salieri takes the glass and hesitantly brings it to his lips.
What happens then quickly dissolves into a series of sputtering coughs and gasps. Smoke escapes with every breath and it gradually passes he manages to wheeze a:] Thank you.
[WHEEZE. He's fine, really. Salieri weakly hands Atsushi the now empty glass back.]
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[Atsushi takes the glass. He'll have to return it later, but first comes making sure this man is okay.]
Are you alright? ...Does this happen often?
[Sometimes people just breathe fire.]
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It is a bit hard to talk with the peanut gallery blathering on, isn't it? ...Do you want to pick where we go next, or should I give it a try?
[She isn't sure if it would be better or harder, for him to be the one to tear them from this place.]
I mean, I'm even later, so we can do this slow but sure...
[ They're going to trot after him, gaze turning to their surroundings while occasionally looking toward Salieri to check on how he's doing. ]
Assuming it hasn't changed. Wouldn't you know this place better? Theoretically.