forum "This City smells like Smoke and Death" // OxO // Closed

Started July 27, 2020 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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He hummed for a moment at that. "Yes, I hope so too. Otherwise these shall be a very long few days." his mouth quirked in a faint smile.

"No one likes long days," Antonio replied still smiling though it was now slightly lopsided. He let out a little laugh, "So I'll try my best to prevent them."

He nodded a little. "Yes. So, tell me about your family, then." he said, looking over at Tony. "Your family and yourself, I suppose."

Him and his family… Well now Antonio was in a rough spot. He hesitated a moment in thought before asking with a little, smile, "Which one? The one I grew up with or the one I'm looking for?"

He shrugged. "I don't care. Whichever you prefer, I suppose." He replied, tucking back a loose strand of hair behind his ear.

"Then I'll tell you about the one I grew up with," Antonio decided figuring it would be easier to lie that way. He had a slight smile on, "I grew up in the upper class, but we weren't quite nobility. My mother is a really kind and caring person, she's really the one that raised me. My father on the other hand is kind of stern and distant, he practically schooled me. And then there's me, supposedly the best of both of them."

He nodded a little bit as he listened, humming faintly for a moment. "I see. Was it…a decent life, then?" He asked, raising his eyebrows a little bit.

"It was decent enough," Antonio replied now silently hoping he didn't give too much away. He hoped there wasn't any suspicion from his story.

Quinn nodded a little, not really questioning any more of what Tony had said. "Alright." He said simply, taking in a breath. "Do you have any questions for me? About… Ceridwen or whatever?"

"What about your family? What were thye like, if you don't mind me asking," Antonio asked him back in return. He figured he could ask his questions about the city and the plague later, for now he wanted to get to know his new roommate.

"Ah." Quinn hesitated for a moment. "There was Mama, Da, Lily, my sister, and Dain, my brother. I was the oldest. Lily was the middle child, and Dain was the baby of the family." He said.

Antonio nodded a little as he smiled over at Quinn. His family sounded nicer than his, at least he had siblings while Tony didn't, "It must have been nice having siblings."

He nodded a little. "It was." He replied, mouth twitching in a faint, sad smile. "Difficult sometimes, but it was nice." He shrugged slightly.

"I'm sure it was, what was Ceridwen like before the plague?" Antonio asked deciding a change of subject might be a good idea. He had heard rumors, but they were often overshadowed by the plague, "I've heard it was beautiful."

Quinn blinked. "I…don't really remember." he replied. "The plague has been around for 12 years. I was six when it started, so I don't…really remember much."

"Ah, I, uh, see," Antonio responded blinking as well. He had forgotten that Quinn would have been younger when the plague hit, "Well, then what can you tell me about the plague?"

"Not much, to be honest. We…don't know that much. We know that even just an hour in the same room as a sick person can spread it, but we don't know how to cure it. We know that some people are immune and others aren't, and that being Immune is rare, but we don't know how to predict who will be immune." he replied.

"So you have no idea of the cuase?" Antonio asked him cautiously. Even the people in the city didn't know much about the plague. This was more dire than he thought.

He shook his head. "We know it's magic, but we don't…we don't know where it came from."

"So the plague is magical? What about people with magic? Are they effected?" Antonio knew he might be overstepping some boundaries, but if he could figure at least something out… What was he doing? He should just lay low and not give into his curiosity.

"I…yeah. People with magic are affected the same way as regular people. We…I don't know." he shook his head a little bit, biting his lip.

"That's fine. I'm sorry, I probably overstepped a boundary or two by asking that," Antonio admitted as a reply, "My curiosity tends to get ahead of me sometimes."

"It's fine. It's just…not a lot is known about the plague, and we don't have the resources to investigate it." Quinn replied.

Antonio felt awful about it all. His father was the one not allocating resources to help with the plague ravaging this city. However he refuse to let any of his new guilt show on his face, "I understand. So I didn't overstep any boundaries?"

"No." Quinn replied, shaking his head and taking a deep breath. "It's fine. We're just…I don't know. Struggling along, is all."

"Well, I hope it gets better in the future," Antonio replied offering a small smile before he let out a sigh, "Anyway, let's talk about something a little less depressing."

"Me too." He replied. "And in that case, what would you like to talk about?" He raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Uhh," Antonio thought for a moment before shrugging a little, "I have no idea."

He nodded a little bit, running his hands through his hair for a moment. "I see." He replied with a shrug.

Antonio thought for another moment or two as he hummed. He eventually spoke up, "What's your favorite color?"