[There is a soft, nervous voice coming out of the tablet, a moment later followed by video. He looks as concerned as confused and a bit hesitant as he bites down on his bottom lip. The man sounds distressed and he's not sure if he should be bothering him, yet he can't not try to help, either.]
[He sits there through the pause.With the disappearance of Sam's tuff, he's pretty sure Sam isn't even in the city, but why Sam packed his shit and left without a word, Dean'll never know.
A small part of him actually doubts if Sam was here at all, but he's not thinking too much on that one. as in: He's not thinking on that one at all if he can help it.] That'll be great. Thanks.
[Feliciano beams, downright buzzing with excitement and eagerness to get started. He's going to help! He'll be useful! He'll reunite brothers!] Ve~! I love helping people!
He's six-four, longish hair, hazel eyes, he's pretty gangly. Looks like he might fall over his own feet half the tume. [But oh man, he knew that even if Sam looked like he might, Sam rarely did.] There might be some old footage on these tablet things so you can see him.
[If he knew you were Lovi's brother? he would make a point of how different you are. but he doesn't, so he doesn't.]
[He listens attentively, for once not the least bit distracted by the world around him, his own fanciful thoughts or his stomach yearning for pasta. This is important!] You're good at describing people! It sounds just like one of these official descriptions. Like in newspapers or the ones the police use!
[Wait... old footage on the tablets? He tilts his head to the side with a soft coo.] Can you show me other old footage, too? Like... pictures of my brother? [That might help him understand what has gone wrong with Romano.]
You help me, I help you. Can you check the area with most of the stores, while I go check the other side of the city? I'll meet you back at the fountain in the middle. Then I can catch you up on older feeds that are on here and see if we can figure anything out.
Ve~ I can do that! I'm good at running around! [He nods eagerly and gets up.] I'll meet you by the fountain - with your brother! And then we're all going to have pasta together! [Feliciano gives a little wave and cuts the transmission. Optimist that he is, he has little doubt that he's going to find him. How many tall, dark-haired Sams can there be in Pareidolia? This is going to be easy!]
OOC: Wanna continue with action later at the fountain?
[[OOC: That's fine~ That's what I was thinking anyway. :) ]]
[Dean switched off his end of the comm, not at all re-assured by this guy's optimism. But he aoorecuiated the help. He idd a quick sweep of the other side of the city and made his way, a little depressed, to the fountain. He hoped the other guy found him. But he doubted he would.]
[Feliciano is all buzzing enthusiasm and loud, bouncy cheer as he gets to work, making his way through the shop district like an Italian hurricane. Leaving some minor destruction in his wake since he had been far too busy looking for the mysterious Sam to watch where he was going. His happiness dies a slow, but steady death as he searches and searches without result.
He finally makes his way to the fountain with slumped shoulders and hanging head, trudging along listlessly. He winces as he catches sight of Dean, already waiting. He had promised he would find his brother!]
[He picks up the sound of someone coming towards him, and his head snaps up. No Sam. Not a surprise, but that doesn't take the sting away. Did Sam leave? Was he taken?
Had to be taken.
With fuck all Dean could do about it.
It was enfuriating, and it was depressing. When Feliciano gets close enough, he gives him a smile. There's as much comfort as he can manage in it, but other than that it's pretty empty.] Don't worry about it. Thanks for looking, though.
[Feliciano smiles back weakly. He sits down on the edge of the fountain, folds his hands in his lap and stares at them.] I'm sorry. I didn't find your brother.
[He tilts his head to the side.] My name's Feliciano. Feliciano Vargas, Italy Veneziano!
[...Dear god, he looks like a kicked puppy. Ugh, it reminds him of Sam.] Don't worry. He might show up soon.
[...] Felici- what now? Dude, I can't say that - I'll end up pulling something. [It's only half a joke. but the fact he's joking is good. It's part of the wall he hides behind.] So, who's your brother then, Felix?
[Feli wrinkles his nose and pushes his bottom lip forward in a pout. He gets the distinct impression he's being teased here. But being teased is good, isn't it? It means he isn't angry with Feliciano for failing to keep his promise. Which isn't going to keep him from pouting.] Uwah! Feliks isn't my brother! [He gives him a doubtful look and huffs.] Poland's nowhere near Italy! You must be one of America's children, he's really bad at reading maps, too!
Okay, what? No, I'm damned good at reading a map. A guy called America? All sorts of wrong. I met a girl called America, but that was a whole different kettle of fish. Some damned good mapping got done there, too. And that whole Poland-Italy thing? Made no damned sense.
And Felix is what I'm calling you so I don't burst a blood-vessel or something while talking to you.
[There is a soft, nervous voice coming out of the tablet, a moment later followed by video. He looks as concerned as confused and a bit hesitant as he bites down on his bottom lip. The man sounds distressed and he's not sure if he should be bothering him, yet he can't not try to help, either.]
Are you okay?
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I don't know your brother. But if you like, I can help you search for him!
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A small part of him actually doubts if Sam was here at all, but he's not thinking too much on that one. as in: He's not thinking on that one at all if he can help it.] That'll be great. Thanks.
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[Thoughtful silence.]
What does your brother look like?
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[If he knew you were Lovi's brother? he would make a point of how different you are. but he doesn't, so he doesn't.]
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[Wait... old footage on the tablets? He tilts his head to the side with a soft coo.] Can you show me other old footage, too? Like... pictures of my brother? [That might help him understand what has gone wrong with Romano.]
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You help me, I help you. Can you check the area with most of the stores, while I go check the other side of the city? I'll meet you back at the fountain in the middle. Then I can catch you up on older feeds that are on here and see if we can figure anything out.
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OOC: Wanna continue with action later at the fountain?
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[Dean switched off his end of the comm, not at all re-assured by this guy's optimism. But he aoorecuiated the help. He idd a quick sweep of the other side of the city and made his way, a little depressed, to the fountain. He hoped the other guy found him. But he doubted he would.]
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He finally makes his way to the fountain with slumped shoulders and hanging head, trudging along listlessly. He winces as he catches sight of Dean, already waiting. He had promised he would find his brother!]
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Had to be taken.
With fuck all Dean could do about it.
It was enfuriating, and it was depressing. When Feliciano gets close enough, he gives him a smile. There's as much comfort as he can manage in it, but other than that it's pretty empty.] Don't worry about it. Thanks for looking, though.
I'm Dean, by the way.
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[He tilts his head to the side.] My name's Feliciano. Feliciano Vargas, Italy Veneziano!
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[...] Felici- what now? Dude, I can't say that - I'll end up pulling something. [It's only half a joke. but the fact he's joking is good. It's part of the wall he hides behind.] So, who's your brother then, Felix?
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Okay, what? No, I'm damned good at reading a map. A guy called America? All sorts of wrong. I met a girl called America, but that was a whole different kettle of fish. Some damned good mapping got done there, too. And that whole Poland-Italy thing? Made no damned sense.
And Felix is what I'm calling you so I don't burst a blood-vessel or something while talking to you.
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