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rejuvenate & whoever!!
When: 4/10 (6/20-6/21)
Where: Residential district; Giorno’s apartment.
What: Basically boy dumps robot from balcony onto the streets below for science.
Rating/Warning: nothing, but will update if I need to.

A; BYE FELICIA

[ After everything that had happened with the back-to-back ViViDs and what he had learned about this place and its patterns, Giorno was ready to see what CERES was going to throw at them. The timeline fit and even though it had been pretty quiet, he wasn’t going to drop his guard as far as expecting things to go wrong were concerned. And just as he was exiting the door to leave for school—he gets his expected "present" as it were.

Two "presents" even.

The contents look to be something ripped out of a science fiction novel—then again this whole place and his current situation reeked of such a situation—as he looked down at the inactive robots. He vaguely recalls seeing the post from a Mosely regarding these. However, the matter of "what" to do with them doesn’t take more than a few moments as Giorno empties the contents of one of the boxes onto the hallway. It...really wasn’t going to move was it? All of the robots he had seen here were already activated and freely moved on their own. (Don’t think he doesn’t notice that big red button, he does.)

What if he tipped it over the ledge? Surely it must have some sort of programming preventing it from wanting to be hurt right? Was it goin—oh.

Oh.

Well, surely there was no one standing in the path of the falling robot, right? Or surely anyone who was that unfortunate to get in the way of it would have moved out the way. Regardless, Giorno is running over to lean over the railing to warn anyone below. ]

LOOK OUT!

B; WILDCARD

[ Because I’m always up for anything!! If you want to discuss any possible scenario feel free to hit me up at octazooka or send me a PM and we can set something up seeing that Giorno is not taking part of the event. ]

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In what she was able to show me, I saw what must have been all of us standing by a boat and stares that led up to somewhere. It was like we were in the middle of deciding something.

[ That sort of foreboding feeling was there even though the exact reason or rhyme of it all wasn't clear. Something was happening and Giorno could tell that he was standing besides Buccellati, however for the others...

If there was anyone who was here who could tell him anything about it, it was Fugo. Fugo who was obviously hesitating and purposefully avoiding this. It honestly was making him feel more concerned about what he saw. Of course Giorno never doubts his hunches or wants them to be wrong, but... ]

I couldn't make much out of it.

[There was no mistaking it, then, and there was no brushing it off, either. It was complicated—he didn't want to lie to Giorno, but he wasn't sure that he could, anyway. He wasn't sure that he was capable of it. But he also wasn't sure just how much he should tell him, even if he didn't know all there was to know about what happened, either. What good would it do him to know? He was conflicted.

Just like always.

Fugo frowns.]

I don't know the details... [That's the truth, at least, even if it's not one he's proud to admit.] But something happened in Venezia. I think the boss might have been playing us.

[Buccellati had never quite said it, but it was an easy enough conclusion to come to. For both Buccellati and Trish to have been attacked like that, it was the only explanation, especially when Buccellati had displayed no signs of wanting to defect prior.]

Buccellati decided to betray him. That's what happened.

[He remembered what Mista said to him back at the stadium. "You'd never have made it. You were smart enough to see that. Always were." But that hadn't stopped any of the others, had it? They couldn't possibly have thought that they stood any chance, and yet...]

[ The boss playing them... That wasn't surprising for some reason and yet also surprisingly for another reason. He wasn't surprised to learn that the leader of Passione was corrupt, but mildly surprised of what he says next: ]

Then Buccellati decided that we were to choose whether or not we would join him.

[ It isn't a question because Giorno could tell that from what he saw that the tension was tense. If Buccellati had asked them to go with him, surely they would have and such a tense situation wouldn't have been born. However, that wasn't how Buccellati did things. He would have never forced their hands like that.

Giorno must have wanted to follow him; half to see things through and another...something else was wrong. Did something else happen? Something else must have happened that Fugo didn't know of. The timeline of him becoming the boss was too short otherwise. And as Giorno remained quiet and thought about the possibilities some things fell into place... ]

Fugo you... [ He looks dead at him and the unspoken words float around him. "You didn't come along."

That's why he seemed different. Giorno understood it all now. Well, not all but he was coming to understand just what Fugo was carrying. ] Thank you.

[In a way, it's kind of a relief that Giorno is as on top of things as he is for once, because it means not having to find words for the things Fugo wasn't too proud of or found it too difficult to talk about. (Of course, that was selfish of him, but maybe he'd always been a selfish kind of person.) He really couldn't hide anything from Giorno... It was a bit overwhelming, knowing he would be seen through so easily, but this time, at least, it works out for the best.

But while he could accept Giorno piecing everything together himself, the gratitude is another story. Fugo isn't so sure what to do with that.]

Wh... What do you mean? For what?

[He sounds a little apprehensive. He could barely even find the words to describe what had happened—he hadn't done anything worth being thanked for.]

[ Giorno wants to say something akin to "You came back" but somehow, that doesn't sit well with him. Fugo wouldn't have thought that he would have come back. A decision like that would have been too illogical for Fugo. How could they trust him? He left them in a time where things were uncertain both ways.

...except the way that Fugo chose. Defecting was a rational choice; the third option. While it ran the risk of being the target of both sides in other circumstances, it would not happen. There was no way that Buccellati would have given an order like that.

And yet, something else happened to bring Fugo back. Something happen that made a compelling enough reason for Fugo to swear his loyalty to him. Giorno doesn't know what that is nor can make the connections for that, unfortunately. ]

For many things. [ Giorno says this carefully. There's still a lot he doesn't know and what he knows is not proven truth. ] I'm not certain of all of what those may be, but I'm sure there are plenty.

However, for now, I'm thankful that you're here.

[...man. He was always a little taken aback by Giorno saying things like that. If it had been anyone else, he would have doubted the authenticity of those words, but not Giorno. He never doubted Giorno.

There was something kind of ironic about the fact that it was only after joining a gang that Fugo would manage to meet people like this again, people who were this honest and open and genuine.]

I'm only here because of you.

[Normally, that wouldn't have been so easy to admit, but he can't help it, for some reason. It was strange. He just felt like he needed to know he was important, especially with regards to this. Fugo couldn't even say where he'd be if Giorno hadn't intervened. Even after being brought here...]

You're the one that gave me another chance, even when I... [He trails off for a moment. He still hated associating himself with this word.] Even when I betrayed everyone. No one else would have done that.

[He would say Giorno had no reason to, but he knew how Giorno was—he didn't do anything without reason, and Fugo did, at least, understand his technical reason for doing what he did. But it wasn't just the potential threat of his Stand, and that was the part that baffled him so much. Giorno had trusted him when no other person would have, and if he hadn't...

Even here, he'd be lost if not for him.]

[ If Giorno was a different person he would have refuted Fugo's claims that he was only here because of him. No, Giorno wasn't the boss of Passione...yet. He was still someone who was trying to find their way to the top, however he doesn't want to blindly invalidate Fugo's words. Surely, he must have done something else that helped him.

Though there is one thing that he knows for certain— ]

You didn't betray anyone, Fugo. [ He still doesn't know the full course of actions that took place, but if it was anything like how he suspected it happened... ] There would be no way that you would have betrayed us.

[ There's a distinct lack of hesitation or anything than unwavering belief in his words. Fugo was many things that Giorno didn't still quite understand but someone who would betray the people that he had come to trust and work so closely with—that wasn't Fugo. It doesn't sound like a Fugo he'd come to know. He must have just seen things differently than everyone else.

That would have made more sense. Fugo was the logical one of everyone, wasn't he? Everyone else would have acted and relied on the leadership of Buccellati but Fugo he thought for himself. For better or for worse. ]

You decided what was best for you.

[It's what would've been best for everyone—that's what he had thought back then, at least. He still wasn't sure if it was the best for him, though. He couldn't say for sure if his being there would've made a difference, or what kind of situation they'd be in if they'd never decided to betray the boss, but it still felt wrong that he hadn't been there at all. But those were things he'd have to live with for the rest of his life... Never really knowing, that was something he was going to be stuck with forever.

And it was daunting. He hated it. But with Giorno there, it didn't seem so impossible. Intimidating? Maybe. But not impossible.]

You said the same thing before. [A part of him had been somewhat nervous that that might not be the case, especially when Giorno apparently came from a different time. But then again, maybe he shouldn't be so surprised—this was the same person who'd nearly died for him and Abbacchio when they'd only just met. Either way, he still thought that, and it was baffling but also a relief.] If you really think that... then here, with you, is the only place for me to be.

[If Giorno could have that kind of unwavering faith in him, then it only made sense that Fugo should do the same.]

[ "Said the same thing before"? Well, guess that shouldn't be too surprising given that it was him. If anything it's a little humorous. Poor Fugo having to listen to Giorno saying the same thing twice over... Maybe that was comforting? Either way— ]

Then thank you again, Fugo.

[ He still wants to know more of what happened and press Fugo for the answers—he even wants to suggest to Fugo about how he was told about the possibility of perhaps changing the events. A future where things ended up differently. Yet, despite the possibility of the "ideal scenario", Giorno doesn't want it.

It would feel as if he disgraced those who gave up their lives to give him the future that had been written once before. ...ah. And there was a realization and an answer all in one. Not that he allows Fugo to notice any of this but instead just presses on. ]

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comes back to life...maybe.

you came back from the dead to deliver a tag like this, I'm distressed!!

I LIVE ONLY TO DIE BUT THEN I WILL LIVE AGAIN!!!!

the immortal naru-chan...!!

does this mean i have wives?! ...also ignore double icons.

no worries!! and of course, that part comes with the job.

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