OPEN POST 2021

[siberia]

1. Post here with the character you want to play with in the header or body
2. Put your prompt in the body of the comment (or leave it to me - i don't mind coming up with something!)
3. ????
4. Profit

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Comments

you raise a good point

[unfastens]

[ it's less a trap and more a warning. Bruno doesn't really care what Doppio says, frankly - he doubts there's anything Doppio could say that would alter his intentions at the moment. It had been his duty to stand firm and hold the line when the rest of his squad might falter. Part of being an effective leader and decision-maker is being able to kill your emotions when you need to.

Now, though? The time for that is over; ironically, they're clawing their way right back out of the grave Bruno put them in. There are countless questions that he needs answers to, yes: what happens to him now? are Trish and the others all right? did Giorno succeed? But he can guess that those answers will be elusive at best. Doppio, on the other hand, is right here in front of him. ]

No.

[ Punching the shit out of this guy won't accomplish anything, but he'll be damned if it doesn't sound incredibly appealing right now, and that's exactly what he intends to do if Doppio lets him get close enough. His fists are clenched, and he is not slowing down, regardless of how pitiful and confused his opponent appears.

Bruno is kind-hearted. But he didn't climb ranks in Passione being kind - he did it being ruthless. ]

wow i sure typed those words correctly in the order and fashion i was supposed to

[epitaffio]

[Doppio doesn't have a plan. Doppio barely has a clue, when all is said and done, and while he's hung up on trying to piece together what he remembers - he's not sure if he was at the top of the stairs or not, but he was-- somewhere, and he felt so tired all of a sudden - Bucciarati is already making a beeline towards him, and and he only gets as far as raising his arms defensively when he gets hit right in the face.]

Ugh!

[And just like that, he's back on the sand.]

What the hell, man?! [He plants his hands in the sand, lifts himself halfway up -] I really don't know what's going on, I swear! [ - and he sounds, he truly does, like he might just be on the verge of tears.

It's not just from the pain. No, the pain is... inconsequential, actually (and that reminds him, wasn't there something else that didn't hurt as much as he thought it should, not that long ago, not so much missiles obliterating flesh as pellets tearing through paper)? It's more the panic that's mounting, the increasingly incoherent picture that is being painted. Bucciarati knows something, but Doppio can't even begin to remember how that could have happened, because the last thing he remembers...

No, wait. The next to last thing he remembers...]

... Boss...?

[He doesn't mouth it as silently as he means to, but that's not the only way in which his body acts without his conscious approval. For some reason, the memory being stirred makes him bring a hand to his chest.]