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OPEN POST 2021
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. ????
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sics quelaag on you
But he realizes that she probably never even met the man; she's just going off Bruno's word. Does she really think of this as "spoiling?" He can barely comprehend how she can feel like a burden instead of a victim in this situation. From his perspective, he's doing the bare minimum to keep her afloat after his organization ruined her life. (In truth, he knows she has that same noble soul that Giorno does: too proud to let others take care of them, determined to stand on their own two feet.) ]
Is there a particular answer you'd like to hear?
[ it would sound dry or biting coming from someone else, but he delivers his response with his usual stoicism.
Truth be told, he wants time to recuperate, too. Not just physically, but mentally: he needs to decide what he's going to do from here on out. Giorno has essentially usurped his position, for one thing. The gang is about to undergo some radical changes under his hand, and Bruno needs to decide what part he'll be playing in it all - major or minor as it may be. But he's not too keen on sharing that he's achey and directionless at the moment. ]
I'll stay as long as I need to. [ a beat. ] You can relax. I won't be breathing down your neck while I'm there. You won't be under my supervision anymore, so you can do what you like.
holds her gently bc i refuse to fight her!!!
Of course, Pericolo didn't tell her what made them so dangerous. But he vaguely described a man called Polpo, and that Polpo would look after her in the coming weeks instead. She didn't hear much besides that, other than that he was a capo like Pericolo.
And then Polpo abruptly perished, and Trish remembers donning her disguise alongside Pericolo as he explained that once more, things had changed, and she would soon be in the care of a man named Bucciarati.
Polpo, Bucciarati...these names meant nothing to her, as they were faceless strangers, the only difference being the shape of their names on Pericolo's tongue.
Now, she can only wonder how different her fate would be if anyone had taken her to San Giorgio Maggiore's who wasn't Bruno Bucciarati. Would they have even made it to the church? Would it matter?
Whether Polpo and Pericolo were loyal gangsters, or not, she imagines she would have died.
Either the assassin squad would have captured her, found her utterly useless, and subsequently executed her...or her father would simply erase her while the capos who brought her to him returned to their usual business, confident in a job well done. Nothing would change for Italy itself. Passione would carry on as it had been, and Trish Una would be dead, but there was no one left to notice she was gone anyway.
But Bruno...cared. Bruno cared, and that made all the difference in the world.
Trish closes her eyes, her whole body feeling weightless when she does so as the car smoothly glides forward, and the world filters away until it's just the sound of Bruno's voice and hers.]
Oh, I'm not worried about that.
[Bruno could be strict, sure, but he was hardly overbearing.
As for his question...admittedly, she wants him to leave as soon as is reasonable for him, but another part of her distantly thinks of staying in this oceanfront home all alone, for however long until she finds companionship of some kind to fill the silence.
Trish realizes she doesn't have a good response. Not one that explicitly makes her happy, anyway.]
I think that answer is good enough for me. Stay as long as you like, and feel free to leave when it no longer suits you. I know you have other affairs to sort out, Bucciarati, so I won't be hurt when you have to leave.
[That's a lie, if she's honest with herself.
But Bruno has a gang to return to, doesn't he? There's people waiting for him. She can't hold onto him, no matter how much her gut twists at the idea of one of the few people in the world who cared enough to help her having to leave, eventually.
Until then...she wonders what it will be like to rebuild some semblance of a life with Bucciarati overseeing her efforts. She hasn't spent much time with him or the others that wasn't so blessedly mundane, so it'll be interesting, if nothing else.]
quelaag will grant u a boon for ur kindness...
[ his usual concise response that probably leaves too much to interpretation. It's good that she's not worried about his presence, and that she's prepared for the situation to change. It's also good that she won't be upset if he has to vanish. With any luck, she'll be able to extricate herself from Passione entirely with time. Bruno thinks that would be for the best, and he has to assume that she thinks the same.
He does care, of course. Again: his fatal flaw. But it's because he cares that he thinks she should have nothing to do with him. She's not so different from Narancia all those years ago. Hopefully, he'll actually succeed in putting her life back on track.
Hopefully. ]
Most of those affairs are up to Giorno to sort out, although I expect him to ask for my help. That's part of why I'm here with you. [ While he does need to figure out what his life's going to look like going forward, taking care of Trish is actually Bruno's priority right now. His nebulous position in the organization at the moment actually puts him in a uniquely good place to assist her - normally, something like this would fall to someone lower on the food chain. (And, truth be told, he didn't want her to get passed off to yet another stranger. She doesn't deserve that - and he'd be worried for her.) ] You don't have any relatives on your mother's side, right?
[ she obviously doesn't on Diavolo's side... ]
We can falsify some documents for you so you can get back to school. I'll take responsibility.
what kind of boon am i getting
Not that she's the hilariously easy target she used to be now that Spice Girl has manifested properly...but neither is she remotely experienced in using her Stand, and there were simply too many things she wouldn't be prepared for if someone did decide to come after her, the hapless girl who has found herself as one of the new don's side projects.
Which is a definite concern, since she doubts Giorno has an ounce of anyone's loyalty that isn't from Bucciarati's exceptional gang. Exceptional, in that they're probably the only decent people in the entire organization, their hands just as bloody but their hearts made heavy by that fact.]
Yeah, I can't imagine he has time for every loose thread my father left behind.
[Said with a bitter, dark humor.
She's been a loose thread her entire life, apparently. So the situation she's in now...not much has changed, has it?
But she is glad that if anyone's helping her, it's Bruno. That's the first good thing that's happened that she's been allowed to be aware of, and why she can sit here and chat, instead of her usual routine of curling up and staring sullenly out the window, like she had many times prior, with many different strangers before Bruno.]
And, no, not anymore. My grandmother passed away when I was little, and other than that my mom doesn't have any family I know of. Even if she did, I doubt they'd take kindly to some stray suddenly showing up on their doorstep.
[And frankly she wouldn't want to see them either. She's had it with strangers, had it with being unwanted.
It was just her and Donatella. Now it's just her.
As for that comment, she leans to rest arm on the just of the car door panel, her whole posture turning to a somehow bigger slump than it was already.]
...Hmph. I don't think you should worry about my schooling anyway. I'm not planning on going back.
[Since Bruno loves when kids in his care reject school, right? Right.]