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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[unholey]

[This is insane.]

[Everything that's happened in the past few days happened so quickly that, even just reflecting back on it, Fugo feels dizzy with a sense of whiplash. From the moment Bucciarati informed them-- not consulted, and hasn't that been a real stick up Abbacchio's ass-- about their new teammate, it's just been one bewildering thing after another. Bucciarati inheriting Polpo's position. Being tasked with protecting the Boss's daughter. Going head to head against the Hitman Team. And now, the craziest thing of all--

Betraying the Boss, to protect Trish. Pitting themselves against not just at the shadowy figure at the head of the organization, but the whole of Passione itself. It's not just reckless, it's stupid. The odds are so against them it's almost comical. None of them can live outside of the mob.]

[And, yet...]

[He can't help but think of Trish, struggling to stay conscious, bracing herself on the side of the boat with her injured arm and a white-knuckled grip. I won't let him make me disappear, she spat, a fire burning in her foggy expression. I want to know my origins, no matter what! I refuse to die before finding out! Blood ran down her wrist and between her knuckles. Later, when Fugo and Abbacchio were wiping down the boat in preparation to ditch it, they found the perfect imprint of her fingers on the edge.]

We need to consider the logistics of this. [And so here Fugo is, sitting at a table with Bucciarati. Trish is resting in the turtle, recuperating from everything that happened in the basilica. Abbacchio, Mista, and Narancia are all beating the shit out of some guy. It's tempting to join them, but there are logistics to figure out. Fugo chews on the pad of his thumb, moodily staring at a plate of food he hasn't touched.] Money, supplies, a rotating watch. None of us can operate on adrenaline forever, Bucciarati.

[His stare shifts sharply to his meal companion, to really drive home his point.]

[unfastens]

[ Unusually for Bucciarati, he hasn't commented on Fugo's lack of appetite. His own plate of food is similarly untouched, after all, for reasons he can only assume (hope) are both similar and drastically different. The other members quarreling is vague noise in the back of his head, something to be aware of; if he were honest with himself, he'd admit that something is off, that he's usually sharper than this, and there's a hard-to-describe sort of blurriness to all his senses, but he simply doesn't have the luxury to consider what's happened to him in its entirety. Too much is at stake for him to be worrying about himself. The young man sitting across from him is tangible evidence of that.

He'd both expected resistance and been prepared for the worst-case scenario from the very beginning - that being himself, Giorno and Trish setting off alone to track down the boss. Truthfully, the fact that every last one of them chose to follow him made his heart swell with pride. But he can feel the weight of those four lives keenly, too. Ultimately, yes, it was their choice, freely made, knowing the mortal danger that lay ahead, and rationally, he's resolved to accept whatever may happen to them. That doesn't mean he's not going to try his damned hardest to keep them all safe. ]

We don't need forever. We're finishing this within the week.

[ because if they can't do that, then they've lost for exactly the reasons Fugo's suggesting. If the Boss gets too far ahead of them, they'll never catch him. And the longer they spend chasing him, the longer their tail will get, and the more time he'll have to alert every other squad in Passione to their presence. Hiding from the entire mob on their home turf would quickly become impossible.

They either win against impossible odds in the next few days, or all of them die trying. There are no alternatives. And he's sure that's exactly why Fugo looks so dour. Cool and stern as his voice may be, Bucciarati doesn't blame him one bit. ]

Don't worry about money.