amarmi ancora

[ Closed RP Blog for Giorno Giovanna from JJBA: Vento Aureo. NSFW. Part of Città Alveare. CURRENTLY ON SEMI HIATUS ] Rank: Outcast District: Gamma Housing: Apartment e-3 Limitations: Can summon his stand up to twice a day, for ten minutes each summon. See navigation index for full details on the specific limitations.

[aureoprincipe]

      « This place is surely a mess. »

[jamdoctorate]

mafioso in da house (w/ giorno)

[aureoprincipe]

[jamdoctorate]

"A mafia working for protection…? Wouldn’t the police suffice?"

John was a bit confused by the concept. Mafia, by definition, were of an illegal faction. That was why they had earned the name… but what would a mafia working for good entail? Much less, what would their name be? John thought on that for a moment.

"It just sounds like you’re still doing illegal items. Forgive me if I speak out of line," John spoke, "I am not exactly from your world… But we have  saying from mine. ‘You can put lipstick on a pig, but it’s still a pig.’"

John crossed his arms. “Then again, I have met many off people in my life… It would not be a first, this not-quite-mafia of yours.” He smiled.

[aureoprincipe]

      « I am aware. » A shrug, lips letting out a click coming from his tongue, a smile enlightening his visage. « But let's face it . Police is not exactly the most competent thing in here, doctor. Especially where I come from. »

      But he knew, he knew no one could understand a world where people could develop powers like stopping time and bringing life into things. They couldn't understand how Passione works without seeing it with their very eyes. The lack of trust coming from the other's words wasn't anything able to wound him --he, who saw the woreld crumbling and the gates of Heaven opening right in front of his blue eyes, he whowas avble to manipulate the very essence of life with his fingers,.

      The truth was one --and he was sure it was right in his hands.

      « I am aware it may exist a similar form of organization sharing goals with mine. After all, in here there are universes I never imagined to see. »

[diamxndskies]

+♂ ( w/ aureoprincipe)

[diamxndskies]

  "I know how to cook ramen," Josuke said helpfully. Being poor did not allow one to have such a great diet. Although his mom did bring vegetables home, it was not often. Instead, they would much on fast food and tiny snacks, they being much more cheaper than "healthy" food.

To say Josuke was uncultured compared to Giorno would be an understatement. Josuke would not appreciate being taken out to a fancy restaurant with very small portions, placed in smaller patterns. Josuke was content with any fast food restaurant, or just about any restaurant that had large portions.

Josuke followed behind obediently like a Stand made of flesh and blood, his expensive shoes clicking on the floor. Josuke’s spending habits were a bit off, and he’d be the first to admit it. He rubbed his hands together, heat brushing against his tips briefly before disappearing in the Fall air. “Let’s eat!”

[aureoprincipe]

      A little pout left the mafia prince's lips  --of course he knows since he doesn't eat anything different, he wanted to add, a little sarcasm stinging his tongue, but nothing of what he thought went outside the barrier his lips were, the nastiness being pushed as he also knew how the other's tastes were different from his own. 

      But it was Josuke, after all --the person who seemed to know him better than anyone else in the world, the man who knew he preferred the warmth of a home and a friend by his side instead of the strictness of a restaurant and the complex taste of gourmet.

      The warmth of the prince's apartment greeted both with the tidy environment and and the scent of flowers so typical of the blonde, coat being removed and put aside, revealing the simple shirt and the pair of pants the man was wearing --always so fashionable, always so flawless even when he could allow himself to be more relaxed.

      « You know where things are --I am sure you don't want me to help you, right? » His voice ringed a delicate laugh, the lightness of the air around them bringing the serenity they indeed needed.

[aureoprincipe]

[ CA EVENT ] m y t h o s ; mista&.giorno&.josuke

I. aureoprincipe II.tetraphobicpassione III.diamxndskies

      Dark was what enveloped his sky nuanced orbs, the thickness of the abyss coiling on the concrete and making the ceiling itself difficult to see. Headache stomped on him immediately, pupils moving, trying to focus and adapt themselves to the evident lack of proper light that place seemed to have. Groans left his lips, gloved hands massaging his temples as he tried to recollect himself, to assimilate the datas and make his brain work despite the constant pounding tormenting him. The pain he was feeling, he noticed -it seemed amplified, stretched, bizarrely so. As if it wasn't something concerning himself alone, linked to something else by red threads acting like chains. He felt strained somehow, a whisper running under his ears, forcing him to shake his head, looking around, looking for something or someone able to make his suspects decline.

      For a moment, a sincere moment, Giorno thought about a dream --lucid ones, vivid ones, those so hard to push behind his back and always able to add little scars to the ones tormenting him--, but he knew, he knew that wasn't a dream at all. The experiences in the city helped him understanding when something was a product of his overstressed mind or from the hands of the scientists keeping him and the other citizens in that technological golden cage.

      « Merda. » Italian accent seethed with frustration unable to be held back or hidden, gloved fingers running away from massaged temples, dedicating themselves to revive the rebellious mane made of gold, donating caresses to the pale, apparently fragile neck, pressure of thumbs focusing on that birthmark, that mark of destiny so hated and loved by the heir of the Brando and Joestar bloodlines. Orbs of azure spent another minute seeking something familiar in the proximity as the figure of the mafia prince lifted himself from the dirty soil --the shine of a Stand, a bullet flying, horrendous hats or familiar pompadours. Anything he could say to know, anything he could say to be able to fight.

      And here it was.

      « What the hell. . . Mista? »

[aureoprincipe]

outofpassione: { GUESS WHO SPENT THIS WHOLE WEEK STUDYING FOR ONE OF HER EXAMS AND ALSO WORKING ON THE PASSIONE SIDEBLOG AND TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THE WHOLE FIGHT FOR POWER AND THE EVENT? YES, DAS ME.

btw for the event, Giorno will 110% team up with Mista. If Bruno, Josuke or someone else wants to join, shoot me an ask! }

[aureoprincipe]

outofpassione: { ugh why making cittajobs related blogs must be so h a r d  }

[aureoprincipe]

      « Very mature, I daresay. »

[jamdoctorate]

mafioso in da house (w/ giorno)

[jamdoctorate]

  "An army doctor," John responded. "I feel like I don’t fit anywhere else but the ER."

The will of a Stand User burned bright within Watson. If only the presence of a Stand User brought out latent Stand powers! Instead, Giorno would only be left with that bit of pressure Stand Users were known for. John’s willpower was much beyond a regular person, no doubt…

…It took an extraordinary amount of willpower to survive in the life of the Holmes brothers, after all.

"Organisation?" John questioned before tilting his head to the side, crossing his arms. "You don’t need to worry about my personal safety." He slid open his coat to reveal the BB gun nestled in the space in-between his arm and chest. "I’m well-versed in arms."

"Help, though… I hope you are doing charity work."

[aureoprincipe]

      « I understand --there are places we do belong, willing or not, after all. Sometimes we're just too stubborn and unable to accept the idea of being caged --it's part of the human nature, after all. »

      There was pride glimmering in the azure hues of the prince --pride brought by Passione, his family and army, the only thing that seemed to be truly able to follow him everywhere. It was the pride he imagined shining so wholeheartedly within the eyes of a parent --a gaze he definitely doesn't know, for obvious reasons indeed.

      « Primarly we're mafia. » He started, gaze already studying eventual reactions coming from the one in front of him. « But we do not deal with drug and organ dealing anymore --those things have been banished since I started ruling the organization eleven years ago. Since that day, Passione has been devoted exclusively to protection --bodyguards and little groups of people monitoring clients, weaponry delivery, things like that. »

[sasuisgay]

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[klonoa410]

[sasuisgay]

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[didnothingwrong]

Alright, so if we were to take the Hive City map and sort it by occupancy after the war it would look something like…

REFERENCES

Sectors 001-004

Sector 005

Sector 006

[aureoprincipe]

outofpassione: { friendly reminder that, thanks to diamond is unbreakable and the novel dead man's questions, it has been confirmed that stand users can definitely interact with ghosts. so whoever died is free to contact giorno because such kind of interaction would be hella cool tbh

besides that, i'm going to lurk a little since it's 3am here and i should go to sleep soon --and the first thing im going to do tomorrow is passione's sideblog/page along with a few replies }

[jamdoctorate]

"I wonder what Giorno would look like in Westwood…" Much better than Morifarty, he assumes.

[aureoprincipe]

      You asked for it, Johnny.

[icegiant]

[aureoprincipe]

[aureoprincipe]

      « Mi stai prendendo per il culo? »

[diamxndskies]

  "I’ll help in any way I can."

[aureoprincipe]

      « Thank you, Josuke. Your support and aide will be always loved by Passione and I. People of Sector 004 need protection --and we will deliver said protection with the best of our abilities. »