That's when you lose the fight.

I'm Colonello, kora! I have different titles, but you might know me as the Rain Arcobaleno. My Motto? Hard work is good, but never be afraid to relax every once in awhile, kora! If you need something don't be afraid to ask, kora!

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OOC;

I'm alive ^^.

I'm so sorry I've been on such a long, long hiatus TT^TT. I just don't have the time right now. School is being.....schooley >.>

Anyways, I hope to talk to you all soon.

-<3 Nello's mun

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geniusarcobaleno:

“H-Hey…”

For a jock, this guy was a bit of a softie. It didn’t… Verde certainly wasn’t expecting this. “P-please don’t be upset- I mean, you seem r-really cool and probably popular and strong-” Okay, try not to sound like you have a crush on the guy Verde, sheesh. “Y-yeah! The COMSUBIN are very strong and- Oh! I know that it said in a couple of the files- we’re all a part of something called the ‘strongest Seven’ and the ‘Arcobaleno’… I don’t know what that means though, but it sounds kinda promising..” He smiled, really trying to cheer the other up.

“A-ah-” He couldn’t help but glance away at the mention of how attractive the one named “Lal Mirch” was. Although that didn’t mean he disagreed- it was pretty obvious by how red his cheeks were turning that he and Colonello were not so different. “I think you two are a couple, I mean, I read in another thing that you two were really close and it’s kinda obvious. Ah…I-irritating?” He mumbled, the blush still present as he looked at a certain leather clad stuntman. Hopefully this wouldn’t be noticed. “I already bumped into that one- Viper! He’s nice, well, a bit of a prick, but we had a lot in common! Though apparently I don’t get along with the hitman…”

Oh dear- Verde really wasn’t used to this..Not at all. He was expecting the worse honestly- something along the lines of the other rubbing his knuckles into his scalp or- “A-ah, yeah-” He tapped at the arm with a frown, still nervous about the other. “W-wait…great? Y-you think-” Oh dear. Here came the stammering and stuttering, and the other’s normally pale face turning beet red.

“Y-you think I’m great? I haven’t… But I haven’t even d-done anything a-and you just me me… I’m not..”

"You think I'm cool, kora?" Colonello smirked at the other. "Hehe, I think you're cool too. We really do have lot's in common, kora."

"Wait..kora" Colonello blushed a little. "So she is with me?"

It was normally easy for jocks to score girls, and it wasn't hard for Colonello, per say. It's just that all the girls that displayed interest in him, he never really was interested back. All of them were too easy to read. Too girly, too peppy. One touch and they say "Oww~ that hurt~" What a bunch of wusses.

But this one. His "teacher", she didn't seem easy to read at all. And she did look tough. Quite, in that matter.

Colonello's face lit up as he let out a big "YES!", and did somewhat of a happy/ courage dance.

"Well, of course you're great, kora! You've only been here for such a short time I'm sure, and you already know so much! If that's not great, I don't know what is, kora."

Colonello rested his hands on his own hips and smiled. "Plus, you're pretty calm. Seeing the way I lost it when I first got here, you seemed prepared for it, kora."

"I think that's pretty great, kora."

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greedylittlevariababy:

The indigo haired teen nodded, and put the pastry back in the box. “Time travel, or something of the like happened to quite a few people recently. Including a scientist we both wind up meeting later on.” He said, cheeks going pink just a bit over the compliment. “I wound up running into the guy earlier and there were files of a handful of people, you and myself included.” He offered up, taking a quick glance about. The area was pretty much deserted, and run down with no one in sight, though that may have also been because of the time of night. “There was a bit of information on you, including your verbal tick as well as the training you go through.” The esper mentioned, willing himself to maintain his height while he casually crossed his legs indian style, floating in mid air. If the guy freaked out, then oh well. He’d get a bit of amusement out of that. Since they worked together in the future,  the guy couldn’t be too repulsed by his abilities.

This guy was amazing. He said things like "time travel" and "future" so normally like it was an everyday thing. But the jock guessed that "time travel" or something of the sort would be the only thing that could explain this messed up phenomenon that got him caught here in the first place. 

"Time travel, kora..." He said more to himself than the other as his face fell deep in thought. "I guess that's...possible..." He tapped his chin. He always heard about it in one of his classes but....he never thought it would actually happen, especially not to him.

"And there's some kind of file on me, kora? Training? For what, kora? And what vocal tick, kora?" Again, he was talking more to himself than the other. Just trying his best to sum up everything and make sense out of it.

"So I came from the past, to the future, kora. Because time travel is-!"

The blonde-headed teen fell back on to the ground as he witnessed another thing that was blowing his mind.

"H-how- are you- doing that, kora?!" He questioned as he watched the other, again, casually float in the air like it was normal.

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-The Magician’s Doll smirked beneath the mask he displayed, and like a “lost little boy”, he held onto the teen’s hand, fear glistening in that fake expression of his, and pointed to the direction on the right.-

T-that way, mister. We have to hurry, or my mommy will be sad, and I don’t want to see her sad!!

-He tugged obnoxiously on the sleeves of the jacket that teen was wearing just to get him on his nerves. And he had no idea where he was going, by the way. The sneaky little magician just wanted this Arcobaleno look-alike to go on a goose-chase.-

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Colonello started to feel bad. Maybe he shouldn’t have been mean to him. He was just a lost little boy looking for his mommy. And who knew? Maybe this little boy was just as lost as Colonello felt.

He tried his best to ignore the tugging on his jacket.

“Tolerate, tolerate, kora.” He told himself as he began walking in the direction that the boy said his mother was.

After about 30 seconds, he just couldn’t take it anymore, and decided to propose a different idea.

“Okay kid,” he leaned down on one knee and looked the little boy in the eyes with the best smile he could try to put together,” Hooows about, I put you on my back, huh?”

He turned to make his back face the boy, “This way, we’ll get to your mommy sooner?”

Nello was tough. It would probably feel like nothing was on his back anyways. All that training on the field really does help.

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-Oh? So this is what kids call “piggy-back rides”, ne? With a certain thought he had in mind, Gingerbread smirked at the naive teen but hopped on his back.-

That sounds like a good idea!! Yay, let’s go, mister~!!!!

-He wrapped his arms around the teen’s shoulders, making sure that the grip could straggle him if he pulled his arms back. And that was what he did.

Naive, naive, paa!

Gingerbread was just going to be a handful for this boy… and the magician didn’t care.-

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"Okay! I'll make sure we find your mom, kora!" He began to run in the direction he was told. Hopefully the faster he ran, the faster he would find this boy's mother.

He ran down the streets, sprinting. It really felt good to be thinking about something other than the messed up thing that had just taken place. Him focusing on this boy made it so much easier for him to get. Even if only for a few seconds.

"Is that her over there, kora?!" He yelled through the wind as he turned the corner and saw a woman who looked quite a bit like this boy.

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geniusarcobaleno:

Thank god he was friendly. It was surprising Verde wasn’t told to shut up yet after his babbling about what he thought was going on- “Y-yeah..” Wait, what was that supposed to mean? Who were these ‘Packers’ and ‘Giants’? It was one of those rare cases where Verde was confused.

“…S-sure..” He slowly began to smile back at the other, happy to see that he was no longer bothered. It almost seemed like the boy had been crying. Something which he’d never expect from such a macho-looking guy. Oh, but that hand wasn’t well received. It wasn’t entirely Verde’s fault, but once again, there was a wince and a small hiss under his breath. Underneath that mess of green needles were more bruises, as well as a couple of cuts. An accidental bit of static couldn’t help but be zapped at the other. Nothing more than what one could’ve gotten from petting an animal too much or running their fingers through hair on a windy day. “Ah- sorry-! W-wait…you think…we’re friends?” They were already friends it seemed- it was so bizarre…

“Y-yeah,” He slowly began to smile. “The indigo haired guy in the picture- he’s here as well! Same with people he knows-” Oh god that look. It actually caused Verde to once again jump before staring back at a pair of bright blue eyes. “M-M’not really sure… I was going to go buy groceries before stumbling into you..Eh?” Ooh, right… “Well- from what I read you join COMSUBIN- it’s a section of the Italian Navy and that one,” He reached over and pointed to a rather intimidating woman, “s-she’s your teacher I think. Then this guy is a hitman- he’s a stuntman, a martial artist, an illusionist, a ‘shaman’, and that one is me!” He grinned. Verde actually really enjoyed the though of being such a powerful scientist. “I even have a lab and everything-!”

He let out a sigh after listening to everything. So he joined the Navy? It wasn't what he was hoping for but maybe there was a good reason for him doing it? He turned away from Verde to wipe a tear from his eye. How could all his work go to waste?

The blue-eyed teen tried his best to ignore his feelings as he faced Verde again, though it was obvious that his happy demeanor depleted a little bit. Then he let off a soft smile to try and reassure the other that he was okay. He could cry later, when he was safe at home.

"So, I joined the navy, kora," He said as he looked at the picture again, "I better be some kind of hero, hehe." He tried his best to laugh, but it must have gotten a little stuck in his throat.

"Ahem," He straightened his jacket collar, "Anyways, I wonder why we're together with these people."

He pointed to the woman who was supposed to be his "teacher".

"So that's my teacher?" He smirked. "Damn, she's hot, kora. She must end up being my girl in the future, huh?" He elbowed Verde softly in his side. "Oh, and that guys a stuntman, huh?" Colonello squinted at the picture of the man who looked like he wore make-up and too much leather. "........He looks irritating. And so does that guy with the shady eyes, kora." He scanned the picture even longer...

"Man, we just look like a bunch of weirdos put together, kora! KAHAHAHAHA!" His laugh echoed through the streets as he put an arm around Verde's neck.

"But you have you're own lab, kora? WOW. You must be really great in the future! Even greater than you are now, kora!"

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The blonde-haired jock caught himself before his face could meet the pavement. He felt pieces of the door cut into his tear-streaked face.

“Now what?!” He thought to himself as he wiped the small scratches of blood from his face, and stood to his feet to face whoever or…

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Colonello facepalmed. This is exactly what he didn’t want to do. He always got stuck in things like this, and this was exactly why the boys on the team called him “sweetheart”.

He wiped his face again, ignoring the stinging, then sighed.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt. Do you know where you last saw your mommy, kora?”

He irritatedly took the boys hand.

“This is just unfair. And now, I have to help some damn kid find a home in a place I don’t even know, kora.” He complained in his head.

“Okay, so which way, kora?”

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-The Magician’s Doll smirked beneath the mask he displayed, and like a “lost little boy”, he held onto the teen’s hand, fear glistening in that fake expression of his, and pointed to the direction on the right.-

T-that way, mister. We have to hurry, or my mommy will be sad, and I don’t want to see her sad!!

-He tugged obnoxiously on the sleeves of the jacket that teen was wearing just to get him on his nerves. And he had no idea where he was going, by the way. The sneaky little magician just wanted this Arcobaleno look-alike to go on a goose-chase.-

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Colonello started to feel bad. Maybe he shouldn't have been mean to him. He was just a lost little boy looking for his mommy. And who knew? Maybe this little boy was just as lost as Colonello felt.

He tried his best to ignore the tugging on his jacket.

"Tolerate, tolerate, kora." He told himself as he began walking in the direction that the boy said his mother was.

After about 30 seconds, he just couldn't take it anymore, and decided to propose a different idea.

"Okay kid," he leaned down on one knee and looked the little boy in the eyes with the best smile he could try to put together," Hooows about, I put you on my back, huh?"

He turned to make his back face the boy, "This way, we'll get to your mommy sooner?"

Nello was tough. It would probably feel like nothing was on his back anyways. All that training on the field really does help.

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greedylittlevariababy:

The much smaller boy rolled his eyes. “I could tell, you ran around the block about five times or so. And luckily it was just the one I was picking out at the time that was ruined.” He said, shrugging the incident off.

He was much more interested on the boy in front of him, than on getting the money back from the guy. Maybe later though. “Tell me, you name wouldn’t happen to be Colonello would it?” He asked suddenly. The guy looked a lot younger, but really that didn’t mean anything if he had went through time as well.

“I’m guessing the reason for your little panic attack was because you suddenly appeared in a place that you have no knowledge of, huh? That’s been happening too much, I think.” The indigo haired teen said with a shrug. “Viper, by the way. Want a cannoli?” Opening up the small pink box, he grabbed out one of the unbroken treats with a piece of waxed paper and offered it to the jock.

He looked at the other in a bit of suspicion. How in the world did he know his name. And he ran the block five times?! He hadn't even noticed. He just listened to the other as he questioned him. Colonello had uneasy feelings about this one, until he brought up the part about "a place you have no knowledge of."

"YES! I am from a different place...or time, or something, kora! Have you gone through it too?!" His eyes widened as he felt reassured again. He'd feel so much better if he knew he weren't the only one.

"So you're Viper huh?" Despite how he came off as a bit shady, his name sounded cool.

"That's a pretty cool name, kora." He smiled at the other as he declined the cannoli he offered him.

"And yes, my name is Colonello," he looked at him up and down, "but how did you know that, kora?"

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rasifuck:

Things sure were a bit awkward lately, though nothing happened to the King yet- though a few of his ‘tenants’ were well…they were younger. Certainly something he was surprised to see a few days ago and quickly grew tired of the screaming and yelling pointless threats- so he covered the cages, put guards around the people incase- which he highly doubted- they escaped.

So what did he do? The man demanded Olgelt walk with him around the town, Rasiel wanting to get out of this place. It was driving him nuts.

The blonde glanced behind himself and up at the tall, dark man to speak- it really was the only time he looked at Olgelt. Aside from giving his usual look of disapproval when the butler tried telling him otherwise.

“We’re not going back tonight, you brought my needed items, ri-” When he noticed Olgelt’s eyes moving to someone that wasn’t his ‘master’s’, Rasiel quickly turned his head back to see a blonde curled against a door.

His feet stopped and the male’s head tiled, frowning for a moment. Confused? no. Pity? No, possibly curiosity is all and the King crouched infront of said teen, Olgelt frowned at Rasiel, but kept quiet until the next time he was spoken to.

“Ahh, and why are you sitting here? You’re clearly not homeless—” The edge of his lips twitched, no, this kid was filthy. And filthy as in nothing he’d want to be near, also meaning not being special enough to be spoken to by the lanky male. Well, wasn’t this his lucky day.

Colonello looked up to notice somebody new. Somebody who seemed quite out of place in this very busy city. He also looked a bit irritated. But he decided to answer. It wouldn't hurt would it? Even though his hair was covering his eyes, and he couldn't read the guy even if he tried.

He wiped his eyes.

"I'm alright, I'm just a little lost, kora." He mustered up his winners smile and stood to his feet to dust himself off.

Only to realize that a bigger man was standing behind the other. He looked like a butler.

"Whoa, this guy must have lots of money, kora." He thought as he got an even better look at the person in front him. "Well, he probably needs a lot of money for that kind of outdated wardrobe, kora. Even in my time..."

He let the thought leave. No judging. He was the one who just "poofed" into another dimension of some sort, and ran around like a lunatic.

"I-uh...hehe" He scratched the back of his head, "If I told you what happened to me you probably wouldn't believe me, kora."

"Thanks for asking though." He continued to smile.

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The blonde-haired jock caught himself before his face could meet the pavement. He felt pieces of the door cut into his tear-streaked face.

“Now what?!” He thought to himself as he wiped the small scratches of blood from his face, and stood to his feet to face whoever or...

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Colonello facepalmed. This is exactly what he didn't want to do. He always got stuck in things like this, and this was exactly why the boys on the team called him "sweetheart".

He wiped his face again, ignoring the stinging, then sighed.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt. Do you know where you last saw your mommy, kora?"

He irritatedly took the boys hand.

"This is just unfair. And now, I have to help some damn kid find a home in a place I don't even know, kora." He complained in his head.

"Okay, so which way, kora?"

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geniusarcobaleno:

“Ngh…” This kept happening! Why did he keep losing things- especially those glasses! He winced, having already a fair share of bruises and now have more, as well as insulting himself over the situation. Oh? Someone was helping though? Someone his age? This was a lovely turn of events, even though the blonde had looked more along the lines of one who’d pick on Verde in school.

“I- Th-Thank you…” He kept his head low, grabbing what he could before flinching at the other. Again, it was a habit. If he was truly worried, there would’ve been a small shock. “A-ah, thank you again-” He mumbled with a small flush, not entirely used to someone being that close to him. This was much better though. Things were actually shapes and not amorphous blobs. And this was the guy from the file! He must’ve changed as well! “I know who you are-!” Okay, way to be a creep.

“I-I mean, my name is Verde a-and-” He reached out and took the other’s hand, shaking it back, “I kinda…I can explain everything to you, Colonello. Well, not everything- b-but, um… lemme guess, you just sorta poofed here right? This is the future- um, you’re not the only one to be here either- myself and another have, and- Oh! Apparently my future self and you work together or somethin’.” Now, why in the name of all that exists would Colonello believe Verde? Who knows. He could just think of Verde as a rambling nutcase. At least until he pulled out a picture of them all. “U-um- h-here…I’ve been here for awhile now…” 

" Don't worry about it, kora!" He smiled with all his teeth as the other straightened himself off. Colonello was a bit caught off guard though, when Verde suddenly said that he knew him. Weird enough, it felt like he knew him too.

He wanted to say something, but before he could, Verde kept going on and on about things. The other was speaking so fast, Colonello didn't have time to say " You poofed here too, kora?!" or "So it really is the future?! I knew it! There's no way the Packers would ever make it to the Giants in my time, kora!" All that he could do was smile even bigger and bigger.

"Thank goodness," he thought, "I'm not alone, kora."

Colonello didn't think Verde was weird at all. He felt like he could relate to him, even though they seemed to be on opposite sides of the totem pole. He already believed Verde, but when he saw the picture of them, he couldn't help but rejoice. 

He reached over and rustled Verde's hair. Maybe harder than he should have. But he just couldn't help it. He was finally sure he wasn't crazy.

"I knew it, kora! We must be really good friends in this time or something, kora!"

He continued to smile as it felt like the world was lifted off of his shoulder.

"Thank goodness I'm not the only one!"

He grabbed Verde by the shoulders and looked him straight through the eyes. " Is there anything else you can tell me, Verde?! How long are we gonna be here, kora?! What about-"

Then he looked at the picture of him and a few others he hadn't seen before. He took the picture from Verde's hands and turned away from him. It seemed like his dreams were crushed as he studied the picture hard. Something was wrong.

"Hey, Verde..." He turned to face him a bit, "Can you tell me...why I'm wearing some kind of military suit in here, kora?"

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greedylittlevariababy:

Viper smiled as he walked down street, carrying a small box of baked goods he never had been able to afford because of his financial situation. That was of course, before he had found his future self’s wallet, and credit card.  He had been more than happy to withdraw a spare amount from the bank for pocket money when he got back, as well as went on a small spending splurge at places he had always wanted to shop at. Of course, he wasn’t as cheery as he was hours before, when he had woken up in a bed he didn’t remember getting into and getting bitten by a frog. But oh well. That was just a few trivial things. He was in the future, though no on would tell him a thing as to what he becomes. He had to pick out he was an assassin of some type for the mafia with the help of someone in the same situation as himself.

But, that was before, and this was now. Reaching into the small pink box, he grabbed for one of the cream filled pastries just as a much taller blonde ran smack dab into him, upturning his box of treats onto the sidewalk below. “Hey! Watch it!” He called out, turning to the teen much bigger than he. However, it didn’t seem that the other had listened and continued his pace rocketing through the streets. Shaking his head, he bent down to pick up the box and see what was salvageable, glad that most hadn’t left the box. Quickly picking up his bruised bounty, he shuffled towards the inside of the walkway closer to the buildings and feasted on one of his sweets.

He did have to raise an eyebrow as the kid raced past several times more, and had gotten curious enough to follow after it seemed the guy was starting to wear down. It wasn’t long after that he had watched the boy fully stop in front of a run down shop. He looked quite a bit like the blue eyed guy from the files he had gotten a look at in Japan the other day with Verde. “Hey, kid.” He called out, though, probably could’ve picked a better term considering how small he was compared to the blond hunched over into a ball. “You lost something? Or perhaps, it is you that is lost?”

He looked up, startled by the others voice. Boy did this one have a different demeanor. But Colonello tried to push that aside. He seemed like a nice person, and at least he cared enough to acknowledged the now lost jock that was curled in a pathetic ball.

The blonde stood up fast, trying his best not show his weak side. Which made no sense, because he still had to wipe his tears afterward. He sniffed, and let out a deep breath to calm his self as he turned to face the other and smiled.

" I think...I'll be alright now, kora." He said as he rubbed his own neck, still feeling a bit of a pulse in his ears. "Thanks, for asking."

As he put his hand back down, it ran across something sticky on his stomach. He finally noticed the cream that stuck to his white shirt.

"Where the hell did this come from, kora?" He questioned himself as he looked down at his shirt.

He looked back up to realize that the cream looked a lot like what this fellow here what eating. Then he looked at the box he was carrying. Uh-oh. He ran into him.

His eyes widened as he reached out to the other. "I-I'm so sorry, kora," He looked down at his shirt, " I was just a little panicked."

Scratching his head in embarrassment, he let out a small laugh.  "I guess I was moving too fast, kora. Oh!"

He reached into his pocket.

"Yes!" He thought, "My wallet!"

"Here! I'll go buy you a new batch of those...kora!" He said with a big smile.

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Colonello sat at his usual spot in the usual restaurant/ bar, with his usual piece of Turtle Pie in front of him. Tonight was just a bit different though. The bar was actually show casing a football game tonight. Highly unlikely for such a classy bar. But since the bar would be closing up soon and…

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-Gingerbread had nothing productive to do—there were no innocent or naive souls he could bother at this moment, so he let his feet take him to wherever it felt like, even though at this moment the Magician’s Doll had no idea where he was once he looked up, and he saw a old store before him. Hmm, well, it looked like a good place to mess around with, since he had all the time in the world. So Gingerbread lifted his foot and kicked the door, smirking as it broke off of its hinges.- 

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The blonde-haired jock caught himself before his face could meet the pavement. He felt pieces of the door cut into his tear-streaked face.

"Now what?!" He thought to himself as he wiped the small scratches of blood from his face, and stood to his feet to face whoever or whatever it was that just caused so much racket.

He was startled when he realized that it was not some over-sized man looking to cause trouble, it was actually a little boy. Then, he didn't know what had caused the hit to the door in the first place. Of course, it wasn't this little pipsqueak in front of him.

"Hey kid, what are you doing here? It's dangerous, kora. So just go run home to your mom."

Maybe if here were mean, the kid would just run away. He'd had enough for the last 10 confusing minutes of his life. The last thing he needed was to take some lost kid home, especially when he didn't even know where his own was.

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Colonello sat at his usual spot in the usual restaurant/ bar, with his usual piece of Turtle Pie in front of him. Tonight was just a bit different though. The bar was actually show casing a football game tonight. Highly unlikely for such a classy bar. But since the bar would be closing up soon and…

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Verde was starting to grow used to this time- it helped knowing he wasn’t the only one who had…for lack of better words, “poofed” into the future. But he already knew what was going on, what happened to him years from now, and hell, he made a friend already with someone extremely talented. A vagabond illusionist who, albeit a bit of a prick, was not a bad guy.

Ah, there was one disappointing thing. His future self had a lack of food. Or more so, lack of food that was drug free. There was some, but he was no cook. Hell, the brownies even smelled a bit…odd. At least the city was fun to explore, so long as he had a map and a few other things. Okay, so he was carrying excess things; different books and files, things he wanted to read as he snacked. Besides, he found an emergency card attached to the note from his older self, this was bound to happen.

Of course he was still as clumsy as ever, juggling both the books and papers, while reading a map. It was only natural he’d stumble or almost crash into things. Or even trip over his own shoelaces and spill nearly everything he was carrying. It wasn’t entirely his fault- the blonde kid looked eerily familiar! Like the one in the “Arcobaleno” files…Like the army guy…

“Ack- Oh no- sh-shit…” He quickly began to stack the papers- or better the blur of papers until feeling around for a pair of glasses that always seemed to fall off. 

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Colonello was startled out of his confused state as he heard someone and somethings fall onto the ground in front of him. He wiped his tears fast with his jackets sleeve. Boys don't cry. Especially not jocks at the top of their game. Then he put a smile on his face, and put aside the fact that the boy who just tripped was carrying a bunch of stuff that made no sense. Who carries books with them out of school anyways?

Aside from that, he smiled. This fellow teenager gave off a comforting feeling. Like they had met before.

"Here, let me help you, kora." He began to gather the books up.

After picking up the books and papers and whatever else there was, he noticed the glasses.

"Ah, here ya go." He fixed it on top of the others nose, then straightened it to make sure he could see better. "That should help, kora." He smiled at the other.

"I'm Colonello. It's nice to meet you, kora!" And he stuck out his firm hand, ready to give the others hand a nice shake.

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Football and Turtle Pie

Colonello sat at his usual spot in the usual restaurant/ bar, with his usual piece of Turtle Pie in front of him. Tonight was just a bit different though. The bar was actually show casing a football game tonight. Highly unlikely for such a classy bar. But since the bar would be closing up soon and the bartenders secret love was football, it was on the channel.

The game made him reminisce of his teenage years as he took another bite of his pie. It used to be his passion. A little bit of it still was. But under certain circumstances, he ended up in the army, the mafia more even. A jock of the underworld.

His face turned sour as one of the players fumbled a ball.

"Ouch. That's a pretty good game going on there, kora." He said as the bartender came towards his side of the counter cleaning a glass.

"You bet." The bartender said. "You played before?" He asked Colonello, knowing that he was built for the game.

Colonello laughed as he took another bite of his pie. "Just a bit. When I was younger, kora."

"Oh, I see. One of them high school jocks. You musta been a hell of a player when you were a younge-"

The bartender's words were cut off when the man he was previously talking to was suddenly enveloped out of no where with smoke. He dropped the glass as he pulled away from the counter. 

"H-hey! Are you alright?!" He coughed as he came back to his senses and tried to shew the smoke away from the blonde-head.

As the smoke began to clear, the bartender slowly backed away from him. That, was most certainly the man that was sitting in front of him earlier. Yet, certainly not. He looked younger, a bit shorter. What. The hell. Just. Happened.

The young teenager let out a few coughs as he himself shewed the smoke away. "What the hell?" cough "What's going on, kora?"

The first thing he saw was the football game. He rubbed his eyes.

"The Giants versus the Packers, kora? NO WAY!"

Then the teenage boy realized he wasn't at home. He wasn't where he was supposed to be. Everything felt wrong. Everything felt out of place. He looked down at the turtle pie. He hadn't even seen a slice of pie before. He looked at his surroundings. Definitely not a place for a teenager. He looked at the man over the counter who's face was in horror. Then he looked at his own hands. The only thing that made sense.

"What just-!" He was about to question the bartender, but he shrieked and ran out the back door.

His heart started to pound and his pulse raised through his ears. This was very scary.

"What going on?! Someone tell me what's going on, kora?!" He screamed to himself.

Then he lifted off of his chair in confusion, and headed straight down the alley, back out to the main street.

He ran. No, he sprinted. He didn't know this place. He tried looking around for something familiar, but he definitely did not know this place. He slammed into people and didn't even bother to say sorry. He circled around a few times. Still nothing. 

Then he finally decided to stop. His breath came fast as he stopped in front of an old shutdown store and leaned against it's door. He put a hand to his head that was covered with sweat and tried to focus. But he was just so confused.

His back followed the door to the floor as he curled up in a ball and buried his head in the security of his arms. He gave up. And just sat there.

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“Colonello? Is that you?” Iemitsu grinned. 

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[The baby grinned back.]

"Iemitsu huh? It's been a long time, kora."

[He flexed his small right arm and hit his baby biceps with his left hand.]

Hopefully not too long. I don't want you getting rusty on me, kora.