Hidden King

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PERMANENT PLOTTER CALL

{lotta other ppl were doin this so i figured i’d give it a shot too! these are gonna b a wee bit different than your average options for what to have the plots be about due to diavolo’s nature but i hope it’s something people are interested in anyway! but regardless, by liking this post i will send you an im and we can plot out what will happen and then i will write the starter!

enemies: this is, frankly, one of the easiest paths to take as diavolo naturally dislikes most people. his arch nemesis spot is sadly already taken, but you can easily enter his bad side no problem.

business partner: diavolo ran the most powerful mafia back home with a hugely profitable drug route. he would love to gain back some of that power he had and be running things, so if your muse has a similar interest, hit him up. he’ll begrudgingly get along with them in order to succeed.

“friends”: this fool has no friends. they’re more like acquaintances, and he will lie to them without remorse to hide who he really is. if you want your muse to have a fake friend go for it. maybe he’ll make an actual friend or two from the experience.

“lovers”: similar to the former, he has had a partner before, but was not up front about his identity in the slightest. falling in love isn’t impossible for him, but it would take a lot of effort and time, as well as a ton of hoops to jump through and deciphering some lies. still an option and would be the closest thing to making him rethink some of how he operates.

do you want to fucking die: like for real. do you want to perish. diavolo has got you covered. his stand’s and his own physical strength is above average and he can easily kill your muse. he doesn’t let anyone know who he is without killing them after, so killing is like breathing to him. this can easily tie into any of the other plots as well.

also open to suggestions if you have something specific in mind!}

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pazifica:

“Not quite afterlife, but not life, either. More of a purgatory. A place where the logic of our living realm is thrown to the wind and our characters are tested.”

As odd as the man was, he was already proving easier to deal with than some of the others that had been bothering her so far.

“…What do you mean by that, though? By virtue of you being here… what is so special about you? Aside from your hair.”

“Odd as that is, I have already seen stranger.”

He was already itching from the inside out about having given her some minimal information on himself. She’d gotten such a good look at him as well, were it not broad daylight he never would have let it get this far. That was luck on her own part---but he would stay fast in trying not to reveal his name or anything else.

“My hair is fine,” it was all he was willing to answer at the moment, giving a thought to what she’d said about purgatory. No, that wasn’t right. Purgatory was still an entrapment. He was stuck in life and death, continually repeating, feeling all the pain and all the suffering. It was a fate worse than death, and it wasn’t any sort of purgatory either.

It was simply his fate.

“It’s not purgatory. It’s life. Were I to snap your arm you’d feel all the pain. It’s as simple as that.”

“As to what’s special about me... that’s none of your concern nor business.”

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pazifica:

“…Is that so.”

Admittedly, she wasn’t looking too closely at the man’s body. She’d made a habit of not paying too much attention to such things as of late.

“There is one down that way… but you know, your home should have some food in it. That, and a working fridge, at the very least. I would say most of what is in these stores has either been taken or spoiled…”

Strange. Why was it that others still had to eat, if she didn’t?

“…But at least you admit you died. You would not believe how many of the others are still in denial.”

Looking over to where she’d instructed, he gave a ‘hm’ in acknowledgement, noting to check it out despite what she had said about it being spoiled. There might be some canned or dry goods that he could work with.

“There was, but it doesn’t replenish once it’s been used,” he responded, looking back over at her. “At least it hasn’t been from what I have noted. Otherwise the people that share my space are eating more than their share.”

At the comment of admitting he died, his lips drew a thin line. It wasn’t as simple as ‘dying’. And to him, it sounded like she was the one in denial.

“If you think this is some sort of afterlife, you’re wrong. I haven’t been granted that luxury---by my virtue of being here it means this is life, and you are alive. If anyone is in denial, it’s you.”

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@nefarious-corvid

Well. This was the strangest thing he’d seen in this city.

He wasn’t sure if it was a person or a large scale toy, but it seemed more modern than what should be hanging around in this city. Whatever it was it was standing particularly still as well. Curious, he walked up to it, grabbing one of the arms and lifting it up to inspect. Moved pretty normally, was a little heavy. He tried to twist it a certain way, seeing if it would, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Hm, I guess it’s a bit stuck.”

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@wingedlorelei

This city was a hazard zone if he’d ever seen one. So far he’d been lucky enough not to get killed by a falling piece of rubble that had the audacity to fall near him. He was still particularly on edge about the possibility of being killed and being sent somewhere else in this godforsaken cycle he was stuck.

But if for right now it was maybe broken, just for a second, he should start gaining information.

Keeping the blanket he grabbed when he first entered the city around himself like a hooded shawl, he tried to learn anything he could be simply walking around. He stayed far away from both the hole and the fog that reached the edges of the city, not wanting to test fate in such a way. Still around the outskirts of the city, he spotted someone else walking around. Shifting the blanket to cover more of his face, he approached, letting his hand drop heavily onto her shoulder to get her attention.

“Do you know anything about this city, such as, where it is?”

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pazifica:

As though the hair and makeup wasn’t bad enough, this man saw fit to strut about town wearing nothing but a blanket? Revolting. Why did he have to choose her, of all people?

“Everything is in ruins right now, but some of them still have goods inside. For instance, clothes.”

It was most likely in her best interest to approach this situation as herself, and not under the guise of Paz. After all, who knew what this man was capable of.

“Most newcomers have at least that much when they arrive. Just what were you doing to die in the nude? Actually, do not answer that. I do not want to know.”

“I have clothes on under the blanket,” he stated flatly, frown forming on his face. “And how I died is of no concern to you. Especially since I’m alive now.”

Shifting the blanket a bit, he had to contemplate his options here. There wasn’t really a reason for him to continue to engage with the girl---especially when she was proving to be a nuisance. But something about her seemed to give the idea there was more than meets the eye.

Not to mention her crude remarks toward his dress were hypocritical at best given the small amount she was wearing.

“I know everything is in ruins. Just point me to one of the stores that actually has something edible inside of it.”

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@pazifica

Being an actual human taking care of a living body was unfortunate. When he and Doppio were attached, he could simply care for himself that way, going out as the other to buy groceries and house supplies. Now he was stuck on his own, and the hunger pains couldn’t exactly be ignored any longer. Unfortunate that where he was staying wasn’t capable of restocking on food by itself.

Wrapping the blanket he had around himself tighter, he headed to the store, ignoring the itch of prying eyes. He was well aware that with this blanket he stuck out more---which frankly was stupid. From quick glances he could see other people clad in armor or even in barely nothing at all. He shouldn’t be the showcase here. Regardless, he ignored the other people around him the best he could, simply trying to find a grocery store.

It wasn’t going well.

“Excuse me,” he muttered, reluctantly deciding to ask for directions, covering himself as much as he could.

“Do you know where a supermarket is?”

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{let’s do a starter call then—like this for a starter, cap is 3!}

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A new cycle || intro

This place... it was absolutely deserted. It was something new for the cycle he was stuck in, but he knew that the outcome would be the same. He kept curled in on himself, not even bothering to stand as he looked around at the rebuilding of rubble. There weren’t really people driving around or fixing things, but rather shadows moving to and fro. Somehow, this was a bit comforting, knowing that none of them were scratching at him with their eyes, boring into his skin with their gaze.

There was a screech next to him as a car stopped and his head whipped around to look.

Immediately, he wanted to cover himself. It wouldn’t matter much since he was cursed to die regardless, but even still, the fewer that knew his face, the better. The door to the car was open, and a smiling cab driver was welcoming him to ‘Spirale’, ushering him to come in. With great hesitance, he decided to enter, staying in the back seat and leaned against the door in order to make an escape if needed. When he was settled, the driver pulled off, explaining that he was taking him to his accommodations and that his stand was limited. Not that such really mattered right now.

It would never matter. The outcome would be the same.

Still, he noted it, eyes lazily looking out the window as the hole he was next to slowly disappeared from the view. After that he let his focus lay on the car, noticing a blanket left in the back seat. Carefully grabbing it, he wrapped it around himself, covering as much of himself as he could. It would do, for now. At the least he was getting a room to stay in.

After a bit the car slowed to a stop, and he was instructed that this was where he was staying.

“Is that so,” he muttered, leaning over the front seat, grabbing the driver’s head with his right arm.

“Thank you for the service... It won’t be needed anymore.”

With a swift movement, he called out King Crimson, having the stand crush the driver’s skull. Quickly rescinding it, he noted that he had 19 more minutes for the day, knowing he’d need to use them later on. Still, if he had a chance to turn this fate around and defeat death, he was taking it.

Stepping out of the car, he wrapped himself up tighter before heading inside.

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{let’s do a starter call then---like this for a starter, cap is 3!}

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DIAVOLO

strong motherfucker

kept his mother under his floorboards as a kid (not sure how he got her out of prison to do this) then torched the place when the priest he was staying with found her killing them both

paranoid to a high degree

tried to kill his own daughter

ran the biggest mafia back in Naples until giorno showed up to RUIN that

has been stuck in an infinite death cycle, probably still thinks he’s stuck there

puts too much faith in his stand and how strong it is, though to be fair you won’t see him twice

sick tats

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