#cernieracapo

[roleplaypositivitea-blog]

This is for three specific people who I could not function without on this site: @suozagara​, @cernieracapo, and @perobscurxus. You guys all know who this is. Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being my ride or dies. Thank you for making me smile every single day. I am so blessed. I hope we have many years in front of us. You are all three genuine and good people, better than so many of us deserve.

[suozagaraarchive]

@cernieracapo

☁ It wasn’t unusual to see Narancia anywhere from moderately bored to downright frustrated when dealing with his math studies. Sure, he intended to complete his schooling but that sure as hell didn’t mean he had to like it. Especially not the long division.

                 God, and he thought multiplication was a pain in ass!

His mind wandered, as did his eyes. Fugo was - thankfully - nowhere in sight to chastise him so he might as well allow himself the distraction. It wasn’t long before his attention zeroed in on their leader; the man as quiet and still somehow as impressive as he’d always been. He spent a good length of time tapping his pencil against his worksheet, contemplating on a way to rope the man into a conversation or anything else that might excuse him from his work.

“... Hey, Buccellati, it’s been kinda quiet lately. Don’t you think things feel sorta too still? Usually, you got everyone running some jobs...” If that didn’t spark a conversation, maybe it’d inspire Buccellati to put Narancia’s skills to better work! Honestly, the youth would much rather that over another worksheet.

[musaesidereum]

@cernieracapo

"--You’re proving yourself to be quite a reliable man, my Bucciarati.” Diavolo’s voice came from behind the aforementioned man, quiet but powerful enough to fill the silence in the air. He had yet to emerge from the shadows, his features bathed in darkness. “Going above and beyond what is required of you. You’ve brought my daughter to me--unscathed and unharmed. And you stand there, waiting, almost as if you desire something for your service to me.”

[musaesidereum]

@cernieracapo

--Barely a day had passed by since the boy’s body had been retrieved by his subordinates and delivered to Buccellati, the one who had found the boy to be recruited. Every part of the boy’s body had been mangled, save for his face and his hair, both of which had been left untouched by anything other than blood. It was a message--a warning that loyalty to Passione must be absolute.

Diavolo questioned Buccellati’s loyalty. Though he was a trusted member, one that Pericolo and Polpo both praised as efficient and diligent, Diavolo’s suspicions were founded! The man had recruited a traitor, someone who had been determined to find Diavolo’s identity and destroy his famiglia from the inside out!

This is the fate that awaits you, if you stand against me. Will you remain loyal? Diavolo’s words had been neatly printed upon a note, which had been tucked within the boy’s folded and stiffened hands.

[musaesidereum]

@cernieracapo

"--Ah, Bruno. Wait a second.” Fugo approached his leader, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket to rub at his cheek for a moment. He pulled the cloth away, the formerly clean fabric now stained with rusted and dried blood.