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Guido Mista blog affiliated with Citta Alveare Rank: Nobody Housing: t-1 Ability: Can summon Sex Pistols twice a day for 10 minutes a day and can control three bullets Weapon: BB Gun

[tetraphobia-blog]

The Artist Formerly Known As Capo || [closed; bururururu]

[bururururu]

Close was right. He could feel himself breaking into a cold sweat already. This was going to be incredibly difficult to maneuver, and he already felt like he was going to have to bail about partway through.

Or else just have to make excuses the plenty to get himself out of it.

“Guido Mista,” he repeated, as if he hadn’t already known the other’s name entirely too well.

“Well it’s…nice to meet you, Guido. Even if this is…entirely unorthodox?”

Yeah, he’d call it that. Some weird meeting over sweaters. He had absolutely no idea why the other was persistent on that. He didn’t know a fair amount about the traitors other than the basics really—actually he really just knew the other’s name and his stand.

Boy was this going to be some form of getting to know the enemy.

[tetraphobia-blog]

Mista noticed the other looked a little nervous, but chalked it up to his already jump demeanor. He should be more on guard, but why? He had no idea their old enemy was in the city, much less at a cafe with him at that moment. This was a pretty big mistake on Mista’s part, but you can’t spell mistake without Mista, anyways.

“Yeah, Guido Mista. Oh uh you can just call me Mista if you want, everyone else already does.”

Sitting down across from Doppio, he sipped at his coffee.

“So uh... I don’t think I actually got your name either, I just kinda dragged you in here. Sorry about that.”

[boneafideguardsman-blog]

Papyrus didn’t see anything wrong with the situation. This was simply a skeleton making conversation with a nearby human over food after all. What could possibly be odd about that? He stroked his chin, scrutinizing gaze gaining further disdain.

“THAT’S THE PECULIAR PART!” He declared, raising a finger. “MANY JUNK FOODS ARE MADE UP OF PERFECTLY HEALTHY INGREDIENTS, BUT THEN THEY HAVE THE HEALTHY SAPPED OUT OF THEM AND REPLACED WITH WRETCHEDNESS LIKE ‘TRANS FAT’! WHY DOESN’T ANYONE ELSE REALIZE HOW TERRIBLE THIS IS?!”

“AND NO, SANS IS FINE.” He answered, as though the other would understand him.

[tetraphobia-blog]

Everything could be odd with that but was that really the problem here? No, no it was not. The trouble was a poor soul out there was trying to argue with him about a pizza.

“Cooking is like magic you know, it turns healthy stuff into junk but it tastes good and all the healthy stuff is still there so what’s even the problem? It’s got all the stuff it needs and makes you wanna eat it so it’s good.”

“Also what the heck is a Sans and why would I know they’re okay?”

[tetraphobia-blog]

“Hey Giorno glad you got the gang up and running again. Now things can start feeling normal around here.”

[boneafideguardsman-blog]

“I DON’T UNDERSTAND IT.” He started, staring at the slice of cheesy pizza in the hands of the man before him.

“EVER SINCE I WAS TAKEN HERE I’VE SEEN NOTHING BUT YOU HUMANS SHOVE GOBS UPON GOBS OF DISGUSTING JUNK FOOD DOWN YOUR MOUTHS LIKE IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD!” He continued to scrutinize, staring at the melted cheese like it had called him names. “WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY ENJOY ABOUT SUCH GREASE AND… AND LACK OF NUTRITION???”

@tetraphobia

[tetraphobia-blog]

Mista looked back and forth between his pizza slice and the talking skeleton before him. Wait what the fuck a talking skeleton? Mista had seen the living dead but he’d never before seen the dead living! That was the weirdest shit. In fact, being startled by the skeleton almost made him drop his pizza.

“Dude it’s a pizza. It’s just a really delicious thing people love. It’s kinda like a sandwich but it’s open and it’s got like bread and cheese and fruit and stuff because tomato sauce is a fruit. Calm down though, whoa. It didn’t kill your family or anything right?”

He paused for a moment.

“If a pizza killed your family I am so sorry”

[sonochinosadameme-blog]

@tetraphobia

Due to recent events, he’d learned he had a son.

And through even more recent conversation, he learned said son had friends and other acquaintances in this city. He was given very little details about all of them, actually he was really just given names. That wasn’t exactly much to work with. Still, he’d try to find them as he was able.

While walking in the park, he spotted a young man that was… surrounded by small floating pieces of meat? That… that was weird, right? Maybe they were suspended…somehow… Walking over to the bench he was seated at, he did his best to look at the man rather than the floating meat.

“Excuse me,”

“Are…are you aware there is meat floating around you? I don’t know how, but…there is.”

[tetraphobia-blog]

Mista hadn’t heard anything from Giorno about his dad. Not one single thing. And if someone claimed to be Giorno’s dad someday he would probably believe it unless Giorno said otherwise.

Mista was sitting on a bench, bag of pepperonis in hand, sighing to himself.

“You aren’t even really fighting right now why do you eat so many pepperonis guys?”

His stand, Sex Pistols, was floating around him, each of the six small bullet children holding a pepperoni about the size of them. It made Mista wonder if Mista sized pepperoni existed.

He saw a large man approach him, probably the largest man he’d ever seen in his entire life, and listened to him talk with a voice much gentler than he’d expect from someone of that stature.

“Oh uh... it’s... weird to explain but... I have an ability some people can’t see that kinda manifests itself as six little dudes only people with other abilities can see. But sometimes they get pretty hungry and they really like pepperonis and I can’t just not feed em you know?”

[tetraphobia-blog]

Why does it smell so awful in here????? Gross.

“Uh you say that as if I haven’t showered recently and I’m pretty sure I have.”

[tetraphobia-blog]

The Artist Formerly Known As Capo || [closed; bururururu]

[bururururu]

“Y-yeah, molto bene…”

Trying his best to not show how nervous he was about this, he just nodded as the other mentioned a good cafe. He was fully aware of what the other was capable of as a stand user. The advantage here was his—not only did Mista not know he was the boss’ right hand, but he knew what to expect coming from him.

What he didn’t know was that the other had even less power than before, which meant he had an even greater advantage.

Following after him, he could feel his heart race in his chest from how nervous he was about this. Yeah, he was sent on missions all the time. That didn’t mean he was any less nervous during the beginning of them. He’d just have to calm down.

“So, Mi—”

“Mister, uh, what was your name again…?” Nice save.

[tetraphobia-blog]

Mista didn’t go around advertising the nerf that was put on his stand. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if he had told Fugo or Giorno yet about it. No matter though, he was still tough, he could still hold his own in a fight. He just currently wasn’t the Mista he used to be, a fact he intended to change.

Mista’s obliviousness could be, and probably would be, a downfall to him some day. It’s not often you invite an enemy of yours out for some coffee was it. Especially not knowing they were a threat at all.

Ordering his beverage and a snack, he paid and waited for Doppio to take a turn. It was nice to spend time with someone new. He heard the beginning of his name and looked over confused, until mister was uttered.

“Me? Guido Mista. You got it kinda close on accident.”

[aulifegiver]

@tetraphobia

One contact came to mind that had to be reached immediately. Even with fire and panicking pedestrians threatening to suffocate him, Giorno stayed calm, typing away. He was not one to be phased by things like this.

TO: Guido Mista FROM: Giorno Giovanna

[1/1] Tell me you’re not injured too heavily. We need to find a place to meet. I’m currently Sector 5 and I’m trying to find somewhere with higher ground. I’ll come to you if that’s easier.

[tetraphobia-blog]

There were strange things happening in this city. Earthquakes were shaking the very core of everything and Mista needed to get out, fast. But to where?

Almost as if his phone directly answered him, it chimed. It was Giorno, he could always trust Giorno!

To: Mi Capo From: Mista [TXT]: I’m not injured, don’t worry. Lets go to Sector 6 and meet up there then. I’m in Sector 1 and it’s dangerous, but 6 is right between us.

[tetraphobia-blog]

“Dammit, I never did ask Giorno where he got that pizza. Now I’m never gonna know! Anyone know where to get a slice around here?”

[tetraphobia-blog]

At your doorstep, you find a large, almost elegant looking box containing none other than margherita pizza. To be honest, the pizza looks nearly as gourmet as the box it comes in. There’s also a small box of chocolates and a card that reads:

Mista,

Happy Valentine’s Day. Now I know this isn’t a typical present, but I found a good place that was offering it and thought of you. I hope it’s to your liking - I certainly liked what I had. Have a good day today.

- Giorno Giovanna

The signature is loopy and professional looking.

Opening the box, the grin on Mista’s face couldn’t have grown any wider. This pizza looked amazing! And he was sure it was gonna taste amazing too! Plus it came with dessert? Giorno knew him well, only to be expected of the boss.

“Whooooa thanks Giorno, this is great!”

[tetraphobia-blog]

At your doorstep, you find an elegantly wrapped bar of soap alongside a small bag of assorted chocolate truffles. The card reads:

Happy Valentine’s Day.

-Fugo

That is all though he probably wanted to comment on your smell.

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“Hey alright! Candy! Thanks Fugo!”

Huh? What was that with it? Oh... soap...

“Thanks Fugo.”

[traitorsremorse]

Bear with it || closed

[traitorsremorse]

“Okay first of all, you shouldn’t say that when sounding so proud. Second of all, you still kind of reek. Try and make that two shower thing regular if you actually want to smell decent.”

He didn’t say anything in response to the mention of not talking about him, simply giving a nod. It was fair, yes. It worked out perfectly fine. The issue was he’d rather not think about him in general, or even have him come to them considering him and Mista were on friendly terms. Maybe he’d just have to try and stay separate from Mista every so often instead.

Though honestly he might have to do that regardless, considering looking at him right now wasn’t even the best idea.

“Key word sometimes,” he muttered, rolling his eyes at the other. “Anyway there isn’t a reason to be offended. It’s not like this is a date or whatever…”

At least he was pretty sure it wasn’t. He didn’t really want to think about it in the regard of it being one. He wouldn’t know how to go about things if they were, this was just two…acquaintances going to the ball together. Or rather one dragging the other there.

“Just go meet new people or hang with Giorno or something. We’re not attached at the hip you can stay as long as you want if you wind up enjoying yourself.”

[tetraphobia-blog]

“Who has time to do all that regularly? It’s two of them! Do you take two?” He didn’t disagree though, so it may be a step in the right direction.

Mista had no idea if Giorno was to be attending, he quite frankly never asked. That, and if Giorno was going who said they’d see each other or want to talk anyways? There were a lot of hypotheticals in both their favor and against it. Mista may be forced to do what he does best. Not think about what’s going on. He didn’t intend to make Fugo uncomfortable but here he already was.

“Well yeah sometimes. I’m not that smart you know? But I got heart, that’s what’s important.” Mista just shrugged at being asked such a thing. “I was just messin with ya.”

Maybe it was a date and maybe it wasn’t. Honestly, who knew? Mista sure as hell didn’t. He didn’t know their relationship to each other anymore, but he was relieved when Fugo decided to accompany him. It was nice.

“Nah I know. If I feel like staying longer, I will, promise.”

He gave Fugo a half smile as they arrived upon the venue for the ball, all decorated and bright like something out of a story book.

[tetraphobia-blog]

talk about how Mista got Sex Pistols and what his thoughts are of them + his thoughts of them now!

Alright lets talk about these lil boogers.

So Mista started realizing his stand before he took Polpo’s arrow test and was inducted into the Passione. He was 17 and saw a man beating up a woman in a car. He intervened and two more men arrived and they all shot at him, the bullets all missing. He was able to get one of their guns and shot at them with perfect accuracy and reloaded while being shot at. Even though it was self defense and he almost died, he was sentenced to 15-30 years in prison. Bruno saw he had potential and got the gang to reverse his verdict before taking Polpo’s arrow test, officially gaining his stand, and working as a gunman for the Passione.

Mista was probably thankful to his stand to an extent for saving his life and helping him to escape jail. Nowadays though, he is kind of like a dad to them. Each part of Sex Pistols has a mind and a personality of their own but always want to protect Mista. He takes care of them and knows their wants and needs (such as how they wont work unless they eat so he makes sure to feed them). They even reflect his superstition of the number 4, as they are all numbered 1-3 and 5-7. He loves his stand and works well with them. They each have their own name he calls them by based on their numbers. Uno, Due, Tre, Cinque, Sei and Sette. He treats them like tiny people though and he’s happy they’re around.

[archaeologian-blog]

send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

[dunamai]

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterization or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

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The Artist Formerly Known As Capo || [closed; bururururu]

[bururururu]

“My Doppio…”

The voice coming to him over the phone was one he knew and heard plenty of times before. It felt like honest ages since he’d heard it since he’d been in the city, and he couldn’t help but smile widely as soon as it reached his ears. The boss was back, he was calling him as normal and responding, there was no more silence on the other end of the line.

Of course, that stupid traitor was trying to interrupt their phone call.

“Capo! You answered! I’m so glad—but like I said, now isn’t really the best time…” Using all his strength to keep the other back, he frowned, trying to focus on the conversation at hand. It had been so long, he wanted to savor this, but Mista was being such a pain!

“It’s fine,” said the voice over the phone, well aware of the situation at hand. “He isn’t a threat, he has no idea who you are. Simply go along with it—if you can even get close to him you can deal with him later on.”

Swallowing, Doppio just nodded, giving a quick “I understand,” before the phone was hung up. Sighing, he looked back at his hand, confused at the hat that was in it. Wasn’t he just on the phone? Whatever, the other was clearly trying to get it back. Shoving it at him, he sighed, crossing his arms.

“Alright,” he stated, brows knitted together.

“I’ll accompany you to getting something to drink…will that suffice?”

[tetraphobia-blog]

Mista stared in confusion as Doppio continued speaking to himself in the hat. Mista couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation, no one did, and just assumed there wasn’t one. Was this something normal for this guy? He had to make a choice between high tailing it after taking back his hat and sucking it up to try and make a new friend in this city. He didn’t have the entire support system of the Passione here. Sure he had Giorno. And he’d seen Fugo if that even counts, but really that was it. That was the full extent of Mista’s friend network. Honestly, it was a lonely one.

Watching Doppio take his phone call with his play phone very seriously, he was surprised when the hat was thrust back into his hands at the end of it.

“Oh uh... did you have a good call then? Since you’re giving it back I mean?”

Shoving the hat back on his head, he nodded at Doppio’s question.

“Yeah sure that’s fine. There’s a cafe a couple streets up that’s great.”

Turning heel, he began leading his imminent doom.

[traitorsremorse]

Bear with it || closed

[traitorsremorse]

“Yeah, a nice time out with the smelliest person I know who also happens to be on good terms with the person I’m avoiding.”

He didn’t pay any mind to when Mista sped up to walk side by side with him, gaze stuck on what was ahead of them. Really, he should have just held firm on saying no. He didn’t want to deal with having to navigate the party by hiding out and what not. If he went, he’d rather be able to enjoy himself. Which is why he hadn’t been keen on going in the first place.

He knew it was going to be impossible to really enjoy himself at this ball.

“I really doubt I’ll be enjoying myself, Mista, unless you turn into oh… I don’t know, someone else?”

It was a bit harsh, admittedly. But really, he’d known Mista for a good while now. While he had to admit that while cleaned up, he actually looked pretty nice, that didn’t fundamentally change who he was. He was still ridiculously obsessed with superstition as well as extremely laid back. He was good with a gun but if that was his only good quality that had some serious issues. Really.

“Mista we both have killed plenty of people before. I think it’s safe to say I would be able to get back on my own without issue. But fine, do whatever you want.”

[tetraphobia-blog]

“Wow I took two showers for you thank you very much and I think I smell pretty good right now.” Well, hopefully he did. He was banking on it.

“As for that well, I don’t have to talk about this to him or about him to you. S’fair, okay? Sound good to you?” No, nothing ever sounded good to Fugo but that didn’t stop Mista from trying his best anyways.

Mista didn’t want to be left behind, which he was sure Fugo would have no hesitation in doing. This was supposed to just be a nice night, trying to get Fugo to relax a little, have a good time. That’s it. He sighed softly. He always seemed to screw things up verbally, it wasn’t new, it was just more obvious when it was one on one.

“Hey now, I’m kinda offended here. I’m not that bad y’know? I know what I’m doing sometimes and I do what I gotta.”

Mista couldn’t argue that people would rather he was someone else though, he just didn’t expect it from Fugo, somehow. If anyone he was the first person Mista should’ve seen this coming from.

“Yeah i know we have but the people around here are... anyways yeah I think I will.What’s the point in staying after the person you wanted to go with leaves.”

[tetraphobia-blog]

Somebodies Got To Go || [closed; traitorsremorse]

[traitorsremorse]

“That made no sense whatsoever.”

At least he was around to tell Mista his nonsense was nonsense. 

Just gently shrugging as the other spoke more on how Giorno was to be addressed, he tried to not think on it. Thinking about all of them as a group would lead to thinking on what felt like distant memories now, of all the times they spent together both working and not. He didn’t want to come to regret the choice he made here in this city, or even think about the one back in Venice once more. He just wanted to forget it all—at least for this moment. So he didn’t respond verbally, leaving his answer to be the shrug he gave the other.

Lips pressing together in a thin line when Mista asked if he really had to go, he finally looked him in the eye for the first time throughout their whole conversation.

“No, Mista, I don’t really have to go.”

“I am choosing to because it isn’t as nice to see you. Not only have you entirely ignored the events back in Venice and are speaking to me like three of our friends aren’t dead, too many things have happened while I’ve been here to know whether or not it’s alright for me to even be speaking with you. Do you understand?”

[tetraphobia-blog]

“I mean I guess you’re right yeah but our mundane is different than other peoples.”

When Fugo left, things changed. He was useful, intelligent, and Mista thought he was their friend. That’s fine though, it’s alright. It’s okay for him to be wrong. Mista wasn’t bringing it up on purpose. He knew it was a bad idea, but it Fugo himself was going to bring it up it seemed like he had little choice.

Mista raised an eyebrow at the eye contact but made no effort to tear himself away.

“I’m not ignoring it to speak to you, I haven’t brought it up because I’m talking to you. I thought this might be kind of hard on you and didn’t want to keep bringing it up. It hurt all of us,okay? It’s not like we wanted them to die and we tried to stop it. You know, let you have a conversation not revolving around everything that happened but I was wrong. I’m talking to you because I figured this was a new place and that our past might not matter here, so why not try and get along. And I guess I get you. You did a lot since you’ve been here, huh? You clearly don’t want to talk to me so sorry for trying to force you to stay here. Thought it would be nice.”