The Wind on the Hill

No one can tell me, nobody knows, where the wind comes from, where the wind goes... Feliciano Vargas A.A. Milne | Agency {{ closed rp blog for HetaBungou }}

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generaticn:

Alfred truly never felt like himself until he was in Papa Tony’s. The day just went on in a mindless haze until that lovely smell of fresh dough and burning ovens hit the spot. Once, it was enough to get his power activated. Thankfully, he was currently in the aftermath of a burst, and could find tranquillity in the little shop.

While he was momentarily occupied by an intriguing Buzzfeed article about socks, the voice made itself very known, right up his ear. He jumped with a small exclamation, before laughing. “Sorry! Ya scared me.” 

Then came his understanding of the question. “Oh, man. Um-” For research purposes, bright eyes scanned the menu board quickly. “Well, it really just depends on your mood. If you’re feeling low, you can get something super cheesy. I usually get the Works.”

Ah, yes, the Works. Everything that made a pizza great. Peppers, pepperoni, sausage, onion and olives. Sure, each pie was almost a pound, but it didn’t matter.

When the man in front of him jumped, oddly startled, Feliciano had to hide a giggle behind his hand, a bit amused. “Hehe, no, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you!”

His gaze followed the other’s up to the menu, nodding as he was given suggestions. “Ooo, that sounds yummy! The Works, huh?” Squinting up at the menu, Feliciano did his best to make out everything that was on the delectable sounding pizza, mumbling each ingredient to himself.

“...Wow, that’s a lot, but it sounds really good! Ah... but I don’t know if I could eat even a small by myself!” Quickly, Feliciano became lost in concentration as he decided what to do. “Hmmm. I wanna try it... but I don’t want to waste food...”

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@beherrrscht

Today, Feliciano’s focus was the Guild. 

Investigating the Guild was a lot different from investigating someplace like the Mafia. They were much hush hush and secretive, and it could be hard to even figure out who the active members of it were. But luckily for Feliciano, getting information was his specialty, and he’d zeroed in on a certain Gilbert Beilschmidt. And even luckier, the man hadn’t been hard to find at all. Now all that was left was to talk to him a little, tag him with a kite, then follow him around for a bit before being on his way!

Absolutely brimming with energy, Feliciano practically skipped up to the very dangerous criminal man and offered his brightest smile. “Ciao, bello! Do you perhaps have a moment? I think I’m a little lost!”

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@generaticn

While Feliciano was generally rather aloof and had his head in the clouds, he did pride himself in doing his job, and doing it well. So when he was told to get some general information on what the mafia was up to, there was no doubt in his mind that he’d do an excellent job. After all, spy work was his specialty! 

So here he was, out and about and on the job. He’d been tailing behind a guy he recognized to be part of the mafia for some time now, always far enough away to not be seen, tracking him with a Kite.

At least, that’s what he had been doing until the guy stopped for lunch at a pizza shop. And pizza sounded really good, so Feliciano decided hey, why not stop for a slice as well?

Somehow he ended up directly behind his target in line, but Feliciano wasn’t about to be bothered by that! Instead he grinned and peered over the guy’s shoulder. “Have you been here before? I’m wondering what to get.”

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alternatively, like this for a starter from Feli

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“What’s That Up There?”

SANTA BUDDY

It’s time.

With a grin, Feliciano glanced up, as if to see what it was. Of course, he already knew. He’d put it up himself, after all. “Hm? Oh!” Without warning, he leaned in to press a quick kiss to the other man’s cheek, stepping back just as quickly.

“Merry Christmas~” He winked.

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invisiblegoldhand:

“No. Maybe-” A classic face-palm for what ever the hell he was thinking. Samiri could only chalk it up to being flustered by the bello comment, and the whole situation. 

“I mean I am busy, and I’m not interested in getting lunch.”

“Oh, you’re busy? That’s okay! I wouldn’t want to keep you. Oh, but wait--” Feliciano paused to dig about through his bag, quickly fishing out a card. “Here’s my business card! It has my number on it, so call me if you ever wanna grab lunch, okay?”

The card was shoved into Samiri’s hands before he could answer, and Feliciano smiled sweetly. “Ciao then, bello~!”

And so he traipsed off, happy as ever.

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“What’s That Up There?”

SANTA BUDDY

Feliciano was a lucky, lucky man. In one day, he got to give a (cheek) smooch to a cute guy, and now a pretty lady?? It was just too good to be true.

Doing his usual act of feigning ignorance, he glanced up at the mistletoe. “Oh! I didn’t even see it!” He flashed a grin. “Well, don’t wanna break tradition, right?”

Mwah. She received a peck on the cheek. Feliciano really needs to stop kissing random people or he’s going to get himself killed.

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xignisavemx:

She wiped the kiss off her cheek, scowling. “Is that always how you greet strangers on the street?”

A part of her felt badly for smacking his face, but she was too annoyed to apologize. Lelia paused, looking over his face. “… I feel like I’ve seen you around before, somewhere.”

“Not always, but I always greet friends with a kiss!”

Feliciano’s tears subsided at her next words, and a curious expression replaced his startled one. “Oh? Is that so? Huh. Maybe I just have one of those faces.” He giggled softly, knowing full well that if she recognized him, it was likely she was involved in one of the organizations. 

Which one had he dealt with lately? The Rats? No, last time he’d bothered with them he ended up just getting a drink at the bar. 

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“What’s That Up There?”

SANTA BUDDY

It’s time.

With a grin, Feliciano glanced up, as if to see what it was. Of course, he already knew. He’d put it up himself, after all. “Hm? Oh!” Without warning, he leaned in to press a quick kiss to the other man’s cheek, stepping back just as quickly.

“Merry Christmas~” He winked.

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invisiblegoldhand:

Samiri was not superstitious, and for the most part did not fall for the wily ways of people trying to bait him. This was one of those times, but he held his cool and did not try to whip out a weapon on Feliciano. Instead he responded like an idiot who rolled a 2 on a Charisma check.

“Pity that you won’t be under every one of them to stop that then.”

“Aw, I know, right? That’d be nice if I could though~” Feliciano giggled at the thought, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, at least I’ve helped you out, bello!”

“...So are you busy? Do you want to get lunch?”

[windonthehill-blog]

“What’s That Up There?”

SANTA BUDDY

It’s time.

With a grin, Feliciano glanced up, as if to see what it was. Of course, he already knew. He’d put it up himself, after all. “Hm? Oh!” Without warning, he leaned in to press a quick kiss to the other man’s cheek, stepping back just as quickly.

“Merry Christmas~” He winked.

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invisiblegoldhand:

God! Port City is full of weirdos! 

Yanking his hand back to brush his glove off on his pants, and not appreciating this form of attention. 

“Stop- Stop kissing me!” What a sensitive soul. It isn’t that deep, Barbara.

“Alright, alright~” Feliciano laughed, letting go of the other’s hand. “Still though, it’s nice to meet you!” 

He chuckled again. “So you don’t like kisses, huh? That’s too bad. ‘Cause y’know, it’s bad luck if you don’t kiss under the mistletoe! You better watch out in the future~ Don’t want to get stuck again and get bad luck! You might get caught with someone who won’t chase away the bad luck for you!”

[windonthehill-blog]

“What’s That Up There?”

SANTA BUDDY

It’s time.

With a grin, Feliciano glanced up, as if to see what it was. Of course, he already knew. He’d put it up himself, after all. “Hm? Oh!” Without warning, he leaned in to press a quick kiss to the other man’s cheek, stepping back just as quickly.

“Merry Christmas~” He winked.

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invisiblegoldhand:

If he had been drinking he would have started crying. Instead, he was having a 404 Error in trying to decide which option was worse: being called beautiful or having a weird guy know his name. Both grueling choices, and on the off chance Samiri sees him again, it would be best to be called by his name.

“… Fine.” A deep sigh (Welcome to hell), and he swears he could taste metal from the mistake he was making. He awkwardly put out his right hand for a handshake. “I’m Samiri.”

“Samiri? What a nice name~” 

Feliciano took the offered hand, but instead of shaking it, he leaned over to press a kiss to the back of his hand, all gentleman-like and polite. See, he’s not creepy, he’s a chilvarous gentleman!

“It’s very nice to meet you, Samiri!”

[zhaohun-deactivated20200806]

  [ he’s across the agency building and has his sniper aimed at feliciano. ]

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[blows a kiss] [for the sniper]

[silzemli-blog]

"Hello! You're Kiku, right? You just recently joined the Agency, right? Wow, that must be so exciting! I'm Feliciano, I work here too! What's your gift? Mine's about wind, but it's more complicated than that-- oh, I hope we get to work together soon!" The entire time this bouncing ball of cryptic sunshine is rambling he's also enthusiastically shaking both of Kiku's hands with his own.

   There was no soft way to put it. Kiku wanted to die. His features contorted uncomfortably till his hand was let go of, and he immediately joined them behind his back. In the span of roughly thirty seconds, Kiku was able to pick up at least four things about the person before him, if not five. Worked in Agency, possibly for a long time. Had an ability like him, related to wind. And was called- Feliciano. Heavens.

   ‘Hello-’ he said, his voice strained and raspy. ‘Yes, I’m Kiku- a pleasure to make your acquaintance- my gift? it’s about dreams.’ Any more sharing than that and Kiku would lose some part of his focus for the day. That was all Feliciano needed to know.

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hikiiko:

Kiku wasn’t- until now. He feels your pain. Something about that optimism.

“Well, I can’t make a full judgement, but it is certainly pleasant in this form.” Despite his deep convictions, Kiku did feel a twang of -something, which made him want to share. Just a litle bit. He’d limit himself to fifteen words. 

     “Dreams. It’s advanced sleepwalking, actually. Nocturnal awareness. I lose inhibition and am conscious while sleeping.”

“Wow!” Feliciano clasped his hands together, looking rather impressed. “That’s pretty cool~ So it’s like you’re lucid dreaming all the time, then? But instead of dreaming it’s just kinda like you’re awake-- ah, do you still get rest, though, even if you’re conscious? Haha, thinking too hard about it makes it confusing...”

“Oh! But that means you can never get pranked in you sleep, so that’s cool!”

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"What's That Up There?"

SANTA BUDDY

Well, you know what they say. Yolo, mofos.

Feliciano doesn’t even bother with the pretense of ‘oh what’s that??’ and just leans in to get in his quick cheek smooch before he dies. “Merry Christmas~”

[gengfaayuen-blog]

Vanessa squeaked, and flushed pink. That’s her first time being kissed under mistletoe, oof. At least it wasn’t on the lips. Still, she should have been more observant.

“You should take that down,” she huffs, sounding a touch more annoyed than she intended. “Work is not the time nor place for such things.”

[windonthehill-blog]

While Feliciano might have been incredibly rude when it came to getting into people’s personal space, he at least wasn’t going to kiss them on the lips if unless they asked. That was just common sense, after all!

Pouting slightly, he took a step back. “Aw, but it’s so fun! And besides, doesn’t it look pretty?”

[windonthehill-blog]

“What’s That Up There?”

SANTA BUDDY

It’s time.

With a grin, Feliciano glanced up, as if to see what it was. Of course, he already knew. He’d put it up himself, after all. “Hm? Oh!” Without warning, he leaned in to press a quick kiss to the other man’s cheek, stepping back just as quickly.

“Merry Christmas~” He winked.

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invisiblegoldhand:

Feliciano is on fucking thin ice. Even though Samiri is usually too flustered to function in these situations (Thanks, incel status), but he was not apt to give out information to strangers. Especially the really happy kind that kiss strangers.

“I would rather not.”

Aw, this guy sure was a stick in the mud! But that wasn’t going to deter Feliciano, not a bit. Putting on a playful pout, he placed his hands on his hips.

“Aw, don’t be so nervous! I don’t bite, I promise! If you don’t wanna tell me your name that’s okay, I’ll just call you bello, okay bello? That means beautiful in Italian, by the way~”

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yacjing:

Too bad Meili won’t fall for this!

“..Some of us don’t even celebrate Christmas? Also… I don’t think my boyfriend would be okay with me giving guys cheek kisses!” Even though she says that she’s grinning like crazy. God, she has a boyfriend!!! A great one at that!!

“Go kiss my brother instead.”

“Mistletoe doesn’t just have to be Christmas! Isn’t it better to cross barriers and share traditions?” 

“I think Sheng would punch me if I--” 

Wait, rewinding the conversation in his head. “Hey, wait, when did you get a boyfriend? Meeeiiiii you didn’t tell me! That’s so exciting! What’s he like? Is he cute? Manly? Super buff?”

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santiphaph:

  “You can hand it over to me, I was just headed out.” Feliciano was an overwhelming person, but Sanun had a knack for being patient with these types of people. No one can be as overwhelming as Ravi, honestly. Listenng intently, he reached over for the report all while still engrossed in whatever story Feliciano had to tell.

  “Ah, well I would be confused if you started fighting him! You were only meant to do surveillance, not actual contact.” That was more for those who could actually fight, not that no one in the agency could but… it was best to use Feliciano for following people, that’s the best use for his ability

       “I’m glad you’re alright though! Oh, have you eaten dinner yet?”

“Okay!” Feliciano held out the papers he’d just printed. “Here you go!” Honestly, it was amazing that Sanun managed to tolerate Feliciano. Most found him much too energetic to deal with. Really, Feliciano had to admire his patience. Even he couldn’t handle himself sometimes.

“Hehe, yeah~ I made sure to stay out of sight. It’d be fun if I could actually fight someday, though!” It was unlikely though, seeing as he was a terrible shot. Sure, he was speedy and had his wind blasts that could knock people over on a good day, but really he wasn’t all that cut out for fighting.

“Oh, no, I haven’t! I was just gonna grab something on the way home.”

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“What’s That Up There?”

SANTA BUDDY

It’s time.

With a grin, Feliciano glanced up, as if to see what it was. Of course, he already knew. He’d put it up himself, after all. “Hm? Oh!” Without warning, he leaned in to press a quick kiss to the other man’s cheek, stepping back just as quickly.

“Merry Christmas~” He winked.

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invisiblegoldhand:

Way to be ominous.

“Is that-” 

Yes it was mistletoe. Too late to stop Feliciano, and he felt his face drain of color instead of flush followed by some toes curling. Samiri barely croaked out his disdain.

“Excuse you, I don’t even know you.”

This guy sure was funny. Feliciano hid a giggle behind his hand.

“Aw, but we can get to know each other~!” He offered a grin. “I’m Feliciano. And what’s your name, bello?” The stranger’s reaction wasn’t exactly what Feliciano had expected but still, he could work with this.

[windonthehill-blog]

“What’s That Up There?”

SANTA BUDDY

Feliciano was a lucky, lucky man. In one day, he got to give a (cheek) smooch to a cute guy, and now a pretty lady?? It was just too good to be true.

Doing his usual act of feigning ignorance, he glanced up at the mistletoe. “Oh! I didn’t even see it!” He flashed a grin. “Well, don’t wanna break tradition, right?”

Mwah. She received a peck on the cheek. Feliciano really needs to stop kissing random people or he’s going to get himself killed.

[xignisavemx-blog]

She blushed a dark red and smacked him. “What the hell are you doing?” she squeaked. Lelia hadn’t been kissed in any way shape or form since… well, her husband, rest his soul. She cleared her throat, giving him an unwavering glare.

“Mind your manners! Just because it’s tradition doesn’t mean people want to do it!”

[windonthehill-blog]

Ow. Well, he can’t say he didn’t deserve that. But still, that hurt! With a yelp, Feliciano recoiled and clutched the side of his face with a pout.

“Ow-- I’m sorry!!” he stammered, taken off guard. “M-Mi dispiace, bella, I-I didn’t mean anything by it, really! I just think it’s a nice tradition, that’s all... I won’t do it again, promise!”