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Who: Giotto and YOU!
What: Exploring the Castle
When: Anytime today
Where: Anywhere in the Castle-just say where they are somewhere
Rating: ...T?

[After a week of being stuck here and exploring the city, Giotto decided it was time to explore the castle itself. This place was actually quite large, and if he was going to be living here then he should explore it thoroughly. It always helped to be prepared, no matter what the situation, and from he's heard, this castle liked to do things to its residents on a regular basis. If he was going to keep with his promise and foil the castle at every turn, he needed to know what he had to work with. Knowing the enemy, one could say, because it was the building itself.

So today only, you'll find him wandering the halls and in public areas casually, almost lazily, though he's really inspecting them and cementing the layout of this place into his head. Come bother him on his wonderful endeavor.]

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No? [A chuckle.] Seems these books have been lying to me.

What is it that you do anyway?

Perhaps I am just strange.

[Of course he'd ask that question.] Nothing much. A little bit of this and that.

Ah? So you do not have an occupation, then. [Or you're being weirdly sketchy about it for some reason.]

...Yes. [Oh, like that wasn't suspicious.]

... [con...fusion..] Yes you... don't?

Ah, yes, that. I don't have a job. I do nothing. [Time to cover that by pulling out and looking at his pocket watch, because this is incredibly awkward.]

[Giotto, you clearly don't do nothing, if the past two conversations have been any indication. But why was he hiding it?

Well, Mufasa won't pry. He shifts and crosses his forelegs at the ankles.]

Have I told you that I am the king of the lands I hail from?

...of course you are. [Why is he not even remotely surprised.] You are too wise to be anything less than a king or the man behind the king.

Oh, you flatter me. Really, I'm nothing more than an old lion with too much time on his paws, and far too many books at his disposal. [He lets his gaze carry over the library with a smile for a moment as he speaks idly.]

My home is called the Pridelands, a golden land touched by light. I've a great pride of many lionesses and cubs, including my mate [the one whose name he doesn't remember] and my son. It is a fruitful land, filled with clean water, and plenty of game. I could hardly ask for more.

And I think that you don't flatter yourself enough.

[Giotto watches him speak of it, and the pride in his voice, and then turns back to his pocket watch, to look at the words engraved upon the inside.] How do you do it?

[He gives the man a warm smile.]

One day at a time.

I suppose that's the most one can ever hope for.

In truth, I may not be the best one to ask. [He seems lost in thought for a moment, before looking at Giotto.]

Since you've much pride in your own family, is it alright if I ask about them?

Ah... [He wonders if he can talk about them without involving himself or them, with the Mafia.] You may. I suppose, though, that this is where I tell you that we are not blood-related. None of us are.

Oh? Well, I suppose that doesn't matter. Family is family-- blood has little to do with it. Wouldn't you agree?

Exactly. They are my family, no matter what. [He fondly glances at his pocket watch, fingers twining through the chain.] No one will ever convince me otherwise.

[A big smile at that.] Well, go on then.

[Where does he even start with his family?] I suppose I should start with my beloved G. He's my childhood friend, and we've been together for as long as I can remember.

[And Mufasa just falls into silence, all ears for Giotto.]

[And Giotto just falls into an easy speaking voice, fingers continually twisting the chain, not even thinking about what he is saying.] Even when I put him in danger or do something idiotic, he's always there. I don't think I'll ever be rid of him. Nor do I want to be. [He laughs softly.]

Then there's Ugetsu... he's a musician from Japan. He plays the flute better than anyone I've ever heard. He's also a very skilled swordsman. He once sold his flute to buy a sword and come all the way to Italy to help me. [Giotto shakes his head, a small fond smile on his lips.] He's a bit of an idiot...

An idiot, perhaps, but a devoted friend indeed. [And he falls back into silence once more.]

Mm, that is true. [Where was he...?] Then there's Knuckle. He's a Catholic priest, though he used to be a boxer. An excellent boxer, but an unfortunate accident made him join the clergy. He's so fiery about everything, it's all 'to the ultimate!' with him.

And Alaude, how do you describe that man? He hates crowds, hates being tied to people, disappears all the time, and yet he shows up exactly when I need him. He says it's because my version of justice just coincides with his own, but sometimes I think he just waits around for chances to come in and show me up.

[Mufasa can't help but chuckle at that.] A bit of a show off, as it were?

Oh, you could not imagine. Sometimes I think he just shows up to meetings to tell us something we don't know and then leave dramatically. [He shakes his head.] Lampo...well, he's a bit spoiled. His father's a wealthy land owner, and he's so used to getting what he wants. I'm not sure what I did to ensure his loyalty, but he will never turn me down if I ask him to do something.

And Daemon... [He gives a small, sad smile, staring at his pocket watch.] He was a noble who got tired of the nobility looking down on everyone and ignoring their suffering and wanted to change that. He believed in me so much. And I... I let him down, in the end. I couldn't be what he wanted me to be. And it hurt us all, in the end.

[And without fail, there was Giotto once more, taking all the blame. It was impossible to tell if he was deserving of it without knowing what had really happened, but Mufasa hardly hoped to get that much information out of him. Just what was it that he did that had laid such a terrible burden on his shoulders?

He remains quiet, giving Giotto the choice to elaborate or continue on.]