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paradisalogs2012-12-30 07:36 pm
is_mafia) wrote in paradisalogs2012-12-30 07:36 pm
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Who: Giotto Vongola and James Watson
What: Two Victorians stuck in a mirror
When: Late today, after the Feast of Fools plot starts
Where: In someone's mirror?
Rating: T to be safe
[Giotto was thoroughly fed up with walking. This place made no sense, turning and twisting with places where reflections should not be. nothing even remotely made sense. He had been walking since he had woken up here, and all he could think of was that it was one of the castle's tricks. Since he had escaped relatively unscathed from the virus, he should have been expecting something like this.
Nothing had tried to attack him yet, but he was still keeping his guard up. He had even tried attacking something a little while ago -time was impossible to tell in this place- and it had just shattered under the force of his flames. Giotto hadn't tried again, but if this continued he would try to blast himself out. He sighs, mumbling to himself.]
Of course something like this would happen to me. Is there not a way out?
[And the moment he said that, he noticed a door, a rather plain door, out of the corner of his eye. It looked completely out of place, and it was probably a trap. His Intuition didn't give him a strange feeling about it, but then again, he didn't trust anything in this castle. Much less random doors. But it was the only lead he had.
He slipped into Hyper Dying Will mode, approaching the door. he narrowed his eyes slightly and then quite literally blasted it off its hinges, dodging through the wreckage into whatever was behind it.]
What: Two Victorians stuck in a mirror
When: Late today, after the Feast of Fools plot starts
Where: In someone's mirror?
Rating: T to be safe
[Giotto was thoroughly fed up with walking. This place made no sense, turning and twisting with places where reflections should not be. nothing even remotely made sense. He had been walking since he had woken up here, and all he could think of was that it was one of the castle's tricks. Since he had escaped relatively unscathed from the virus, he should have been expecting something like this.
Nothing had tried to attack him yet, but he was still keeping his guard up. He had even tried attacking something a little while ago -time was impossible to tell in this place- and it had just shattered under the force of his flames. Giotto hadn't tried again, but if this continued he would try to blast himself out. He sighs, mumbling to himself.]
Of course something like this would happen to me. Is there not a way out?
[And the moment he said that, he noticed a door, a rather plain door, out of the corner of his eye. It looked completely out of place, and it was probably a trap. His Intuition didn't give him a strange feeling about it, but then again, he didn't trust anything in this castle. Much less random doors. But it was the only lead he had.
He slipped into Hyper Dying Will mode, approaching the door. he narrowed his eyes slightly and then quite literally blasted it off its hinges, dodging through the wreckage into whatever was behind it.]
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Well, he's no more odd than the six foot tall killer bird.
Somehow I am not surprised. [Oh, and now he feels like he must tell James what he does. Time to be delightfully vague.] ...I'm the head of an organization that works in private protection of the poor and the unprivileged from upper noble classes. [Add in the fact that he is Italian, and this should probably be setting alarm bells off in your head, James. He pauses at the death statement, though. What does one say to someone who should be dead?] ...I am sorry, that you cannot go back or else you would die. You must miss those that you left behind, knowing that you cannot see them unless they are brought here.
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Or a creature made of pure fire.
[It does, it really does and yet he can't find it in himself to care. This is the man who helped out the Invisible Man when he got in sticky situations, insulted the Prime Minister and really cares less about wtf you do so long as you're a good person.]
You're Italian, and your manner of dress, [Pinstripes and the cloak, the suit.] indicate you have quite a bit of means, and your abilities notwithstanding you have some experience in combat, your composure coming through the door as well as blasting it to kingdom come to walk through it indicates you are not unused to such situations, as well as your comment on my needing a larger blade. [You just gave him the last piece of the puzzle about what you are, in other words. He however just sounds bored as he smiles at that, before shrugging.] Nothing to be sorry for, it was my choice entirely to die that is. And I do, but I've met many here I wouldn't have there, and here there is some hope of seeing those I care for before things went terribly for them.
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How does that even work?
[...Oh dear, maybe he wasn't as vague as he thought he was. He gives James a carefully blank look.] I have no idea what you are talking about. [You'll have to say it out loud to get him to admit to it, James. And he nods at that. He respects that, he really does. One has to be willing to die for something to go into Dying Will Mode, after all.] I do know what you mean, having met people here than I would not normally get to meet. [A quirk of a smile.] It seems that my descendant is here.
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I haven't the faintest idea how, a wonder of the natural world, fire elementals. [And he seems almost fond as he says that.
And he just gives Giotto a grin, before settling into his usual take on this.] Mafia, yes? It fits with everything you have said. [He'll say how he knows if asked. But he does nod in return. Not many would get that, and his respect for Giotto rises some.] Your descendant? How far removed if you couldn't otherwise meet him?
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[Giotto sighs, a little bit of a mocking smile on his face.] Am I that obvious, or did you see something that others have not? [That's his way of asking how you figured that out.
And as for the descendant question:] He says he is from 2012, and looks to be young. Maybe fourteen, fifteen? The strangest things is, he looks exactly like me, except his hair and eyes are brown.