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bakerstreet2020-10-04 11:44 am
weebsock) wrote in bakerstreet2020-10-04 11:44 am
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[Not exactly the ideal soulmate, but he can be possessive dedicated, at least.]
( open to probably any castmate i can immediately think of (even cross-part, we'll AU it idc) as well as cross canon. big fan of tats or glow, and open to unique ideas as well.
love me some surprise, drama, and conflict whether it be from a seemingly incompatible character (if anyone plays an assassin squad character... 👀) or from a known castmate (anyone but esp Abba or Giorno) where the sheer shock of it, or the reality of their situation, conflicts with the idea. i'm also open to gen for the type of bonding as well. especially like the idea of effects such as 7, or if they're both Stand users, playing with interesting situations involving that. shared empathy, telepathy, or other things, i am about it. using it as a slow burn to established cooperative and trusting cr is my jam. first meetings and/or discovery of the bond are great, but i'm fine with any point.
pm if you have questions! )
love me some surprise, drama, and conflict whether it be from a seemingly incompatible character (if anyone plays an assassin squad character... 👀) or from a known castmate (anyone but esp Abba or Giorno) where the sheer shock of it, or the reality of their situation, conflicts with the idea. i'm also open to gen for the type of bonding as well. especially like the idea of effects such as 7, or if they're both Stand users, playing with interesting situations involving that. shared empathy, telepathy, or other things, i am about it. using it as a slow burn to established cooperative and trusting cr is my jam. first meetings and/or discovery of the bond are great, but i'm fine with any point.
pm if you have questions! )
[ Risotto is the last one left. And he's going to win.
He'd been down two teammates for quite some time before this even began; had spent his time mourning them and then plotting how to avenge them. How to keep himself and the rest of his team safe from the Boss they clearly couldn't trust. Now, all of what he was fighting for is dead, every last member of his team killed in their pursuit.
All that remains is revenge. And Risotto Nero will have it.
Carefully. His battle with this unexpectedly clever and dedicated man has been difficult and bloody and neither of them are doing well, but it's about to end. Aerosmith is hovering nearby, attracted to Risotto's breathing. The boss, impossible that it is that this is the boss, is on top of him. Risotto's holding him in place. The carbon dioxide of his own breath (the boss' breath is stolen from him, and he'd die anyway, but Risotto refuses to let chance do his work for him and take away victory) is telling Aerosmith where to aim.
The bullets fire. Something-- is missing.
And then the bullets hit him.
He yells in pain and confusion, rage tightening his muscles so that he holds the boss to himself tighter even as the smaller man fights against him. It occurs to Risotto only after several moments of struggle that Aerosmith hardly fired enough rounds to warrant a real attack, and hasn't fired again. ]
You idiots! You tracked us here! Shoot him! [ Shoot at him! He knows how Narancia's stand works, knows he must be able to aim at them. He doesn't know how the boss dodged - he must have eaten the time between the bullets hitting himself and when they would hit Risotto's body, the kind of impossible cheat that might explain how this man is the boss of Passione at all - but he knows he's willing to die as long as the boss does, too.
Aerosmith doesn't fire again. Risotto's losing his grip on the boss, who seems more concerned with rolling off of him and staring up at Aerosmith than killing him.
He doesn't want to play the coward, but he will bide his time indefinitely if it means he'll win, so Risotto presses into his power, the iron across his body, and melds into obscurity with his surroundings.
The boss loses track of him. He's gasping about it, begging for advice, adamant that Risotto can't leave while knowing what he looks like. No one is answering him, just as no one has this entire time. Risotto stares at Narancia's stand while the boss crawls away, taking his terrible power with him.
But Risotto knows his power now. That means he can prepare. He can beat him. He can win.
But what is Bucciarati's team member doing here, and why isn't he firing?
In the midst of all the blood and pain across his body, Risotto manages to not notice yet-- but there is a scrawling, ornate tattoo burning into his chest. ]
He'd been down two teammates for quite some time before this even began; had spent his time mourning them and then plotting how to avenge them. How to keep himself and the rest of his team safe from the Boss they clearly couldn't trust. Now, all of what he was fighting for is dead, every last member of his team killed in their pursuit.
All that remains is revenge. And Risotto Nero will have it.
Carefully. His battle with this unexpectedly clever and dedicated man has been difficult and bloody and neither of them are doing well, but it's about to end. Aerosmith is hovering nearby, attracted to Risotto's breathing. The boss, impossible that it is that this is the boss, is on top of him. Risotto's holding him in place. The carbon dioxide of his own breath (the boss' breath is stolen from him, and he'd die anyway, but Risotto refuses to let chance do his work for him and take away victory) is telling Aerosmith where to aim.
The bullets fire. Something-- is missing.
And then the bullets hit him.
He yells in pain and confusion, rage tightening his muscles so that he holds the boss to himself tighter even as the smaller man fights against him. It occurs to Risotto only after several moments of struggle that Aerosmith hardly fired enough rounds to warrant a real attack, and hasn't fired again. ]
You idiots! You tracked us here! Shoot him! [ Shoot at him! He knows how Narancia's stand works, knows he must be able to aim at them. He doesn't know how the boss dodged - he must have eaten the time between the bullets hitting himself and when they would hit Risotto's body, the kind of impossible cheat that might explain how this man is the boss of Passione at all - but he knows he's willing to die as long as the boss does, too.
Aerosmith doesn't fire again. Risotto's losing his grip on the boss, who seems more concerned with rolling off of him and staring up at Aerosmith than killing him.
He doesn't want to play the coward, but he will bide his time indefinitely if it means he'll win, so Risotto presses into his power, the iron across his body, and melds into obscurity with his surroundings.
The boss loses track of him. He's gasping about it, begging for advice, adamant that Risotto can't leave while knowing what he looks like. No one is answering him, just as no one has this entire time. Risotto stares at Narancia's stand while the boss crawls away, taking his terrible power with him.
But Risotto knows his power now. That means he can prepare. He can beat him. He can win.
But what is Bucciarati's team member doing here, and why isn't he firing?
In the midst of all the blood and pain across his body, Risotto manages to not notice yet-- but there is a scrawling, ornate tattoo burning into his chest. ]
i guess you could call this attraction almost.........magnetic
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