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Maybe come up with something for each of the Guardians to do based on their weaknesses? I can think up some while I'm doing these writing assignments, general stuff too.
On a related note, probably won't be rejoining this after all.
So, kind of want to get back into this eventually, but have absolutely no idea how to go about i.
yay, people posting.
"Hooooooy! Guy up inna tree! D'you know where um...civilization is? I'm supposed to go there! Hoooooooooy!"
The source of this voice was a young looking boy leaning casually on a crutch with a dark green jacket tied around him like a cape. He was either naturally somewhat dark or very heavily tanned and his hair was a mass of unruly black spikes. The jacket-cape and long pants seemed more than unnatural given the tropical heat, but the fact that he seemed covered in dirt with torn up clothing was probably slightly more concerning at the moment.
The boy paused for a moment, concerned. He supposed it really wasn't wise to go yelling out at any random stranger sitting in a tree in the middle of a jungle. They could be some kind of tree demon after all. Or a cannibal, though having already met a few cannibals in his life the boy found them to be generally nice people, dietary preferences aside. Still, this was the first person he'd come across so far and he figured it wouldn't hurt to ask for directions. If nothing else the cannibal-demon would probably have to get down from the tree first.
"Hmm...maybe I should try again in Spanish?"
The source of this voice was a young looking boy leaning casually on a crutch with a dark green jacket tied around him like a cape. He was either naturally somewhat dark or very heavily tanned and his hair was a mass of unruly black spikes. The jacket-cape and long pants seemed more than unnatural given the tropical heat, but the fact that he seemed covered in dirt with torn up clothing was probably slightly more concerning at the moment.
The boy paused for a moment, concerned. He supposed it really wasn't wise to go yelling out at any random stranger sitting in a tree in the middle of a jungle. They could be some kind of tree demon after all. Or a cannibal, though having already met a few cannibals in his life the boy found them to be generally nice people, dietary preferences aside. Still, this was the first person he'd come across so far and he figured it wouldn't hurt to ask for directions. If nothing else the cannibal-demon would probably have to get down from the tree first.
"Hmm...maybe I should try again in Spanish?"
I dunno.
thank you
and posted!
Vengeance: It's bad for your brain!
Vengeance: It's bad for your brain!
Prospero contented himself with quietly listening while the others talked and taking a quick scan of the note as the news of Cyril's aunt's kidnapping spread around the group. The note was a nasty piece of work, all taunts and idiocy as far as he could see. The fact that the Tenth Vongola Boss had decided to make this a challenge should probably have seemed a lot more messed up, but it did make some sense to the young magician. If Naoto's little part of the Famiglia couldn't protect itself against a single assassin, how was it supposed to be capable of leading the whole organization? If Naoto were already the leader, an attack on the family of one of his guardians would not only be an expected threat, it would be exactly the dirty kind of challenge he would be required to respond to with full strength, or else risk the entire family looking weak and losing power. Better have us sink or swim now while the impact of us losing would be relatively small, guess...and if Naoto fails well...
He would have thought to himself that if Naoto failed there could always be some other candidate to take his place, that it was just understandable pragmatism, no different than anything else he'd come to know in his short time hunting through the criminal underworld. But Prospero had cast his lot in with Naoto the second he'd agreed to become his Guardian, hadn't he? So if Naoto lost this challenge and died, all of his efforts would be for nothing. As things stood, Naoto was his best chance. Speaking of which, there was the matter of that Birra assassin...
He could be the one considering his age and the notes about all those murders...if he isn't the one he might know who is, scum sticks to scum after all. In that case, the best way to know will be beating it out of him, and if he is the right one well even more reason to become strong. Coming to Trespiano, allying myself with these people...but I thought it would still take years..."...Could he really be so close?"
Prospero hadn't even realized he had said anything out loud, or that he'd clenched his fists and was now shaking violently from head-to-toe with a very odd gleam in his eyes. At the moment he wasn't even seeing the others anymore, just the holographic image of Vicente and a scene from years and years ago, burning into his brain.
He would have thought to himself that if Naoto failed there could always be some other candidate to take his place, that it was just understandable pragmatism, no different than anything else he'd come to know in his short time hunting through the criminal underworld. But Prospero had cast his lot in with Naoto the second he'd agreed to become his Guardian, hadn't he? So if Naoto lost this challenge and died, all of his efforts would be for nothing. As things stood, Naoto was his best chance. Speaking of which, there was the matter of that Birra assassin...
He could be the one considering his age and the notes about all those murders...if he isn't the one he might know who is, scum sticks to scum after all. In that case, the best way to know will be beating it out of him, and if he is the right one well even more reason to become strong. Coming to Trespiano, allying myself with these people...but I thought it would still take years..."...Could he really be so close?"
Prospero hadn't even realized he had said anything out loud, or that he'd clenched his fists and was now shaking violently from head-to-toe with a very odd gleam in his eyes. At the moment he wasn't even seeing the others anymore, just the holographic image of Vicente and a scene from years and years ago, burning into his brain.
Will post soon.
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