August is sitting at a table, studying his book and quill, which is writing something down in Latin, still about frogs.
Fulvio walks inside, looking proper, and takes a seat across from August. He slightly adjusts the peony in his lapel. “Hello Agosto.”
“Hello,” he says, not exactly paying attention to who he’s talking to. He’s more focused on the book.
“You may have not met me before, but a friend of mine hired you.” He takes out his flower and twirls it aimlessly, his elbow upon the table, with a relaxed posture.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I’m still here and I’d rather rp here than continue on Vanderbilt*
Fellini is in the apartment with a newly bought chicken, this time still alive.
Paolo is debating with himself quietly whether or not to go back for his bag, given what Velvet Underground showed him.
Fellini is very confused by what he is hearing.
Paolo is muttering to himself. “There’s so much, and I might not have extracted it all… but he can definitely floor me if I get close… but the money- Wait, did you bring a chicken in here?!” He suddenly realizes the presence of the hen in his apartment.
“Yes I did. To test if the emotion’s you inject will reverse using a connection.”
“O-oh. Well, just keep in mind we aren’t going to keep it.” His fingers turn to needles. “What should we test first?”
*paolo is totally gonna be the ‘we’re not getting a dog, my dad with the dog:’ meme*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
August is sitting at a table, studying his book and quill, which is writing something down in Latin, still about frogs.
Fulvio walks inside, looking proper, and takes a seat across from August. He slightly adjusts the peony in his lapel. “Hello Agosto.”
“Hello,” he says, not exactly paying attention to who he’s talking to. He’s more focused on the book.
“You may have not met me before, but a friend of mine hired you.” He takes out his flower and twirls it aimlessly, his elbow upon the table, with a relaxed posture.
“Oh, yes, uh… what was his name again? Lucci or something like that?”
August is sitting at a table, studying his book and quill, which is writing something down in Latin, still about frogs.
Fulvio walks inside, looking proper, and takes a seat across from August. He slightly adjusts the peony in his lapel. “Hello Agosto.”
“Hello,” he says, not exactly paying attention to who he’s talking to. He’s more focused on the book.
“You may have not met me before, but a friend of mine hired you.” He takes out his flower and twirls it aimlessly, his elbow upon the table, with a relaxed posture.
“Oh, yes, uh… what was his name again? Lucci or something like that?”
“Indeed. I am his boss. My name is… well, actually, better you don’t know my name. In any case, I wanted to check up on you and make sure you were performing your duties in taking out enemy Stand users.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
August is sitting at a table, studying his book and quill, which is writing something down in Latin, still about frogs.
Fulvio walks inside, looking proper, and takes a seat across from August. He slightly adjusts the peony in his lapel. “Hello Agosto.”
“Hello,” he says, not exactly paying attention to who he’s talking to. He’s more focused on the book.
“You may have not met me before, but a friend of mine hired you.” He takes out his flower and twirls it aimlessly, his elbow upon the table, with a relaxed posture.
“Oh, yes, uh… what was his name again? Lucci or something like that?”
“Indeed. I am his boss. My name is… well, actually, better you don’t know my name. In any case, I wanted to check up on you and make sure you were performing your duties in taking out enemy Stand users.”
“What? I wasn’t told to do anything yet. He said he’d contact me when he needs me, he hired me just to give him information.”
August is sitting at a table, studying his book and quill, which is writing something down in Latin, still about frogs.
Fulvio walks inside, looking proper, and takes a seat across from August. He slightly adjusts the peony in his lapel. “Hello Agosto.”
“Hello,” he says, not exactly paying attention to who he’s talking to. He’s more focused on the book.
“You may have not met me before, but a friend of mine hired you.” He takes out his flower and twirls it aimlessly, his elbow upon the table, with a relaxed posture.
“Oh, yes, uh… what was his name again? Lucci or something like that?”
“Indeed. I am his boss. My name is… well, actually, better you don’t know my name. In any case, I wanted to check up on you and make sure you were performing your duties in taking out enemy Stand users.”
“What? I wasn’t told to do anything yet. He said he’d contact me when he needs me, he hired me just to give him information.”
“Indeed. And I was wondering if you had information on enemy Stand users.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
August is sitting at a table, studying his book and quill, which is writing something down in Latin, still about frogs.
Fulvio walks inside, looking proper, and takes a seat across from August. He slightly adjusts the peony in his lapel. “Hello Agosto.”
“Hello,” he says, not exactly paying attention to who he’s talking to. He’s more focused on the book.
“You may have not met me before, but a friend of mine hired you.” He takes out his flower and twirls it aimlessly, his elbow upon the table, with a relaxed posture.
“Oh, yes, uh… what was his name again? Lucci or something like that?”
“Indeed. I am his boss. My name is… well, actually, better you don’t know my name. In any case, I wanted to check up on you and make sure you were performing your duties in taking out enemy Stand users.”
“What? I wasn’t told to do anything yet. He said he’d contact me when he needs me, he hired me just to give him information.”
“Indeed. And I was wondering if you had information on enemy Stand users.”
“Oh, no. I don’t know who he wants me to research yet. If I could have their names, though, I could document whatever they’re doing constantly.”
Paolo is searching the street where Velvet Underground was last night to try and find the bag.
de Croce is walking around the outskirts of town, a rope of steel wrapped around his torso.
Lucci comes back there holding the bag and some matches.
Spotting him, Paolo attempts to hide somewhere. 24
He doesn't notice him, he lights one of the matches and pulls out a cigarette. "Now would be a good time to come before I burn this, If you are here at all."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Paolo is searching the street where Velvet Underground was last night to try and find the bag.
de Croce is walking around the outskirts of town, a rope of steel wrapped around his torso.
Lucci comes back there holding the bag and some matches.
Spotting him, Paolo attempts to hide somewhere. 24
He doesn't notice him, he lights one of the matches and pulls out a cigarette. "Now would be a good time to come before I burn this, If you are here at all."
Paolo is searching the street where Velvet Underground was last night to try and find the bag.
de Croce is walking around the outskirts of town, a rope of steel wrapped around his torso.
Lucci comes back there holding the bag and some matches.
Spotting him, Paolo attempts to hide somewhere. 24
He doesn't notice him, he lights one of the matches and pulls out a cigarette. "Now would be a good time to come before I burn this, If you are here at all."
*has he opened it yet?*
*He took it to the hotel so probably.*
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Paolo is searching the street where Velvet Underground was last night to try and find the bag.
de Croce is walking around the outskirts of town, a rope of steel wrapped around his torso.
Lucci comes back there holding the bag and some matches.
Spotting him, Paolo attempts to hide somewhere. 24
He doesn't notice him, he lights one of the matches and pulls out a cigarette. "Now would be a good time to come before I burn this, If you are here at all."
*has he opened it yet?*
*He took it to the hotel so probably.*
*okay. it held about 1000€ in cash, a lot of broken glass, a nondescript piece of red paper, and a pocket knife*
Paolo grimaces and sends his Stand out to communicate in his stead.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Paolo is searching the street where Velvet Underground was last night to try and find the bag.
de Croce is walking around the outskirts of town, a rope of steel wrapped around his torso.
Lucci comes back there holding the bag and some matches.
Spotting him, Paolo attempts to hide somewhere. 24
He doesn't notice him, he lights one of the matches and pulls out a cigarette. "Now would be a good time to come before I burn this, If you are here at all."
*has he opened it yet?*
*He took it to the hotel so probably.*
*okay. it held about 1000€ in cash, a lot of broken glass, a nondescript piece of red paper, and a pocket knife*
Paolo grimaces and sends his Stand out to communicate in his stead.
"Oh it's you again. I'd rather have the user here. Are they nearby?" Lucci lights his cigarette and starts blowing smoke.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Paolo is searching the street where Velvet Underground was last night to try and find the bag.
de Croce is walking around the outskirts of town, a rope of steel wrapped around his torso.
Lucci comes back there holding the bag and some matches.
Spotting him, Paolo attempts to hide somewhere. 24
He doesn't notice him, he lights one of the matches and pulls out a cigarette. "Now would be a good time to come before I burn this, If you are here at all."
*has he opened it yet?*
*He took it to the hotel so probably.*
*okay. it held about 1000€ in cash, a lot of broken glass, a nondescript piece of red paper, and a pocket knife*
Paolo grimaces and sends his Stand out to communicate in his stead.
"Oh it's you again. I'd rather have the user here. Are they nearby?" Lucci lights his cigarette and starts blowing smoke.
It shakes its head.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Paolo is searching the street where Velvet Underground was last night to try and find the bag.
de Croce is walking around the outskirts of town, a rope of steel wrapped around his torso.
Lucci comes back there holding the bag and some matches.
Spotting him, Paolo attempts to hide somewhere. 24
He doesn't notice him, he lights one of the matches and pulls out a cigarette. "Now would be a good time to come before I burn this, If you are here at all."
*has he opened it yet?*
*He took it to the hotel so probably.*
*okay. it held about 1000€ in cash, a lot of broken glass, a nondescript piece of red paper, and a pocket knife*
Paolo grimaces and sends his Stand out to communicate in his stead.
"Oh it's you again. I'd rather have the user here. Are they nearby?" Lucci lights his cigarette and starts blowing smoke.
It shakes its head.
"Well, because your user isn't my ally I am most likely going to burn this. Can you get your user to come here?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Paolo is searching the street where Velvet Underground was last night to try and find the bag.
de Croce is walking around the outskirts of town, a rope of steel wrapped around his torso.
Lucci comes back there holding the bag and some matches.
Spotting him, Paolo attempts to hide somewhere. 24
He doesn't notice him, he lights one of the matches and pulls out a cigarette. "Now would be a good time to come before I burn this, If you are here at all."
*has he opened it yet?*
*He took it to the hotel so probably.*
*okay. it held about 1000€ in cash, a lot of broken glass, a nondescript piece of red paper, and a pocket knife*
Paolo grimaces and sends his Stand out to communicate in his stead.
"Oh it's you again. I'd rather have the user here. Are they nearby?" Lucci lights his cigarette and starts blowing smoke.
It shakes its head.
"Well, because your user isn't my ally I am most likely going to burn this. Can you get your user to come here?"
It looks hesitant, but then nods and disappears. Paolo walks out from the shadows. “Hello, sir.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“You may have not met me before, but a friend of mine hired you.” He takes out his flower and twirls it aimlessly, his elbow upon the table, with a relaxed posture.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“O-oh. Well, just keep in mind we aren’t going to keep it.” His fingers turn to needles. “What should we test first?”
*paolo is totally gonna be the ‘we’re not getting a dog, my dad with the dog:’ meme*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh, yes, uh… what was his name again? Lucci or something like that?”
“Indeed. I am his boss. My name is… well, actually, better you don’t know my name. In any case, I wanted to check up on you and make sure you were performing your duties in taking out enemy Stand users.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“What? I wasn’t told to do anything yet. He said he’d contact me when he needs me, he hired me just to give him information.”
“Indeed. And I was wondering if you had information on enemy Stand users.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh, no. I don’t know who he wants me to research yet. If I could have their names, though, I could document whatever they’re doing constantly.”
Paolo is searching the street where Velvet Underground was last night to try and find the bag.
de Croce is walking around the outskirts of town, a rope of steel wrapped around his torso.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Lucci comes back there holding the bag and some matches.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Spotting him, Paolo attempts to hide somewhere. 20
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He doesn't notice him, he lights one of the matches and pulls out a cigarette. "Now would be a good time to come before I burn this, If you are here at all."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*has he opened it yet?*
Paolo grimaces, but says nothing.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*He took it to the hotel so probably.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*okay. it held about 1000€ in cash, a lot of broken glass, a nondescript piece of red paper, and a pocket knife*
Paolo grimaces and sends his Stand out to communicate in his stead.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh it's you again. I'd rather have the user here. Are they nearby?" Lucci lights his cigarette and starts blowing smoke.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
It shakes its head.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Well, because your user isn't my ally I am most likely going to burn this. Can you get your user to come here?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
It looks hesitant, but then nods and disappears. Paolo walks out from the shadows. “Hello, sir.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Hello sir. Why did your stand lie?" He takes out another cigarette and offers it to him
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“No thank you. It was because I have self-preservative instincts, and my Stand is compelled to help me in any way it can.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.