JoJo's Bizarre AU

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Cascada: A hamon wielder who resides on Air Supplena Island. She largely isn't involved with Joseph and Caesar's training, since her focus is on the healing side of the practice. Looks up to Lisa Lisa a great deal, and treats the boys like they're her rowdy little brothers.

Zappa, Turner, Joplin, & Garcia: A quartet of Stand-users who work for the Speedwagon Foundation.

Lucrezia Stelline, Sara Canestrelli, & Natale Amaretto: A trio of back-alley doctors who work at a clinic in Naples affiliated with Passione. All three have Stands.

Lia Brooks: An American sixteen year old stuck in Italy after a vacation gone horribly wrong. Shot by some assholes, saved by Bucciarati, subsequently joined Passione and his team. Stand name is Astral Romance, which grants her some batshit durability and also shoot-em-up mechanics via flower petals.

Prompto Argentum: Another child of Dio's, he and Bucciarati meet when Bucciarati stumbles into his hideaway after a fight. Stand name is Paparazzi, a Stand that looks like a camera that allows Prompto to affect anyone shown in the picture.

"Nines": A teenager of unknown origin who seems to be anywhere and everywhere at once. Formerly a member of a group of twisted Stand users, recently left this group to wander around and learn what he can on his own. Stand name is Puppet Loosely Strung, which allows him to take over another person's actions for a time; however, the longer he stays in the more psychic backlash he feels when he leaves, and if he is in for too long, he risks losing himself.

Yuu: A transfer student who attended Giorno's school up until being stabbed by Black Sabbath's Stand arrow, and is then left with little choice but to join Passione. Stand name is Jar of Hearts, which allows for the collection and storage of others' injuries, thus healing them. These injuries cannot be stored indefinitely and have to be inflicted on something or someone within a certain amount of time or else Yuu will take the brunt of the damage themself. Has a sub-Stand ability called Heartbreaker, allowing for Yuu to weaponize their own physical and emotional pain.

Comments

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Done.

[They get back to Bucciarati's new, fancier place as befits a mob boss. Fugo is told of the dinner plans and then Abbacchio leaves Bucciarati just long enough to wash up and toss the bloodstained jacket into the laundry meant for the bloodstained stuff before tracking down the boss.]

[nellacerniera]

[Bucciarati basically immediately retreats into privacy as soon as they get back.

By the time Abbacchio tracks him down, Bucciarati's since washed up himself and changed clothes. He's got some music going in the background.

He looks exhausted.]

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[It's always so weird to see Bucciarati in something not his suit. But a good weird. Abbacchio certainly won't complain and hopefully Bucciarati doesn't mind him in sweats and a tank top.

He goes over to stand next to Bruno, leaning against the wall.]

That American place? Quick, trashy, and cheap.

[nellacerniera]

[Bucciarati doesn't mind at all.

(He especially doesn't mind the tank top, but, well. That's neither here nor there, is it.)

He considers it for a few moments, then nods.]

That sounds good, yes.

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Just lemme know what you want, I'll tell one of the others and we'll get it ordered.

[But first, Abbacchio is going to flop face first onto Bruno's sofa and let the soft embrace of a pillow suffocating him soothe him for a moment.]

[nellacerniera]

[Yeah, Bruno's going to let him have a moment or two there because, well, he can't blame Abbacchio after today.

But after a bit, Bruno will rattle off his order.]

[ripetuto]

[A thumbs up as Abbacchio stands and stumbles his way to the door, flagging down the first grunt he sees so he can pass along the order.

He goes right back to suffocating himself with the pillow when he's done.]

Fuck that Stand in particular.

[nellacerniera]

You can say that again.

[After a while, he wanders over to the sofa, gently nudging Abbacchio.

Scoot over, he wants to sit with you.]

[ripetuto]

[And he scoots, finally sitting up.]

At least he's dead. Now comes the rest of them.

[nellacerniera]

[Bucciarati practically flops onto the sofa himself, leaning against Abbacchio and closing his eyes.]

Right. Soon, they won't be a problem anymore.

[Which. Great. But right now he wants to try to forget that one smug bastard's face.]

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[Well, Abbacchio is confused but not going to complain. He shifts to let Bucciarati lean against him more comfortably.]

Yeah. Yeah.

[He just idly reaches up to undo Bucciarati's braid.]

I say we give Mista several guns so he doesn't have to stop and reload.

[nellacerniera]

Agreed.

[When Bucciarati realizes Abbacchio's undoing his braid, he tilts his head to make that a bit easier.

... This is nice.]

[ripetuto]

[Braid, hairclips, all of it is coming out. It's something to focus on that isn't too complicated. Just what he needs.

And maybe it'll lull Bucciarati to sleep and he won't ask about what Abbacchio saw.]

[nellacerniera]

[At least let him eat first before you try to lull him to sleep!!

It really is tempting to let it happen, but Bucciarati's going to resist the temptation.]

Abbacchio, can I ask you something?

[ripetuto]

What?

[nellacerniera]

... What did you see earlier? I don't think I've ever seen you so rattled.

[ripetuto]

[Dammit.

He sighs.]

Giorno.

[nellacerniera]

[... Oh. Oh dear. Giorno had been tight-lipped about his background this entire time, and if Abbacchio's reaction here is any indication... oh, Bucciarati is very worried indeed.

He frowns, but doesn't say anything, just gently rubbing at Abbacchio's forearm in an attempt to be soothing.]

[ripetuto]

I thought he was just some idiot punk who joined up for fun.

[nellacerniera]

[... Ah.

Well, this explains a lot about Abbacchio's behavior towards Giorno from the outset, and some part of Bucciarati had suspected it, but he's not going to say as much. Not the time.

He just keeps rubbing at Abbacchio's arm.]

[ripetuto]

He wasn't. I won't say anything else, but. Fuck, I'm an asshole.

[nellacerniera]

[...

Okay, like.

He's not going to say as much but yes, Abbacchio, you were kind of an ass.]

You had no way of knowing. Giorno isn't exactly an open book.

[ripetuto]

Don't make excuses for me, Bucciarati. I was a dick. I should have trusted you that you wouldn't have brought someone like that into Passione, and I didn't. I was a dick.

[nellacerniera]

[Soft sigh.]

Do you plan on apologizing? When you can face him again.

[ripetuto]

No. He won't ask and there's no way to apologize without making a big deal out of it.

[But...]

I'll step off, though.