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

[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.

[nellacerniera]

Alright.

[And, y'know what? That's just fine.

There's a knock at the door afterward, which is almost certainly their food, so Bruno gently squeezes Abbacchio's arm before going to answer the door. One quick conversation with Fugo later, and Bruno sits back down next to Abbacchio, their dinner in hand.]

Here.

[ripetuto]

[Abbacchio takes his order from Bruno and just digs right in.]

America may have shit cuisine but they know how to make good junk.

[nellacerniera]

They really do.

[Bruno's going to dig right in, too. Just what he needed after that absolute shitshow earlier.

Once he's done, he leans against Abbacchio again and sighs.]

[ripetuto]

[Sometimes, all you need is junk.

When Bucciarati leans against him, Abbacchio goes back to fixing his hair.]

There aren't any bobby pins, how the hell do you do this...

[nellacerniera]

[And that earns a quiet laugh out of Bucciarati.]

I could show you sometime, if you want.

[ripetuto]

Please, there are girls I went to high school with who would kill for that secret.

[How.]

I can't do shit with mine, but...

[nellacerniera]

[Bucciarati reaches up to play with a lock of Abbacchio's hair, chuckling.]

Sometime soon, then.

[ripetuto]

Good.

[Hmm...dare he say it?]

That way if you need help, I've got you.

[nellacerniera]

I appreciate that. Thank you.

[... Abbacchio seems to be feeling a little better by this point. Thank goodness.

He's just. Going to keep playing with Abbacchio's hair, yep.]

[ripetuto]

[He's so weak to that.

Eventually he gets Brunno's hair undone, running his fingers through it instead of getting a comb.]

Feeling better?

[nellacerniera]

Considerably. Thank you.

[Is he leaning into Abbacchio's touch a bit, there? Maybe.]

What about you?

[ripetuto]

A little. Just tired, for the most part.

[Which. Yeah.]

I may end up just crashing on your sofa, if I'm honest.

[nellacerniera]

[Yeah.

Bruno falls quiet for a few moments, considering something.]

[ripetuto]

[Abbacchio doesn't say anything, assuming Bucciarati is just thinking. He will, however, keep playing with his hair.]

[nellacerniera]

[...

Fuck it, he's going for it.]

... You know. There's plenty of room in my bed for both of us. It'd be more comfortable than the sofa.

[ripetuto]

[Abbacchio chokes on air, leaning forward to catch his breath because what the hell?!]

E-excuse me?

[nellacerniera]

[JUST A BRIEF LOOK LIKE "I SAID WHAT I SAID".

But soon after that, Bruno is... averting his gaze, color rising in his cheeks.]

I mean, I understand if you wouldn't want to, and I don't mind if you crash on the sofa, but... I just... thought I'd put the offer out there...

[... Damn it. Maybe he misread the signals?]