JoJo's Bizarre AU

[ripetuto]

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]

Right.

[He'll help Abbacchio up and to his place where he'll stitch that wound up. Thank god he's got steady hands.]

There... just take it easy for now, alright?

[ripetuto]

[It's rough, and there's nothing to numb it except ice, but Abbacchio manages it even if he is sweating buckets and pale as a ghost by the end of it.]

Y-yeah. Fuck, that hurt.

[nellacerniera]

Sorry I couldn't make that any easier on you. The clinic I go to was too far away and Canestrelli would probably have thrown a fit if I brought you in.

[ripetuto]

The way you say that makes me think that dealing with that would have been worse than stitches without anesthesia.

[He tries to sit up a little more, wincing.]

Ow, think he bruised a rib.

[nellacerniera]

It would have, yes.

[Bucciarati winces sympathetically when Abbacchio tries to sit up.]

It could be worse at least...

[ripetuto]

Yeah. I could be dead.

[And he is, mercifully, not.]

I owe you, Bucciarati. You didn't have to help me.

[nellacerniera]

Maybe not, but I wanted to.

[He's rather fond of Abbacchio at this point, after all.

("Fond" is an understatement.)]

[ripetuto]

[A tired laugh.]

A mafioso helping the cop he has in his pocket. Never would've guessed. D'you mind if I crash here for a bit?

[nellacerniera]

I don't mind at all. Get some rest and then we can talk about dinner in a bit, alright? And let me know if you need me to bring you anything.

[ripetuto]

Thanks.

[Abbacchio more or less passes out in moments and stays passed out for several hours until it is well past sunset. He wakes up confused and tries to move--and then cries out in pain because oh right stab wound.]

[nellacerniera]

[And that gets Bucciarati rushing in, freshly showered and just in a pair of lounge pants.]

Abbacchio, are you alright?!

[ripetuto]

Fuck, yeah, just--

[He looks up, gets an eyeful of shirt, still damp Bucciarati--

And promptly falls over sideways onto the bruised ribs, crying out in pain again.]

[nellacerniera]

[And that's still going to prompt Bucciarati to hurry over to check on him because yeah, ow.]

At least that was just the side with the bruising...

[As he helps Abbacchio sit up. Sorry, Abbacchio.]

[ripetuto]

[Oh no he's hot. This is an attack on him, personally.]

Yeah. Fuck, do you have anything for pain? I don't care if it's not strictly legal.

[Specifically meaning "gotten without a prescription" since. Yeah.]

[nellacerniera]

[Yeah, he realizes what Abbacchio meant.

He nods, hurrying off. He brings back painkillers and water when he returns.]

Here. I... do have more that are fine to be taken alongside these if you need them, but you should probably have food before you take those.

[ripetuto]

I don't care.

[He takes the water and the pills and downs them both.]

How long was I asleep?

[nellacerniera]

Several hours. Sunset was a couple hours ago.

[ripetuto]

Shit. Well, good thing I'm off the next two days.

[And no one will come looking for him.]

I'll pay you back, but is there anyway I could eat here before heading home?

[nellacerniera]

Of course. I was going to ask if you wanted dinner anyway.

[This is very much not how he was hoping to have dinner with Abbacchio, but.]

... Just. Let me finish getting dressed.

[ripetuto]

--right. Yeah, sure, sorry.

[He is in pain and for a moment he thought Bucciarati meant he was going to ask Abbacchio to dinner like a date. Obviously not, what the hell, Leone?]

[nellacerniera]

[LISTEN... listen, he'd like to, but circumstances don't really allow for it...

He's gonna go get a shirt on, then rejoin Abbacchio.]

What would you like for dinner?

[ripetuto]

Probably something easy, like soup. I don't want to get sick, even if I'm starving.

[nellacerniera]

Soup it is, then. I'll go get something started. [And as he heads towards the kitchen--] If you need anything in the meantime, just ask.

[ripetuto]

Do you mind if I try and wash up some?

[nellacerniera]

I don't mind, no. Go right ahead.