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]

[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.

[ripetuto]

Thanks.

[Abbacchio stumbles to his feet and into the bathroom. It takes him some time, since he has to be mindful of the stitches, but eventually he comes out.

Shirtless. Because his t-shirt is bloody and useless and honestly just needs to be burned.

(He is very built.)]

Hey, do you have a shirt I can borrow?

[nellacerniera]

Hm?

[... Oh.

Oh.

Sorry, Abbacchio, Bucciarati has to stare for a few moments! Because Bucciarati is very gay and Abbacchio is, quite frankly, very hot.

... He'll collect himself quickly enough.]

Ah, um, yes, go ahead if you find something that'll--that'll fit.

[Oh god, he is so red right now, he has to be--]

[ripetuto]

[Was.

Was Bucciarati staring? At him? Shirtless? What.

Abbacchio goes, suddenly shy, and returns after a minute or so in a tank top.]

Your t-shirts are all too small for me...

[nellacerniera]

[Just when Bucciarati thinks the redness is under control, here comes Abbacchio again in one of his tank tops.

Oh, he is entirely too gay for this.]

Ah--um. Sorry about that.

[About not having t-shirts that'd fit him or about openly checking him out? Unclear.]

[ripetuto]

[He was absolutely staring at him.

Holy shit.

What does he do.]

It's not--it's fine.

[Checking him out or not having a shirt that fit? Yes.]

[nellacerniera]

[Bucciarati offers Abbacchio an awkward, sheepish smile (he's still very, very red), before realizing something.]

Ah--um--the soup should be ready soon.

[ripetuto]

[Abbacchio is not much better, turning a little pink and looking away awkwardly.]

Great. I'll, uh. Great. I should sit down...

[nellacerniera]

I'll bring this over when it's ready.

[aaaaaaaaaaaa]

[ripetuto]

[aaaaaaaaaaaa

Abbacchio goes back to the main room and sits down on the sofa. He needs a minute to get the gay disaster under control, holy fuck.]

[nellacerniera]

[And luckily finishing up in the kitchen will give Bucciarati the minute or so that he needs.

(But he's definitely not going to be able to stop himself from looking at Abbacchio's arms when he brings the soup in, goodness gracious.)

The soup is nothing fancy, just made with spinach, grated cheese, and egg, but hopefully it'll do.]

Here...

[ripetuto]

[Abbacchio takes the soup with a murmured "thanks"]

I really do owe for this, Bucciarati.

[nellacerniera]

Honestly, I'm just glad I could help. You don't really owe me anything, I think...

[ripetuto]

You saved my life, treated me, and are now feeding me. I owe you. Not sure how I'll repay you, but I owe you.

[nellacerniera]

[As much as Bucciarati wants to insist that Abbacchio doesn't owe him, he does realize he's not going to be able to convince him of that.

So he just nods and sits down to start on his own soup.]