[ giorno totally meant to bother them. but he watches his targets leave in a disgruntled manner after telling off jotaro about manners and how to better manage relationships in a triad. the group has to suffer a well-meaning spiel regarding give-and-take in relationships and other such pearls of wisdom to anyone considering being a part of a triad. this is all very well and dandy and giorno is doing his best not to roll his eyes at it as he dusts off his uniform, having been dumped unceremoniously by jotaro to the cold hard ground. it is with great restraint that he did not allow himself to be more extra than usual and be lifted back onto his feet by a giant weeping willow.
so, now. giorno is no longer in the middle of a scuffle, so he can clearly look at everyone in their motley crew. there's f.f., who had a bad impression of him back when he was doing his magic mission. there's jotaro, who also had a bad impression of him back when he was doing his magic mission, so obviously he's doing well here. there's okuyasu, whom he wrote an obituary for, amongst other things. caesar, who is also italian, and that explains everything - well, almost everything. and then there's him. if there was any other reason for him to feel absolutely out of place right now, well, he just found it. because the thing that united all of them, above everything else, is the fact that one way or another they're part of the joestar legacy ... whatever that is. and here he was, fifteen going on seventy, a mafia boss with no connections. he might as well be luca brasi; he might as well be luca with the shovel back in the airport when things were simpler.
he makes the requisite apologies to the palai, as is expected, though as far as he's concerned he doesn't really need to. and then giorno purses his lips at them, but especially at jotaro, whose star platinum is looming over his giant shoulders. he meets his glare with his own. ]
I suppose proper introductions are in order.
My name is Giorno Giovanna. I come from Naples, 2001. None of your names are familiar to me, with the exception of Dio Brando's, which apparently is a difficult topic overall, to put it lightly ... and certain others, which I will withhold until I understand us better. [ he glances at jotaro again. he remembers, very clearly, that koichi was hell bent on informing "his friends back in japan." was this what he meant? there hadn't been enough time to ask of polnareff. ]
If we're finished here .... let's move. I have a lot of questions to begin with. [ a pause, and then he adds, ] And I'm sure some of you have your own, if you haven't answered them already amongst each other.
I apologize for the scuffle. Wasn't aware that I'd be dragged to a meeting in the first place. [ he shakes his head at okuyasu's direction. ] But that's how things are. Stand users are fated to meet each other, right? I should be more surprised about this, but I'm not anymore.
[ he glances at caesar. is he a stand user? he history of the arrows that polnareff told him is vague and unclear, but who knows how far they've traveled since the days before doppio and enya. ]
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so, now. giorno is no longer in the middle of a scuffle, so he can clearly look at everyone in their motley crew. there's f.f., who had a bad impression of him back when he was doing his magic mission. there's jotaro, who also had a bad impression of him back when he was doing his magic mission, so obviously he's doing well here. there's okuyasu, whom he wrote an obituary for, amongst other things. caesar, who is also italian, and that explains everything - well, almost everything. and then there's him. if there was any other reason for him to feel absolutely out of place right now, well, he just found it. because the thing that united all of them, above everything else, is the fact that one way or another they're part of the joestar legacy ... whatever that is. and here he was, fifteen going on seventy, a mafia boss with no connections. he might as well be luca brasi; he might as well be luca with the shovel back in the airport when things were simpler.
he makes the requisite apologies to the palai, as is expected, though as far as he's concerned he doesn't really need to. and then giorno purses his lips at them, but especially at jotaro, whose star platinum is looming over his giant shoulders. he meets his glare with his own. ]
I suppose proper introductions are in order.
My name is Giorno Giovanna. I come from Naples, 2001. None of your names are familiar to me, with the exception of Dio Brando's, which apparently is a difficult topic overall, to put it lightly ... and certain others, which I will withhold until I understand us better. [ he glances at jotaro again. he remembers, very clearly, that koichi was hell bent on informing "his friends back in japan." was this what he meant? there hadn't been enough time to ask of polnareff. ]
If we're finished here .... let's move. I have a lot of questions to begin with. [ a pause, and then he adds, ] And I'm sure some of you have your own, if you haven't answered them already amongst each other.
I apologize for the scuffle. Wasn't aware that I'd be dragged to a meeting in the first place. [ he shakes his head at okuyasu's direction. ] But that's how things are. Stand users are fated to meet each other, right? I should be more surprised about this, but I'm not anymore.
[ he glances at caesar. is he a stand user? he history of the arrows that polnareff told him is vague and unclear, but who knows how far they've traveled since the days before doppio and enya. ]