I’m probably not going to be posting on here as much. Sorry about that.
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Thursday, October 28, 2021
DA-tober 2021 28th - 31st: Holiday
Isabela put on the brown pants, the cream-colored ruffled shirt, the brown corset, and the long black boots. And, of course, she was wearing an admiral’s hat, which was red. When she was done dressing up, she picked up the phone and called her friend Merrill.
“Done yet, kitten?” she asked.
“My hat is missing. I think I left it at Anders’ house.”
“Alright, let’s swing by Anders.”
Since both of their houses were close to his, they only needed to walk.
“Oh, your outfit is so beautiful!” complimented Isabela.
Merrill had on a black blouse along with a corset. As for her lower part of the body, she wore a black layered mini skirt and black and orange striped leggings. Her shoes were black and pointy.
“Thank you! I love your outfit too.”
Merrill gently knocked on Anders’ door. “Hello?” she said.
Anders opened the door. He had on a ragged gray robe, a long white beard, and a gray pointy hat. However, even though they couldn’t see, he was wearing sneakers.
“Anders,” Merrill said, “you wouldn’t happen to have my hat, would you?”
“Oh, I wondered why I had another hat. Let me--”
“Aha!” Varric jumped out of a bush. “Costume thief you are!”
Varric was dressed up as Santa. And to their surprise, Fenris was there also. He was dressed up as a Christmas elf.
“Isn’t it too early for Christmas?” Anders asked.
“Hey, it’s a costume. Anyways, Blondie, when we went shopping for costumes, I think my beard got mixed into your cart.”
“And you decided to confront me now?” He crossed his arms. “Lucky for you, I do have an extra. Huh, maybe it did get mixed up. Strange how I happened to have an extra costume accessory when people need it. I’ll be back.”
Anders came back, giving both Merrill and Varric what they needed.
“Alright, can we go now?” Isabela. “I want some candy.”
“Hey, Anders!” Hawke said. He came out of nowhere, approaching his house. “Do you have a collar? I need it for my costume.”
Hawke was dressed up as a fluffy brown dog.
“No, I don’t,” Anders lied. “Let’s just go. Come on, let’s see if Aveline wants to come.”
“No, she can’t come,” Isabela said. “She has patrol duty.”
“A shame. Well, let’s go!” Anders said.
“To the richest neighborhood!” Isabela added.
---
They headed to the richest neighborhood near them. The roads were prettier, and the fancy light posts kept it well-lit. Each house has stunning Halloween decorations. One of the houses that caught their attention had an impressive light show that played Enter Sandman by Metallica. It drew in a crowd. The six of them stood and watched for a while.
“Impressive,” Isabela commented, “but I’d rather get some candy now. We’ll come back later and watch.”
“Yeah,” Varric agreed, “and we just got here. Let’s try and get some candy before people run out.”
The rest of them continued forth except for Hawke, who was mesmerized by the pretty lights.
“Hawke?” Merrill tried to grab his attention.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in just a sec,” he replied.
“Ah, forget him,” Fenris said.
“Hate to leave him, but we should get a move on,” Isabela said.
The five of them went to many houses, filling their bags up with treats. Some of the houses they visited had peculiar people. One home, which looked like a castle, had a man hand them an address to the chantry. At the other house-- the one that looked like a gingerbread house but spooky --a Qunari gave them a basket of baked goods. Fenris and Varric managed to get Christmas-themed baked goods. At another house, a woman dressed up like Maleficent told them that they were too old to go trick-or-treating and slammed the door. Furious, Isabela threw some toilet paper she had in her candy bag. Varric cheered her on.
“Who carries toilet paper?” Fenris commented.
“Well, I knew someone was going to be a killjoy. I came prepared,” Isabela answered.
Before any of them could leave, they noticed this one house that stood out from the rest of them. This house was far away, and it looked more like a little hut. It wasn’t well-lit like the others and was closer to the marshes. Merrill only pointed it out because there was a lit cauldron at the front of the house.
“We should go to that house!” Merrill said.
“I don’t know, Daisy,” Varric replied. “That house looks pretty creepy.”
“Maybe we should wait for Hawke,” Anders said.
“Where is he?” Isabela said impatiently. “Let’s just go.”
They went anyway. The door of the hut looked rustic and quickly put together.
“Is this Shrek’s hut?” Varric joked.
The door opened. There was a woman with black hair tied in a ponytail. Her shirt showed a lot of skin, but she was wearing a bra.
“Um, you shouldn’t be here,” the woman said.
“And why not?” Fenris asked.
“Who’s there?” said an old woman inside the hut.
“Nobody, mother,” she replied.
“Nonsense!” The old woman then stood at the door. She carried a giant spoon. “Oh, a witch, how cute.”
“Oh, thank you!” Merrill responded. “I like your outfit too! You look like an authentic witch.”
“Oh, is that so?” the old woman responded. She then walked towards the cauldron. For some reason, the five of them walked towards it. The liquid was red and bubbling.
“You guys smell that?” Isabela asked. “It smells like a cinnamon bun.”
“How strange, I smell strawberries,” Merrill replied.
“It smells like old paper. Is that normal? It’s not food,” Varric said.
“I can smell food,” Anders said,” but it’s meant for cats.”
“How are we getting different smells?” Fenris questioned. “How is that even possible? It smells like a sweaty locker room. What is this, magic?”
“You are correct,” the old woman replied and chuckled manically.
Suddenly, the cauldron smelled like something rotten. Anders investigated the cauldron and saw a patch of fluffy brown fur.
“It can’t be!” Anders yelled.
They all tried to make a run for it, but then the cauldron got all gassy, causing them to pass out.
---
They all awoke, looking at the house with the light show with Metallica in the background.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in just a sec,” Hawke said.
“Wait, what's going on?” Merrill asked.
“Weren’t we at that witch’s hut?” Fenris questioned.
“I feel sick. I think I want to go home,” Anders said.
“What?” Hawke said. “But we just got here!”
“You know, I think we are a bit too old to go trick-or-treating,” Isabela replied.
“Nonsense!” Varric argued. “Next time, we just got to bring Aveline.”
“Done yet, kitten?” she asked.
“My hat is missing. I think I left it at Anders’ house.”
“Alright, let’s swing by Anders.”
Since both of their houses were close to his, they only needed to walk.
“Oh, your outfit is so beautiful!” complimented Isabela.
Merrill had on a black blouse along with a corset. As for her lower part of the body, she wore a black layered mini skirt and black and orange striped leggings. Her shoes were black and pointy.
“Thank you! I love your outfit too.”
Merrill gently knocked on Anders’ door. “Hello?” she said.
Anders opened the door. He had on a ragged gray robe, a long white beard, and a gray pointy hat. However, even though they couldn’t see, he was wearing sneakers.
“Anders,” Merrill said, “you wouldn’t happen to have my hat, would you?”
“Oh, I wondered why I had another hat. Let me--”
“Aha!” Varric jumped out of a bush. “Costume thief you are!”
Varric was dressed up as Santa. And to their surprise, Fenris was there also. He was dressed up as a Christmas elf.
“Isn’t it too early for Christmas?” Anders asked.
“Hey, it’s a costume. Anyways, Blondie, when we went shopping for costumes, I think my beard got mixed into your cart.”
“And you decided to confront me now?” He crossed his arms. “Lucky for you, I do have an extra. Huh, maybe it did get mixed up. Strange how I happened to have an extra costume accessory when people need it. I’ll be back.”
Anders came back, giving both Merrill and Varric what they needed.
“Alright, can we go now?” Isabela. “I want some candy.”
“Hey, Anders!” Hawke said. He came out of nowhere, approaching his house. “Do you have a collar? I need it for my costume.”
Hawke was dressed up as a fluffy brown dog.
“No, I don’t,” Anders lied. “Let’s just go. Come on, let’s see if Aveline wants to come.”
“No, she can’t come,” Isabela said. “She has patrol duty.”
“A shame. Well, let’s go!” Anders said.
“To the richest neighborhood!” Isabela added.
---
They headed to the richest neighborhood near them. The roads were prettier, and the fancy light posts kept it well-lit. Each house has stunning Halloween decorations. One of the houses that caught their attention had an impressive light show that played Enter Sandman by Metallica. It drew in a crowd. The six of them stood and watched for a while.
“Impressive,” Isabela commented, “but I’d rather get some candy now. We’ll come back later and watch.”
“Yeah,” Varric agreed, “and we just got here. Let’s try and get some candy before people run out.”
The rest of them continued forth except for Hawke, who was mesmerized by the pretty lights.
“Hawke?” Merrill tried to grab his attention.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in just a sec,” he replied.
“Ah, forget him,” Fenris said.
“Hate to leave him, but we should get a move on,” Isabela said.
The five of them went to many houses, filling their bags up with treats. Some of the houses they visited had peculiar people. One home, which looked like a castle, had a man hand them an address to the chantry. At the other house-- the one that looked like a gingerbread house but spooky --a Qunari gave them a basket of baked goods. Fenris and Varric managed to get Christmas-themed baked goods. At another house, a woman dressed up like Maleficent told them that they were too old to go trick-or-treating and slammed the door. Furious, Isabela threw some toilet paper she had in her candy bag. Varric cheered her on.
“Who carries toilet paper?” Fenris commented.
“Well, I knew someone was going to be a killjoy. I came prepared,” Isabela answered.
Before any of them could leave, they noticed this one house that stood out from the rest of them. This house was far away, and it looked more like a little hut. It wasn’t well-lit like the others and was closer to the marshes. Merrill only pointed it out because there was a lit cauldron at the front of the house.
“We should go to that house!” Merrill said.
“I don’t know, Daisy,” Varric replied. “That house looks pretty creepy.”
“Maybe we should wait for Hawke,” Anders said.
“Where is he?” Isabela said impatiently. “Let’s just go.”
They went anyway. The door of the hut looked rustic and quickly put together.
“Is this Shrek’s hut?” Varric joked.
The door opened. There was a woman with black hair tied in a ponytail. Her shirt showed a lot of skin, but she was wearing a bra.
“Um, you shouldn’t be here,” the woman said.
“And why not?” Fenris asked.
“Who’s there?” said an old woman inside the hut.
“Nobody, mother,” she replied.
“Nonsense!” The old woman then stood at the door. She carried a giant spoon. “Oh, a witch, how cute.”
“Oh, thank you!” Merrill responded. “I like your outfit too! You look like an authentic witch.”
“Oh, is that so?” the old woman responded. She then walked towards the cauldron. For some reason, the five of them walked towards it. The liquid was red and bubbling.
“You guys smell that?” Isabela asked. “It smells like a cinnamon bun.”
“How strange, I smell strawberries,” Merrill replied.
“It smells like old paper. Is that normal? It’s not food,” Varric said.
“I can smell food,” Anders said,” but it’s meant for cats.”
“How are we getting different smells?” Fenris questioned. “How is that even possible? It smells like a sweaty locker room. What is this, magic?”
“You are correct,” the old woman replied and chuckled manically.
Suddenly, the cauldron smelled like something rotten. Anders investigated the cauldron and saw a patch of fluffy brown fur.
“It can’t be!” Anders yelled.
They all tried to make a run for it, but then the cauldron got all gassy, causing them to pass out.
---
They all awoke, looking at the house with the light show with Metallica in the background.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in just a sec,” Hawke said.
“Wait, what's going on?” Merrill asked.
“Weren’t we at that witch’s hut?” Fenris questioned.
“I feel sick. I think I want to go home,” Anders said.
“What?” Hawke said. “But we just got here!”
“You know, I think we are a bit too old to go trick-or-treating,” Isabela replied.
“Nonsense!” Varric argued. “Next time, we just got to bring Aveline.”
Sunday, October 24, 2021
Thursday, October 21, 2021
Monday, October 18, 2021
DA-tober 18th-21st: Tragedy
Hawke and Fenris walked into the Hanged Man. The only person in the tavern beside them was a red-headed elf, his sister. Other than that, it was eerily empty. No drunks, no one but them.
“Varania?” he called out.
“Leto,” she replied and stood up. A frown grew on her face.
“What’s wrong? Why are you—”
“Ah, Fenris,” spoke a voice that caused Fenris’ heart to race. The white-haired elf looked at the top of the stairs where Danarius stood. He descended the stairs, standing next to Varania.
“You!” Fenris shouted. He then glared at his sister. “And you, I thought I could trust you.”
“I’m so sorry, Leto.”
“Can we just get on with this?” Hawke complained. “You have your elf. Take him and go.”
Fenris looked at him, confused. He couldn’t believe what he heard. Perhaps his ears betrayed him. “Hawke?”
“Fenris, there was a time where I loved you, but you broke my heart!” he explained. “That, and I can’t support your views on people like me. Anders was right about you.”
His heart dropped. So that’s why Hawke didn’t bring anyone else with them. Coward! Fenris clenched his fists. He wanted to drive his fist into his chest, but he knew he was outnumbered. He bit his lips. He felt alone. He is alone.
“You mages are the same!” is what he wanted to shout, but instead, he muttered it, irritating Hawke.
“Speak up,” he demanded. “What was that?”
“Ignore him,” suggested Danarius. “You’ll never see him again. And this time, I’ll train him to be more obedient.”
“So long,” Hawke said, “and may we never see each other ever again.”
Fenris followed his master outside the tavern. His head hanged low.
Saturday, October 16, 2021
Wednesday, October 13, 2021
DA-tober 2021 - Home (11th-14th)
Anders lay sleeping on the bed he and Hawke shared. It was about 11 AM, and he should be up, but he was exhausted from healing the sick in his clinic. Thankfully, someone else was helping. But now Anders was fully rested and got up. First, he made the bed, trying to make it as neat as possible. It bothered him that his boyfriend’s mabari kept shedding his fur.
Once finished, he headed downstairs to the library. He noticed a bunch of books stacked on one of the desks. All the books seemed to be related to cats. One of them was a large book about how to train mabaris to get along with cats.
No, Hawke wouldn’t, he thought.
Anders heard the door open along with Hawke’s dog barking.
“Calm down, Duke,” Hawke said, speaking to his dog.
In his arms, he held a calico cat. He placed it down. Duke went up to sniff the cat, but it hissed in response. The mabari cowered.
“I trained Duke to get used to cats, but Cleo here doesn’t like dogs,” Hawke commented.
A smile grew on the mage’s face. “You got us a cat?” Anders spoke.
“Anything for you, dear.”
Once finished, he headed downstairs to the library. He noticed a bunch of books stacked on one of the desks. All the books seemed to be related to cats. One of them was a large book about how to train mabaris to get along with cats.
No, Hawke wouldn’t, he thought.
Anders heard the door open along with Hawke’s dog barking.
“Calm down, Duke,” Hawke said, speaking to his dog.
In his arms, he held a calico cat. He placed it down. Duke went up to sniff the cat, but it hissed in response. The mabari cowered.
“I trained Duke to get used to cats, but Cleo here doesn’t like dogs,” Hawke commented.
A smile grew on the mage’s face. “You got us a cat?” Anders spoke.
“Anything for you, dear.”
Wednesday, September 29, 2021
Monday, September 27, 2021
Bruno Bucciarati Week 2021 - Birthday
“Do you have what I need?” Narancia spoke softly to the stranger.
“Yeah, and the cash?”
“Here.”
Bruno, who was hiding in the shadows, heard everything. He couldn’t believe it. His heart dropped. Narancia bought crack from some guy in a white van. The black-haired boy put the white substance in his back pocket. The stranger drove off. They didn’t even check to see if anyone saw their exchange.
Did he just buy drugs in broad daylight? he thought, clenching his fists.
People went about their day. Not a single person cared about what Bruno just witnessed. He burned the license plate into his memory. For now, he followed Narancia, who was heading to the Libeccio, the restaurant they always hung out. For some reason, the sign said closed, but the host let Narancia enter. Bruno then approached the restaurant.
“Bruno!” the host said. “Hey, sorry, you can’t come in yet. We’re currently planning something.”
“How come Narancia was allowed in?” he asked.
“He’s helping.”
“With what?”
“Sorry, come back later.”
He went to the side of the building where their table was, looking through the window. Narancia, Fugo, and Mista were at the table. He wasn’t sure where Abbacchio was. The three of them were speaking.
“I got what we finally needed!” Narancia spoke as he plopped down the white substance on the table.
“Is this--” Fugo said, opening the bag and using his fingers to taste it. “Oh, it is!”
“This is ridiculous!” Abbacchio shouted. The tall man walked out of the kitchen, black clothes covered in white powder. “Why do I have to cook?”
Hearing enough of this, used Sticky Fingers to zip open the walls.
“What’s going on here?” Bruno demanded.
“Bucciarati!” they all panicked.
“Narancia, what the hell?” Bruno interrupted, shouting at him.
“What did I do?” he asked.
“You know exactly what you did. As for the others, I can’t believe this.”
“I should’ve known the host couldn’t stop you,” Fugo said.
“Bucciarati,” Abbacchio said, “I tried to bake the cake as fast as I could, but someone forgot to bring the sugar.”
“Wait, what?” Bruno was confused. “This bag doesn’t contain cocaine?”
Everyone in the room was silent, and then Narancia and Mista burst into laughter.
“Don’t tell me you forgot your birthday,” Fugo said.
“You could’ve got the chef to bake the cake!” Bruno said.
“That’s what I told Mista,” he said. “He said that one of us had to bake it so that it will be special.”
“Speaking of baking,” Mista said, “Abbacchio, let me help.”
“No, don’t accept his help!” Narancia interjected. “He can’t even cook spaghetti.”
Bruno took a seat and watched as the two started arguing. Fugo looked like he was about to pop a vein.
“Guys!” the blond shouted. “This place isn’t decorated. I’ll help Abbacchio bake the cake. You guys can place the decorations. Bucciarati, I’m so sorry. It did look shady, the way the sugar was in a plastic bag. We’ll try to be quick.”
Mista and Narancia decorated the room with blue, white, and yellow balloons and streamers.
“Let me help,” Bruno said.
“But it’s your birthday!” Mista said. “You don’t have to.”
“I’m going to help.”
The restaurant’s tablecloths were placed with blue, white, and yellow ones. Any flower that wasn’t those colors was replaced. Each seat had a balloon tied to it. Once they were done, they sat at their table, waiting for the cake. Fugo walked out of the kitchen, covered in powder and blue frosting staining his suit.
“Wow, you guys did amazing work with setting up the decorations,” the blond complemented. “The cake is done. We’re not patissiers, but we only knew how to bake a simple cake. Are you ready?”
“I’m sure it’ll be alright,” Bruno said. “I’m ready for the cake.”
“He’s ready!” Fugo shouted.
Abbacchio walked out of the kitchen, holding the blue-frosted circular cake. Whip cream surrounded the edges of the cake. “Happy Birthday, Bruno!” was written in yellow frosting and cursive. He placed the cake in the middle of the table.
“Happy birthday, Bucciarati!” they all said to him.
Abbacchio stuck the birthday candle in the middle. He then brought out his lighter, lighting the candle. Bruno thought for a few seconds and then blew out the candles.
“What was your wish?” Abbacchio asked.
“That’s a secret,” Bruno replied.
“Can we grab a slice?” Mista asked, sounding impatient.
“Let Bucciarati have the first slice,” Abbacchio said.
Bucciarati took a slice, and then the others cut a piece for themselves.
“Yeah, and the cash?”
“Here.”
Bruno, who was hiding in the shadows, heard everything. He couldn’t believe it. His heart dropped. Narancia bought crack from some guy in a white van. The black-haired boy put the white substance in his back pocket. The stranger drove off. They didn’t even check to see if anyone saw their exchange.
Did he just buy drugs in broad daylight? he thought, clenching his fists.
People went about their day. Not a single person cared about what Bruno just witnessed. He burned the license plate into his memory. For now, he followed Narancia, who was heading to the Libeccio, the restaurant they always hung out. For some reason, the sign said closed, but the host let Narancia enter. Bruno then approached the restaurant.
“Bruno!” the host said. “Hey, sorry, you can’t come in yet. We’re currently planning something.”
“How come Narancia was allowed in?” he asked.
“He’s helping.”
“With what?”
“Sorry, come back later.”
He went to the side of the building where their table was, looking through the window. Narancia, Fugo, and Mista were at the table. He wasn’t sure where Abbacchio was. The three of them were speaking.
“I got what we finally needed!” Narancia spoke as he plopped down the white substance on the table.
“Is this--” Fugo said, opening the bag and using his fingers to taste it. “Oh, it is!”
“This is ridiculous!” Abbacchio shouted. The tall man walked out of the kitchen, black clothes covered in white powder. “Why do I have to cook?”
Hearing enough of this, used Sticky Fingers to zip open the walls.
“What’s going on here?” Bruno demanded.
“Bucciarati!” they all panicked.
“Narancia, what the hell?” Bruno interrupted, shouting at him.
“What did I do?” he asked.
“You know exactly what you did. As for the others, I can’t believe this.”
“I should’ve known the host couldn’t stop you,” Fugo said.
“Bucciarati,” Abbacchio said, “I tried to bake the cake as fast as I could, but someone forgot to bring the sugar.”
“Wait, what?” Bruno was confused. “This bag doesn’t contain cocaine?”
Everyone in the room was silent, and then Narancia and Mista burst into laughter.
“Don’t tell me you forgot your birthday,” Fugo said.
“You could’ve got the chef to bake the cake!” Bruno said.
“That’s what I told Mista,” he said. “He said that one of us had to bake it so that it will be special.”
“Speaking of baking,” Mista said, “Abbacchio, let me help.”
“No, don’t accept his help!” Narancia interjected. “He can’t even cook spaghetti.”
Bruno took a seat and watched as the two started arguing. Fugo looked like he was about to pop a vein.
“Guys!” the blond shouted. “This place isn’t decorated. I’ll help Abbacchio bake the cake. You guys can place the decorations. Bucciarati, I’m so sorry. It did look shady, the way the sugar was in a plastic bag. We’ll try to be quick.”
Mista and Narancia decorated the room with blue, white, and yellow balloons and streamers.
“Let me help,” Bruno said.
“But it’s your birthday!” Mista said. “You don’t have to.”
“I’m going to help.”
The restaurant’s tablecloths were placed with blue, white, and yellow ones. Any flower that wasn’t those colors was replaced. Each seat had a balloon tied to it. Once they were done, they sat at their table, waiting for the cake. Fugo walked out of the kitchen, covered in powder and blue frosting staining his suit.
“Wow, you guys did amazing work with setting up the decorations,” the blond complemented. “The cake is done. We’re not patissiers, but we only knew how to bake a simple cake. Are you ready?”
“I’m sure it’ll be alright,” Bruno said. “I’m ready for the cake.”
“He’s ready!” Fugo shouted.
Abbacchio walked out of the kitchen, holding the blue-frosted circular cake. Whip cream surrounded the edges of the cake. “Happy Birthday, Bruno!” was written in yellow frosting and cursive. He placed the cake in the middle of the table.
“Happy birthday, Bucciarati!” they all said to him.
Abbacchio stuck the birthday candle in the middle. He then brought out his lighter, lighting the candle. Bruno thought for a few seconds and then blew out the candles.
“What was your wish?” Abbacchio asked.
“That’s a secret,” Bruno replied.
“Can we grab a slice?” Mista asked, sounding impatient.
“Let Bucciarati have the first slice,” Abbacchio said.
Bucciarati took a slice, and then the others cut a piece for themselves.
Thursday, September 23, 2021
Wednesday, September 22, 2021
Bruno Week 2021 - Team
Bruno looked at the alleyway. It was dark, but it wasn’t completely so. He held the escort’s sweaty hand tightly. The boy’s arms and legs were trembling.
“Hey, Bucciarati,” Narancia called out, trying to contain his panic, “we’re surrounded here. Why do they want this kid anyway?”
He did not answer. They were never told why, but only to follow. And if there was a reason, it did not matter.
He looked at the alleyway again and saw something move. Fugo saw what he was looking at.
“Don’t tell me we’re going into the alleyway,” the blond said.
“We have to. It’s that, or we get riddled with bullets.”
“You know, Fugo and I could probably handle them. Mista, too, maybe,” Narancia added.
“That’s a lot of people, Narancia,” Bruno reminded him. “No, the alleyway is the only way. Mista, I want you to go ahead of us. I saw something move. Abbacchio, watch this child. Besides, we’re not here to deal with these guys.”
The boy got behind Abbacchio, and then the six of them went in. Mista had his gun out, treading cautiously. Bruno scanned the area around him. There was absolutely nobody here. As they got closer to the other end of the alleyway, the person Bruno saw earlier appeared. Shadows still cloaked the stranger, and they fled to the inside of a building. Mista pointed his gun at the door, finger at the trigger.
“Come out, you bastard,” Mista whispered to himself, focusing on the door.
As they were all focused on the door, save for Fugo, who spotted a yellow glow on the brick wall near him. He took a step back, bumping into Narancia.
“Is something wrong?” the black-haired teen asked.
“Move, there’s something wrong with the wall.”
Bruno and Abbacchio turned their heads to see what’s happening, and a yellow beam of light appeared, blocking their view of Fugo and Narancia. After the blast dissipated, the two teens were sitting on the ground.
“The hell was that?” Narancia panicked.
“I read something about this,” Fugo said. “I think they’re called Hamon users.”
Bruno summoned his stand, placing a zipper on the wall and opening it, revealing two people: a buff young man, who Bruno suspected to be the Hamon user, and a gunman. The gunman hesitated, figuring who to shoot first. As he finally decided on who to shoot and aimed the gun at the kid, Mista shot his brains out first. As for the Hamon user, he stood completely unbothered. Before Bruno’s group could attack, the Hamon user used his stand, a purple vine, to grab them by the necks. Bruno noticed how their heads were aligned as if someone was going to take them out in one shot. Narancia used Aerosmith to attack him, shooting him in the foot. The attacker let go of them and retreated.
“I’ll chase him,” Bruno said. “Mista, keep an eye on the door.”
The hatted man looked at the door again. It was open, and he could see the guy at the door. He looked like a cowboy.
“Never did I ever think I would be working with a Hamon user,” he shouted. “It almost reminds me of my time in Egypt, except I was trying to kill a certain Hamon user and his group, not five gangsters and a kid.”
The cowboy pointed his gun at Mista. He shielded his head with his arms. Once the other fired, the bullet hit his arms, staining his clothes.
“Narancia, a little help here?” Mista complained.
“You know those dudes who were surrounding us earlier? They’re right behind us,” Narancia replied.
“Quick, into the building!” Abbacchio commanded. “Bucciarati, hurry!”
Bucciarati was chasing the man who ran upstairs. There was nowhere to go for him except through the window and into the other building. Bruno looked at the other building and noticed a busted window. He used Sticky Fingers to open the walls and jump to the other side. The other left a blood trail, thanks to Aerosmith hitting him in the foot before. He followed it, which led him to the rooftops. Following the blood trail, he had to hop across many buildings until he ran out of them. Checking behind him, his team was far away.
“Well,” said the buff man, “what’s your plan to defeat me?”
Sticky Fingers charged towards the enemy, but before his fits could meet his face, the vines stopped him. It squeezed his arms, binding them. However, he could still move his arms around. Using Sticky’s bound arms, he dragged the Hamon user against the wall. The Hamon assassin released him, got up, and took a deep breath. Whatever he was doing, he was surrounded by a yellow light, as if he were charging for an attack.
“Bucciarati,” Fugo shouted, “get away from the rooftops!”
Bruno used his Sticky Fingers’ zipper to get down safely. As he got away, he looked up. The wind blew the smoke away.
As for the person who was still shooting at Mista and the others, he kept going.
“Hey, Hamon guy, what’s taking so long?” the cowboy shouted as he shot at the others. “Hamon guy?”
He turned around, seeing Bruno approaching him. Seeing as the cowboy was distracted, Mista took the opportunity to shoot him right back, hitting his shoulder.
He screamed and ran away.
“Shit, he’s getting away!” Mista said.
“He won’t be bothering us,” Bruno said.
“What if he comes back?” Abbacchio questioned.
“I have a feeling the man’s a coward,” Bruno answered. “Noticed how he didn’t attack us until someone else did.”
“That guy’s running far away from us,” Narancia said, looking at his radar. “Oh, also, the guys who were behind us are either dead or ran away.”
They took a moment to catch their breath, and then they took the target safely home.
“Hey, Bucciarati,” Narancia called out, trying to contain his panic, “we’re surrounded here. Why do they want this kid anyway?”
He did not answer. They were never told why, but only to follow. And if there was a reason, it did not matter.
He looked at the alleyway again and saw something move. Fugo saw what he was looking at.
“Don’t tell me we’re going into the alleyway,” the blond said.
“We have to. It’s that, or we get riddled with bullets.”
“You know, Fugo and I could probably handle them. Mista, too, maybe,” Narancia added.
“That’s a lot of people, Narancia,” Bruno reminded him. “No, the alleyway is the only way. Mista, I want you to go ahead of us. I saw something move. Abbacchio, watch this child. Besides, we’re not here to deal with these guys.”
The boy got behind Abbacchio, and then the six of them went in. Mista had his gun out, treading cautiously. Bruno scanned the area around him. There was absolutely nobody here. As they got closer to the other end of the alleyway, the person Bruno saw earlier appeared. Shadows still cloaked the stranger, and they fled to the inside of a building. Mista pointed his gun at the door, finger at the trigger.
“Come out, you bastard,” Mista whispered to himself, focusing on the door.
As they were all focused on the door, save for Fugo, who spotted a yellow glow on the brick wall near him. He took a step back, bumping into Narancia.
“Is something wrong?” the black-haired teen asked.
“Move, there’s something wrong with the wall.”
Bruno and Abbacchio turned their heads to see what’s happening, and a yellow beam of light appeared, blocking their view of Fugo and Narancia. After the blast dissipated, the two teens were sitting on the ground.
“The hell was that?” Narancia panicked.
“I read something about this,” Fugo said. “I think they’re called Hamon users.”
Bruno summoned his stand, placing a zipper on the wall and opening it, revealing two people: a buff young man, who Bruno suspected to be the Hamon user, and a gunman. The gunman hesitated, figuring who to shoot first. As he finally decided on who to shoot and aimed the gun at the kid, Mista shot his brains out first. As for the Hamon user, he stood completely unbothered. Before Bruno’s group could attack, the Hamon user used his stand, a purple vine, to grab them by the necks. Bruno noticed how their heads were aligned as if someone was going to take them out in one shot. Narancia used Aerosmith to attack him, shooting him in the foot. The attacker let go of them and retreated.
“I’ll chase him,” Bruno said. “Mista, keep an eye on the door.”
The hatted man looked at the door again. It was open, and he could see the guy at the door. He looked like a cowboy.
“Never did I ever think I would be working with a Hamon user,” he shouted. “It almost reminds me of my time in Egypt, except I was trying to kill a certain Hamon user and his group, not five gangsters and a kid.”
The cowboy pointed his gun at Mista. He shielded his head with his arms. Once the other fired, the bullet hit his arms, staining his clothes.
“Narancia, a little help here?” Mista complained.
“You know those dudes who were surrounding us earlier? They’re right behind us,” Narancia replied.
“Quick, into the building!” Abbacchio commanded. “Bucciarati, hurry!”
Bucciarati was chasing the man who ran upstairs. There was nowhere to go for him except through the window and into the other building. Bruno looked at the other building and noticed a busted window. He used Sticky Fingers to open the walls and jump to the other side. The other left a blood trail, thanks to Aerosmith hitting him in the foot before. He followed it, which led him to the rooftops. Following the blood trail, he had to hop across many buildings until he ran out of them. Checking behind him, his team was far away.
“Well,” said the buff man, “what’s your plan to defeat me?”
Sticky Fingers charged towards the enemy, but before his fits could meet his face, the vines stopped him. It squeezed his arms, binding them. However, he could still move his arms around. Using Sticky’s bound arms, he dragged the Hamon user against the wall. The Hamon assassin released him, got up, and took a deep breath. Whatever he was doing, he was surrounded by a yellow light, as if he were charging for an attack.
“Bucciarati,” Fugo shouted, “get away from the rooftops!”
Bruno used his Sticky Fingers’ zipper to get down safely. As he got away, he looked up. The wind blew the smoke away.
As for the person who was still shooting at Mista and the others, he kept going.
“Hey, Hamon guy, what’s taking so long?” the cowboy shouted as he shot at the others. “Hamon guy?”
He turned around, seeing Bruno approaching him. Seeing as the cowboy was distracted, Mista took the opportunity to shoot him right back, hitting his shoulder.
He screamed and ran away.
“Shit, he’s getting away!” Mista said.
“He won’t be bothering us,” Bruno said.
“What if he comes back?” Abbacchio questioned.
“I have a feeling the man’s a coward,” Bruno answered. “Noticed how he didn’t attack us until someone else did.”
“That guy’s running far away from us,” Narancia said, looking at his radar. “Oh, also, the guys who were behind us are either dead or ran away.”
They took a moment to catch their breath, and then they took the target safely home.
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