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Event Ten.
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Pushed his sister in a well. Mother said, while drawing water, "My, it's hard to raise a daughter." | |
Welcome to Awash's tenth event log, and the intro log for this month, everyone! All new characters have found themselves waking in the well in the middle of the Town. Hopefully they can get a hand out! For more information, please go here! | |
t's pretty dark and miserable down in the well. The cavernous area feels much larger than a well should be, bodies milling about in the darkness and knee deep, frigid water. So you're here -- and you're not alone, and the only way out appears to be the thin circle of sunlight from above, the opening of the well.
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You're right, by the way. I am familiar with the name. But if you're asking for a fight, I'm not here to satisfy your need for revenge. What's the purpose of that? To repeat exactly what you've been trying to avoid? [ giorno eyes him keenly. ] Do you want to die?
[ a pause, and then he adds, ] That being said, I'm sorry about your family. All my mother told me was that my real father was in Egypt, and he died there. And yes, he had golden hair. I imagine my Stand [ let's just get that out in the open ] is from him as well, because neither my mother nor my step-father had that ability at all.
[ now he can't add that he'd been wanting to meet him. he can't add how his father in egypt mattered so much to him that he kept his photograph. he can't add that he'd always told anybody who asks that his actual father is the absent one and not the one in italy who had to be taught not to abuse him. he can't tell him all of these things, the one person who may have had a personal connection to his father. giorno burns, wanting to hear him talk about his father, to provoke him into saying more, because he's hungry for this knowledge, and yet - the idea that his father nearly wiped out someone's bloodline .... that's enough of a reason for a man to be angry and to hunt down his son. he can understand him. he just really wished he didn't. ]
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I already got my revenge, I don't need your blood on my hands too. [As far as Jotaro knows, he's not the one in danger of dying if this comes to blows, but if Giorno wants to get payback of his own and keep the cycle going, here's his invitation. They can sort out the other parts later, if they're still able to speak civilly.]
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[ he killed his father? is that what he's saying, is that what he's hearing? he doesn't want to ask again. being told the first time around was bad enough and giorno can't decide how to feel about it. something like a shadow falls over his face, making him look a lot younger, a lot more vulnerable than he pretends to be; than he shows himself to be. how does one reconcile your own memories against what seems to be the truth. it seems unfair to level accusations against the dead, but if this guy is correct in what he says about his dad, was it wrong to put an end to him? despite never knowing him in the first place, despite all of his longing and want. family is a burning, odious tar settling in the marrow of his bones. he wanted to tell him: how could you, i never even had the chance to know him. just so he can hear the satisfaction of an apology, like a child denied of the thing it wants.
but he's more than that, and it's been years and years since he remembers being haruno shiobana. giorno giovanna has other preoccupations, doesn't he? he's got a gang to run and a city to protect. he's got friends in this strange town without colours, or of few colours, he's got people who're counting on him and a few responsibilities. and ever since he's arrived here he's kept himself busy studying and living so as not to give time to a lot of things that need to be paid attention to: 3 funerals, 1 apology, the way his loneliness twists and turns itself like a knife, making him seek as many people as he can in order to try and fill the gaps that he misses - a girl here, a boy there, a strange creature, fifteen different faces to fill up a body like a monster. all of that while remaining hopeful. it's a burden. it's an unfair situation that anybody in contact with giorno isn't aware of, and why should they be.
and now here is another boy like him. he could be family. how many graves? giorno is keenly aware that he'd delayed this conversation long enough but he doesn't know how to continue that rhythm, that serenity that he'd laid out in the beginning. it's hard to maintain such composure at this point, and even if he doesn't trust him yet, he can hardly ignore what he's saying. he doesn't think he's lying.
so. he tries again: ]
I don't know anything about the names Joestar, or Kujo.
And while I have my own history, it has nothing to do with your family. [ a pause. ] Or my ... bloodline. Whatever's left of it.
I can't apologize on his behalf. And I doubt you'd want to hear it from me. But I've no interests in fights, and anyway - [ giorno looks very, very exhausted. ] - I have friends to bury and promises to keep when I return. I don't want another fight. I barely have anybody left.
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I understand. I won't give you any more trouble. [He turns to leave, to give Giorno time to deal with the truth, but decides to say one more thing first.] I probably don't know the things you want to hear, but if you ever do want to hear about him, or if you need a hand with something, I'm staying in Bluo.
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[ another blue. he seems to be surrounded by everyone in blue. giorno watches him as he turns, thinking that there is something a little cold with his response, but maybe that's just how he deals with things. short and terse to allow room to breathe without having to lash out like a whip. he appreciates it. but he can't help but feel sad and disappointed to add another name to a list of names and he barely even knew the man, and what he knows of him is completely different from what he tells him. it is a lot to think about and a lot to grieve about. anything that he says right now could be a spark with his emotions being too close to his skin. everything feels a little raw, a little delicate right now, the slightest gesture could shatter things with pressure.
it's best to let it be. best to let things solidify and grow. in time they'll be able to talk about things candidly. he doesn't have to be an enemy, and as far as giorno understands he's family to a degree. that's important to him, and that means he has an obligation to him too. what that means and how that looks like will probably unfold in a few days or so. ]
I know it was an awkward meeting between us, but I'm glad to have met you, either way.
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Still, he would've preferred his mother.]