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WHO: GIORNO and u
WHERE: [waves hand]
WHEN: memshare event
WHAT: i have two prompts OTA and a few that are closed to some people who've specifically requested for certain things. if there's something else you'd like that isn't listed, pm me!
WARNINGS: see each prompt; warnings are underneath headers. giorno is a yellow, so the memory share will be physical! if you're going with the OTA prompt, you can pm me with how the contact will happen, otherwise we can put it down with some subtle gesture (acquaintances) or something a little bit more general (friends) or accidental (we can work it out or i'll roll with something).

A. DI MOLTO (OTA)
warnings for: generalized violence, choking, blood, body horror

[ whoever touches this memory will feel parts of their body be removed. the removal is swift and will seem like something has been shot from a distance, and upon contact to the skin, removes flesh and bone until a box-shaped hole is missing from the body. first, the throat, causing them to have problems breathing as the airway is removed. blood runs down the mouth as they struggle to breathe, though they're still alive. should they struggle - as giorno has done in the memory - chunks of the foot will be removed, an incison above the toes to prevent them from escaping. finally an attempt to remove the eyes, starting with the left eye. the near-certainty of the feeling that one will die, either from choking or something else.

in the memory giorno confronts an inhuman-looking gremlin which is melone's stand, though the character involved with the memory won't really know that. what they will feel after the momentary struggle to escape and minutes before passing out is also - the reversal of these effects. giorno standing and walking and talking, having figured out how to use gold experience in order to patch up the missing pieces of his body. something 'fits' into the hole on his throat and it expands into a pocket of skin that hisses and contracts as it slowly fills in the spaces where the box-shape was carved over the throat. a foot reconstituting itself, attaching bone and muscle inch by inch. an eye replaced. it feels like parts of the body crawling back into itself and melding into something more cohesive; one minute it isn't yours, and the next, entirely immobile like it had been your body all along. ]

B. BUCELLATI'S COMING (OTA)
warnings for: nausea, decapitation, dismemberment, depersonalisation

[ "my name is bruno bucellati. answer me! this interrogation has now become a torture session."

a train ride. supposedly to school, but that's interrupted for a little torture session with a man in a white suit and a bob cut. there is the physical feeling of being hit, and then all of a sudden, the feeling of bile rising to the throat only to realize that a dead man's fingers have come right out of the mouth, blood dripping from where they have been ripped from the joints.

"those are luca's fingers," bruno was saying. "in reality, they finished leaky-eyed luca off. the boss didn't see much point in keeping him alive .... if you don't start talking, the torture will escalate!"

giorno's neck starts to tilt on an unnatural degree - an almost perpendicular angle to the shoulder, and upon close inspection it feels like it's being held together by zippers around his neck. it will feel like the head has been detached and is hanging by a loose thread of muscle, unreal, the body unable to detect that it's in complete danger but recognizing the pain. ]

C. KIDS THESE DAYS (ZELDA)
warnings for: child abuse (physical violence, neglect)

[ this memory is of a child's: the body is significantly smaller and the surroundings much bigger, the light a lot more harsh than it has any right to be. there is a lot of yelling and screaming that thunders in the room, and it becomes clear from the feeble voice of the child that this man is meant to be a father figure. whatever it is that they are talking about it reduces the child to a small ball, shoulders hunched up in an attempt to protect himself, until the voices reach a fury that came out of nowhere. then follows physical blows: from a hand, from a belt, the backside of a shoe, again and again until one tastes the floor. iron in the mouth. the blows weren't brief and it seemed like they would go on forever, or for as long as the father could sustain it.

in the evening, a woman comes that is supposed to be the mother. she tucks him in and leaves. if she had seen the bruises, she makes no comments upon it. the child begs for the lights to be kept on, but the woman laughs. "don't be silly, haruno. how will you sleep?"

i'm scared -

"you're big now, you should know better than to be scared!"

the lights are turned off. the kid is left to deal with bruises beneath a thin blanket; from the muffled sounds in the pillows it sounds like he is whimpering and crying, until the voice stops and there is silence again. ]

D. WHITE ALBUM (JION)
warnings for: yaoi

[ "ow, fuck, that hurts! hey, be more gentle! not so rough, please, ow!"

"i told you, that isn't possible. you're part of the mob, aren't you? please don't make a scene .... i'll need to remove your clothes so i can tend to your injuries properly."

two other memories with this boy:

holding him close as he fires a gun, and one that is from an earlier time, where he's cutting bits of salami on a rock to feed some gremlins while giorno patiently waits for him to finish with an exasperated face, while he goes, "listen, if i don't feed them, they're going to start complaining."

it's a warm and pleasant feeling. amidst all of his other memories the kind with friends is few and far between and this one, upon being revealed, will confuse giorno in having shared it in the first place, stopping on his tracks as he realizes what had happened and falling silent as he remembers.

where there is physical contact it is brief but firm, and warm. ]

E. SLEEPING SLAVES (JOTARO)
warnings for: a bad boy

[ the memory is brief. it is giorno with his hair slightly dishevelled from a fight as he picks up a rather familiar item: an arrowhead with a beetle over the front. giorno, with conviction, says, "that which we have inherited from the departed must be taken onwards! i will not destroy this arrow."

a man that is familiar to him is there: jean-pierre polnareff watches him and it's hard to determine the look on his face with giorno's words, but he doesn't look like he disagrees with him; more like he understands. he looks like he's been through a lot, despite that cool mask. the latter half of his body seems to be in a turtle; what's up with that?

"put the arrow in the turtle," polnareff murmurs. "and that will do, giorno. that is the duty of the survivors."

there's not much to feel here physically unlike in other memories, save for the certainty in that the arrow that giorno is holding is real and not a replica. it feels old and heavy in giorno's hands. ]

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[ giorno nods stiffly. ] I understand that.

[ having such responsibilities is a burden. but giorno can imagine that it'd be difficult for a child, let alone your own daughter, to go through that - to make time for each other in ways which don't necessarily allow you to express yourself in another manner. passione - his passione - was like that, too. in the end it falls into his hands to take care of it but he is beholden to naples. and the friends he had left were few. ]

Who else was there for you?

[ who else... she smiles a little. ]

I can show you.

[ since he's asking. it's a little embarrassing, for reasons that will become immediately obvious, but it's still very dear to her heart. she pulls out the sheikah slate from her belt and activates it, the sounds of the device pinging and clicking as she goes through the menus to the right option.

then she gets to it and moves the slate over to rest between the two of them, and a picture is now displayed in high definition. yeah. embarrassing. ]

[ oh, how cool. is this like a mini-cellphone from hyrule? he thinks that if it is she wouldn't be able to use it, either way, but he's happy to see the picture she shows him. ]

Oh, man. The big guy at the back [ points to the one holding them altogether ] looks so fluffy. And who are the rest?

[ a snort. ]

That's just his hair. His body is like a rock otherwise! [ the rest of which is obscure by his ever jokey actions. ] They're my friends. Comrades. ...Champions.

[ there's a fondness to her voice when she says the last word especially, a swell of emotion welling up whenever she thinks of them. ]

All of us represented a different domain of Hyrule. One Champion for every major settlement, a representative who proved themselves the strongest warrior of their people. We spent a lot of time together as a result and became close as family.

His hair, really? [ he has to take another glance. ] That's impressive. I like him, he looks like he's so much fun. Well ... all of you looked so happy then.

[ and then he smiles at her in gratefulness. ] Thanks for showing me.

Well. I can tell you the Rito - ah, bird - in the photo was not amused!

[ revali always complained though, about everything. still everyone could see past his bluster that he truly enjoyed their company. everyone was happy back then... ]

I haven't looked at it myself in a long time. They... aren't here anymore, but their memory reminds me. Teaches me too. I loved them all very much.

[ she smiles throughout her words, but there's a soft sadness to it and she can feel her eyes slowly turning wet. oh, she's getting too emotional now. ]

I'd kill for a photograph of me and my friends.

[ all he has is a photo of his dad and apparently he's bad. but it's all he's got. ]

I should probably just draw a portrait of them, or something. I'm not an artist, so it'll look terrible, but ... I'd like to have a physical thing to cheer me up with, like what you have.

[ carefully she dabs her eyes with the back of her hand and turns off the slate, swallowing her tears down before she looks back to him. ]

Maybe you can ask someone? If you can describe their appearance well enough I'm sure it could be feasible.

Although I don't really know any artists off the top of my head here... well Dave and Okuyasu are! ...But maybe not the right type for sentimental pictures.

It's fine. I'll figure it out.

[ giorno pats her awkwardly on her shoulder, and then lets go. ]

.... hey, don't cry.

You're doing your best in this place, despite everything else. How long have you been here? That's not an easy task for anyone to bear with. You're known in the town as a trustworthy presence and people like you. Your friends would be proud of you. I know I am.

[ she doesn't expect the pat and she flinches a little when his hand connects. it's a softer gesture than she would ever think he could give, and she can't help but smile at him. ]

The length of time I'm here doesn't worry me. I know when I return, there is a happy ending waiting for me. [ one she earned through so many hardships, so much pain, but in the end there is still light. ] And I'm sure your family will be glad to see you again as well. Not the one in your memory, but the one you've made.

For the time being though, we are here together. And... I'm glad I met you, Giorno.

Me too.

I'm glad to have met you in this rather silly town.

[ snerk. ]

Only one silly here is you.

In that case, that must make you - [ let's see .... ]

Queen of Silliness. Empress of the foolish and the reckless. Leader of Misrule. [ what else can he throw in - oh. ] Stalwart protector of Lonely Hearts. Our Lady of Permissible Behaviours. Priestess of Dirty Deeds Done Delinquently. Almighty - [ stop him. ]

[ and she does. by covering his mouth with her hand. ]

I get the idea, Giorno, thank you.

[ she can tease a lot, but she can't take it in return. ]

[ hey if you can't take the heat -

a muffled smile and a word against her hand: ] Alright.