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isleofavalon2020-12-28 01:29 pm
teaserving) wrote in isleofavalon2020-12-28 01:29 pm
⏪ humbug | OPEN
Who: Leone Abbacchio and OPEN
What: Various prompts include getting shrunk down by angry pixies, barhopping, and trying to find some old lady's lost cat.
When: Throughout December
Where: Various places throughout Camelot and its surrounding areas
Warnings: N/A
⏪ I. HONEY I SHRANK THE MAFIOSO
[It's a bit ironic considering what his familiar is, but-- well. Here he is, just shortly after he'd told the gaggle of pixies to fuck off after they attempted to pester him into their little party.
Apparently, they did not take well to it.
So: Leone Abbacchio is now suddenly much smaller, no bigger than his own familiar. Once a very tall man, now a small angry pixie-sized disaster. He grumbles to himself, trying to find his way back, but it turns out being this small means it's going to take forever to get anywhere.]
Stupid little fuckers.
⏪ II. HUMBUG
[Working on his own is not one of Abbacchio's strongest feats. As such, he's felt listless since his arrival, mostly spending his time indoors and away from people if he can help it. But even he, as antisocial as he is, cannot live purely as a hermit. Besides, his wine bottle is empty and he'd rather try to be anywhere but his flat to be miserable for the holidays.
Seated at a fairly quiet bar, Abbacchio is pouring himself a glass of wine. His familiar, the little blue pixie, is sitting cross-legged on top of the bar.
He considers.]
Hey. Leave a shot glass for her.
[The bartender does, and Abbacchio pours some wine for her.]
C'mon. You might as well get something out of this.
[The pixie looks curiously at the glass in front of her, then takes a sip.]
That's the spirit.
⏪ III. THE HUNT FOR MITTENS
And where did you last see your cat?
[Oh, goodness. Just right here on this porch. I went inside for just a moment to pull out my cookies from the oven, and when I came back out she was gone! An old lady sniffles, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. You don't think someone kidnapped her, do you?!]
Depends on if you pissed off anyone recently. [There's a pause, then a meager attempt at manners:] ...Ma'am.
[Well, I know the neighbors get very jealous of my turnips. I grow them as big as a watermelon! Do you like turnips, young man?]
I'm, uh. ... I'm good. Listen, I'll have an ask around about your cat.
[Shoving his hands into his pockets, he slips away before the old nonna starts chatting away at him.
Ugh. He shakes his head. This would be so much be easier if he still had his Stand.]
⏪ IV. WILDCARD
[Make your own prompt or request one!]
What: Various prompts include getting shrunk down by angry pixies, barhopping, and trying to find some old lady's lost cat.
When: Throughout December
Where: Various places throughout Camelot and its surrounding areas
Warnings: N/A
⏪ I. HONEY I SHRANK THE MAFIOSO
[It's a bit ironic considering what his familiar is, but-- well. Here he is, just shortly after he'd told the gaggle of pixies to fuck off after they attempted to pester him into their little party.
Apparently, they did not take well to it.
So: Leone Abbacchio is now suddenly much smaller, no bigger than his own familiar. Once a very tall man, now a small angry pixie-sized disaster. He grumbles to himself, trying to find his way back, but it turns out being this small means it's going to take forever to get anywhere.]
Stupid little fuckers.
⏪ II. HUMBUG
[Working on his own is not one of Abbacchio's strongest feats. As such, he's felt listless since his arrival, mostly spending his time indoors and away from people if he can help it. But even he, as antisocial as he is, cannot live purely as a hermit. Besides, his wine bottle is empty and he'd rather try to be anywhere but his flat to be miserable for the holidays.
Seated at a fairly quiet bar, Abbacchio is pouring himself a glass of wine. His familiar, the little blue pixie, is sitting cross-legged on top of the bar.
He considers.]
Hey. Leave a shot glass for her.
[The bartender does, and Abbacchio pours some wine for her.]
C'mon. You might as well get something out of this.
[The pixie looks curiously at the glass in front of her, then takes a sip.]
That's the spirit.
⏪ III. THE HUNT FOR MITTENS
And where did you last see your cat?
[Oh, goodness. Just right here on this porch. I went inside for just a moment to pull out my cookies from the oven, and when I came back out she was gone! An old lady sniffles, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. You don't think someone kidnapped her, do you?!]
Depends on if you pissed off anyone recently. [There's a pause, then a meager attempt at manners:] ...Ma'am.
[Well, I know the neighbors get very jealous of my turnips. I grow them as big as a watermelon! Do you like turnips, young man?]
I'm, uh. ... I'm good. Listen, I'll have an ask around about your cat.
[Shoving his hands into his pockets, he slips away before the old nonna starts chatting away at him.
Ugh. He shakes his head. This would be so much be easier if he still had his Stand.]
⏪ IV. WILDCARD
[Make your own prompt or request one!]
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[Which he does, but fuck him. Caesar's going to be a petulant ass the whole way to the apartment.]
Next time I'll remember to leave you to the wolves then.
[But whatever, he's going to at least give the idiot shelter. The little bastard is picking so many fights he'll probably die otherwise. Not that he cares one bit if that's what happens. It'd be his own damn fault.]
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[he sees through you nerd]
I didn't fucking ask for your help, so stop acting like you're doing me a favor. You pissed me off, then decided to carry me off no matter what.
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[God this is ridiculous and the apartment is finally in sight. Edgeworth isn't here to sass him about this tiny goblin, which is the smallest blessing, so puts out his cigarette in the ashtray by the door and-
Drops the bastard right into the tray afterwards. It's what the sassy bastard deserves. He probably likes the dark tint that's sticking to his clothes-it matches his shitty aesthetic.
He regrets this already.]
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[And right into the ashtray, which is fucking disgusting for the record. Abbacchio looks livid, immediately launching himself out and kicking the tray in Caesar's direction.
Fuck it. Whoever is dumb enough to let Caesar stay with them? Deserves to have their place wrecked.]
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[And he's just barely able to spit out those bitter words before-
Oh okay.
Somehow? He knew it would go down like that. Dropping the feisty bastard in an ash tray may have been a step too far, but it's not like he doesn't deserve it for being a complete dick.
The ashtray hits him right in the arm-bullshit.]
You really want to go a round when you're that small? Go ahead and try me then.
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[As much as he'd love to throw down, it wouldn't even be close to an even match. And the door isn't open yet, so he can't fuck up the apartment.
So instead, he just looks pissed off, arms crossed.]
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He did bring him here though and why he's trying to help this asshole is beyond him.]
Hah! As if you weren't the one to pick a fight from day one.
[Except that was sort of him too-well whatever. It's not like the ass didn't deserve some dirt in the face. ]
Just accept the shelter and stop being a brat. I don't plan on staying with you so you'll get the solitude you crave.
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Good. [He'll find Caesar's things and fuck them up!] Open the fucking door then. Make yourself useful for once.
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[Whatever, Italian bastard man.
He resists the urge to flip him off in turn because he is the bigger man here.
But he does slam the door on his way out, in the most mature fashion possible.]
Ciao, stronzo.
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[Whatever, this guy is just a shitty bastard and he's gonna ruin this place.]
Piss off.
[Speaking of piss, he has some shoes to find.]