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[paradisamods]

[This afternoon, the quirky merriment at Terre Haute has something very sudden cutting its way in. There's the very distinct sound of an explosion. It shakes the ground with a small tremor for but a brief moment. Those who are looking at a certain monolith in the distance may see that there is now smoke coming from it, parts of it crumbling and tearing away as black smoke begin to fill the air.

Something's happening at that strange "thing" that fell from the sky. But what? Dare you disregard the unsettling feeling that may begin to steadily fill the air?]


[REACTIONS | GIRAFFES | NEW FRIENDS | I DON'T LIKE THESE NEW FRIENDS]
(OOC: More sections will be posted as the event progresses!)

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[is_mafia]

[That was an excellent question, Tsuna, since he certainly doesn't know the answer. If you ever figure it out, you should tell him.

Giotto sighs at that tiny sorry, and produces a handkerchief, holding it out to him.] Bambino, what are you apologizing for now?

[Hopefully it was for him running off like that and worrying them all.]

1/2

[not_mafia]

Thanks.

[He reaches out and takes the handkerchief, wiping at his eyes. He takes a deep breath, collecting himself.]

I shouldn't be like this. Upset and.. [Heh.] crying. Not when there's a battle going on.

2/2

[not_mafia]

[And then suddenly his head snaps up, reddened eyes wide as he looks back in the direction they came from, worried.]

Zelos!

[Shit, they'd just-- left him there! Was he okay, did he find someone else to back him up? Tsuna starts to get up instinctively, because he needs to find him, he needs to know he's okay and that they didn't leave him for dead.]

[is_mafia]

[He was about to say that he's seen grown men cry on battlefields, but then Tsuna jumps up, and makes like he's about to run back. Giotto reaches out and grabs his arm again, holding him there, before pushing him down back to sit.]

He'll be fine, Tsuna. You were probably distracting him as it was.

[not_mafia]

No!

[Tsuna tugs desperately on his arm.]

I just-- I need to make sure he's okay! [He'll never forgive himself if...]

[is_mafia]

[Giotto can understand that sentiment. Still, he doesn't want Tsuna anywhere near the fighting again. After the way he reacted last time...and then if they got attacked, they would be almost helpless.]

...Fine. But we can't go too near.

[He's not exactly happy about this, but he doesn't want Zelos to get injured or worse because he pullee Tsuna away.]

[not_mafia]

[Tsuna nods, reaching down to grab his dagger. He winces at the sight of it, the blade covered in a yellowish-greenish liquid, feeling his stomach suddenly twist uncomfortably. But he grabs the hilt anyway and forces his nausea back, and starts heading back for the battlefield.]

[is_mafia]

[Giotto follows him closely, noting that reaction. He then wonders if Tsuna had ever really killed anyone before. Probably not, from how sheltered he seemed to be from the Mafia and its underside.]

[not_mafia]

[Tsuna stops a good distance away when he can see Zelos fighting with a woman. They seem to be holding up pretty well. He gives a shaky sigh of relief.]

Thank goodness...

[Now that he knows Zelos is okay, his legs want to give out on him, but he knows even this isn't a safe distance to be. So he nods.]

Thank you, Giotto.

[He backs off, turning his eyes away from the fighting because he knew it'd probably make him sick.]

[is_mafia]

[Giotto watches for a few moments more, before following him back, watching him like a hawk. He's half expecting Tsuna to collapse or be sick.]

[not_mafia]

[Tsuna eventually finds himself a place to sit inside one of the tiki houses, taking deep breaths to calm himself. He places his dagger on the counter, refusing to look at it.]

Sorry. I didn't mean to worry you.

[He winces when he remembers Reborn telling him to stay back, and even though he was so dead set on going, he can still hear him.

"Damn it, Tsuna!"

He'd actually sounded upset. Almost afraid. Guilt hit him like a freight train.]

...Reborn...

[is_mafia]

...I'll live. [Giotto comes in behind him and instead of looking at him, he takes the dagger and his handkerchief back, cleaning off the green blood before setting it back down. Tsuna was less likely to get sick or upset if it was clean, and he didn't want it to rust.

At Reborn's name, he looks up at Tsuna, fixing him with a serious expression.] He's the one who told me you ran off and requested I find you. He thought you would listen to me far more than you were listening to him.

[not_mafia]

[Tsuna looks up at Giotto at that, then bites his lip and looks down again.]

He told me not to go. He knew I wasn't ready. I'm such an idiot...

[is_mafia]

Yes, you are. [Giotto doesn't deny it.] But everybody's allowed to be an idiot every once in a while. Just learn from it, and don't make the same mistake twice.

[not_mafia]

[He nods.]

I should apologize. [He looks up, back towards the fight, where he knew his tutor would be.]

[is_mafia]

After the fight.

[He follows his line of sight, watching. Hopefully there was an after.]

If they overwhelm the village, we'll have to pull back and leave.

[not_mafia]

[He nods as his mind wanders back to the battle. Those giant insects towering over him, Zelos' yell, the blood spraying out and hitting him on the face...

He blinks and looks at his hand, because he'd been touching his face earlier, and sure enough, there was gross, yellowish-greenish blood on it.

He jerks suddenly, bile rising to his throat, and he gets off his seat and stumbles away so he can at least vomit behind the side of the counter.]

[is_mafia]

[Giotto can't say he hadn't expected that to happen. He makes his way around the bar, and wraps an arm around his stomach, gently supporting him, because that was the only real thing he could do for him now.]

[not_mafia]

[He barely notices the arm around his stomach and continues to retch. When he finally slows down, he gasps for air and leans heavily into Giotto, a couple of tears rolling down his cheeks.]

[is_mafia]

[Giotto takes the weight easily and gently walks him back to his seat, sitting him down.] Deep breaths, Tsuna.

[Meanwhile he's disappearing around the counter to look for something for him to drink. Preferably something that isn't juice.]

[not_mafia]

[He sits there, doing as Giotto instructed and taking deep breaths. Man, he felt pretty pathetic right now. And Giotto had gone out of his way to drag him back to safety, and now he was looking after him because of the stupid decision he'd made...

Absent-mindedly, he grabs his dagger off the counter and sheathes it.]

[is_mafia]

[Giotto pops back up, annoyed.] Do you think these giraffes would have anything other than juice?

[He slides a glass of plain apple juice over to get the taste of bile out of his mouth.And then he looks out to see how the battle was going. The line was still far away. They had some time before they should probably pull back farther.]

[not_mafia]

[Tsuna blinks, then reaches over and takes the glass, taking some in his mouth and swishing it around before spitting it off to the side. It wasn't water, but it'd do.

Then he drinks, taking a few generous gulps of the juice. His gaze follows Giotto's, and he silently looks at the far away battle.]

[is_mafia]

[He lets the silence linger for a few moments, before he speaks into it.] Did you kill it?

[not_mafia]

[He glances at Giotto, then down.]

... I don't know.

[He felt like he'd been fighting blindly, all instinct and survival. Even now, everything was a blur.]