1st Hour | [Video/Action]
[there is yet another new face on the seal, though the individual in question doesn't seem to realize that he is, in fact, broadcasting. He's got somewhat wild blond hair and piercing orange eyes with a mild expression as he examines the object in his hands. There's something odd about this device, though, which is why he turns it over slowly in
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imagine his surprise when the most familiar voice in the world breaks the silence induced by his thought, the noise emanating from the small object clutched in his hand. the feed gives a swift blur as he quickly brings it to his view, hoping with all his might that whatever this device was, it would lead him to the owner of that precious voice.]
--Primo?!
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[this was becoming more and more perplexing by the moment, and he stares back at the seal as his most trusted companion's face fills the screen. The device was a little frustrating - he could see and hear his friend, but he had no idea where he was - in the device? Was he just somewhere else in this city?]
Where are you?
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[he takes a moment to look up, looking to and fro to quickly absorb his surroundings; just a park, nothing remarkable, nothing terribly amiss except for the fact that he knows he is dead, should be dead. what the hell is going on?]
I'll find you. Where are you at right now? Can you tell me?
[despite the implication for his boss to stay put, he himself begins walking, no real destination in mind-- he knows he needs to get moving though, needs to start making things happen so answers start coming.]
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I appear to be in a park. There's a structure like the Eiffel tower in front of me in the distance, and I can see the steps of the large building I awoke in behind me.
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I know where you are. You stay put alright? I'll find you. I don't know what this place is but I'll find you.
[the brisk andante and occasional glance up, down, to and fro continues for a short while until he eventually makes his way back to where he had also awakened, though he doesn't relax quite yet as he approaches the smaller man in a hurried manner.]
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[smiles a little wryly. G would always find him, no matter where in the world or universe they might be. The man was his most loyal friend, his right-hand man in all other affairs, even if he was a little...overzealous in his role as guardian from time to time. He never begrudged him for it, though.
He stays put until he can hear (and see) G coming for him, and he turns to face him, relief welling quietly in him.]
That didn't take long.
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Your right-hand man's always gotta be on time, right?
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Can't say I know what's going on, but I have a bad feeling about this place.
[of course, he has a bad feeling about all foreign places, so this shouldn't come as much of a surprise to vongola primo.]
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Perhaps we should investigate a little further before we assume the worst.
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Right. No one shady turned up while I was lookin' around here but I didn't get too far. Didn't see anyone, really.
[not that that means he's lowering his guard, of course. it simply means it's just as he said. when the two of them finally start walking, G. is careful to stay by his boss' side in case danger did decide to rear its ugly head.]
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Neither did I. Let's just go a little further and see if we can't discover something that might give us a hint.
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he decides to push those thoughts aside for now and relaxes his muscles somewhat, but his guard is never pacified completely. G. is determined to stay vigilant, as always.]
Doesn't look like we have much of a choice.
[with an observant furrow of his brows, he looks forward.]
With a park like this, there's bound to be people. At least we're not the only ones here.
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[Truthfully, seeing G. go through his own flutter of emotions and then settle back into his ever-watchful duty as a guardian relaxed him probably more than the man himself. It's good to have something, someone so familiar right next to you in a strange new place.]
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[it was a strange concept, finding more clarity the further along he went, but they weren't bad memories, even with the blood and tears muddling a few things here and there. wherever this place was, whether it was another step in the afterlife or they were born again by the grace of god (in which case he would begrudgingly shake knuckle's hand at follow through with his end of a bet that shall remain secret), he could almost relax in it. life seemed to have a funny way of keeping G. intertwined with his beloved friend, and he almost felt ashamed to think a moment that fordeath would be enough to stand in the way of that.]
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Yeah. We were so much freer in those days.
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[not that he misses the lack of responsibility, of course; he's happy to have done great things with his life for the people he loved more than anything. he can't help but feel a certain nostalgia for the act of simply living. the past is the past, however, and there's no getting around that. he knows this better than anyone.]
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