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Yeah, I notice that's not an argument against how awful sharks are, though.
[So, you know. Fuck that goblin shark nonsense. But his curiosity wins out over his loathing, and so after a few seconds:]
So like . . . what kind of bioluminescent fish we talking about here? That's the kind that glow, yeah?
[Sometimes he pays attention to Jotaro!]
[So, you know. Fuck that goblin shark nonsense. But his curiosity wins out over his loathing, and so after a few seconds:]
So like . . . what kind of bioluminescent fish we talking about here? That's the kind that glow, yeah?
[Sometimes he pays attention to Jotaro!]
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How is it I have two friends who know a lot about the ocean?
[It's not actually a complaint, just an observation. Polnareff reaches forward, prodding his downed tree with a foot. It's coming out fairly neatly, actually-- Chariot's started on cutting the log into strips, things that could eventually be filed down into boards.]
That's pretty okay, though. I could deal with seeing them on our trip.
[Our trip, like it's some big adventure.]
[It's not actually a complaint, just an observation. Polnareff reaches forward, prodding his downed tree with a foot. It's coming out fairly neatly, actually-- Chariot's started on cutting the log into strips, things that could eventually be filed down into boards.]
That's pretty okay, though. I could deal with seeing them on our trip.
[Our trip, like it's some big adventure.]
neat!!!
[Repeat exclamation marks ad infinitum.
If Bruno does enter the laboratory building, just as promised, there's one room with the door carefully removed off its hinges. Inside, it's rather a mess--the back wall's cabinets appear to have been entirely subsumed by various plant life, some looking very near death. The rest of the room is covered in a surprising amount of books and papers.
There's also a few chalkboards bearing some very important-looking equations and the word "SCIENCE" with hearts printed around it. You know. Like any university-level classroom.
The man himself is sitting in a proper chair, for once, wearing a catastrophically loud Hawaiian shirt--a few sizes too small, it seems like--and his usual labcoat. There's a tape recorder in his hand, but he isn't talking.]
--Oh! Good to see you made it.
[Repeat exclamation marks ad infinitum.
If Bruno does enter the laboratory building, just as promised, there's one room with the door carefully removed off its hinges. Inside, it's rather a mess--the back wall's cabinets appear to have been entirely subsumed by various plant life, some looking very near death. The rest of the room is covered in a surprising amount of books and papers.
There's also a few chalkboards bearing some very important-looking equations and the word "SCIENCE" with hearts printed around it. You know. Like any university-level classroom.
The man himself is sitting in a proper chair, for once, wearing a catastrophically loud Hawaiian shirt--a few sizes too small, it seems like--and his usual labcoat. There's a tape recorder in his hand, but he isn't talking.]
--Oh! Good to see you made it.
[As always, there's not much of an outward reaction to the phrase our trip beyond the barest of hesitations before Bruno speaks again. He never particularly means to be, but he's almost always aware of the sort of talk that's inclusive and implies any sort of future even with as much as Giorno often talks like that. Bruno just doesn't invest much into it often because there was a time where even being in the present moment had been difficult once. He hasn't quite gotten around to being able to think beyond that just yet and worries about the consequences if he ever should for the people around him.]
I'm sure the species as a whole is grateful to have made the cut. Is there anything else you wouldn't mind seeing?
I'm sure the species as a whole is grateful to have made the cut. Is there anything else you wouldn't mind seeing?
[He really does set himself up for it, Polnareff thinks; no wonder he'd been so ready to flirt a few weeks ago. Like, how is he supposed to respond to that? Is there anything else you wouldn't mind seeing, he says, and he actually bites back a grin. He's not entirely successful, but at least he tries.]
Whales. Any kind, not just killer whales-- they seem pretty interesting. You ever hear one sing?
Whales. Any kind, not just killer whales-- they seem pretty interesting. You ever hear one sing?
[Bruno does spare a minor glance in the direction of the lovingly written word "SCIENCE" as he steps into the room, but honestly it's the Hawaiian shirt that's the hardest to look away from. That sure is a shirt.]
[(And he got criticisms about his suit the first day he arrived here. Goodness.)]
Of course. [Another glance at the chalkboards if only so maybe it's not obvious how loud and offensive Carlos' chosen shirt is.] I assume you'd like to see Sticky Fingers?
[(And he got criticisms about his suit the first day he arrived here. Goodness.)]
Of course. [Another glance at the chalkboards if only so maybe it's not obvious how loud and offensive Carlos' chosen shirt is.] I assume you'd like to see Sticky Fingers?
[Bruno shakes his head a little.]
I saw whales, of course, but most of the whales would keep their distance. Dolphins, on the other hand, were usually braver. Which isn't surprising. There are a lot of programs along the coast and islands for tourists and marine biologists to swim with them, so the dolphins aren't really afraid of humans or boats.
Besides, fishing boats go where the food is. They were smart to follow a boat for a few hours.
I saw whales, of course, but most of the whales would keep their distance. Dolphins, on the other hand, were usually braver. Which isn't surprising. There are a lot of programs along the coast and islands for tourists and marine biologists to swim with them, so the dolphins aren't really afraid of humans or boats.
Besides, fishing boats go where the food is. They were smart to follow a boat for a few hours.
So maybe we'll see one.
[Do they have dolphins out there? Maybe. It's possible; they have a leviathan, so anything goes, really.]
Dolphins, whales and those light-up fish. Anything else comes near the boat, you have to deal with it. Deal?
[Do they have dolphins out there? Maybe. It's possible; they have a leviathan, so anything goes, really.]
Dolphins, whales and those light-up fish. Anything else comes near the boat, you have to deal with it. Deal?
And be the one who has to explain to Giorno how I let his other consigliere be eaten by a leviathan? [Bruno hums softly in amusement and shakes his head as he moves on to identify the next tree.] I'd rather take on the leviathan given the choice.
Don't worry, Polnareff. You have my word that Sticky Fingers and I will do our best to keep you safe. [He looks over his shoulder at Polnareff.] And if any goblin sharks get any funny ideas, I'll be sure to zip their mouth closed for you.
Don't worry, Polnareff. You have my word that Sticky Fingers and I will do our best to keep you safe. [He looks over his shoulder at Polnareff.] And if any goblin sharks get any funny ideas, I'll be sure to zip their mouth closed for you.
My hero.
[Drawled out, and he presses a hand to his chest. And-- all right, two trees apparently does not a boat make, though they've accumulated an awful lot of wood so far. Still, Bruno will (presumably) say when they've gathered enough, and so Chariot darts to the next tree, flitting past Bruno and Sticky Fingers.]
Is that a permanent offer, or just for the boat? Just to be sure.
[Drawled out, and he presses a hand to his chest. And-- all right, two trees apparently does not a boat make, though they've accumulated an awful lot of wood so far. Still, Bruno will (presumably) say when they've gathered enough, and so Chariot darts to the next tree, flitting past Bruno and Sticky Fingers.]
Is that a permanent offer, or just for the boat? Just to be sure.
I know famiglia.
[His grin fades a little, now, as he studies Bruno's posture, trying to read his meaning.]
But not the rest.
[His grin fades a little, now, as he studies Bruno's posture, trying to read his meaning.]
But not the rest.
[But I'm not your family, and the words are on the tip of his tongue. Certainly the confusion registers on his face. It isn't a rejection, not on his end-- but how can Bruno say something like that when they barely know each other? This isn't Giorno, who knows him so well in the future-- from what Bruno's told him, they only exchanged a handful of words.]
Is that what we are?
[Quietly, and he rubs the back of his neck.]
Is that what we are?
[Quietly, and he rubs the back of his neck.]
[Bruno turns to face Polnareff better as he explains.]
Giorno considers you a part of Passione and that's enough for me. Giorno thinks highly of you and cares for you, and my loyalty to him will always guarantee you my loyalty as well. That's all it should take from anyone in Passione provided you meet and protect his interests. But your place with Passione, from your perspective, is still the future. Giorno wouldn't have held it against you if you had chosen to keep your distance and I think you've always known that, but that's not what you chose. You've chosen to stay and keep a close eye on him as best you can.
[Bruno folds his arms loosely in front of himself.]
Maybe you're not exactly the same man Giorno remembers in Napoli, [he says, shaking his head a little,] I'm not the right person to make that call, anyway. But I can at least see the beginnings of the man who will look after Giorno, Mista, Trish, and perhaps even Fugo when he's ready, when I will no longer be able to. You protect the future I died for in choosing to look after Giorno now, even when you have no obligation.
That means something to me, Polnareff.
[Bruno places a hand on the center of his chest, over his heart, but doesn't let himself become distracted by its steady beat as he so often does. He doesn't need that right now.]
La mia famiglia è tutto e tutto è per la mia famiglia.
Giorno considers you a part of Passione and that's enough for me. Giorno thinks highly of you and cares for you, and my loyalty to him will always guarantee you my loyalty as well. That's all it should take from anyone in Passione provided you meet and protect his interests. But your place with Passione, from your perspective, is still the future. Giorno wouldn't have held it against you if you had chosen to keep your distance and I think you've always known that, but that's not what you chose. You've chosen to stay and keep a close eye on him as best you can.
[Bruno folds his arms loosely in front of himself.]
Maybe you're not exactly the same man Giorno remembers in Napoli, [he says, shaking his head a little,] I'm not the right person to make that call, anyway. But I can at least see the beginnings of the man who will look after Giorno, Mista, Trish, and perhaps even Fugo when he's ready, when I will no longer be able to. You protect the future I died for in choosing to look after Giorno now, even when you have no obligation.
That means something to me, Polnareff.
[Bruno places a hand on the center of his chest, over his heart, but doesn't let himself become distracted by its steady beat as he so often does. He doesn't need that right now.]
La mia famiglia è tutto e tutto è per la mia famiglia.
Well, um! I have some--questions. So not yet, maybe, unless you'd want to? I've done this a couple times before, so I've kind of polished up the process.
[Apparently, "polishing up the process" means getting a bunch of snazzy folders and writing on the covers in bright red ink. The one he has out is labelled "S. FINGERS", but there's a few similar ones on a nearby desk: "S. CHARIOT", "H. GREEN", "JON. JOESTAR", and, strangely enough, "E. JOESTAR" feature prominently. Also on the desk is a specific set of photos. Weird.]
Okay, like, just for starters...
[He flips the folder open, meticulously sliding out a blank piece of paper on which to write on.]
If you don't mind: name and DOB? Preemptively, though: spell out your surname.
[Apparently, "polishing up the process" means getting a bunch of snazzy folders and writing on the covers in bright red ink. The one he has out is labelled "S. FINGERS", but there's a few similar ones on a nearby desk: "S. CHARIOT", "H. GREEN", "JON. JOESTAR", and, strangely enough, "E. JOESTAR" feature prominently. Also on the desk is a specific set of photos. Weird.]
Okay, like, just for starters...
[He flips the folder open, meticulously sliding out a blank piece of paper on which to write on.]
If you don't mind: name and DOB? Preemptively, though: spell out your surname.
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[Sometimes he's a little stunned by all this. It isn't that he and Jotaro and Kakyoin don't have the same bonds of camaraderie and loyalty; it isn't that those feelings run any shallower or less intensely. The things that Bruno says-- famiglia, and all the sacrifices and love that the word contains-- he can easily apply to the other crusaders.
But maybe it's different because he's gone through all that with them. Those feelings came from things he can recall; Giorno's-- and by extension Bruno's-- loyalty is still something touched with mystery. You protect the future I died for, and god, but thinking of it like that is terrifying.
All of this means that Polnareff exhales unsteadily, glancing away, unsure how to respond in a way that won't offend or sound false.]
Bruno--
[He meets his gaze again.]
Well. That answers my question, I guess. On-boat and off.
[It's a weak answer, and he scowls, annoyed at himself for it. Christ.]
Look, I just mean-- I appreciate it. Is all. And return it. You're one of Giorno's closest friends, and Jotaro and Kakyoin think you're great, and I mean, you seem it, so--
But maybe it's different because he's gone through all that with them. Those feelings came from things he can recall; Giorno's-- and by extension Bruno's-- loyalty is still something touched with mystery. You protect the future I died for, and god, but thinking of it like that is terrifying.
All of this means that Polnareff exhales unsteadily, glancing away, unsure how to respond in a way that won't offend or sound false.]
Bruno--
[He meets his gaze again.]
Well. That answers my question, I guess. On-boat and off.
[It's a weak answer, and he scowls, annoyed at himself for it. Christ.]
Look, I just mean-- I appreciate it. Is all. And return it. You're one of Giorno's closest friends, and Jotaro and Kakyoin think you're great, and I mean, you seem it, so--
[Bruno's not even going to comment on the set of photos. That doesn't mean he doesn't stare long and hard at them, and make a face, but he's not going to comment.]
Bruno Buccellati. [He looks away from the photos finally, but he still wants to know how the hell Carlos got them from Dio.] B-u-c-c-e-l-l-a-t-i. September 27th, 1980. Would you like death dates as well?
Bruno Buccellati. [He looks away from the photos finally, but he still wants to know how the hell Carlos got them from Dio.] B-u-c-c-e-l-l-a-t-i. September 27th, 1980. Would you like death dates as well?
[Bruno is patient as Polnareff scrapes to find the right words and how he wants to say it exactly, saying nothing and his expression still as he watches him. It seems as though he's managed to catch Polnareff completely off-guard. How Polnareff chooses to respond, however, doesn't matter nearly as much as he understands what Bruno's told him. And he seems to even if the words in return aren't coming as clearly or easily.]
[Bruno isn't the type to self-deprecate, but he does think the opinions other hold of him are somewhat inflated at times. Bruno wouldn't deny that he does as much as he can as best as he can, but he doesn't see anything particularly extraordinary about any of it. Bruno ducks his head a little in a small nod and gentle smile.]
Grazie. [Bruno turns away again to look over the work of their Stands.] Mm, one or two more should do it and give us a little extra just in case.
[He looks back at Polnareff again.]
What do you say we see who's faster?
[Bruno isn't the type to self-deprecate, but he does think the opinions other hold of him are somewhat inflated at times. Bruno wouldn't deny that he does as much as he can as best as he can, but he doesn't see anything particularly extraordinary about any of it. Bruno ducks his head a little in a small nod and gentle smile.]
Grazie. [Bruno turns away again to look over the work of their Stands.] Mm, one or two more should do it and give us a little extra just in case.
[He looks back at Polnareff again.]
What do you say we see who's faster?
[Emotional moment: semi-successfully navigated. Not only that, but he's going to walk away with even more things to think about-- because it was one thing to go through all this with Giorno in mind, and quite another to include Bruno in that thought process.
But! That's for far later in the evening. For now, Polnareff offers a grin-- not his brightest or his most enthusiastic, but vibrant and genuine enough.]
Please. Chariot is built for speed.
[The Stand in question straightens up, back arching, presenting himself a little. But if it's to be a race-- and it is, because he loves a challenge-- he's going to press every advantage. With a little hiss Chariot's armor falls away, disappearing into nothingness.]
I mean, if you want to lose, by all means . . .
But! That's for far later in the evening. For now, Polnareff offers a grin-- not his brightest or his most enthusiastic, but vibrant and genuine enough.]
Please. Chariot is built for speed.
[The Stand in question straightens up, back arching, presenting himself a little. But if it's to be a race-- and it is, because he loves a challenge-- he's going to press every advantage. With a little hiss Chariot's armor falls away, disappearing into nothingness.]
I mean, if you want to lose, by all means . . .
[Bruno's surprised to see a change in Chariot's form since it's not often a Stand changes its form in a way that doesn't impact the user, but he puts two and two together as to the purpose of ditching the armor almost immediately. He chuckles softly.]
You're free to think what you want, but I'd advise against counting Sticky Fingers out like that.
[He tips his head a little to one side.]
The count of three then?
You're free to think what you want, but I'd advise against counting Sticky Fingers out like that.
[He tips his head a little to one side.]
The count of three then?
Wait, wait, wait-- five--
[Five bucks to the winner, that's his usual bet, because it's cheap but worth winning-- but of course they don't have that here, do they. And you can't say, oh, a moose carcass to the winner, that's stupid, so--]
Six pack of beer to the winner, yeah? I can't just do this for bragging right.
[Five bucks to the winner, that's his usual bet, because it's cheap but worth winning-- but of course they don't have that here, do they. And you can't say, oh, a moose carcass to the winner, that's stupid, so--]
Six pack of beer to the winner, yeah? I can't just do this for bragging right.
[He nods. Chariot stiffens, lifting his blade--]
One-- two-- three!
[Suddenly the air before them blurs-- quite literally blurs, because without his armor Chariot is impossible to track. A streak of silver, that's all he is, blade flashing as he tears into the tree. His precision is a little off, he can't be nearly so exact when he's moving so fast-- but nor is it a sloppy effort. Polnareff watches, a flush on his cheeks-- it's hard, exerting Chariot like this, he doesn't usually make him move so fast because it's tiring-- but he's beyond pleased.
But if Chariot is a force of speed-- and he is, undoubtedly so-- so is Sticky Fingers. When Polnareff manages to tear his gaze away from his Stand, he notes in surprise he's not that much in the lead. Bruno's Stand is more than just quick; he's nearly as fast as Chariot, and suddenly Polnareff wonders if he's going to win at all.
--no, he's definitely going to. It's Silver Chariot-- his claim to fame is speed, and he's not about to be ousted by some Italian punk who thinks too highly of his user. Polnareff grins as his tree falls-- it's just a few seconds ahead of Sticky Fingers, but a few seconds are all he needs.]
One-- two-- three!
[Suddenly the air before them blurs-- quite literally blurs, because without his armor Chariot is impossible to track. A streak of silver, that's all he is, blade flashing as he tears into the tree. His precision is a little off, he can't be nearly so exact when he's moving so fast-- but nor is it a sloppy effort. Polnareff watches, a flush on his cheeks-- it's hard, exerting Chariot like this, he doesn't usually make him move so fast because it's tiring-- but he's beyond pleased.
But if Chariot is a force of speed-- and he is, undoubtedly so-- so is Sticky Fingers. When Polnareff manages to tear his gaze away from his Stand, he notes in surprise he's not that much in the lead. Bruno's Stand is more than just quick; he's nearly as fast as Chariot, and suddenly Polnareff wonders if he's going to win at all.
--no, he's definitely going to. It's Silver Chariot-- his claim to fame is speed, and he's not about to be ousted by some Italian punk who thinks too highly of his user. Polnareff grins as his tree falls-- it's just a few seconds ahead of Sticky Fingers, but a few seconds are all he needs.]
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