rubycity_ooc | five years later meme

⚔ age 27
⚔ still super into Bruno, who is now his Bruno, very much so
⚔ can now speak French, English, Italian and (very, very little) Japanese
⚔ Far better at advising Don Giovanna; learning how to be a good consigliere
⚔ helps (has helped?) Giorno organize an actual monetary economy
⚔ has tried to organize patrols around the edges of the city, to keep creatures at by a
⚔ Organizes sports (any kinds of sports, he just likes it, he'll play with/teach literally anyone) periodically, most especially fencing and soccer
⚔ frets a lot about being nearly 30

- dio is 17, almost 18
- around 5'8" in height, tall and lanky and cranky
- he's grown his hair out so it's almost midback in length. he usually keeps it pinned up in a bun or a high ponytail
- enjoys birds, has one, her name is duchess
- can speak italian more fluently
- goes by the name inizio moreso than dio
- still a god damn nerd who appreciates education and SCHOOL
- a few nights out of the week he likes to sleep up in the observatory to study the stars. duchess comes with him.
- he isn't afraid of the woods anymore
- his time stop has gotten longer but it seems to be capped at five seconds and he isn't that interested in trying to push it any further than that
- more often now he has his stand, the world, out with him. he is currently trying to teach his stand how to play chess with him.

[Inizio has grown these past five years. Or at least, he's grown somewhat. He's gotten taller, but not yet broader, and for that Polnareff is grateful. The change of name had helped immensely, but there are days when Inizio will look at him with a reckless grin and suddenly it's Cairo all over again.

They've gotten closer, but there are things Inizio can't do with him. They've long since learned that seeing the World will only lead to grief; they know that certain phrases will send Polnareff reeling. But those are the bad days-- and as more and more time passes, the bad days become far less frequent.

He's become quite good at fencing. Very good, actually, to the point where Polnareff has stopped fudging their competitions. He loses more than he wins, but it's only a matter of time before that changes, god knows. But it's early autumn, and the leaves are crisp, and it's no time to be indoors. So, instead: football. Soccer, as the Americans call it, and he'd had to correct some people on that the first time he'd brought the subject up on the network. Football, and Jotaro had found him a ball some years ago, and he's always ready to play.]

I can't believe you know rugby, but not football. Who likes rugby over football?

[He says it with a distracted air. He's too preoccupied with bouncing the ball off his knees, seeing how long he can keep it midair.]

Edited 2016-08-01 01:00 (UTC)

I never said I liked rugby. Do I look like I have the body frame for that sort of game? [Maybe in one future he did, but not now. As it stood he had difficulties now and then finding clothes that actually fit him without asking Giorno to tailor the sleeves or hem the bottom enough that it didn't look like he was being swallowed.

As he watches Polnareff bouncing the soccer ball on his knee Dio walks over and just. Knocks it away before it hits Polnareff's knee again.]

So show me how to play - unless that was it, in which case I don't want to learn anymore.

⚛ ~50 yrs old. what the heck
⚛ still very much a dad
⚛ has probably died like 10 times due to scientific accidents or maybe just people kicking his ass
⚛ is hopefully a bit better at defending himself from people kicking his ass
⚛ still loves his boyfriend a bunch
⚛ the opposite of chill
⚛ he likes Teaching People Things, so he's organized something for that i bet! if you want to learn obscure and likely dangerous Science Majykks, he is here to help
⚛ honestly he probably hasn't changed that much physically. he's probably gotten a lot more gray though
⚛ still a precious and excitable individual

♚ age 25. now he can drink in the united states of ruby city
♚ has hopefully mellowed out some? like, at least a little bit. come on dude
♚ still runs his bookstore with his eighty cats
♚ has likely tried to make an economy for the fiftybillionth time, most likely unsuccessfully. rip byakuya togami
♚ still single, honestly. i mean if anyone wants to sweep him off his feet he's free, but like...who would want that kind of shit in their life, tbh
♚ still bitter, but less so. maybe you can actually have a conversation with him
♚ has grown into more of a beanpole. probably has to duck under most standard doorframes
♚ still an asshole

► physically 21, technically 6
► has grown a bit physically, a few centimeters taller, but not as tall as her dumb boyfriends. also has long hair because she doesn't really like cutting it. tends to wear her hair in a ponytail if it starts to get in her eyes, though.
► more than likely turned back human, but would have kept some of her mermaid abilities (partially)
► probably helps run the arcade
► has learned a lot of things the last five years, primarily stuff that people have told her, some more self defense
► still dating hajime and nagito, although they're probably even closer / living in the same house
► adopted a pet rabbit called usami
► she also works a lot with the available technology in order to create new video games cabinets and video games in general.
► still sleeps a lot
► kind of hates the water now that she's back as a human >8(
► still has a habit of sleeping in the bath even if she's human, someone help this girl.......
► does a lot of investigation on the city as usual. as always, she hasn't given up on the idea of everyone going back to their home worlds.
► of course, she does realize that she's not going to see the hinata hajime and komaeda nagito of this world when she goes back but she's trying really hard for them and everyone else, which leads to
► STILL A HUGE LACK OF SELF PRESERVATION!! other people > her

Edited 2016-07-31 16:56 (UTC)

* now 13 years old, so doesn't need to be babysat AS MUCH
* still a pacifist, has probably died a lot over the last few years
* filled with DETERMINATION
* hair is still about shoulder-length, kind of feminine looking
* got a voice during an event so learned to speak
* goes adventuring as often as possible, probably comes home all beat up

* Now 18/19 years old
* still acts like an Earl
* looks a LOT like his dad just with an eyepatch instead
* still convinced his soul is damned, good luck ever convincing him otherwise
* still completely devoted to Lizzie (sorry everyone)
* has managed to kind of start the Funtom company in the city, at least with the curry buns that won him a royal warrant
* also still had a thing with chocolate

♛ 22! le gasp
♛ The Don Giovanna, working for total control of ruby city whether it likes it or not
♛ wears 200% more fur coats and aviators, otherwise his fashion sense is regrettably unchanged
♛ has not grown upwards but is a touch more muscular because of eating actual meals and getting exercise u feel
♛ has picked up a variety of random skills, including sewing/garment design, accounting, and jewelry-making
♛ has introduced a monetary economy although it is kind of Struggling so far
♛ keeps opening up new businesses and buying shit up. why are you doing this there are only like 10 buildings in the city center what is your goal here.
♛ hella bitter that ruby city is not napoli, because he will never be over that in his life
♛ Figurin Shit Out with fugo, slowly
♛ has never stopped growing out his hair. dwi.

Edited 2016-08-01 02:25 (UTC)

[It's odd, watching Giorno grow up.

In some ways, of course, he had already been grown up from the day they met. Sixteen and more in control of himself than anyone had a right to be at that age, Giorno had already been working to master his surroundings. Ruby City wasn't Napoli, but still he worked to make it as safe and secure a place as possible.

But there's a difference between that boy and the man Giorno has become. What sixteen year old Giorno struggled with, Don Giovanna now works on with ease. He controls portions of Ruby City now-- truly controls them, and his influence isn't always apparent, but it's certainly there. There's an economy now, small but vibrant, and if he were to guess Polnareff would bet about half the businesses got their start through Giorno's guidance.

Polnareff has grown, too. He's still not the perfect consigliere-- but five years is a long time to learn, and he's gotten far better. He's grown quieter, more thoughtful; he knows when to say what he thinks and when to shut up. Whether or not he actually shuts up is up for debate, but at least he's learning when he ought to.

Anyway. Some things haven't changed. Giorno is more his son than ever. He doesn't do his hair half as often as he used to, but it's a soothing ritual when they do. Sometimes they talk about politics or what Giorno is doing in the city; sometimes they talk about Mista or Bruno; sometimes they just sit in silence.]

Can you even see in those?

[He says it with a smile as Giorno comes into the mansion, wearing those sunglasses. Aviators, Papa, Giorno corrected him once, his sigh gusty, and since then Polnareff has always referred to them by the wrong name.]

[His sigh is deep, gusty, exaggerated. His shoulders slump, put-upon, as he gazes out the window at the garden, ever so dramatically. Disrespected in his own home. Unbelievable.]

Even if I couldn't, Papa, it wouldn't matter, would it? I can tell where you are without them.

[Gold Experience darts out, then, and pokes him in the middle of the forehead with two very pointy fingers, then drapes his arms around his shoulders, rubs his cheek against Polnareff's. Giorno smiles faintly and turns a page in the book he's reading.]

Why are you being so rude today, hm?

[He huffs a laugh and pushes a hand against Gold Experience's head-- softly, carefully, the same way he would for Giorno. God forbid he ever mess up his son's hair.]

It was an honest question, Giogio. You can't blame me for wanting to learn more.

[A beat, and then, to Gold Experience:]

Snuggling against me doesn't erase the fact you just poked me, you know. I love you, but I don't have that poor a memory yet.

I can blame you. I do all the time.

[So serene, so innocent. He has never done anything wrong in his life. Gold Experience, meanwhile, gives Polnareff a very innocent look. And then, a moment later, a rose out of nowhere. Giorno puts his chin in his hand.]

What a charming Stand. I wonder where he gets it from.

Are we angling for a compliment, Giorno?

[He takes the rose with a huff of laughter. He never would have been this serene with Gold Experience in the past. He'd never disliked him, no, but this kind of comfortable closeness has only developed relatively recently.]

When you're ready, I have some reports for you.

Yes, Papa. Always.

[He closes his book, though, and tips his chin up at Polnareff, gesturing at the opposite seat. Gold Experience pats Polnareff's hair very very gently so as not to mess it up, and then comes to sit on the arm of Giorno's chair, upright and alert.]

And I am also always ready. So please, share.

[He settles in across from Giorno, straddling the chair and resting his forearms on the back. Carefully, he ticks off each of his points on his fingers, which is absolutely not a habit picked up from Bruno.]

There's more people who want to join up to fight any monsters that come in from the woods. Which is fine, except there's such a thing as too much firepower, so maybe we could start setting up some kind of second-rotation guard. Two, I've got two people asking if they can rent out some of the business you bought, so we could go over that. And--

[He wrinkles his nose. He is not fond of point three.]

We should probably go over the economy thing a bit more.

[Oh, Polnareff. Giorno laughs out loud, although he has the decency to cover his mouth at least a little.]

Do you want to talk about your least favorite thing first or last?

We might as well get it over with. I'm gonna dread it the whole conversation if we put it last.

[Still, though: ugh.]

I think you're on the right track with expanding businesses, but more people are going to have to start running them if we don't just want it to be an economy of you.

You hate it so much, for being quite good at it in practice.

[Best to get through it quickly, though, so that Polnareff stops suffering so much.]

Incentives for opening businesses, perhaps? Tax benefits?

You could reduce rent for the first few months. Let them worry about actually succeeding, never mind about owing you. I mean, you'd take a hit, but it's not like you're going to suddenly be out on the streets.

Mm, yes. Incentives should be for something else . . . providing for those who can't provide for themselves, perhaps. But we can wait on that. Start with this.

How does four months sound?

Four months. If they can't make it work by four months, it's not going to work at all. We should start seeing what kind of food stores we can make work. Not raw food-- but bakeries, stuff like that. There's a couple people here who like to bake, they might be interested.

I'm sure I could persuade a few people to start something like that.

[He is, after all, very persuasive.]

What else?

Yeah. I think there's only so much you can do with an economy with how many people you've got here. I think we're going to have to stick to a barter system at least part of the time.

Of course. It's not as though we can make an enormous mint, or even should. A small amount of currency in circulation, especially for important things like property and business. Smaller things can slip through the cracks if they must.

I think we're doing well, to start out with.

So do I. I just want to make sure you know it's not going to become something huge.

[But . . . Polnareff shifts, leaning his chin on his arms as he thinks.]

I think that's about it for economics, unless you've got something specific you want to go over.

No, I think that more or less covers it.

Second rotation next?

Second rotation.

[See, now, this is a subject he can warm to. Polnareff smiles a little, though his voice is serious.]

We've got seven people who've asked me about joining over the past few weeks. That's enough for a squad. Either we put them all together for a quiet hour, or we put one in each rotation and so they learn that way. But either way, they learn, and in two weeks we've got a second rotation and a full first one instead of two guys every hour.

Mm, one in each rotation, I think. Quiet's all well and good until it isn't quiet anymore. Learning on the job is best.

[His smile, now, is admiring.]

You've always been best at this part of it.

Ω Physically 21.
Ω Openly uses his talents now and his eyes stay glowing red.
Ω Much more stable, and confident.
Ω Very much a ranger type of fighter, he favors bows and knives. When he fights he can seemingly melt into his surroundings.
Ω still dating Nagito and Chiaki, now living in the same house with them.
Ω Still has several animals, and never without his dragon.
Ω Hinata investigates the mysteries of the city but also serves as a scout when necessary to whatever appears outside the walls.
Ω Has been working to see if he can find a way for him, Chiaki, and Nagito to all go home to the same world.
Ω Grew his hair out for a bit then chopped it shorter, but still longer than his hair used to be.

» 24 years of age. Not that it's the easiest thing in the world to pin his age.
» Stands a solid 188cm / 6'2" now, with whipcord musculature on a slightly broader frame.
» Doesn't bother with cutting his hair except for when it itches his shoulders.
» Spends at least one day a week in his sniper's nest at the top of the clocktower with the rifle he's picked up from the Emporium at some point.
    … And scares the odd newcomer when he fires it – it's a railgun, after all. [Hunting in the woods from the comfort of his nest in the city, just 'cause 5000m+ effective range. He does clean up afterwards, of course.]
» Has enhanced his bionic arm to the best of his ability. Having combined both of its 'modes', he can carry the theatre's piano (and then some) with ease in the one hand and land 30 straight punches in one second without needing to do any fancy arm movements to switch between the two.
» Takes on the role of local blacksmith when it suits him / when no-one else is in the forge. He makes about two blades a month, sometimes more.
    … Most are gifted to others, though he's got a dozen or two for himself (mostly daggers / fighting knives and throwing knives).
» Is far more proficient in speaking French, but has lost some of his Banu fluency.
» Plays piano concerts in the theatre every so often.
    … Never expects to draw much of a crowd, but still gets decent attendance numbers for the given city population.
» Gets along well enough with just about everybody, from the Elves to the Mafia.
    … Doesn't actually run/own a shop/business, though he probably could.
» Has about as much a hope of leaving as when he arrived; that is, not much, but enough for him to support those who have a stronger desire to do so.

Edited 2016-08-10 02:21 (UTC)

five years later meme

Polnareff;

dio!!!

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carlos!

togami!

chiaki nanami.

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giorno giovanna

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Hinata

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