[OPENish] ~LIFE NEEDS MORE BEACHES & BONFIRES~

[unbreaker]

WHO: Josuke, Kaneki, Hazel, Annie, Hide, Reiner, Usagi, Jolyne, Giorno and possibly Hisoka
WHERE: Cape Canaveral Beach
WHEN: Saturday Night, February 7th
WHAT: BONFIRE! BOOZE! ROASTED MARSHMALLOWS! ...skinny dipping?
WARNINGS: Teenagers. Shenanigans. Probably mentions of nudity. TBA IF THERE'S ANYTHING ELSE!
NOTES: More or less OPEN? I mean, if one of the above characters would have or did invite yours (talk to the muns!) then please come join us! Opener's in prose, but feel free to use whatever works the best!

They'd come from their homes to the military base in Cape Canaveral, and that was where they'd agreed upon meeting one another. The plan from thereon in was simple. (Maybe too simple to start with—Josuke had originally under planned, after all—but thanks to some helpful 'intervention' things were on course and running smoothly.) A hop, skip, and a jump away was the beach, but in order to be sure they were appropriately distanced from military property, those who were able and willing were to visit the garage and borrow vehicles that could be used to usher their small group a little ways down the coastline. And by the time they had all arrived at the designated location—an end of the beach decorated with bits of driftwood and only a very light dappling of footprints—the sky was already beginning to darken. The bands of color that had once streaked the horizon like the layers of a sedimentary rock were now fading to a beautiful blue-grey monochrome; the rippling waves looked less like glimmering silk and more like impenetrable velvet; and the sun was barely a glowing sliver, minutes away from disappearing entirely behind the skyline. It was cool, but not cold, and as the fire was struck, as it reached brightly skyward, flames dancing and crackling, warmth soon began to fan outward. Around the bonfire were blankets and towels for people to sit on. There were snacks of all kinds: marshmallows, chocolate, graham crackers, chips, and hot dogs—and there were skewers with which to stab several of these foods. There was a volleyball, too, pairs of binoculars, someone's media player and headphones, and a small cooler full of drinks on ice: water, some selections of soda, and of course...the alcohol. In short, everything anyone calling themselves a 'teenager' might need to cut loose on a Saturday night.

Comments

[goldenlegacy]

"Legal proxy." There's a difference, dammit. Giorno rolls his eyes a little and shakes his head, not quite sure whether to tug the marshmallow loose or just. Surrender it and start over. "Anyway, I'm sure there's someplace appropriate for marshmallow pornography. Some corner of the internet or parody art project... I'm just worried about the effect exposure to that sort of thought has had on my young mind."

Said absolutely deadpan with a flat voice like a 40 year old. And, you know what? Tugging that marshmallow after all.

[debauchewy]

A laugh, no further comment. He's just pushing buttons after all. It is a funny topic though, and to be having with Giorno who's been nothing but professional. Though he's far more used to the type than someone of his own habits my disclose.

"Some corner of the internet, are you familiar with it enough then?" A chuckle, turning his sick a little as Giorno pulls his. It makes both of them pull and stretch, very much like his Nen. He likes how it looks, like taffy or gum, turning his stick to roll the white sticky substance up, which only proves to tug at Giorno's stick more.

"I'd say you're already corrupt enough to handle it. Though that makes me wonder what you can't, Giorno~" A smirk, his gold eyes catching fire as he glances up to him "How far till you snap, or would you ever? Such an able boy~"

[goldenlegacy]

"I've have to have a passing familiarity with a lot of weird things. I'm never surprised anymore." Because people in the mafia are weird. Maybe one day he'll tell Hisoka about the S&M duo he ran into once. Sheesh. He watches the marshmallows, debating whether to abandon it, again. One of these tugs is bound to make one or both of them lose theirs.

And then he pauses at the tug and looks over at Hisoka. Slow blink. "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't snap."

[debauchewy]

"You never have?" Tug, tug tug. Lifting them a little, though they- are very close to catching fire by now, what a shame.

[goldenlegacy]

"I don't. I won't." What possible purpose or benefit is there to that? Giorno kind of watches him, frowning slightly, not paying attention to that marshmallow at all. Yeah, it's going to catch on fire.

"I won't claim to have never been pushed beyond my limits..." He can think of a few times, actually. "However! Even a loss of temper is best controlled."

[debauchewy]

Well Hisoka's aren't! Ass soon as he peels his marshmallows away, taking most of that one of Giorno's, he pulled his stick back and tucks it between his knees using both hands to carefully pry at the first marshmallow. Brown, a little black here and there, more than he'd let usually but he was playing with his food a bit.

"Mmm-" Pushes the marshmallow into his mouth, sucking and chewing at it lightly before swallowing and licking his lips.

"But isn't it nice to lose yourself from time to time?" Glances up, smiling sly. His hands lifted slightly, rubbing and pulling at strands of marshmallow between the pads of index and thumbs.

[goldenlegacy]

"Not really." Giorno stays pretty expressionless, watching Hisoka with that marshmallow, gosh what a mess. It makes him want to wash his hands, and his aren't even sticky. "Besides, some things are best left contained. A poor temper makes for a great deal of damage control later."

[debauchewy]

"There's a difference between controlling your anger and controlling yourself when angry. Experiencing different emotions and knowing how to handle yourself under their influence could benefit you." Smiles, licking at his fingers again.

"Though- I suppose it doesn't matter if you're above feeling certain things, Giorno~" Chuckles, pulling off another marshmallow and starts to squish it softly between two fingers.

"Or- you wouldn't think yourself above it, would you?"

[goldenlegacy]

"I don't think of myself as 'above' things." ...time to switch to another marshmallow, though. Because the old one is basically charcoal at the moment. So he grabs a fresh one.

"It's a question of temperament. However!" A short pause. He frowns a little, staring at the marshmallow. "...I can be angry enough. But I don't want to become my father."

[debauchewy]

"Is your father an angry man? I've yet to see that." Smirks.

"Though- you're right, he is rather easy to annoy." Glancing up, rolling the tip of his stick in the fire to get stuck pieces of marshmallow to burn off. "You're really nothing like that, so level headed. Careful, too much so and you may become boring."

[goldenlegacy]

"I'm not really concerned about being boring." Honestly, what sort of thing is that to spend energy worrying about? Giorno stabs the marshmallow through with the stick. "May I never start worrying what other people think of me.

"Besides, being level-headed is preferable to being a hothead. It's ineffective to flail at things. Even Dio--" ...ended up dead in the end. But he just kind of frowns and doesn't say that. "But I am like him already. Just. Not in every single way. That's the difference. It has to remain the difference.

"Otherwise I'll be much more dangerous than him."

[debauchewy]

What fears for a boy to have- he's never had that. Never had someone to work off of, or be wary he'd be like. He can't imagine what it must feel like to step the same steps as someone else. To worry if they're larger than yours, to worry if they match- the idea is- displeasing. He's always been fond of being different, being his own. The fear Giorno has, even if he doesn't show fear- he believes it honest. The way he says it-

He'll feel for him for a moment, closing his eyes and glancing up, catching a few sparks as they flutter up from the apex of the campfire.

He had a lot of thoughts about boredom and interest, but it was apparent they didn't share those interests, and that was fine. Hisoka could be interested in them still, and Giorno had yet to actually become boring to him, if a little stale at times. But maybe that was good in the sort of- near professional relationship they had- or should have.

"And you worry for it?" Glancing to him again, gazing through fire before he looks the the stick he's holding in it. Slows it's movement, lets it catch flame finally, lifting the touch close to him and gazing at the engulfed tip.

"You shouldn't. While you may be like him, the things we do with ourselves and what is done to us- it's what makes us who we are. You might be of the same clay, Giorno- but the shape you're to be molded in-" Lifts his other hand, crunching it around the fire with a 'tsss' sound, turning it fast to break that piece of the stick off and then hold that hand up again. Fingers uncurl, hand open, palm up, and fire appears as if- floating in his palm.

"Will appear different entirely from what life has molded Dio into." Blows, putting the small fire out. He chuckles, lifting his chin a little and gives Giorno a bright smile.

"But you knew that already. You don't need me to say it~"

[goldenlegacy]

Giorno watches Hisoka in silence, listening, thinking. The truth is, he never really worried much about being too much like Dio before he came to this world - and why would he, he didn't know anything about Dio, didn't know what there was to worry about. His parental figures had been an absentee mother and an abusive stepfather - and he saw nothing of them in himself and nothing of himself in them. But here....

It's a little more complicated here. Seeing how similar he is to his father, in so many ways... it's been...

Strange, like staring into a twisted mirror. And he doesn't know Dio all that well - realistically, Hisoka has probably spent more time with his father than he has, himself (he's not going to think about that one, though). But he knows enough to know they think too much alike.

He twists the stick, watches the marshmallow turn golden and brown.

"I'm not sure I'd call it worrying. But I'm aware of the subjectivity of morality, and that I fall somewhat outside the range of acceptability for the average person. Of course..." He frowns a little. "...that isn't to say that I'm conceding ground. If I believed my perspective to be in the wrong, I would, of course, change it. Clinging to things when you're clearly wrong about them is a waste of time.

"But inasmuch as no single person is infallible of vision, I can't expect to know where the line is drawn in every case." He frowns a little. "If power brings responsibility, then I guess you could say I feel the need to be responsible. Then again... it could be that just worrying about it is difference enough, most of the time, between him and me. But the truth is, it's difficult to judge. I barely know him, after all."

[debauchewy]

"A wrong perspective." A thoughtful hum, glancing to the side. "Is there such a thing?" Said though- almost to himself, and not to Giorno. Hisoka closes his eyes, still- unfamiliar with Giorno's difficulty would be at all with his father, or being too similar to him. He doubts though, that this boy had to worry for many reasons. His focus was the same as Dio's he had his goals, but it was different. From what he's seen of the boy, or Dio, he too would say they were similar, and yet not.

Family certainly-

Was odd.

Being so close to someone without being at all close to them- he can't imagine. "I suppose you're right." Holds out a hand.

"Do you have an interest to know him? Be it for personal reasons, or to merely be better prepared for encounters with him in the future."

[goldenlegacy]

Really, that's not a bad question - a perspective can be harmful or not, but "wrong" is a little more difficult. If a perspective is, by definition, subjective... can right or wrong truly enter into it?

He frowns a little, and he would probably comment on that in one way or another, but then there's that question, and Giorno frowns even more.

What a complicated question. Much more complicated than Hisoka could ever guess. But, he can probably answer it with... "I did. For personal reasons. It's a little more difficult now." A little pause. "I haven't spoken to him in months."

[debauchewy]

"No harm in that then." A smirk, shrugging up his hands. "Unless he's plotting something of course, then I suppose it would be wise to get closer." Leaning back, propping his knees up and setting his arms on the tops of them, stick discarded completely now.

This boy was- despite his aversion to getting 'angry', quite intense. The way Giorno looked at him, how he spoke, how thoughtful he was, he often reminded him of Chrollo. Though- oddly enough the other man was more- playful than this boy- some how. It was interesting. He wanted to know more about this world- a world that would make a family like theirs. It had to be quite something.

"The things-" Lids low, glancing to Giorno's side- where he sees a shadow... "The ones that are at your sides, the vines Jonathan uses for example, what are call?"

crying at the reminder of how similar my characters are, sob sob, tears on the wind

[goldenlegacy]

"If he's plotting something, I want as little to do with it as possible." He wrinkles his nose, pokes the marshmallow on the end of his stick. "It would only result in a war between him and the Joestar clan, and I'm not taking sides in that." That's the last thing he wants, really - getting involved in something like that just means he's inevitably going to end up doing something he'll wish he hadn't. Bah.

Okay, roasting resumes. But he nearly drops his stick at that next bit. Giorno looks over at him, expression unreadable. "You can see them.

"How?"

haha I almost didn't say it, but then my muse was- already thinking it himself.

[debauchewy]

Oooh, that reaction was nice. He tilts his head.

"I'm not sure myself, though I imagine it's because whatever that is you have, and others like you have from your world, it's similar to something I have from mine." Places a hand to his chest, brows up a little, examining Giorno's expression intently.

"It's perhaps part of us, in the same way. Can those of you with them see eachothers?"

still crying, still sobbing, still cursing the gods

[goldenlegacy]

"We can. On my world, only those who have such a power can perceive them." Giorno watches him for a long moment, weighing how much to say, how much to leave unsaid.

"...if you can see them, then it must mean that your abilities are connected to your spirit, or your life force. That's the nature of ours, as well. They're called Stands. But I'm surprised you don't know this already considering your acquaintance with my father."

Then again, Dio never does talk much about his abilities. The vampire issue aside.

[debauchewy]

"He's a show off more than anything it seems, besides, most of the time we're preoccupied." A smirk. And- a laugh.

"Stands?" Because they.

Stand.

Next to you.

Really.

[goldenlegacy]

Yeah, more things Giorno doesn't want to think about. He kind of. Stares.

The staring doesn't stop when the laughter begins.

"What?"

[debauchewy]

"A name like that does little for someone's like Joseph's, or Jonathan's don't you think?" Dio as well- considering he's seen those vines around him too, but he doesn't care to mention it. The point is made even with just either of those two men named.

[goldenlegacy]

"True enough." As far as he can tell, Hermit Purple doesn't actually have a humanoid form. But. "...I didn't name it, so I have no real opinion about it.

"Actually, I have no idea who named them. I didn't know they had a name until recently."

[debauchewy]

"So you've had it all your life then?" Until recently suggests that, he'll pry. Wants to know more about it.

[goldenlegacy]

"Well." That's a more complicated question than it seems. Giorno frowns a little, monitoring the marshmallow but actually... really more considering what he wants to say at the moment, and how to explain it, preferably without becoming tedious.

Condensation works. He turns the stick between his fingers. "In a way. It fully manifested a few months before I came here. However... in retrospect, there were moments in my life when my stand must have been at work."

He pauses for a second, and then kind of... half-smiles. "Manifesting my stand turned my hair blond. That always amuses me a little - it's not exactly a common side effect."