" ": You talking
' ': You thinking
* *: Narrator/Voice-off
Your POV:
Mista: WHA- ?! WHAT'S GOING ON ?!
"An excellent question indeed. In short, we're pretty much fucked."
Giorno: Bucciarati, this road slopes down ! We're heading downhill ! The mold spread from below... And got up here !
Bucciarati: We're gonna jump ! Grab on ! HANG ON TO ME !
Bucciarati: Start climbing up ! We need every inch of height we can get !
Mista: That big thing... is that the coliseum ? The man we need to find is in that coliseum...
"The unconscious... Stand abilities are in a sense, the unconscious talents of their hosts. If any sense of guilt exists in your heart, then that will unconsciously put a brake on your ability. But this man delights in cruelty. It is his reason for living... That's why he has this ability. He has no brakes ! There's no limits at how far he's go !"
Mista: What are you going about now ?!
Citizen: W- What's going on ?! Hey ! Hang in there ! What's wrong ?! What happened to you ?! Hey !
Citizen: I- I'll get a doctor right away ! There's a phone right there ! I'm gonna make a call !
Mista: Hey, you ! Stop !! Don't go there !!
Citizen: I'll get an ambulance right away ! Wait for meeeeeeeee !!
Resident: Hey, what's wrong ? What's that ? What's all the noise FORRRRRRRRRRRRRRR ?!!
"He doesn't care... This is why they chased us on that helicopter...There are 3,8 million people in Rome, nothing like the fishing hamlet we just left ! The mold here will spread from corpse to corpse in the blink of an eye !"
Bucciarati: No way ! They're going to keep on spreading it to Roma as well ?! The gang has men in Roma ! This is going to be damaging to the boss, too !
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Vento del Destino (Male reader x Golden wind)
FanfictionA sleeping slave, that makes fate waver.