shot 007 || [accidental video/action to those nearby]

[soulofaginger]

[While G was completely oblivious to the amount of time he had been gone, he was very aware of the heavy grog that seemed to cloud his brain. Damn he felt like crap. While he was lacking the typical pounding headache that usually came with waking up in a bed with no idea how he got there, he thought better than to take any chances.

And as much as he hated the little mirror talkie... whatever-the-fuck-it-was thing... it was a necessary evil right now. He fumbles with it for a moment before the read head comes on the screen... clearly having made no effort to hide the fact that he just woke up mere moments ago. His hair is a tussled mess, and there's a light layer of stubble on his jar.]

stupid little piece of shit... how the hell do i- oh...

[He clears his throat and with a level of grace and sophistication that only the mafioso could reach addresses the public, his words heavily laced with grog.]

Alright, whatever the hell I did last night and whoever I did last night, I did not mean anything I said it was just a bunch of rubbish and lies and you should ignore it. And if someone would be kind enough to tell me what the hell happened last night it would be appreciated.

[And he just tossed the thing off to the side while he got out of bed to try and get ready for the day, forgetting to turn it off as usual.]

Comments

voice;

[solitarynuvola]

... How crass.

[A pause.]

It seems as if you temporarily disappeared from this place.

Re: voice;

[soulofaginger]

[A glare...that you cannot see, but it's there nonetheless]

Whaddyou lot want? I think it would take more than liquor to get me crawlin' to any of you.

[The next sentence catches him off guard.]

Temporarily disappeared?

[Of course G simply jumps to the wrong conclusions and assumed he had either been A- drugged and kidnapped, or B- drunk enough to have wandered away for a few days... neither answer was one he particularly liked...

or had the current brain function to think through properly.]

voice;

[solitarynuvola]

Either that, or you were asleep for the whole time...

Re: voice;

[soulofaginger]

About how long was I gone?

voice;

[solitarynuvola]

... Perhaps three weeks.

The duration of this... event, in any case.

[Action]

[bestamontillado]

[So about that going to get breakfast thing.]

[Or food or coffee or whatever.]

[There's someone else already in the kitchen.]

[Someone you haven't seen in a LONG time.]

[And he's already seen you.]

[In fact, that usual poker face just ...pretty much went FLAT. Which at least is still covering the mental calculation that he's in a small enclosed space with G, and without his powers, which roughly equals "Fucked".]

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[soulofaginger]

[After some little chit-chats getting caught up on where he had been... and getting dressed... G was about to head out for his daily "I'm going to wander outside and see if I can't start some shit" routine.

When he saw someone he hoped to hell that he would never have to lay eyes on again.

For a moment he wasn't even fully away what he was doing. All he could think of was the incident with the Simon Family, Lampo recalling the day he died at the hand of Spade and his men, the kid that deserved so much better than that....

and the knowing about what he was doing yet being powerless to stop it in his final days.

In a blind rage, G lets out a yell and immediately charges at Spade grabbing at his throat and slamming him into a wall, it was only then did he become aware of the situation enough to talk]

You.... you BASTARD! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just snap your neck right now- and it better be a damned good reason.

[Action]

[bestamontillado]

[For all that Spade was far from helpless in a physical fight, the Storm Guardian always had been stronger than him and better at it, enough that he didn't really stand much chance, particularly with the off-guard moment.]

[He knew he was powerless, and depending on how long G'd been here, if G knew how this place worked, he couldn't bluff his way out of it, even if he'd had the slightest faith that threats would work on G.]

[That didn't mean he was about to let G know how much of an upper hand he had, or be intimidated himself; the most G was going to get out of him was a wry half-snarl.]

And prove you're a short-sighted twit with no self control?

[...so maybe there were still enough old nerves for him to not exactly be on top of his game as far as manipulating people went.]

By all means, I'm sure you have everything about being trapped here well in hand yourself.

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[soulofaginger]

[Well he gave the bastard a chance to talk. More "mercy" than he thought he would be able to show. Not his fault this bastard had the balls to actually insult him like that. He died serving the Vongola and everything it stood for. He spent his life making it what it was. He was loyal to it, and he died knowing that at lest he did his best.

And even if his best wasn't worth it, it was a damn lot better than what he did.

Once again overcome with sheer rage he lets out a yell as he moves to throw Spade onto the nearby table, then again charging at him fist raised. With a heavy blow aided by the momentum of his charge the table snaps from the combined force, leaving the storm guardian looming over Spade on the ground- where he started an unrelenting assault on the illusionists face. He wasn't sure what he was hoping to accomplish. No matter how many blows he took, no matter how much he was made to suffer the damage would not be undone. Lampo would not get to live to see old age. Giotto would not get to reunite with the Simon family. The lost values and blood at the hands of the Vongola would not be taken back...

But hell if it didn't feel good to just make the bastard feel what it was like to lay on the bed he made and be helpless to stop it. Revenge for all the lives he destroyed.]

SELF CONTROL!? I GAVE UP ON SELF CONTROL WHEN YOU SINGLE HANDEDLY DESTROYED EVERYTHING!

[He strikes Spade across the face with a right hook, holding nothing back with his punches]

THE VONGOLA'S VALUES!

[And again.]

OUR IDEALS!

[And again.]

OUR LIVES!

[He stops only to grab Spade by the neck of his garments and slams his head against the ground.]

TELL ME! WHY SHOULD I LET YOU LIVE AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO US?! WHY SHOULD I GIVE YOU ANY MERCY AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO A CHILD, A PRIEST, AND A MAN WHO SPENT HIS LIFE TRYING TO MAKE THE WORLD JUST A LITTLE BETTER?! WHY?!

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[bestamontillado]

[Well, really, it's not like there was going to be a whole hell of a lot of response there, since that entire struggle had been spent in between attempts at blocking someone that much bigger, stronger, and better at it, a couple of desperate swipes with newfound claws at G's face and neck, and attempts at getting away that really... weren't that successful; something about getting battered like that which made it a little hard to process and answer.]

[That and attempting to aim a kick at G in another attempt at getting away.]

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[femininetomboy]

[ While she's pretty sure that she wants nothing to do with all the things he just said, Madoka can hardly ignore this message. It's G and he is back and she is just happy to see him.
For the content? She pretends to have heard nothing for now, it's better for everyone and especially her poor innocence. (And seriously, G, wow, that was rude. Madoka also now thinks you are a complete idiot regarding feelings and she would be a bit angrier, if he hadn't been gone and was back now.)
So she just jumps up from where she had been, rushing to his room. She had the decency to knock though, at least. ]

G? You're back! Good morning!

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[soulofaginger]

[And he's quick to open the door with a little smirk, greeting the kid with an affectionate hair ruffle. While he wasn't exactly aware of the sort of things that were appropriate to say around kids, and typically was a bit too open when it came to his habit of sleeping around- he was not usually one to forget entire days or however long he had been missing. And if was indeed that bad off he had to try to do some damage control in case he let anything slip about the Vongola...

Or the fact that he sekretly has feelings]

Hey Kiddo! What am I back from exactly?

[Because really, he's got no idea.]

[ action ]

[femininetomboy]

I was hoping you could tell me that...

[ For a moment she looks annoyed (she's been worried after all), but then it fades for a more worried and thoughtful look ]

You really don't remember that you've been gone?

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[soulofaginger]

I ain't got a clue, Dolly. Last thing I remember I was havin' a ducky old time doin' somethin' not all that important, next thing I know I'm in bed feelin' like I got stuffed in a weighed lead suit.

[He gives his shoulders a good roll and cracks his neck, he was still feeling a bit heavy and stiff, but it was getting better.]

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[femininetomboy]

[ Madoka makes a sound like 'hmh' and stares at G's bed for a moment, contemplating the chances of somehow having overlooked him being in there. No. Definitely not. ]

You certainly haven't been in there for the past time though.... you had us worried.

[ With him being already dead it had been a ton more alarming to see that he was gone, at least for Madoka. As for the 'us'... she just generally assumed that the other people G was close to were worried as well, it seemed to be about right. ]

voice;

[gesso]

Aaah but you said I was special♪.

[trollface.jpg.]

Re: voice;

[soulofaginger]

[Oh god... he could not have gotten that drunk. Ugetsu would have stopped him... or something...]

If I did, I don't think I meant it as a compliment, Snowflake.

voice;

[gesso]

Mmmm but I took it as one anyway♪. Being special gives me a nice feeling~♪!

[Applause for Byakuran, actor extraordinaire.]

Re: voice;

[soulofaginger]

[Dear god what the hell is this... happy... bubbly... creature... he feels familiar but he know's he's never seen him before this place.]

Yeah, you really are one helluva "special" little Snowflake aren't you?

[And he runs a hand through his hair, looking off to the side for... something to avoid talking to the little fairy princess]

God, it's too early for this...

voice;

[gesso]

Ahh, you're implying something aren't you? It's really lucky I'm in a good mood~!

[Byakuran vaguely recognises the face (a little like Gokudera, but not entirely) but otherwise he's just so

incredibly

bored. ]

Aren't you a morning person?

[ugetsu]

[ ugetsu hurries to the door before Spade stuff happens ]

G-san! You're awake, please open the door.

[soulofaginger]

[There's a grumble and some shuffling]

Hold on ma, let me get some pants on.

[There's some grunting and shuffling as he tries to get himself up and working through the heaviness of his body and the annoying fog in his head. There's even an occasional 'ow' and thudding as he runs into things. He could not remember the last time putting on pants took this much effort. When he finally opens the door, he has at least successfully managed to dress himself, though he still looks disheveled and has done nothing to tame his hair at all.]

Mmm?

[Sleepy G translation for 'what do you want?']

[ugetsu]

You have been asleep for so long, G-san, I was concerned! You need to come out and eat something.

[ cue Ugetsu trying to usher him out ]

[soulofaginger]

Asleep? [He let out an exasperated sigh] Any idea what I got into that knocked me out for so long?

[And he'll just... put up with Ugetsu's usherings for now... didn't really have the willpower to put up a fuss about it.]

[ugetsu]

No, just one day you were completely asleep. I tried to wake you so many times, but it did not work. I kept you hydrated though...

[ Ugetsu busies himself around the kitchen, trying to get some things for G to eat.]