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Fourth Wall Meme

It's the return of the Fourth Wall Meme, and we're opening it for the next full week!

paradisa does not allow non-members to post or comment in our main community, so we're offering this as a place to roleplay with our cast. Both character journals and personal journals are welcome, as well as doubles, original characters, AUs, whatever. Not all can be applied to the main game, but they're certainly welcome here.

Premise:
You wake up in a giant, magical castle. Everything is beautiful and the castle grants material wishes. It also provides a magic journal to every resident that allows everyone to communicate with each other like a two-way radio.

Format:
[Actions] Dialogue.

IE:
[Mickey Mouse enters the room, and sits down at the kitchen table.]

Gosh, guys, is this place ever swell!

What are you gonna do?

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Oh, I suppose I should tell you the rest of what is going on here.

We're in a magical castle that uses our emotions as power, regularly plays with us to get the needed emotions for said fuel, can grant any wish, and takes something away from you permanently when you arrive.

[Got all that, G?]

[He snorts derisively.]

This place sounds like it sucks ass.

Well, it's not that bad... You get to meet all sorts of people here that you never would have gotten to meet.

[Like his grandson.]

[BECAUSE G IS ALL ABOUT MEETING PEOPLE]

So, what's he like?

Ah... he's sweet. He lacks confidence in himself and thinks he's no-good, but he's a bit like me. Faithful to his friends and intent on doing the right thing. Only not as much of a rule breaker as me.

[A pause, and Giotto looks to the side, the guilt plain in his voice.] ...Apparently he didn't even know about the mafia until everybody else who was in line was assassinated and they needed him to take the rings.

...that bad, huh.

[So that's what the Mafia's come to. Pointless murder, all for power. But then, wasn't that what was happening in their generation anyway?]

An' how's he handling that?

...he doesn't want to do it. Apparently he's been fighting against becoming the Vongola boss the entire way, but he keeps getting pulled back in.

He says he doesn't regret it, though. because he has friends now, when nobody would ever give him the time of day before.

Yeah. The mafia's got a way of bringing people together, but it tears 'em apart, too.

[As is becoming ever more apparent with their family.]

What've you been up to?

Nothing much, actually. [He's become a hermit, G, according to his grandson.]

You've been here ten months, and that's what you tell me? [giotto....]

Well, nothing really much has happened. Well...things have happened. [But nothing he wants to tell you. He would never live half of it down.]

...I got chased by dinosaurs for a week. That was interesting.

[Dryly, as he takes out a cigarette to light up:] Sounds like fun.

[He takes a drag of the cigarette, blowing it out into the air thoughtfully.] So... we're hostages, then.

...Yes. That's the long and the short of it.

At least you remember me. [that was one of the fears Giotto had if his Family had come. Maybe they wouldn't even remember him, if the castle took that away.]

Wha? Of course I remember you.

Well, there was a chance... When you arrive, the castle takes something dear from you. And you can't get it back, no matter what.

[He frowns.]

What about you?

What about me what?

...tch, forget it.

[He takes a drag.]

[Giotto stares off a few moments, before sighing. Why was he being so evasive? Because he was upset about what he could no longer recall because of the castle? Nobody knew, really...not even Tsuna. He'd never told him.

But then again, Tsuna had never asked.]

...I can't remember what Cozart looks like. I try to recall him, and he's just a...blank in my memories.

[G pauses, because he'd thought Giotto would leave the topic since G dismissed it. The fact he'd admitted it to him was actually something of a relief and comfort.

He comes to his side and gently claps his shoulder.]

I could tell you.

[It's not the same thing, but it's better than nothing.]

Mm. I would like that. [Hopefully he didn't forget.]

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