La Forzetta High SchoolMusical Accompaniment"
There he goes again..."
This was the one thing that could be heard among the cheerleaders as they see the great star athlete of the school Football Team, Luca Palladino, kick a foot/soccer ball straight into the face of the announcer who dared to call him a girl; a damn shame he missed. He's usually so cool, but it's right when you question his gender that the lid he calls a head pops off and he blows a gasket. Embarrassing as this is, the cheerleaders have gotten used to this behavior, but are fairly certain the only reason he's tolerated by the coach is because of how damn good he is at the sport.
One of them, still in her school uniform, couldn't help but laugh at this display. Well, she wasn't officially a member of the cheerleading squad per se, but is friends with them and often cheers alongside them in games. The real reason Alex "Modena" Vigilian is here is to assist the sports medic, her adopted brother Enrico, as his nurse during the game. Standing at the bleachers, she was as energetic and optimistic as ever.
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Awesome Kick Luca, just like that!" She said as she tried to imitate it...
Apparently not knowing of how little balance there is when standing on bleachers like she was.
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...I'm ok! ...The bleachers broke the fall..." She said, trying to keep a smile despite still clearly sore from the fall, giving a thumbs up signal in the air as she spoke.
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Despite it being the weekend, there was one student still inside the school, even when everyone else clearly aren't. Sitting at one of the desks of his classes, the foreign student Akira Komaeda watched the people outside the window of the class as they attempt to begin their sports game. He looked as the boy kicked the ball towards the announcer's face, though missing only because the guy ducked to dodge it, sighing at the boy's malicious intent.
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His temper is duly noted. Could be trouble if left unchecked." He said to himself before casually returning to reading a book at his desk. The Book in question was the main reason he entered the school, a Mystery Novel he was interested in from the Library, and a perfectly quiet, isolated place to read it.
However, perhaps he picked a spot that's too good, as his eyes started to droop from drowsiness. It seems last night he was up late trying to solve a few mysteries on his own and didn't have much sleep afterwards. Finding a good spot to stop at and placing a bookmark on it, he placed his head on the desk and began to sleep.
...Until it was immediately interrupted by a girl who walked in.
"...Umm...Excuse me." She said to him, walking over to him to try and wake him up.
He looked at the girl immediately afterwards, going into a professional posture to fit with the nearly emotionless look on his face.
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Yes, what can I help you with...?" He asked her, his politeness contrasting with the stern look on his face.
"...Umm...I'm sorry if I bothered you, but...I hear you're some kind of junior detective right?"
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Scathing..." Akira thought as she asked that.
"Well...My textbook for my first class on Monday seemed to have disappeared, and I was wondering if you could help me find it. ...It's a Literature textbook, green cover, really thick..."
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Hmmm...Very well, It'll return to you by Monday." Akira said as he immediately stood up and walked out the door, before the girl could even have a chance to thank him for it.
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Downtown TrespianoMusical Accompaniment 2Meanwhile, far off into the center of the city, the unsuspecting civilians were walking by, unaware of the loud monstrous voice that echoed high upon the rooftops of this town. It was at a high enough distance that none within town would be able to actively hear it, but the voice was so loud, so rough and disturbed, that if those below did hear it, they would shutter in terror as the owner of this demonic voice made his declaration:
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I'M BOOOOOOOORED! IT'S SO FUCKING BORING HERE, GODDAMMIT! YOU KNOW WHAT, FUCK ORDERS, FUCK CHAINS OF COMMAND, AND FUCK THAT POMPOUS SIR BULLSHITALOT FOR SENDING US HERE ON FUCKING STANDBY! JUST LET ME KILL SOMETHING FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"
The one yelling this was a man in a black tank top shirt, red jeans and matching sneaker shoes, his arms penetrated by multiple pipes as his hand were covered in black gauntlets with long sharp blades at the tip of each finger like claws. Such a daunting image was unbecoming the brown haired man as he threw himself around the rooftop as he yelled like a child throwing a temper tantrum.
Standing with him were two others, one was a red-haired and red-eyed woman with no signs of cybernetics outside of her body, wearing a rather thin-looking dress and high-heel shoes, grabbing at the top of her nose and sighing in embarrassment of the Demon's behavior.
The other, a long green-haired man with cybernetic black armor completely covering his arms simply looked at the people below with a pleasant smile through the scope he detached from his rifle, Nemesis, which he had strapped on his back. He was completely ignoring his partner's flustered ranting, being with him for so long that he learned how to tune him out when he does this. He seemed to be wearing his armor, but leaving the long coat holding his many guns and ammunition to his side, so as to not overheat.
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Honestly, you have the temper and patience of a five year old. We've only been here for two days." The woman, Temptress Pawn Anna Jackson, said.
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Exactly! Two whole days, 48 hours of fuck all! Give me a few coffees, and I could have burn this city and all its residents to ashes in that long. I thought we came here in preparation for a job, I swear if Knight had us waiting for 2 days and we get no job, I'm gonna start burning people anyways." The Demon Pawn, Benito Diauomo, said in response. The green-haired man, Abraham Vakivatamari the Sniper Pawn, immediately stood up as he looked towards the distance.
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...U-umm...Guys...Bishop's Dove is heading straight for us." He said to them nervously, not wanting to get involved in the bickering of his two partners, but what he did say caught their attention.
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Finally!" Demon said, as they spot the white dove seemingly covered in indigo flames flying towards them. With a gentle smile, Snipe extended out his arm so that the Dove can perch itself on it, which it proceeded to do. On the dove, wrapped around its body via a small string, tied around the torso, was a small roll of paper, which Tempt immediately grabbed and unrolled. There was only one word, eloquently written on the paper.
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Report."
The word then faded away from the paper almost immediately, as if washed off. It appears this paper was written in invisible ink. The Dove immediately started gagging, as a pen popped out of his mouth. In an instant and without hesitation, Tempt grabbed the Pen and started writing on it, Demon and Snipe looking over her shoulder as he did.
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Your Holiness, we are currently standing by in bay city of Trespiano, and awaiting instructions." Tempt written. The words became faded and vanished just like before, and as if through magic, another set of words faded onto the page in their place, word by word, as if they were being written by an invisible hand as she held it.
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Affirmative. We have managed to reach our client and have gained new information on the current target. As we have suspected, the Target currently resides in Trespiano, but until now, we had no other information on him. Now that we have gained new information, effective immediately, the three pawns are to be placed in active duty, and are responsible for the target's neutralization." The Letter then said.
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Yes!" Demon said out loud. The letter continued...
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Your assignment is one Luca Palladino, a fifteen year old freshman at La Forzetta School. Other than considerable talent in Football, the boy has little potential of threat currently speaking. There are rumors however, that the Vongola Decimo has his eyes set on the boy, though no confirmation as of yet to prove this." The Letter said, below the words faded in a very detailed portrait of Luca, seemingly drawn by the Bishop who is seemingly writing this letter.
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YES!" Demon then said out loud, not only was he going to finally get a chance to kill someone, but it was a high school freshman. He hasn't killed a child in a long time, but he remembered that their reactions before they died were... especially exquisite. Snipe, evidently noticing the murderous glimmer of excitement in Demon's eye, looked at the pen and then the letter, hinting at Tempt for the pen. Tempt was quick to notice and gave the pen to him, and with a silent thank you from Snipe, he began to write on the now-blank-again letter.
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If I may, Your Holiness, I'd like to confirm if we 'have' to kill this target." Snipe wrote on it. After a few seconds, a single word came into view.
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Negative."
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YEEE-Wait, What?" Demon asked, once again was going to go into a joyous outburst before interrupting himself halfway through, looking puzzled at what the letter just said. Snipe, meanwhile simply gave a gentle smile and a sigh of relief. A mission that doesn't have to end in bloodshed to be successful is nothing short of cathartic for him. As if uncaring for Demon's confusion, the letter continued.
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The Client has specifically requested no casualties unless necessary. Should the eyes of Vongola be on this boy as the rumors say, the risk of suspicion caused by his death would place a great risk on our client. The safety, confidentiality, and requests of our client takes precedence over all else."
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WHAT!?"
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Therefore, you may harm him if necessary, but you are not, under any circumstances, allowed to kill Mr. Palladino."
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...FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-" The demon was then silenced as Tempt slammed her fist down on top of the Demon's head with inhuman strength, knocking him out.
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...That should give us a little peace and quiet for a while. Snipe, ask Bishop for more details. If killing is out of the question, then we need to consider our options." Tempt said to Snipe. He nodded and began to write again.
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Your Holiness, could you give us more information as to what you mean by neutralization, if elimination is not an option?"
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You are to first confirm whether or not the rumors about the potential candidacy of Mr. Palladino are true. You are to be absolutely certain on this decision, regardless of how long it may take. Should the rumors be confirmed as false, you are to report to us immediately. However, if the rumors are true, you are to ensure by any means other than death his discouragement and refusal to take part in Mafia activity or training for the candidacy. How you propose to do this is irrelevant: The objective is to ensure Mr. Palladino does not become a candidate for the title of Vongola Undicesimo, the method of how we are leaving to your discretion. Battle him and the potential guardians if you must, but do not kill."
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We understand."
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We expect to hear a report of success from you soon. Our reputation rides even on simple missions such as this...do not fail us." The dove immediately grabbed the pen with his beak and swallowed it again, the paper's writings fading again to become a blank piece of paper once more. Mist flames sparked and consumed the piece of paper before it too faded into nothingness. After that, the dove hopped off of Snipe's arm and flew away, leaving the three pawns on the rooftop.
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Well...I guess that means we have our mission like we wanted. ...So, umm, what do we do now?" Snipe asked.
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Easy: We find this Luca kid, and keep an eye on him for a few days to see if anyone shows up from Vongola on his doorstep. We find nothing happening, we report back to Bishop and His Majesty. If someone from Vongola DOES show up, we persuade Luca to not join them. Easy as cream pie. For now, finding this kid's our top priority. The Kid's a high schooler so...we should start with that." Temp said as she looked in the direction of La Forzetta high school.
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Umm...Ok, That's good and all but...What about Demon?" Snipe asked, about to grab hold of the unconscious berserker.
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...Ehh, leave him. It'd get real annoying real fast if he wakes up and starts something during our Recon of the target. At least starting something here will get him arrested at a far enough distance that the kid won't notice...Which reminds me, If anyone asks: he's not one of ours, and we have nothing to do with him. Now, let's get going." Temp said to Snipe, who nodded in response as they began jumping from rooftop to rooftop, Snipe looking back at the unconscious demon they're leaving behind before continuing their run towards the high school.
