A new wind blows [OTA]

[giornata_gloriosa]

Who: Giorno and you
What: New student arrival, in person or over the net
When: Starting December 30th
Where: Daybreak Academy
Warnings: None at present

UN: GioGio

Greetings to everyone, I am a new student here and wanted to introduce myself. I am Giorno Giovanna.
I have recently joined this school, coming from my home of Napoli, Italia. If we meet in person please pardon me if I fall into a familiar tongue for some words, with French and Italian being so close it happens to me a bit. I will strive to be at least understandable.
I am pleased to meet everyone and look forward to studying here and getting to know the people I am now living with.
Thank you.

~Giorno

[Around Campus]

Giorno can be found about campus, leisurely strolling or sitting and people watching. Be it in the quad or the shared dormitory space in Aube, floor 4, or even at the library, he keeps his eyes on people, what they are doing and who they are talking to, with a curiosity.

Wherever he is he does his best to exude a sense of belonging, his posture intentionally graceful and artfully relaxed. At five foot eight inches he's not towering, but tall enough to look at least a little older than he is, especially since he is athletically trim, rather than lanky. His blond hair is always neat and cared for, three distinct rings of hair are secured to his hairline in a style reminiscent of victory curls, while the remainder is kept back in a clean short braid, with the very end curled up in a loop to keep the ends from tangling. He has turquoise eyes that seem to study the world around him as he watches, and generous lips that seem quick to smile, even seeming to naturally sit in a happy expression.

His outfit, often in a shade of pink or deep blue, is quite distinctive. The top has a heart shaped cut out which reveals a good portion of his chest, and is decorated with three fist sized pins that are modeled after ladybugs, to attached at the sides of the heart, while the third is set on the center line at his waist. His pants are always matching and cleanly tailored, while his shoes are well kept, with small, matching ladybug decor. All told he has the appearance of a young man who is well put together.

As he people watches he can be seen playing with small objects, like pens or even one of his own pins, and with a shimmer of gold around his hand, they change shape into animals, varying from small snakes and geckos to even kittens, depending on the size of the item he's playing with. The actions seem almost subconscious yet he is always careful about any animal he is holding.

[Wildcard]
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Comments

[strings_theory]

Something has brought her out to wandering, probably the fact that she's... had time to relax since the brainwashing incident and Christmas with her mother back in Florida. This school is a familiar thing that is as natural as anything else at this point and she's wearing at least something a little warmer than her normal attire. But there's still the barest bit of cropping at the bottom of her sweater, showing that bellybutton piercing and allowing the ever present birthmark to be seen, at least the top part of it, anyway. Other than that, she seems pretty normal.

What does stop her is that she's pretty sure she's never seen this kid before and is narrowing her eyes from a little further down a hallway to watch him. Whatever the hell he's doing is... curious and she's pretty sure she saw this asshole on the same floor she was on.

"You just moved into Aube fourth floor, didn't you?" Good welcome, Jolyne, except not when you sound accusatory already.

[giornata_gloriosa]

Giorno looks towards her as she speaks, the pen he had been playing with currently a young garden snake wrapped around his fingers, looking for all the world like some kind of odd, moving set of knuckles. He takes in her appearance quickly, most of it just a casual glance, though upon seeing just the very edge of her birthmark, really just one defined tip and another barely there, he presses his lips together a little more firmly, their shape losing a bit of the smile, before he relaxes again.

She seems a bit aggressive for his tastes, the teen trying to read her, to see if she was just always brisque or if she actually had something against him. He couldn't not answer though, so he decides for some believable flattery, something that could pass for genuine. "Si bella I did. You live on that floor as well?" He asks, figuring such an assumption from her words wouldn't be rude. He offers her a slight bit more of a smile, letting it press his cheeks up in a way that would make it look as if it reached his eyes.

[strings_theory]

Too bad all it takes is one moment of shifting for her to catch that and raise a brow in question. Her demeanor remains just as sharp and aggressive as it had previously, though now there's some semblance of curiosity there that she's not about to let be read. It's easier if she pries him for information before figuring out how to proceed from there.

"Yeah, last room at the end of the floor before you get to that damn single room." The one for the RA, not that she knows who this newest one is, or cares particularly about his existence. As long as he leaves her alone, that's none of her concern at this point.

Slowly she's shifting her stance to put a majority of her weight to one foot, letting that top slide just a bit more to show a good chunk more of the mark. She doesn't know, or care, at this point. But she can recognize bits of Italian at this point and it's far easier to see how badly she can throw him off his game. "And you can cut it out with the flattery, it won't get you anywhere." It's rough around the edges and with a noticeable American accent, but that... sure is some version of Italian.

[giornata_gloriosa]

He tries not to show any stress, as he watches her, doing his best to seem only casually interested in their conversation and nothing more. She hasn't left yet, nor hit him, so he can work with the idea that she is not completely disinterested, nor that upset with him.

"Ah, then that means I am just across the hall from you." he says with a nod, they clearly hadn't ever entered or exited their rooms at the same time yet, so they hadn't had a run in until now. He had not really noticed her on the fourth floor either, so she must have seen him while he had his back turned.

The shift of her stance brings the star further into view and he can't help the way his focus goes to it for a longer moment, and he has to work to seem as natural as possible when it hits him that it very much appears to be a star from what he can see. It's in the same spot as well, same as the picture in his wallet, and same as what he can see if he twists a bit in front of a mirror. It was odd enough to have inherited the same mark from his birth father, but for another to have the same mark? He might have thought it a tattoo if not for how exactly it matched what he knew. Her Italian, which was very interesting to hear, was enough to return his focus to her face, though now the snake was being flicked back into a pen with just the slightest hint of gold around his hand as he did so.

"You wound me to call my heartfelt words only flattery." He responds in Italian, pushing himself into the roll of charming to try and ignore the star mark. In his hand the pen changes to a full grown anole lizard. "I did not realize you knew Italian... please color me surprised." His smile now nearly at full brightness.

[strings_theory]

Across the hall from her, then he'd... probably realize why being near her room as an absolutely awful thing. Sorry, Giorno, except not remotely sorry. She really doesn't care about anyone else at the end of the day, after all.

His lingering stare isn't helping the situation, either, as she's shifting to push that out of sight. Or, well, try to do so. Even with the weather she doesn't entirely understand how to cover every little bit of her body up, problems with coming from a place where it's almost always warm year round.

"My mother's family is Italian, that's all you need to know." The words are snipped, not seeming particularly keen on giving more detail just yet. But what she will do, is push another subject entirely.

"You seen that mark before? Guessin' on someone else?" Oh, there it is.

[giornata_gloriosa]

He didn't wince, though he almost wanted to, as she covered the mark up, she'd noticed his focus on it, that was probably not a good thing, at least not for him. She also just shut down the subject of the shared language, which leave him nothing reasonable to focus on except her questions.

Backing out and running away now would not help him with this person, he could tell that much, she was too straight forward and would see it as him either hiding something or being evasive for other reasons.

How much to say though? He wasn't about to show her his own, that was for sure, but he knew lying about it completely would not work, it was clear she was focused on this subject. A partial truth then, as minimal as he could go, without risking sounding like a bigger lie than denial would. "I've only ever seen it on another in a photo." he stated, hoping he could thread the real truth between those words without revealing it. The best slight of hand was misdirection after all.

He casually turned the anole back into his pen, his focus not even on the action at this point, just using it to distract his hands while his mind is running far too fast in many directions, trying to anticipate where she would go with this.

UN: ornithology

[hawkwardness]

Hi. I'm Tobias. Normally I'm a hawk, just to let you know ahead of time. In case you have questions or pets you want to tell me about. Also, I guess if you get lost and you see me flying around, I can give you directions.

[Might as well offer, if he's got the time to be in the sky anyway!]

[giornata_gloriosa]

It is a pleasure to meet you Tobias.

You say normally, does this mean you may, at times, not be a hawk? I am sorry if that is a rude question to ask.

As for pets, I don't have any such per se, but my magic is able to create animals of various sizes. Do you generally hunt on school grounds? I ask because if you tried to catch one of my creations it could come close to killing you, and I would not like to be the cause of that if avoidable.

[The offer is appreciated!]

[hawkwardness]

It's not. Shapeshifting's my Candle trick, but I don't need it for everyday things or studying. It's more for missions.

I hunt around the school, yeah. What do your animals look like, so I can avoid them?

[giornata_gloriosa]

I see.

That is the thing, given enough material, I can make just about anything. But often times I'm making small creatures, mice or frogs. Unfortunately I also don't always have a chance to hold them... but perhaps I can carry around some kind of marker to do my best to keep on them, when I make them.

I truly do not want you to get hurt, but I cannot stop this part of them either, once I create them, they are alive and will reflect back any injury done to them on the source, to protect their own lives.

[hawkwardness]

What are you making them out of? I'm not going to try and eat something like, made of stone or wood, so that would be easy.

Around campus

[infestedcouncilpresident]

If you play with a kitten, you're going to catch some attention. Kohaku kind of appeared next to his desk to get a closer look. "What a precious little creature. Would he be yours?"

Her French was understandable, but had an oddly archaic accent to it. She looked kind of scruffy at the best of times, but next to Giorno's sense of style she seemed even more disheveled than normal.

[giornata_gloriosa]

He had not been considering the active attraction of kittens that most people suffered from. That said, when he heard her and looked over he offered a kind smile. "Yes... well, in a way. I created him." He explained, holding the kitten out to her. "You can play with him though, he's exactly like a real kitten as long as I don't change him back." He offered.

His French was heavily accented with his native Italian, making him sound like he was almost trying to blend the two languages. He was someone who took impeccable care with his appearance, but that didn't stop him from interacting with others, regardless of how they looked. He generally didn't judge other's on it either, he tended to think that people may have their own reasons for how much or little they worried about their appearance.

[infestedcouncilpresident]

Kohaku blinked at Giorno. "You created him?"

Her surprise didn't stop her from scrtiching the kitten behind the ears, though. If this guy could generate kittens from nothing, that was a weird power, but probably not the weirdest one in the school.

[giornata_gloriosa]

He nodded, setting the one down on his desk for her to continue giving affection to, and pulled one of the two remaining ladybug pins off his top, only the one along the center left now. There was a glitter of gold around his hand for a moment before the pin began to morph into the shape of another kitten, the same age as the first, and looking like it could be a litter-mate to the first. "I can create them. And they will stay for as long as I can allow them to... which I'm still learning. But then, without harm to them, they will return to the pins they were." He offered, setting the second kitten down as well.

[infestedcouncilpresident]

Kohaku dropped into Japanese for a moment to mutter "What the fuck" before switching back to French. "That is a most curious thing. Is it only kittens you conjure?"

As she asked this, she picked the new kitten up to look closer at it. It...definitely looked like a kitten, and not like a pin at all.

around campus

[alreadyhuman]

Giorno's ability to turn things into animals has successfully caught and held Vivi's attention. From the bag in his hands, he was probably running some kind of errand, but that's just forgotten now.

"Wow...."

If Vivi could sparkle, he would be doing so. He is absolutely, completely dazzled by the most amazing ability he has ever seen in his entire life.

He's also incredibly blatant in his staring so he's pretty easy to notice, honestly.

[giornata_gloriosa]

He doesn't miss the smaller... person? Nor the way they seem entranced by what he's doing. Well he is always willing to show off if there is someone to appreciate it. He slips two of the pins off of his top and hooks them together before holding them in his hand and, with a glimmer of gold around his hand for a moment, they change into the form of a puppy. It's a simple lab puppy, small and full of wiggly energy, but he knows the pins won't leave him, so it's fine.

"Would you like to come see her?" He offers, holding the pup out toward the other with a smile.

[alreadyhuman]

Vivi is already approaching, clearly starstruck by this whole business and reaching out his gloved hands very carefully for the puppy to sniff.

He knows how animals can be, though, and to avoid potentially startling the dog with how strange he is (which has happened before, sometimes) he stands very, very still so the puppy can give her approval first.

"Is it really okay...?"

[giornata_gloriosa]

"Yes. She isn't likely to panic, because she saw you from the start of her life... so she trusts you are safe." he explains.

The puppy barely has time to sniff at the offered hand before she is excitedly licking it, her tail wagging and happy little sounds coming from her.

"She likes you." He adds with a happy smile.

[alreadyhuman]

Vivi looks like he's about to cry from having his hand licked, but it's a good thing and not a bad thing. He steps closer to pet the puppy because oh wow this is so cute this is amazing this is the best day of his life.

"So they're really living things? They're not illusions...?" He's fascinated by the magic that would make that sort of thing work - in all the magic like this he's seen in his short life, they were mostly glamours, or they were specially animated objects. Not objects to living creatures.

Aube

[bolderfell]

Therion noticed Giorno initially, of course--it's good practice to keep track of departures and arrivals anywhere he happens to be--but it takes him a while to truly take notice of him. After all, Therion's people-watching has softened over these months of nontransient living to more of a comfortable habit than an immediate survival skill; it's something to keep doing in the background while he whittles away at something, seated in one of the common room windows. If Therion were still as sharp and anxious as he'd been in the summer, he'd have picked up on it sooner.

Giorno is doing exactly what he does by rote: observing. Making a mental dossier. Learning the lay of the land before risking a misstep.

That's what cautious people do. And it's a special kind of teenager--what is he, fifteen, sixteen?--that comes off as cautious.

The next time Giorno happens to glance over, he'll find himself watched in return. Once their eyes meet, Therion will tip his head a little, saying nothing.

Problem?

[giornata_gloriosa]

He'd caught sight of the other around before, but had only given him passing glance, not noting him, but not dismissing him either. So when their eyes meat he decides to do what normally works for him, make a good impression.

He smiles and tips his head in return, keeping the eye contact to show he had nothing to hide. It was something he'd learned how to do, in spite of everything that he would hide from everyone if he could.

No problem.

He allows himself to 'casually' fix a small bit of his hair that had started slipping, something to look even more normal and unassuming.

[bolderfell]

It's so like the act Therion himself put on upon first arriving, he almost wants to laugh. Ultimately inoffensive, quiet but friendly, no threat to anyone. Poor kid. He doesn't know yet how pointless the act is, here, how little people actually care what others are.

Therion answers the smile with a good-natured shrug of his own and returns to whittling for a while, just keeping track of Giorno in his periphery. Once he's deemed enough time has passed, he packs up his work, brushes his lapful of wood shavings from the towel he laid down to catch them into the trash can, and heads for the stairwell.

If the new kid felt anything was fishy about him, he'll follow. If he wants. Therion takes his time and ends up lingering on the third floor landing to see if curiosity wins out.

[giornata_gloriosa]

He can tell that he hasn't lost the other's notice, even after he goes back to whittling, not completely at least. He hadn't been much in the mood to lift anything at the moment, but that observation has him feeling on edge, though he feigns even more relaxation, as if that alone could decrease the interest in him... though normally it did.

When the other does get up and leave Giorno finds it impossible not to follow, wanting to see if he could figure out why he'd caught the other's attention. If nothing else it would give him one more thing to work on so that he could stand out even less. He gives just long enough that his getting up and following shouldn't be noticeable. With his phone in hand, as if he just realized the time, or just made plans, he stops at the top of the stairs for a short pause, before slowly making his way down them, listening for the sound of the other moving.

His focus is, at the moment, on listening for steps rushing down the stairs, evasion, not someone stopping to either lead him anywhere, or trying to catch him in his act. He was used to the people of Napoli and the tourists there, without any idea of how much they were scammed for constantly, not other people with canny perception and knowing gazes.