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A new wind blows [OTA]

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.

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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.

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.

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.

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.

He didn't know quite enough Japanese to understand everything she said, but he got the idea and couldn't help the small bit of pride that added to his smile. "Oh no, I can make... well to be honest I've never tested just how big a thing I could make, but I can make anything that I know fundamentally, if I have something with enough size to it." he explained.

The kitten mewed and reached a paw out to try and play with the hair it saw dangling, a perfect toy for a kitten to play with.

"That is quite the talent you have, sir."

Kohaku shook her head a bit, jiggling her hair around so it would be more enticing to the kitten. Then she realized she'd skipped a step. "My pardon for not introducing myself. I'm Kohaku, Kohaku Yuhara."

"Thank you." He says with a bright smile, nodding to her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you miss Kohaku. My name is Giorno Giovanna." He offered, nodding a bit. "Most people call my Giorno. Is Kohaku you're given name?" He asked, wanting to make sure that those with Japanese names he kept aware of if he was calling them by given or family name.

"That's right. Just Kohaku is fine."

She played with the kitten a bit more before properly paying attention to him again. "It's...still just a pin, isn't it? It'll turn back the moment you stop concentrating."

"I see, thank you for letting me know." He says with a smile. It would probably be wrong to assume the Japanese students all said their names the European way, but it kind of felt like it was the case.

"Hmm Oh, no, if I don't intentionally turn them back, they will stay that way for a while, a few hours normally for something their size." he explains with a slight shrug.

"Still..." Kohaku put the kitten down, reluctantly. "I probably shouldn't get attached."

He nods slightly at her statement, holding out one hand to touch the kitten, and it easily turns back into a pin. "Unfortunately. They aren't real... and eventually they go back to what they were before. At least with where I am at with the skill." he adds. "You are fond of cats then?" He asks, wondering if he was understanding her statement right.

"Of course, what kind of rapscallion doesn't like cats?" She said, with a smile as she thought of her parent's cat who was an enormous bastard that would claw anyone who tried to pet him.

Something occurred to her, though, which distracted her from cats. "Oh, of course. Sorry if my French sounds curiously archaic. I learned it from a ghost who has been dead for over three hundred years."

"Some people are superstitious." He shrugs lightly. "I've never met someone who is that superstitious, but they are out there, somewhere."

He tips his head to the side slightly at her description and nods just slightly. "I see... I'm sure mine is odd sounding as well... being Italian I'm sure I mess up from time to time." He responds, not sure what else he should say, but that was a curious fact about her that he had learned.

"Well wherever they are they're a pack of bastards, the lot of them."

Kohaku tossed the kitten turned pin back to Giorno. "You're fine. There used to be a teacher about with an even stronger Italian accent than you."

Giorno found it hard not to grin at her response to that, finding it a bit amusing. "Did the one who taught you French use such words?" He asks with a twinkle of mischief to his face.

He catches the pin easily, and after another glimmer of gold around his hand it morphs again, this time into a snake, large enough to cur around his arm like an ornate piece of jewelry. Almost absentmindedly he pets down it's sleek body, the snake appearing to be a young boa of some kind.

“The foul language is all me.” She admitted, while watching the snake trick with interest. For some reason she had assumed his power was limited to kittens. Snakes were kinda cool though. “You don’t object to some fucking swear words, do you?”

"Object? Hardly!" he says with a smile for her. "Where I've been before, you sound positively immaculate." He adds, giving a shrug, his tone honest, not trying to be rude or act superior. "I don't use them but, they are no less useful tools than any other words. I just found the idea of your ghostly teacher having taught you them a bit amusing was all." The snake flicks out it's tongue to scent the air before starting to work it's way up his arm without resistance.

Okay good. That's settled.

"He didn't really teach me. He just...I guess he possessed me? I didn't LEARN French I just knew it all of the sudden. I didn't even noticed until I'd called a waitress a wench."

"Oh... well that does seem like a different matter all together." he says, nodding a bit. "I did not realize that kind of thing could transfer with possession, but I suppose that does make some sense." A beat and then. "Does that happen often? Possession."

She shrugged. "It's my first possession. I'm just glad it doesn't really seem to be trying to make me do stuff."

"Oh, so, he's still there, with you?" He asks, curious about the idea, though it certainly wasn't anything he wanted to experience himself.

"I guess? I'd talk to an exorcist about getting rid of the freeloader, but learning a whole new tongue is pretty cool." There was some more modern sounding language slipping in.

"that does sound like an easier way to learn a language, that's true." he says with a bit of a nod before tilting his head to the side a little. "I wonder if the language would stay even if he left." He considers aloud.

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