Prompt 1:
 t's probably been at least a little while since you managed to climb out of the well, so hopefully you've dried off by now and are enjoying poking around the Town. But who cares about all of that? More importantly, the Town has a new feature this time, for reasons entirely unknown to everyone.
The flowers...seem to be talking. They have no faces, but they will definitely turn to talk to you, and if they have had their color restored, they will very brightly and contentedly compliment you, or your clothing, or wish you well.
If they haven't? Prepare yourself for all sorts of horrible, horrible insults, because that's all that's coming your way.
Prompt 2:
 ow are you settling in? Is the Town treating you well? It's not as bad as it used to be; some of the houses have color, some of the food has color and taste as well. It's been polished up a bit since everyone first got here.
Granted, when you wake up that morning to find yourself in full fancy wear of many different types (all colorless, and gender has nothing to do with which you might end up in), you'll find that the Town might not be as well put together as it seems.
You can't get out of the formal wear. It just won't come off, no matter what you do. Which wouldn't be so bad, but... it seems like these clothes will snag on just about everything in the Town, which is far from smooth. Try not to trip over those loose cobblestones, or your dress snagging on a nail sticking out from a door frame. This is really not the place for this sort of clothing.
Prompt 3:
e loves me, he loves me not... that's a pretty familiar game, right? For some reason, the urge to pick one of those flowers and casually pluck the petals from it while playing that game is going to grow stronger and stronger the more flowers you see. Eventually? You're just going to have to cave to it.
(Certainly it doesn't help that the flowers scream a bit when you pull their petals; they still can talk right now, after all!)
She loves you, she loves you not...and by the time you've picked the last petal, you've forgotten who you were even thinking of originally -- instead, the very next person you see is going to be the victim of a very impassioned declaration of love. Don't worry, you'll come back to yourself...after you declare your undying love for everyone to hear.
Prompt 4:
 ut no matter how many people tell you not to go into the forest, however, it's still rather enticing, isn't it? It's sitting right there, waiting for you to explore it, waiting for you to just step a little bit out of the Town...
And soon, you're surrounded by the dark boughs of the trees, the twisty, turny paths of the woods, where it feels like you're wandering in circles for hours upon hours --
And then, after ages of tree branches yanking at your hair and roots tripping you up, you find a clearing.
And in that clearing? There's a field of flowers. They're colorless -- strangely eerie because of it, but still distinctly recognizable to the flower familiar as Asphodel. And touching any single one of those flowers will suddenly give you vivid memories of one of your precious friends -- so long as they're dead. Anyone around you is going to experience that flash of memory too, so be careful!
Extra:
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They're not quite that bothersome, you know.
[but his words, as chiding as they might appear on paper, were nothing more than mild and conversational in reality. he doesn't seem particularly bothered by the carnage, or at least not enough to bring it up in any meaningful way.]
I was seeing if I could help with their colors, but apparently that's beyond me. It does put them to sleep, however, and I thought perhaps everyone could use a bit of a break.
[to illustrate he reaches out for one of the withered flowers, a spark of ripple slithering down its stem. in an instant it's restored to full life once more, petals fluttering as it snores gently to itself.
ah. no wonder he's not too upset about things.]
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interesting, though. ]
The colours are usually a team effort, and takes time. I doubt you'll be able to do that in a day.
What do you call your power? [ a pause. ] I like it.
[ it's very similar to his own, but giorno's not going to say that at all. he's got no business knowing that anyhow. ]
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Ah, so it is something that can be changed. I was wondering about that.
[and not particularly surprised to hear that his original endeavors were doomed to failure from the beginning. it seemed a bit too simple to succeed.]
This is the ripple. I'm hardly the best person to show it off, but...[he laughs softly] I don't suppose there's much of a choice.
[he holds his hand out to Giorno, not close enough to touch but enough that he can have a better look as what almost looks like yellow flames erupt in his palm.]
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Time and work. Work depends on different things. The longer you stay here, the more you'll get a sense of how the town works and how colours are restored.
That being said, it's not entirely something one would hope for - especially if you have someone or somewhere to come back to. But for most of us, it's a reality you'd have to settle for.
[ giorno observes his hand carefully. he lets him see his hand, as well - and the gold that comes out of it as he calls gold experience close to the surface of his skin, not quite enough to reveal. just enough to show jonathan the same thing. ] Curiouser and curiouser. And the ability to give life -
[ giorno takes a pin from his clothes, and the ladybug transforms into a flower. just like the ones on the ground. ] Parallels across worlds.
My name is Giorno. [ let's start with that. ]
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Hoping doesn't do much good on its own without some sort of help, no matter where you are. I'm certain that I'll find plenty to keep myself busy with.
[he was that sort of easily pleased person, anyway. and just as determined to eventually return to where he was needed once things were resolved here - it didn't matter what the universe had planned for him in that particular instance. he'd find his way home again if he had to tear time and space itself asunder.
but those weren't thoughts that were particularly weighing on his mind at the moment. he's too interested in watching with open fascination as Giorno transforms a mundane object into a living thing. he laughs aloud, almost like a pleased child, and closes his palm to extinguish the ripple still burning brightly in his hand.]
Amazing! You're far beyond anything that I could hope to do.
[with a broad grin he extends a hand for a shake.]
It's wonderful to meet you. I'm Jonathan, although you can call me Jojo if it's easier.
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but that name makes him pause. ]
Jojo? [ a frown. it's an awkward nickname; it's not common at all with that name. jonathan also, for better or worse, shares something personal with him. the coincidences are piling up; giorno's not comfortable with it, but it's not entirely bad. like looking at a mirror askance.
giorno rubs the side of his neck, over a familiar birthmark. it's this town, he thinks. the way it slithers and grows around you, with you. throwing people into your way like cards, like pieces. in naples it was life-or-death. here there is always the possibility of moving beyond that, and he takes it seriously all the same. is it better? worse? it's hard for him to tell right now. ] That's an odd nickname.
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the boy seems more interested in his nickname anyway, something else he's come to expect from people outside his family. Giorno was right, it was really an uncommon moniker, especially for someone of noble birth.]
I suppose you're right, although I've had it all my life so it's never felt strange to me. My last name is Joestar, you see, so it sort of naturally came about that way.
[put too many of the same syllable in a name and eventually that's all anyone's going to call you, apparently.]
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[ but even with that explanation it makes no sense. then again, it's a nickname. he assumes that there are plenty enough people out there with similar circumstances. giorno's name is more or less like that, too, and it's not even his real name. just something he's made for himself.
that being said, nicknames are kind of touchy, aren't they? since giorno feels like he hasn't really done anything to be so familiar with him, he'll stick to his first name for now. ]
What did you use your powers for? [ a pause as he stares at him intently. he can't be that old. he does have a more mature look on him, but then again, he can say that of just about anyone in their gang until they start talking. ] Were you born with them?
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[at times it felt more like his real name than the one he'd been born with, honestly. strange as it was, he was impossibly attached to the epithet; it just felt right. it wasn't as if he'd done anything to merit being addressed any more respectfully anyway. that sort of thing was earned, not demanded upon a first meeting, even as he gave that very same courtesy away freely to those who didn't deserve it from him.
even so, he returns Giorno's hot gaze with a steady one of his own. stranger thought he may be, he has nothing to hide from the other boy. not about the ripple, and not about himself.]
No, I'd be far more talented with them by now if I had been.
[he smiles and spreads out his fingers, bringing another row of flowers back to life as he continues to speak.]
They were awakened in me by a very dear friend, perhaps a month or so ago by now. There were things that I needed to protect that I couldn't have otherwise.
[mistakes he'd made that he needed to be held accountable for.]
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[ 'jojo' it is. it doesn't quite sit well on his tongue, though, because he feels like he's addressing himself. so he adds, ] Sorry if I seemed rude.
[ he watches the row of flowers come to life. he thinks of how he mentions that they were awakened in him out of danger. it's not an uncommon way to have your powers brought forward - giorno is the same.
or rather, haruno was, once upon a time. ]
... 'far more talented' ... but you didn't fail? Or was it a work in progress? [ it seemed like he'd left something untended, back home. ]