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Could it be a question of questions? A wanting to know? But yet again, we find our selves with games of nonsense and dreams, no answers to be found.
What could it be, that draws us so?
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Fifty-First Character: Ten Years Later(?) Tsunayoshi -Shimon Says
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The world around him was frozen, no one moving a muscle, not a sound to be heard from what were essentially statues of rainbow colors all around, shifting from one color to the next lazily, an aurora of colors swallowing the world around them whole, no end in sight.
Twenty-four year old Sawada Tsunayoshi was admittedly very amused, the cast before him rather 'colorful' and unique if he said so himself. He felt just the slightest bit nostalgic seeing his twin and first time Guardians, with even the familiar faces from Milliefiore and Shimon as well. And oh, look at that, there are even some Arcobaleno in the mixed, aged up and ready to take on the world it looked like.
'Wonder if this version is from an earlier life; what with how nice they are.' Tsunayoshi considered, looking at a twelve year old Reborn, stuck in a pose of readying his gun, hat hiding his eyes from view, even as the rest of his body was just screaming of stress and concern. Taking his eyes off the hitman, the brunet Sky really did have to sigh, taking in all these familiar faces once more.
After all, last time he saw some of them, they were screaming his name, dying bloody, slow deaths by his own hands after all.
(The Milliefiore white practically drenched in blood, gore adding an interesting texture along with burns so deep, some might as well be ashes to dust their graves instead.)
(The Shimon, back in the earth they belonged to, their screams melodies as they were buried, their cries long heard through the many nights, till they lost the last of their air supply.)
(The Vongola, so betrayed so many times, you wouldn't think another one would hurt so much; and yet, even at the end, so many disbelieving eyes ended up gouged out, burns wiping out so many faces, to a point not even dental records could be used to identify them.)
Ah, memories.
Shaking his head ruefully, a rather pleased smirk slowly etching his way on his face, Tsunayoshi looked to the dark orange words floating in the air, eyeing his options carefully.
Time Limit Quest: In five minutes, do one of the following;
- Be Nice (50% boost to any compassion stats | Requirement: Compassion > 350)
- Blow Their Minds (60% buff to any manipulative/deception stats | Requirement: All Mind stats > 500)
- Slaughter Them (Max to any killing stats | Requirement: Attack Maxed)
Raising an eyebrow at that last one, the older version of the brunet took in the cast all around him, wondering as he did. Why would he need his Attack stat maxed out to take them all on? Narrowing his eyes, he couldn't but frown even more as he took everything and everyone around him, not very impressed as he did. Really, the highest here was only a level 499, and Tsuna has long since past such digits; he could easily clear out such a crowd in a flash-
Hyper Intuition has Activated.
Survival Instincts has Activated.
Sense Danger has Activated.
Foresee Disaster Has Activated.
Skill has been Blocked.
Skill has been Blocked.
Skill has been Blocked.
Skill has been Nullified.
When he finally came to, it was with a gasp and a rather annoying headache.
Well, that certainly answered a question he wondered about; an earlier life wouldn't be able to lay such a nasty trap, one even he would fall for and in this space none the less.
(He can't wait to learn how to do so; it promises to be so much fun.)
Using some of his Sun Flames to heal his head, Tsunayoshi goes back to eyeing his choices once more.
Obviously, the third option is out; judging by the trap that managed to get him, the other version wouldn't be stupid to let his group go undefended. Who knows how many things they have unlocked, not to mention the Mist Doubles that are no doubt probably skulking around.
He doesn't want to die after all, not after all the work and time he's put in for his little pet.
(Dark eyes so desperate, so wanting, so needy of him, willing to do just about anything; for a word, a glance, a single touch if he ever even so much as hinted about it.
Yes, he wouldn't want to miss that after all, not after Tsunayoshi finally got them where he wanted them...)
Rolling his eyes, he finally decided the second option, just as the sun flames went through his system, making him bite back a yawn even as he absentmindedly straighten his robe.
It shouldn't be to hard, seeing how every single one in his audience gasped and/or blushed once they saw him come from the pink smoke.
"Ah" he started, amused as he noticed a few starting to sputter, his voice ensuring everyone was blushing, "Now this is rather interesting."
And it was; judging by the feel of everyone around him, an even spread of all flames is marked everywhere, just waiting for even the slightest bit of killing intent directed from him to attack, burying him to smother his flames and body.
How clever; he'll have to remember this.
Objective: Mind Blown has been cleared! Pick another Objective?
Really? He's only just standing here, and already he's blown their minds?
taking in the group around him, he shrugs; well, not like being nice has ever killed him before.
Yet at least.
("You want answers about Vongola and Shimon Familes? Why not ask the the Firsts yourselves; they're a lot closer then you think.")