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BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT Suddenly, the air split open with a harsh, static shriek. Following the brilliant display of Gentaro's ability, the space around Revan briefly turned pitch-black. Reality twisted against its rigid bindings, as a swirling coalescence of energy severed the natural flow of...

Love. Fate. Truth. Like the words that call upon the time of heaven, evoked by a certain holy man at the end of the world, these were the words that panged in Giorno Giovanna's mind at the edge of all oblivion. A golden-haired Joestar stood beside Touma Kamijou, gripping his arm and watching...

Like church bells tolling over an old colosseum. Like old gods looking upon down their challengers. The final round had finally come to pass. The end of the golden road was in sight. The purpose of the path drew near. The wealth of emotion had pooled within that heart was worth a novel alone...

"He'll be fine," a calm voice spoke down to Nathan. A quiet, grim-faced Giorno Giovanna moved past Nathan and Bridgette, his eyes squared solely upon the shivering queen that glared back at him from atop her throne. Indeed, between the avenues of Time and Eternity, Giorno chose to walk the path...

"Mm," Giorno quietly hummed in agreement with Elliot, rubbing his temple with one hand when Toko and Junko began running their mouths again. There was something eerily mysterious about Kyoko as she spoke, eliciting a furrow of Giorno's brow when she questioned Makoto's reason for wanting to meet...

Despite her fidgeting and wavering, the gangster maintained his measured stare at the girl, who had then introduced herself as Toko Fukawa. With how skittish she was, Giorno was tempted to turn the question over to someone else - though, luckily for him, the very person he was looking for...

Giorno had nothing to say when Elliot and Touma commented on their tour guide's incessant shouting, at least nothing that they could hear (his lips parted in a suggestion of an Italian cuss word). Still, the Joestar turned his attention to the library's only inhabitant when she made herself...

The ensuing waltz into the heart of the so-called academy was a leisure, though Giorno couldn't help but glare at Junko as they made their way inside, his gaze sharp and suspect. As he'd always believed, one can only tell the nature of a person through their actions. Even as this girl did no...

Giorno smiled, a soft chuckle escaping him. Having actually met the Captain, he didn't remember her as much of a public speaker. "Captain America doesn't give that many speeches. At least, the Captain that I met never did." Patting Billy on the shoulder, Giorno turned his focus back to the...

As things always did, the world returned to darkness. A cold weight caressed his body. Like falling upon a mattress carved from ice. There, in that lightless place stowed in the space between worlds, words began to stir from the dark. Mumbling faces that sank back into the black just as quickly...

Casting a focused glance behind himself, Giorno wasted no time in pressing on with the rest of the gang into the encroaching blackness of the winding dirt road, despite the scenery actively morphing around them. Billy said that this place could shift and turn at any moment -- the distinction of...

"You're talking about the black-and-white one, aren't you? This doesn't seem to be the same one, see," Giorno responded to Touma after catching up with the rest of the group, gesturing at Usami's prominent ears. "It's a rabbit. Not a bear." He knew exactly who - or what - Touma was referring...

Once again, the never-ending pace of the mission threatened to throw Giorno Giovanna off his feet. Amid the shadows of the gang stirring from their slumber, Giorno was the first to rise to his feet, his face distorted into a grim countenance once he turned and realized that more of the group's...

The situation seemed to be over already before Giorno could do anything, as he stepped back out of the full bathroom just as Bridgette and the others barreled in to solve the issue. Usually one would feel bad for not helping, but an extra pair of hands would have done nothing but get in the way...

"...!" If it wasn't Billy collapsing right before his eyes that got Giorno moving, then it was the sound of yelling upstairs. The don's eyes darted up to the ceiling for a moment. He sighed. "Get Billy back up on his feet. I'll be right back." Without sparing another word to anyone, Giorno...

Giorno glanced at Biscuit with a deadpan look. "Look, it's important to make sure everyone is on the same page. Some people need to hear the plan a couple of times to get in their heads." "Because the last time we weren't on the same page, we kidnapped a person off the street in broad...

Giorno Giovanna hadn't been as keen as his allies in the rapid transition from the deprecated hovel that was Raccoon City to this strange, idyllic town. Try as he might focus on the mission at hand, it felt as if he was drawn back to the state of mind he once possessed during the Time Crisis...

"MUDA!" "MUDA! "MU~DA!" Several of the walking corpses were suddenly blown away in tune with the loud, booming voice of Giorno Giovanna's stand. The transition from the cloudy, idyllic "paradise" of Columbia to these run-down, dilapidated streets would have been jarring if it wasn't such a...

For once, Giorno didn't have to say anything. He stood at the back of the group, staring pensively at Elliot as he went on. On and on. Choking the life out of someone who, as far as he understood, was a friend of his in the past - a past that Elliot couldn't remember. Each passing second came...

"...!" Before Giorno had even registered what Biscuit was saying, the "siren-heads" were already screaming their horrible alarms. Throwing himself back away from the entities while the rest of the party disabled them in their own unique ways, Giorno let out a breath, looking back to Clark as he...