Blue S Fuse

[16:34] <Minaplo> [The atmosphere within the board room was tense. No, tense didn't quite cut it- it was unstable. Shaken. Disturbed.-
[16:36] <Minaplo> [Giovanni Costa sat in the chair usually reserved for Roberto Costa, his father. This is because Roberto Costa, head of the Camorra di Parisi, was dead.-
[16:40] <Minaplo> [Giovanni, a young man with long blonde hair, was injured; he'd been bandaged across his neck and down both arms. The suit he wore was burned and ragged. He looked utterly devastated and shell-shocked. Madame Rosaria Alves looked dignified and calm, but her eyes darted from left to right.-
[16:40] <Minaplo> [The Brofessor seemed unusually twitchy. Whenever anyone made a noise he nearly jumped out of his chair.-
[16:41] <Minaplo> [There were others, too. Soldiers and capos from the Camorra, looking just as worn and grief-stricken as Giovanni did.-
[16:41] <Minaplo> [Tick. Tick. Tock. The clock was unsympathetic. Everyone waited.-
[16:42] <Minaplo> [The two heavy doors to the board room swung open. Mr Blue stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets, face hidden by his hat. Everyone flinched, except Mr. Blue. Tick. Tick. Tock.-
[16:42] <Minaplo> [Blue stepped into the room. He walked slowly over to where Don Parrino used to sit.-
[16:42] <Minaplo> ["Major Alphonse Wellesley is in our hands." Said Mr. Blue quietly, softly.-
[16:42] <Minaplo> ["Would anyone like to explain whyMajor Alphonse Wellesley is in our hands?"-
[16:43] <Minaplo> [Silence. No one dared to respond.-
[16:43] <Minaplo> ["Would anyone- anyone- like to tell me why a whole squad of our men attacked Alphonse Wellesley and Rei Ayanami in the street? C'mon. Anyone? No? This isn't a game show. I'm fucking serious."-
[16:44] <Minaplo> [Giovanni flinched. "Y-Y-You-"-
[16:44] <Minaplo> ["I WHAT?!" Shouted Mr. Blue, smashing his hand heavily against the desk, which nearly cracked. Giovanni jumped in his chair and started to sob.-
[16:47] <Minaplo> ["I GAVE YOU ALL THREE ENVELOPES. THREE. FUCKING. ENVELOPES. EACH ONE WAS MARKED WITH A NUMBER, ONE, TWO, AND THREE. AT FIVE PM I RANG AND TOLD YOU ALL 'ONE'. YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO OPEN THE NUMBER ONE FUCKING ENVELOPE."-
[16:48] <Minaplo> ["I-I did-!" Sobbed Giovanni. "I-It said to attack-"-
[16:48] <Minaplo> ["FUCK OFF." roared Mr. Blue. "ALVES, WHAT DID YOUR LETTER READ?!"-
[16:48] <Minaplo> ["S-Stay put." She said, stammering slightly.-
[16:49] <Minaplo> ["YOU! YOU! YOU!" Mr. Blue pointed at three Capos, who quickly said the same thing. "Stay put! Stay put!"-
[17:05] <Minaplo> ["SO WHY THE HELL DID YOU ATTACK?!" He shouted back at Giovanni.-
[17:05] <Minaplo> ["The-the-it-" Giovanni, an utter mess, put his hand into his jacket and pulled out an envelope with a trembling hand. It was a blue envelope, a big gold '1' on the front. It was opened.-
[17:05] <Minaplo> [Giovanni shakily pulled the letter out.-
[17:05] <Minaplo> ["… Well?" Prompted Mr. Blue.-
[17:06] <Minaplo> ["It… Says… 'Stay put'." Breathed Giovanni.-
[17:06] <Minaplo> ["OF COURSE IT FUCKING DID! YOU ATTACKED WELLESLEY AND AYANAMI FOR NO GODDAMNED REASON, BOY! YOUR FATHER HAD TO RUN TO YOUR AID! AND THAT EXPLODING CAR BLEACHED THE MEAT FROM HIS FUCKING BONES, DIDN'T IT?!"-
[17:06] <Minaplo> [Giovanni collapsed, head on his arms, sobbing.-
[17:09] <Minaplo> ["Get him out. Hit the mattresses." Said Mr. Blue, gesturing to a capo, who leapt forward and took Giovanni by his shoulders, leading him out.-
[17:09] <Minaplo> ["Another fucking boss gone. Oi. Vey." Grumbled Mr. Blue. "So what, I'm gonna have to handle the Camorra too, huh? Like these Mafia assholes? Fuck off."-
[17:09] <Minaplo> ["It- It might be best- for now-" Muttered one of the capos.-
[17:10] <Minaplo> ["Ugh." Mr. Blue sat down in a chair, head in his hands. "Fuck you. Fuck you all. Fine."-
[17:10] <Minaplo> [An uneasy silence settled on the room as Mr. Blue fell quiet.-
[17:10] <Minaplo> [Eventually it was Alves who spoke. "So what do we do with Wellesley?"-
[17:17] <Minaplo> ["We can't give him back." Muttered Mr. Blue. "And he's seriously injured, so I'll need to have a word with him. He can't stay at a Camorra place, Ayanami knocked out like twenty guys, one of them will blab. The Don's a risk, so no Mafia. He'll have to stay with you, Alves." Said Mr. Blue.-
[17:18] <Minaplo> [Alves nodded hesitantly.-
[17:19] <Minaplo> ["Alright. You chucklefucks handle yourselves. I'm off to go speak to Wellesley." And he did, he was out of that room in an instant.-
[17:23] <Minaplo> [Wellesley was laying in a 'cell', which… Looked a lot like a bedroom, mainly because that's what it was. He lay on the bed, his shirt stripped off, clumsy bandages wrapped over his chest. He was groaning in pain and exhaustion.-
[17:24] <Minaplo> [Mr. Blue shook his head, unwrapping the bandages. A bullet wound to the chest. Ugly. Lethal, too. He sighed, flexed his hand, and expertly reached into the hole and plucked out the bullet. Alphonse let out a ragged scream.-
[17:26] <Minaplo> ["Shhh, shhhhh." Murmured Mr. Blue, who held out his left hand. "I'mma make it all better, I promise." With his right he flicked out his knife held it against his left wrist, and slashed.-
[17:27] <Minaplo> [It was a deep cut- blood began to pour from the wound. Mr. Blue held it out over Alphonse's bullet wound, letting the blood pour in- it was an act that would make any doctor, medic or anyone who made it through eighth grade biology scream in horror…-
[17:28] <Minaplo> [And yet within a minute Alphonse's breathing started to slow, the wound in his chest slowly starting to knit itself shut. Mr. Blue flicked his wrist ruefully, flecks of blood spreading out over a few walls and the bed, before it too sealed up.-
[17:29] <Minaplo> [After that, it was a process of cleaning as Mr. Blue took Alphonse and washed him in a warm bath, cleaning away the blood and the grime and whatever else, before dressing him in a black bathrobe. He let Alphonse fall into a deep sleep before turning about and leaving. He'd be back later, with food, and questions. Many questions.]

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