madimpossibledreamer

(Giovanna which pretty much everyone has decided is John’s “female” name and makes the Giorno parallels even more interesting puts on a subtle artifact-based glamour to have days off as “Maria”; got caught snooping at Lara’s though)

It strikes me that, in many respects, BBC mycroft and Marcone are the same.  Sherlock even has the ominous line about how Mycroft IS the British government, yet they're portrayed entirely differently.  With Marcone, it's a threat.  Clearly Evil.  With Mycroft, it's usually played for laughs, occasionally the 'he's annoying but I guess he is GOOD'.  Why? Because he's affiliated with the government?  That doesn't make 'whoops accidental stalking/orwellian state' GOOD.  (I am also fairly certain most of their business activities are at least similar including non-justice system executions, and I could also totally see Assistant lady as a Valkyrie.)

if he were a yakuza character, marcone would 900% be tatsuya

i'm curious about what marcone's Stand would be. terrified. but curious.

( in need of a little cleansing fire )

        “Will you listen if I beg?  Because I’m not too proud to do it for kids.”
        Marcone does look vaguely amused, but just waits, like he’s having too much fun watching me break down, and I turn away, a snarl on my lips.  I should have realized appealing to his good nature wouldn’t work, because he doesn’t have one, and even my humiliation and protecting kids when they’re outside his jurisdiction don’t seem to be enough motivation.
        “If you have finished with your tantrum…”  He starts strapping on even more knives and guns than his usual, which is a little disturbing.
        “What…?”  I’m having trouble processing.  I’d already started trying to work out a solo strategy that didn’t involve me getting killed in unpleasant ways.
        The mob boss, on the other hand, is the very picture of calm, cool, and collected.  “You came to me as a last resort, which means if I turned you down, you’d go alone.  I have come to the conclusion that you’re better alive than dead.  If I help you, I’d only ask you consider that perhaps the reverse might also be true.  And, of course, I have no intention of dying for you, which means Miss Gard, at the very least, will be accompanying us.”  His smile, while revealing no bloodstained fangs dripping with pain, is a tiger’s, amused and dangerous.  “I’m not entirely certain whether it’s within her contract, but the promise of bloodshed might be just enough of a bribe to win her favor.”
        Hell’s bells, what had I gotten myself into…?

( a little help )

          “You’re working out a plan to kill him.”  Nathan’s voice is flat.  Disapproving, to those few who know him well, of which I am one.
          “If he wouldn’t be emotional about it, he’d thank me for it.”  That piece of truth unfortunately does not seem to help, so I continue smoothly.  “If I am to trust his own self-assessment, there is a chance he could become…shall we say, worse than anything he has ever fought.  I am not the sort who can just turn a blind eye to such things.”
          He turns that over in his head and then raises an eyebrow.  “Behaving like Batman?”
          I allow the smirk I would keep inside were we not alone.  “It seems prudent.”  Turning away from matters of the heart… “There is, of course, also the obvious.  Given his nickname for me, Mr. Dresden does not approve of my business.  I will not allow myself to be killed.  Even if it requires killing someone I—”  I swallow the next word, but it seems Hendricks knows what I was about to say anyway.
          “Damn.”  He hadn’t quite realized how potent it was, despite my original declaration of love.  Which makes me, in turn, realize that, blinded by all the other safeguards and precautions and plans I had to set in motion after the incident, I had entirely missed another factor, one Mr. Dresden had no part in.  I would either have to find some way to prevent a soulgaze, or would have to avoid meeting the eyes of every other wizard.  I could always do what I’m doing now, only with more subjects, but eventually even my iron will would crack, and such attachments would be inconvenient at best.  I’d have to speak to Ms. Gard about it.