Giuseppe Fortunino Francesco Verdi: Diamond City, Badlands (Gladius IV)
Not even a few moments after parts of the scenery were destroyed by Jesus; the tent scraps scrambled together, as if it were like bugs, gave a brief vibration before springing back up like a bouncy castle. It even came with a jaunty tune! One of the gypsies that emerged, this one a livier looking one, just took a moment to stare at Jesus.
She knew what he did. It was not happy. This feeling of anguish at the scene was followed by the gypsy proceeding to give Jesus a crude symbol by placing her left arm in the middle of her elbow while raising out her right hand at him. This was followed by a slightly swifter lunge at him trying to flail at his torso. All the while, more horrific gypsies, these ones more ghastly shades were slowly emerging from the ground and swiping at Jesus' legs to let loose their ghostly barrage assault to instill a horrific dread - much like their kindred sisters did to Aggro earlier.
"Wha-hu? No?" Verdi announced as she blinked at the scene going on with Operator 6O and, was that the guy who gave out the caps? She couldn't quite tell. Using her free hand she waved towards 6O, with a smile on her face. "I get your concerns dear, but it’s okay! GERMANS AREN’T PEOPLE! Oh and Sibyl, hun, do stay away from the gypsies. They can be quite nasty, especially if you look like you are shirking any duties!" And as if on cue, a livier gypsies flailed a palm at 6O. As for Harry, well the more ghostly figures emerged shrieking and throbbing their heads around before attempting to swing their arm as a make-shift lariat to go through and cause intense suffering and panic. This was par for the course for a ghost of course.
Verdi continued to wave her baton to conduct the Musik infused scene as she let loose a war-cry towards her own, spying the Germanic Savage who had recently torn apart many of the shades, and any townsfolk caught in that particular struggle.
“BRING IT ON SAVAGE! ITALIANS HAVE NO NEED FOR YOUR KIND!” declared the Classicaloid of some age which possessed the spirit of that legendary composer of Italy, who was made by the Japanese Company Arkhe.
But that tidbit, was a story for another time.
This story however was focused around the Musik being utilized at Diamond City; to which one must remark on the solid duties of Yugo. As the crippled horde of shades, brought to even further suffering and dis-figuration by the acid, slowly approached Solution in an attempt to cause harm, his energy bolts and slaps quickly disposed of them and reduced them back into a vaporous form. Of course the gypsies, also ever-faithful servants to their mistress, continued to writhe out of the tents and ground flailing haphazardly in an attempt to get towards Solution. And so the horde continued to encroach towards her, flailing in an attempt to do a certain duty by bringing him down so they could get towards that foul shaper who disfigured their peers earlier.
Simon too, was a good girl, following the simple protective nature instilled in her. The gypsies were simply following their nature as well; bring pain and suffering to those not the conductor. And so the shambling horde continued to approach Simon, trying to get in well placed strikes.
Not to mention of course the town as a whole was target for other gypsies flailing about, to spread the suffering.
Of course while many gypsies had perished, in the end the sacrifices were well worth it as after all, the song was still going. Gypsies continued to emerge – but there was that hole, that distinctive hole in the line which was ripe for abuse.
A woman is brought forth!
Verdi glanced down at the child with her eyes glimmering with an array of emotions. There was arrogance, as a mere Germanic child was tasked to stopping the show, confusion as how could such a child get through the lines, and of course disdain as after all this was the Germanic child who violated the Non-Aggression Policy by firing when they declared that they were not going to fire! Without much time to react, Verdi began swinging her baton around as she called upon more gypsies!
Evil shines upon horrible faces
“Voi teutonici sono pigrones! Io Odio germani, soprattutto quelli che pensano, essi sono migliori degli italiani!” declared Verdi, veins throbbing from her head with teeth clenched, as from beneath the ground emerged a swarm of flaming gypsies. They only had moments to react before the blast went off, at least according to the child, so they began to make the most of it.
Two of the gypsies flung their arms out in an attempt to grab Messier, and instill horrific pain and suffering to her mind. Perhaps this was an attempt to make her reconsider or perhaps it was just a particular nationalism that only a strange creature such as the Classicaloid could possess for these Germans. From behind another gypsy attempted to flail their hand down upon Messier’s skull for a brutal slap.
And of course, Verdi herself was now in a situation where she must act. Raising up her left leg, she held it up as she attempted to perform a move that was beloved in all of cinematic history – the front kick. It would be simple, perhaps effective, and more important probably symbolic of Italians kicking the Austrians to the curb.
Beside the gloomy flame
that rises to the sky!
“Hellfire, dark fire! Now German, it's your turn!” boasted out Verdi, with malicious intent, as she continued to deliver kicking gestures towards the Messier, ready to bring them down once and for all. After all, the Italians needed their due.
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