[Action]

[bestamontillado]

[The Manor's picked up another new resident...And this one isn't really advertising his presence. He managed to avoid the trap of the Blackberry doing its usual accidental broadcasts in "greeting", and has taken advantage of the relative quiet to go exploring - yes, he's out at an ungodly hour of morning.]

[For those who're nocturnal, there's someone tall and probably unfamiliar in a long grey coat - with some kind of metal staff that he's using as a walking stick he clearly doesn't actually need; he's not really doing anything more suspicious than being quiet, on guard, and creeping through the hallway looking for clues. He's also got a slight uncanny valley thing going with a hypothetical 30-year-old Mukuro - just enough features in common to be noticeable, but not enough to be "you could be twins", and unlike his successor, both eyes happen to be the same blue and look normal.]

[Any night owls want to newbie greet?]

Comments

[In Person]

[bestamontillado]

[Well, as on edge as Dera was? Spade actually does take his eyes off the boy long enough for a sketchy sort of formal half-bow.]

Daemon Spade. I'd say something about violating laws of causality but that's hardly a foreign concept for either of us.

Re: [In Person]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

Don't compare me to someone like you, jackass!

[Not that he knew what this guy was actually like, the name didn't ring any bells, but just the way he spoke and dressed alone was enough for him. That and he did have that natural hostility towards everyone those older than him.]

How the hell do you know me?

[bestamontillado]

Harsh words for someone you don't know yet. [Yeah, no, if you want to wound him you're going to have to try a loooot harder.]

My past, your future. Although I am tempted to ask how you are with your history lessons.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

Just spit it out! I'm not in the mood for any bullshit!

[He pulled the handful of dynamite out completely, as well as the lighter. It was seriously too early in the morning for this bullshit. He seriously just wanted to pee and go back to sleep. But nooo he had to run into some prick-ish Mukuro-clone.]

[bestamontillado]

You really are a lot like him. [Yep. Storm Guardian temper. Not like THAT'S familiar.]

Considering that the events of your possible future where we've met worked out perfectly well for the Vongola, and explaining them in detail would be risking you doing something different and tampering with that, I'm afraid I can't go into too much detail, but I hope it's enough that we're going to end up crossing paths. [And really, he's being basically honest there, even if he has some ulterior motives for dodging a full explanation. Like setting Gokudera off more.]

And how much were you taught about the early history of the Vongola?

[andsuddenlydynamite]

I'm a lot like fucking WHO?!

[He huffed, irritated, but understood the logic behind it... he wouldn't want to do anything that could hurt the Vongola...]

TCH, dumbass, people don't remember this place when they leave. It won't make a shit bit of different.

[He didn't TRUST this guy, his apparent knowledge of the Vongola was earning him a few points. Hayato didn't back down at all, but his tone lowered from the angry yell. Uri on the other hand looked as though she was ready to shred some faces... though lucky for Spade she was starting with Hayato's. He winced slightly, but otherwise did nothing to stop the storm cat from burying her claws into his forehead.]

I've heard a few stories about Vongola Primo and some of the other bosses.

[bestamontillado]

Like G, when he was your age.

[And about as good with most cats, too, apparently.]

[Yes, that was dangling to see if Gokudera would catch the hint about who he was and when he was from; from what he'd caught the boy'd seemed more prone to actually reasoning things out than his predecessor, something that did seem worth encouraging if he was going to trust the Tenth Gen to take over.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[The teen's brows knit together as he tried to put the pieces together... key words here is try. Somewhere between the full bladder, the cat trying to scalp him, and the 3 am grog, complex thoughts were just not happening. The most he was getting was was that the name 'G' sounded familiar, and that he should know it...

... so after a few moments of thinking he just looked up at Spade, with a very flat and unamused glare.]

That's supposed to mean somethin'?

[bestamontillado]

Like your predecessor. Primo's Storm Guardian.

[Oh, he'll let you go in a minute, or at least when you're done poking at him...nevermind that he'll still be out exploring once you're done. In the meantime, have a clue. You really are brain dead in the morning, aren't you.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

What?

[And this is a face of very slow near-recognition, just as things are starting to click... and yeah, no. For the sake of avoiding a migraine this early he is going to just stop trying to make sense of this.]

............

You know what? Fuck this, I'm goin' to take a piss, then goin' back to fuckin' bed. If you're still here in a week, Author's got a god damn fetish for dead people...[He lowers his weapons and grumbles] too fucking early for this shit...

[bestamontillado]

Arrivederci.

[Spade is ...FAR too amused and going to go back to his explorations after you've wandered off.]