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“Oh! Vanni, I’m perfectly capable. Just bear in mind, this old woman still needs a sense of danger running through her veins every once in a while, hmm?” Nicola rolled her head, diverting her attention from her own ticking desire for do something with herself--most specifically, have a smoke, or perhaps run a marathon. “Would be a much more entertaining way to go than laying on a bed until my lungs give out on me.”

But, as it were, she’d survived this venture with a simple leg injury. Perhaps less simple with her age, but she would make it work. “In any case, they’re in my purse, dear. Mind who you choose.” Not all of her Pokémon were particularly friendly, even to her own son. But that may have had everything to do with Cinzia and Arlo’s very specific history with Giovanni. They never did see him as anything other than their victim, no matter how he aged.

The old designation, technically, was very out of date, even for his mother. But a part of him held on. Probably because this was the closest thing Giovanni had to a real family. He learned most of his life skills from hired guns who had taken a liking to him. He played football with bodyguards that he had accepted would one day vanish without a trace, and then he’d have no one to play with.  

Rocket was more of a family to Giovanni than Madame Boss ever was.

But he dismissed that battle.

“Bah. Then why can you not stay out of trouble? Do you have your Pokeballs with you?”

The bullet has broken her bone, that much was sure. He couldn’t remove it for fear of bursting open an artery, but he’d need to find something to use as a splint and something to bandage her properly. Or he’d need to find a shovel. 

Be careful what you wish for.

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agate, dolomite,carnelian, zebra stone

Agate: how Madame Boss calms down.

The quickest, most accessible way, is for her to take a smoke. Truth be told, she hardly ever smokes out of pure recreation. It’s almost always a distraction, something to fill the space, something to calm her otherwise well hidden nerves. Nicola will also take to petting her Ninetales when she needs extra attention for the purpose, and as well she’s not above going out for a drink, either, although unlike smoking she will do that just for fun and socialization.

Dolomite: a sleep headcanon.

What a luxurious woman. She’s the kind to sleep in the king she doesn’t need, to spent the most money on bedspreads and headboards, and of course the mattress. She will not accept anything less than exceptional when it comes to her quarters, even when traveling. As for actual sleeping, she has a relatively set schedule, and she even goes drinking fairly early in the evening. If I had to guess, she’s probably in bed no later than 11pm and will wake up at 7 or 8, which is much later than she would have when she was still in charge of the Team.

Carnelian: an art related headcanon.

Ah, music certainly runs in the family. Now unlike her son and grandson, Nicola isn’t particularly talented at anything. She was a spoiled brat with no great dedication to the arts. But she does have very refined tastes, and you’ll find she takes great pleasure in listening to and even attending operas. She’ll of course have a bias for anything Italian, but you’ll generally find her listening to classics. Nothing too newfangled or outrageous. Her tastes haven’t changed in decades.

Zebra Stone: what gets Madame Boss excited.

The thrill of battle will always get Nicola’s blood pumping. She has a very odd way of showing it (which is to say she hardly does), but that thrill is why she continues to participate in underground battle on a very regular basis. To some extent, bickering with her son gives her a rush too, but as she’s aged, it’s begun to just make her tired. She also rather loves spending time with what grandchildren she knows of (and this entirely depends on the Silver, as she hasn’t learned of say, Tobi or even Blue yet). Outside of these, she’s not a very excitable woman. She has indulgences, but nothing that makes her bounce in anticipation.

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Nicola spared a chuckle, waving off the advice in a light tone that was none too scolding. “Yes, yes. I’m not so romantic as to rely on a summer breeze, in any case.” Another glance over allowed her to catch the relaxed expression on her son’s face. And because his eyes were comfortably closed, she was comfortable enough to smile a bit.

“Do whatever you like Vanni, they’re your runts.” As it were, Nicola didn’t really care very much. Had she been younger, she most certainly would have, but today she was just finding something to complain about and she knew it well enough. Her expression dropped slightly, into a sympathetic and mildly concerned sort of smile that existed just to let her son live his fantasy a little longer. “Un po', Vanni, grazie.”

But as her ears caught hold of his sigh, Nicola immediately anticipated the shift to what he had really come for. And it only took mention of Father’s Day for her to catch on to where this was going. “I thought I might be on my death bed before you gained the courage to ask that question...” Sighing herself, Nicola leaned back into her chair and closed her eyes, suddenly a tired old woman. Despite her implications, it was a conversation she’d never wanted to had. And yet, she didn’t put much effort into avoiding it, either. “Now, Giovanni. Are you quite sure you’re ready for the answer to your question?”

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send me a crystal and i'll tell...

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

agate: how my muse calms down

blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is

angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues

apache tears: a sadness headcanon

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships

charoite: who my muse looks up to

chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

coral: how my muse views the natural world

diamond: a sex headcanon

dolomite: a sleep headcanon

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

fluorite: what my muse's room looks like

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse

garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be

gold: my muse's financial situation

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has

iolite: my muse's drinking habits

jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent

kyanite: an anger headcanon

lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse

lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse

malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait

moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space

mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down

nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

opal: how creative my muse is

pearl: a mental health headcanon

petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street

pyrite: a physical health headcanon

quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them

rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience

rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories

ruby: a happiness headcanon

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history

zebra stone: what gets my muse excited

zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?

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// Oh oh oh! Update! I am out of the hospital, guppies! I got out Saturday, but I was so damn exhausted through yesterday it hardly made a difference. I’m doing the usual, starting with the stronger muses, working my way back to everyone else. Be patient. And please please PLEASE let me know if I owe you anything because I always get lost and confused when I get back. (You won’t have to remind me about Proton though cause I managed to scrape up everything before I left.)

// Okay, that’s all! Thanks for your support and patience and stuff, you know, the usual. ^^;

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Continued. 

How disgusting. He really had to dig so deep. And to stroke his petty little ego. She couldn’t believe she’d raised that.

“Vanni. Please. You run a team. Not a family. I am still your mother.” 

But pride aside, the woman really did detest being carried. Even this boulder of a son of hers couldn’t free her of the sensation of constantly being on the verge of falling. It made her ill. She’d rather deal with the broken leg.

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// Okay I’m back and done btiching about Pokéani. Time for replies.

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shiirakeru​

♠ Continued.

This child... Madame had cross paths with her a few times before. And each time she seemed so eager, or in this case, reserved. She had to wonder what the occasion was. Most of Giovanni’s little rats hardly knew she’d existed. Surely her star power was not that great.

But she let a wisp of smoke hiss through her teeth, catching the shudder of the outright laziest lie, and she had to sigh a little bit. Was this woman supposed to be one of Giovanni’s best? 

Pathetic.

“Come now. Surely you don’t expect me to believe such a poorly weaved fabrication? Hmm?”

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// I might be lurking right now. Idk I’m so tired...

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“Mmm, yes. You should have seen it earlier, Vanni, there were quite a few wild Pokémon to be seen.” Flying types seemed particularly fond of the location. In fact, Nicola mused, “perhaps we’ll see some nests soon...” 

Her free hand still hadn’t learned what to do with itself. Years of being tobacco free, and yet she wasn’t really free at all. Drumming the table with impatience, Nicola focused on the conversation at hand. It was comfortable talk; the kind that might bore a person if they weren’t as refined as she. “Oh, they’re fine. A few of them could stand to work on their tardiness, but I credit that to their... youth.” She did smile at the thought, though. Vanni, all grown up and delivering blows to idiots under her command. A decade or so ago she might have been bitter at the thought, but today she relished in it.

As the quiet built between the pair of them, nocturnal Pokémon began to make their awakening noises at the world. Madame sighed with content, but the comfortable expression on her face faded a bit when she glanced back over to her son. She had half the temptation to tell him to spit it on out, but she was also comfortable. 

Sighing, Madame rested her head against the chair and closed her eyes. The breeze was lovely...

Peace of Mind

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Like if you wanna plot?

I’m so shitty at random starters for this woman it’s p sad.

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Oh, how she hated to be carried. Especially in such an undignified manner. But she had neither the energy nor the gall to complain--her bed was ultimately a welcome change. Soft, expensive... truly, the only thing ruining its comfort was her own state of ill sanitation. Nicola knew well enough that she couldn’t have both rest and cleanliness, however. So she closed her eyes and hoped to doze off.

No, unfortunately she would not have that opportunity. Her son was too fast. Her eyes blinked open with a mild expression of frustration, just to look away from the offering with much louder disgust. She knew well that she had promised to eat, but Nicola couldn’t wrap her mind around putting down anything else. Thankfully, Giovanni found a much more egregious topic to change the unstated subject to.

“And I suppose I don’t have a say in this?” How unfair old age and bad health were, to steal her authority from her in her own home. She was going to do her best not to have it, however.

In Good Health

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Already, the questions were making Nicola tired. It took an inhale of hot smoke to find her patience, but when she blew out the remainder, any tension she had picked up hissed right out of her. “Most of the day. I should like you to spend some time with the children.” The plan was to have him spend the more grown up part of her meeting for the day with more age appropriate Rockets, but there was no reason he should not have visited that part of the base in any case.

Cutting an eye back to Giovanni, Nicola raised a brow that indicated that she had picked up on his mistake. However, she wasn’t going to correct him. There were, in fact, bad people involved--she just wasn’t ready to explain why. “This means yes, you will be with other people Vanni, but no one I wouldn’t trust with my life or yours. So keep what I’ve told you in mind, yes? Only the people I introduce you to.”

There, that sounded... pleasant enough. She turned her eye back to the window, watching the car pull into the drive leading into an underground garage. When the limo came to its stop, Madame smiled slightly at her son while they awaited their escort. “Pronti? Sii coraggioso.”

Bring Your Child to Work Day {flashback}

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The day was quiet. For as persistent as the grunts Vanni had insisted upon stationing here were, Nicola had never allowed herself to find company in their presence. She didn’t even want any of them around, much less did she want to befriend the little pests.

But, whether she wanted to admit it or not, their work prevented incidents. Not a single noteworthy slip up had befallen her, in fact she was gaining some of her weight back. 

Thankfully, her son would be visiting her today. And Madame had insisted on being out of the bed this time--after all, if the grunts were going to be here, they ought to be useful by helping her visit parts of the house she hadn’t in years. In this case, the rooftop deck. How lovely it was to sit in the summer evening breeze again, looking over the ponds and creek. ...Now if only she could smoke. 

Nicola sighed just in time to catch footsteps in her ear. Vanni had arrived, and while she wasn’t energetic enough to look over her shoulder, just a brief glance told her something was bothering the child. She wouldn’t call him out, however. Simply, she offered her hand with a draped wrist and smiled earnestly at some of her only welcome company. 

“Bentornato, Giovanni.”

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But no homo though, I’m assuming?