(confronting Polnareff) Fascinating how the past can wriggle its way back, not matter how many pieces I may cut it up into. You amaze me, I'd never thought I would deal with the same vermin more than once.
All S1
S1 E15Unfinished Business
Walk up those steps and see what happens, asshole! I have the high ground while you're stuck way down there
No one can escape the fate that was chosen for them. All that remains is the end, where you all will perish. Eternal greatness exists only within myself. Sing a song of sorrow in a world where time has vanished.
(looking at a mirror) Oh, no. Am I...? Did we...?
(Mista and Trish looking at each other, then suddenly...)
WHAT HORRIBLE CURSE IS THIS!? I LOOK HIDEOUS! (smells herself) Damn... My armpits stink! Dear Lord, JUST KILL ME NOW!
Oh, come on now, Trish, that's just rude! We've got bigger things to worry about than the smell of my pits! Like the Stand that attacked us, this doesn't look like the handiwork of King Crimson, which can only mean we've got another bad guy out there trying to mess with us!
KYAAAAH! You've got to be kidding with this, right?! Do you ever clean under your damn nails?! And sheesh, your knuckles, too! It's called basic hygiene, look it up! (sniffs Mista's hand) Every part of me stinks! Couldn't I have switched with someone who showers!? Why did it have to be Mista!?
Well... I don't know. Maybe because we happened to pass out right next to each other. That aside, you know words can hurt just as much as Pistols sometimes. (sniffs Trish's hand) It can't be that bad.
Hey! Whoa there! What exactly do you think you're doing with those fingers!? (looking at Mista, scratching Trish's groin)
Whoa, i-it's not what you think at all! I wasn't trying to cop a feel, I swear to God! It's just the elastic is itchy, you know?!
YOU BETTER KEEP THOSE HANDS OUT OF MY PANTIES!
All right, sorry!
If I catch you touching anything else, I'll bury you alive!
Fine, jeez, I get it! I'm just saying these panties feel like a bunch of rubber bands racing to see who can split my ass in half first! And your bra's a real hugger, too!
(shaking Mista in Trish's body) Listen, dick, you even think about going anywhere near my skirt again, I'll kill you! Do you hear me?! There will be nothing left of you! (cries over into "Narancia's" chest) Narancia!
Tch. That's not Narancia, you idiot.
Huh?
You pay no attention, but I'm the dope, right? (spits)
(in a ridiculously high-pitched and whiny yell) CUT THAT OOOOOUUUUUUUUUT!
(in Diavolo's body) Narancia, how does our perimeter look? Are you able to detect anyone coming? Narancia?
(in Trish's body) Please. I'm begging you. Just one more bullet. Please just drop one more! You're driving me nuts!
(in Mista's body) What the hell? Why couldn't I feel his soul like I usually do? It doesn't make any sense!
(in Narancia's body) Out of the way! Move! Let me through! Now!
Damn it, no! That's impossible! How on Earth could he have---?!
(in Diavolo's body) Mista, scan the area right now! Make sure there's no one around!
(in Trish's body) Narancia! Bucciarati, hurry up and get him down from there! Don't just leave him like that! Do something, goddammit!
(in Narancia's body) You need to settle down! Let me handle this!
(in Diavolo's body) Please, stay focused and keep your gun at the ready! He'll attack again! We have to find him before he does, quick! (summoning Sticky Fingers) Go, Sticky Fingers!
(in Trish's body) Heal him! Hold those damn bars out of there and get to work now!
(Giorno attempting to heal Narancia's wounds)
(in Mista's body; monologue) (The people outside the colosseum are waking up, so where is he? I can't sense him at all. It's like he's gone. What else could have happened? There's no way in hell he just up and vanished like that!)
(in Diavolo's body) King Crimson's range is two or three meters at most. How then did he attack us from way over there?
(in Trish's body) Well, all right! You did it! Narancia's awake! Welcome back, you little bastard! How are you feeling? Geez, you really scared us.
(along with his spirit) I'm sorry, Mista. There's no one left in here. It's empty. The physical wounds he suffered have healed, but still, Gold Experience couldn't get to him in time. He was... He was already gone. Narancia's... not here...
(in Narancia's body) His form... he's just an empty vessel now. I can't find him. His soul has left. There's nothing here, try as I might, I can't bring him back. I wasn't fast enough. My soul could just slip right back in if it wanted, it could inhabit both bodies without a problem, not even one. He's that empty...
(Giorno's soul transfers back to his own body while Narancia falls unconscious, dying as his soul was already passed on.)
(in Trish's body) NARANCIA!!!!!!!!!!
It was all so sudden... None of us could have guessed...
(Mista lets out a second cry)
Stay put, okay? We’ll be right back. You’ll be safe here. I won’t let anyone hurt you again. I promise. And don’t you worry. When it’s over, we’ll bring you home.
BSBucciarati's spirit
(before departing to the afterlife) When I met you back home in Naples, when I betrayed the organization... My soul had been fated to slowly die, but it was reborn, thanks to you. This is what true happiness is. This is how it should be. Don't worry about it. Please give everyone my regards.
Who was it that once said, "We all stand as soldiers chosen by destiny"? How quaint. This world has taught me other truths. Fate has bestowed upon me an extraordinary power: To obliterate time and see the future. As such, only one spot suits me in the natural order. There is no question... I, King Crimson, am destiny's chosen to reign at the top! A mere soldier I am not! So why?! Why couldn't I seize the arrow?! It should have been so simple! How on Earth could I fail such a small task?! This is inconceivable! But it's not defeat! It may not be now, but victory will be mine! For now, I must rest. I will bide my time and strike when the moment is right. I haven't been beaten, only delayed! My powers will thrust me back to the top in no time!
Damn it...It seems retreat is impossible. I must face him now! ... Let's end this...NOW!
To be slain by a king, a final gift!
THAT'S ENOUGH! NO MORE!!! YOU DIE NOW, GIORNO GIOVANNA!!!!!!
What hellish nightmare is this?
(to Diavolo) The only lasting thing is truth itself. Righteous actions born of truth shall never be destroyed. My friends may have perished, but their actions and wills have not been destroyed. It was their will that handed this arrow to me. So, are your actions born of truth, or are the transient products of evil? Boss?
A little boy like you should learn to temper his bravado, lest he's punished! I'll even strip you of any chance to regret your actions, you brat! Go, King Crimson! () Time will now be obliterated for all but me! Excellent! I can see his stand's movements! His machinations have been laid utterly bare! Talentless roaches! At least try to surprise me! Amazing how little it takes to totally neutralize your greatest power! Poor fools! I almost feel sorry for you! Never again will you witness the immaculate brilliance of King Crimson! The truth of my strength will forever be lost to you! [] At last, I've won! In the end, I'm still faster! You knew powers couldn't stop me from ripping out your heart! The future can only hold one of us and it has chosen me! NOW DISAPPEAR!!!!!!
(As King Crimson tries to finish off Giorno, everything rewinds to prevent Diavolo's predicted victory)
No. But how? [] Damn it, what now? [Time is restored] How is he reversing the time I obliterated? That shouldn't be possible! No, stop! It's all reverting back to normal! But still, the premonition clearly shows me emerging the victor! SO PERISH, GIORNO GIOVANNA!!!!!!! What the---? (repeating loop of "What the---?") What is this? What the hell is happening to me? Perhaps this is an illusion. That cur somehow pulled one over my head... or did he? The only thing that can move within periods of warped time... should be me!
GEGold Experience Requiem
(after rewinding everything to prevent Diavolo’s victory in frozen time) The answer, is plain...truth. Your eyes are not deceiving you. What you see is very real. Playing out before you are the results of your actions. However, though you might be able to witness the truth. You can never hope to reach it. Your powers are immaterial. It doesn't matter who you are. No one can ever overcome this barrier. Behold, Gold Experience Requiem's true strength! Its nature remains as secret even to my user, Giorno Giovanna.
[]
...lest he's punished! I'll even strip you of any chance to regret your actions, you brat! (Wait, that--- Right before--- But I--- How dare you?! Only I may bend time! [] Oh, no, but premonitions always become reality! The future has already been written: King Crimson is bound for victory!)
GEGold Experience Requiem
MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA
MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA! (10 seconds of MUDA)
GUAAAHH!
GEGold Experience Requiem
You're going to stay right where you are. It's the price you must pay... the truth. You'll never come to experience its mercy!
DKDiavolo/King Crimson
I'LL KILL YOU!!!!!!!
GEGold Experience Requiem
MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA! MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA!
GEGold Experience Requiem
MUDA!
UUUAAAHHHH!
SScolippi
Michelangelo, who shines upon the apex of History, once said "When I sculpt marble, I have no idea in my mind. The form of the stone shall be sculpted into has already been set. All my hands do is bring that form out from within the stone." Michelangelo said that he did not think about the ultimate form of the stone as he sculpted. Fate had already embedded it within the stone. He was an artist who could see Fate as he sculpted. That form of Bucciarati was not sculpted by me, and it was not sculpted by your bullets either. That is its fated form... that statue was bleeding from a hole in its chest, wasn't it? I don't know whether it will take a few days or a few months... but that is how Bucciarati will die in the near future. We are all slaves of Fate. That is the meaning of my ability, Rolling Stones.
SScolippi
(about the fate awaiting Bucciarati’s group) Perhaps their perils will serve some great purpose and bring hope to someone. I cannot pray for their safety, but I will pray that they are sleeping slaves...Sleeping slaves who will find meaning once they awaken.
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