Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190509204551/@comment-32932951-20190512004536

Black ring worms it's way onto the finger of the corpse, one of the few that isn't blown away to peices around the area. Wasn't a single sign present that suggested the corpse had begun the process of decomposition. No decay to be found here, only fresh blood and a faint metallic scent floating in the air.

After a moment of silence, the corpse jolts up attempting to make a sound of suprise...Can't really do that when his vocal chords along with his throat had been blasted out by a toy plane. Black had started to envelop him, from within the ring. The black face of death had enveloped the man before, metaphorically, spiritually, and at this moment physically. Seemed only natural that the man's name was Risotto Nero. Death took his hand and molded his mind from the young and stout life rich age of 18 when he took the life of a drunk driver who unfortunately killed Risotto's cousin. Only four years in prison for killing his cousin? No, that wasn't enough. Soon as the drunk got of prison, Risotto assassinated him without hesitation. From then on there, Death spurred him into the shadowy underworld of gangs. Eventually, he was offered a high ranking postion in Passione from The Boss. Risotto accepted, passed the lighter test, gained a stand, became the leader of La Squadra Esecuzioni, and nearly killed the very man who hired him in the start.

His men....His family had gotten this far, but in the end they were all finished off. Leaving only him. But why? Why was he back? Why had he been given another chance? Why didn't the rest of his  ̶c̶h̶i̶l̶d̶r̶e̶n̶ ̶ men get a chance?

Risotto wasn't disturbed by all the why's however, it was all the how's that bugged him. How was he brought back to life? How could a stand bring back a life? How was he regenrating all the damage Aerosmith had inflicted upon on him?!

The holes started to cover themselves up, sealing the small silver metallica ghosts moaning Loooooooooad!~ from sight. 「Metallica」wasn't healing him, it was another outside force. Metallica did pull Risotto's chopped off right foot back to the stump he had and made it stick back into place like a lego brick however. The ring healed the stump and the foot back properly before Metallica could, nerves and everything!

Risotto starts to stand up. Being the cautious man he is, he uses Metallica to make himself invisible

"Against all odds, I've returned somehow, I would say this is the perfect opportunity to chase and kill The Boss while he's weak and deprived of iron, that's the foolish choice to make. Right now, I'm under attack of another enemy stand! Instant healing has to be a false hope, that ring has to be part of the stand's attack. I can feel it pulsating with power, but I've figured you out. Your plan is to reanimate someone with incredible physcial regeneration and power, only to then take control over them!"

Another moment of silence.

"But, if I take you off it would mean certain death of me. I have no choice to keep it on...This is the worst possible scenario for you!"

A small group of about 6 Metallica have embedded themself into the Black Ring, moaning all the while.

"Rest assured, your stand in now being puppeteerd by me."

Risotto was now under the impression that he had successfully taken control of what he beleived to be a stand ring that took control of people after resurrection.

"Thanks to you, I can finish the job. Boss, I'm coming after you."

Risotto looked up to the clouds in the sky. Thoughts of them filled his mind. He had been like a father to them;

"I swear on it, I'll avenge all of you. Every last one of you will be avenged."

Risotto started following the trail of yellow blood, that would lead him to The Boss.

Somebody stop this man before he ruins the plot of Vento Auero.