A New Level of Weird

There was literally no possible way this wasn't going to be weird. Literally all he knew about her was her name, and the fact that, according to at least two people, she was his daughter-from-another-dimension.

A part of Angelo couldn't help but doubt it. For one, she was a girl. For another, her name wasn't Angela. He was pretty sure that if he was a girl, his dad would have picked a different name then Jasmine. It was very... non-Italian.

Was she even Italian?

There were a lot of questions, and Angelo was trying to take it slow as he grab a spot by the fountain, his hands in his lap as he waited for her to show up.

Angelo stood up when he saw her. There was no denying it - there was a strong similarity. Like, if no one had pointed it out, it might not have jumped out, but now that it was pointed out...

Well, hard not to notice the similarities.

"Jasmine Kennedy?" He said, offering his hand for a shake. "I didn't hear much about the world you came from, honestly. I just got a bunch of texts telling me there was another version of me and they were a girl. Not entirely sure what made them draw the conclusion, but... there's at least some similarity for sure."

The hair. The eyes. She was a bit shorter, maybe a bit younger.

"So, uh, I'm Angelo Genovese. The younger one. The one from Halcyon City, which is also another dimension from here. There's another Angelo Genovese, who's older - late twenties - who's the one from here."

Angelo was very much on the compare notes train. Check against each other. See how likely it was. Her middle name was Angela, but... okay, that was a solid point in her favor...

"Skill testing, Angelo detecting questions, then. Are you Italian? Or, uh, German I guess. But mostly Italian. Did you ever get burnt on your left side? Do you have a strong preference for law-and-order based professions? Is your father scary beyond all reason?"

What other similarities did he and big Angelo have? A lot of little things, honestly. But it wasn't like there were any hard and fast rules. His father seemed to be two separate people to the other Angelo, after all.

Her dad was a patrol officer? In New York? Angelo didn't bother trying to hide his obvious reaction to each new bit of information. There was a lot to unpack. She thought about politics. He thought about politics. Her dad was a cop. Angelo was...

Actually, that was a whole question. Was she the Angelo, or was her dad?

He pulled out his phone, flicking through photos quickly before holding it up, showing a group shot of him, his father, and Sergeant Genovese.

"I'm from Halcyon City, which is sort of like New York. Superhero dimension stuff. Se- you know what, I'm going to just call him 'Big Angelo' because it's easier. Either way, Big Angelo's from New York City originally, but he had powers so he got moved here. He was in the mafia there--raised in a mafia family--and then became a cop when he moved here. So I'm not sure if you're the Angelo, because you're more like me-"

Angelo's brain screeched to a halt.

"Oh god, are you actually a boy scout?"

He could hear Broen's hysterical laughter already.

For a moment, Angelo was really, really happy he'd asked all those questions to officer Genovese.

"He was... I don't know. Some kind of half-reaper. Like, grim reaper. He's not anymore, but that helped him get buff apparently." How that worked, Angelo had no idea, but he was right there with her calling bullshit.

"Okay, so," he said after a long second, rolling it over in his head. Was this like his dad? Yeah, probably.

"My dad is Basilio. You'd think that Big Angelo would have a dad like him, only he doesn't. Instead, Basilio is like two people for him - the Don, and his biological father. I think this is kind of the same way. You have a lot in common with me, while your dad has a lot in common with Big Angelo. So it's not a one-to-one thing."

She was like... a halfgelo.

A girl halfgelo.

Surprisingly, this wasn't quite as weird as he thought. Mostly because of the dad thing. If she'd been just a girl version of him, raised by a Basilio, then... well, that would have been strange.

Or if she'd been a girl version of him raised by his mother. That would have... that would have been a thing.

"I'm going to ask Big Angelo if your last name has any significance to him," he said after a moment. "Sorry, can I ask you like... a really personal question?" He looked serious there, the question weighing heavily on his head. "What happened to your mom?"