The Arcobaleno are aware that Skull is the World's Best Stuntman.

None of them had ever seen any of his shows of course. Such a 'civilian' thing had no place in their background as Mafia big-shots, and none of the Arcobaleno were interested in any civilian stunt show. Not when they were certain the things they would see would be overshadowed and underwhelming when compared to their lives and everything that went on in them.

And then came The Mission. It took place before The Fated Day, after a few of the missions they had taken together, the beginning stages of what would become trust.

It had gone a bit...sideways, and in the end a distraction that was 'civilian' friendly was needed. No damages, no deaths, but a distraction all the same.

Skull had rolled his eyes, scoffing in amusement at the lot of them, and their utter obliviousness to who it was they had in their ranks. "Ah can do it."

Reborn stopped short and turned to look at Skull, amusement visible in his gaze. "Exactly how much of a distraction do you think you can provide, Skull?"

Skull's eyes lit up at the challenge, the part of him that had been Jazz, who had loved exceeding and shattering the expectations of others, thrilled with their doubt. "Ya don' know who Ah am." he smirked sharply at the hitman. "Ah've done this before. Ah am th' best after all. Civilians know who Ah am. Letting them know The Immortal Skull is going ta perform live?" Jazz- Skull's- grin was wide and daring. "They'll flock ta meh."

He knew from the Arcobaleno's expressions and the lightning quick glances to one another that they didn't believe him.

That was alright.

He'd prove them wrong.

"Trust meh." his eyes gleamed, and the Arcobaleno were surprised to see a mirror of their own expressions just before a mission. Reborn before a challenging hit, Fon when someone could keep up with him in the middle of a hand to hand match., Verde when faced with the 'unsolvable', Colonnello and Lal when they were the only thing standing between failure and a successful mission, or Viper when she was about to close a contract with a fool.

They stared at him as he reached into a pouch at his side. He pulled his helmet from within the pouch with a grin. It had been a combination of his knowledge of sub-spacing things as Jazz, and some creative use of his Cloud Flames, but Jazz had basically created his own little subspace pouch using the propagation property of his Flames to expand the space available to him inside smaller spaces, though it only worked because he knew the math behind subspace from his time as a mech.

The helmet was pulled over violet hair, and Skull turned the tinted visor to Viper as he spoke "Cover meh fer a minute. Ah need ta get ta a good spot withou' bein' spotted."

Viper tiled her head, pure stubborn Mist-fueled curiosity prompting her to keep the Mist Illusion that had hidden them from their pursuers over the Cloud as he darted out and around the crowds like a shadow.

Definitely not a Civilian.

The thought is unanimous as they watch Skull slip through the crowds like a ghost. Nothing is disturbed in his wake, not a soul would have noticed him even without the Mist Flames, and each of the Arcobaleno recognize the ease and skill in the Cloud's movements. They see the way he allows the crowd to move him along, appearing to be perfectly natural as he slides through the crowd.

Soon enough they watch with slightly wide eyes as Skull scales the closest building, giving hints as to how flexible and powerful the Cloud actually is without a hint of Flame use, as it takes him a few short seconds to climb to the third story balcony hanging over the town center they had hidden in when the Mission went south.

All their eyes are on him, so they see when he turns to face Viper and nods once. They watch the Flames hiding him fade away, and they watch as he straightens, even this far from his side, they sense and see the change come over him.

Skull had been like silken danger- a sheathed blade, a threat, seen and sensed for all that it was controlled.

Here, watching Skull put on the helmet...it's like he's a different person. His aura changes, the sheathed blade vanishing for a magnetic showman. There is not one hint of the dangerous man he is, not a hint of what he could do.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" the accent is gone as well, they notice, as he throws his hands apart, open and palms facing the sky. He jumps, a clean smooth movement taking him to the railing where he stands in full view of the crowd.

A woman screams.

"I come bearing news!"

In the crowd, the Arcobaleno can hear as the whispers spread, rushed and excited as they begin to realize who they are looking at "Is that Skull-samma?!" one whispers to another.

"The Great Skull!" another gasps.

"The Immortal Stuntman!" a male whispers excitedly to friend.

"You mean the Stuntman?" the friend replies.

The Arcobaleno exchange glances, surprise in their eyes at the sheer excitement in the air, the near visible ripple that passes through the crowd.

"It is not often that I do this, and rarer still that I do it on such short notice, but it was such a lovely day, in such a wonderful town, how could I have possibly turned the opportunity down? I hope that you don't mind, but I have decided I will be performing live for all of you today!"

The screams of joy and surprise from the crowd are deafening.

Skull waves and arm, a smile heard in his voice "I'm glad you all seem to approve! Of course, in order to do this, I need your help!"

The crowd screams.

"We'll need to clear out this town center, give me some space to work with, and of course, I need to give all of you the chance to tell the rest of the town! Do you think you could help The Immortal Skull with that?!"

A roar rises from the crowd, the Arcobaleno looking around in shock as the crowd responds so enthusiastically, and then all eyes turn to Skull as he bows, flamboyant and magnetic.

"Thank you everyone!"

The Arcobaleno feel their eyes widen in shock as Skull continues the forward momentum of his bow, allowing his body to fall forward towards the ground.

As he passes the end of the balcony his hands lash out lightning quick, catching the edge of the balcony and changing the angle of his fall so that his feet catch some of the spots he had used to ascend to his place and allow him to stand upright for an instant.

His feet barely touch the handholds he had climbed long enough to launch himself forward, landing with a roll on the ground, smoothly transitioning onto his hands, pushing himself up into a handstand where he proceeded to spins in place, his hands moving one over the other, and his feet flying out, spinning around his body before he used the momentum to flip onto his feet.

The crowd roars.

(Later, the Arcobaleno will discover that Skull usually starts his show with a similar move, falling from some great height, nothing between himself and the ground, and landing in some variation of breakdance move.)

Skull bows once again as soon as he's on his feet calling loudly over the crowd "If we could clear the square here, everything will begin in 15 minutes! Bring your friends, and return quickly!"

The crowd leaps into motion around the Arcobaleno, rushing to obey the Cloud, clearing out of the way and some of the quicker members of the audience-to-be running toward the other homes, returning moments later with friends or family members.

And watching the crowd leap when Skull speaks, it dawns on the Arcobaleno that Skull is a voice of power, that he is famous in the Civilian world the way Reborn is famous in the Mafia.

They exchange glances as Skull slides into the crowd, moving to get his bike from its hiding place.

They have no idea exactly what is coming their way.