It was the middle of summer and the town was bustling with people, teenagers living life as they pleased since school wasn’t taking up their entire day. Caesar was settled behind the counter of her bakery, listening to the sound of children laughing in the park across the street. She was leaning against the counter, her eyes closed lightly as she listened to the world around her, ears twitching at any new sound falling within her range of hearing.
What a lovely, quiet little town. I’m glad I settled down here instead of Tokyo. Caesar thought to herself in her dreamy daze. She did look like she was about to passout outside of her thoughts, since she’d been standing there with her eyes closed for so long. They weren’t busy at all, so she didn’t really care anyways.
Jowi calmly followed, looking back at the Stand, before turning back to Caesar, “Maybe you should call your stand in? There’s a ton of stand users in Morioh, and I don’t want them mistaking you for being hostile.”
He kept suspiciously glancing around, trying to keep an eye out for any stand users that might want to ambush him or Caesar.
“Oh! Okay…” Caesar looks back at her stand and it slowly fades away. She didn’t really like recalling her since she loved being outside so much.
“How many nice stand users do you know overall? At least in this city?” She asks, looking a tad worried.
Jowi took a deep breath, counting up the Morioh Warriors and the two Crusaders. He thought about it for a minute then hesitantly replied, “Uh… I think about nine? Maybe ten? We aren’t sure about Mikitaka being a stand user…” he thought about the bizarre possible alien, before turning his attention back to the girl,
“But yeah, we have almost a small army at this point. We had more people, but… Kira killed two of them…”
Caesar let out a soft little gasp. “Oh.. I’m sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help? My stand isn’t really much of a fighter..”
Caesar squeezes his hand gently, furrowing her brows in worry. “I hope the rest of you stay safe and sound.. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt!”
“That’s why I’m so concerned about you.” He said, a hint of anger in his voice, remembering Shigechi, and how scared he must’ve been,
“Shigechi and Cinderella didn’t have combat stands either. They were helpless against Kira. I won’t let him do this anymore. I’m gonna use my Stand to stop him, and any other people who want to use their power to hurt others.”
There was a look of firey determination on his face, and his free hand was clenched tightly in a fist of rage.
Caesar smiles warily, hugging his arm once again. “Surely with you here to protect the innocent they’ll stay safe. You’ve got that look in your eye I’ve only seen true heros have..”
Caesar calls out her stand, holding it gently in her free arm so it can soothe his nerves. He looked like he could use some help relaxing again. Caesar wasn’t sure who the two people he mentioned were and their relationships with him, but he seemed to care deeply for them nonetheless.
He took a deep breath, and exhaled, relaxing greatly as he did so, “Thanks. It really means a lot. With how hectic Morioh has gotten, it’s nice to have someone believe in you.”
He wrapped his arm around her, “I promise you, nothing is going to hurt you while I’m around.”
It was the middle of summer and the town was bustling with people, teenagers living life as they pleased since school wasn’t taking up their entire day. Caesar was settled behind the counter of her bakery, listening to the sound of children laughing in the park across the street. She was leaning against the counter, her eyes closed lightly as she listened to the world around her, ears twitching at any new sound falling within her range of hearing.
What a lovely, quiet little town. I’m glad I settled down here instead of Tokyo. Caesar thought to herself in her dreamy daze. She did look like she was about to passout outside of her thoughts, since she’d been standing there with her eyes closed for so long. They weren’t busy at all, so she didn’t really care anyways.
Jowi calmly followed, looking back at the Stand, before turning back to Caesar, “Maybe you should call your stand in? There’s a ton of stand users in Morioh, and I don’t want them mistaking you for being hostile.”
He kept suspiciously glancing around, trying to keep an eye out for any stand users that might want to ambush him or Caesar.
“Oh! Okay…” Caesar looks back at her stand and it slowly fades away. She didn’t really like recalling her since she loved being outside so much.
“How many nice stand users do you know overall? At least in this city?” She asks, looking a tad worried.
Jowi took a deep breath, counting up the Morioh Warriors and the two Crusaders. He thought about it for a minute then hesitantly replied, “Uh… I think about nine? Maybe ten? We aren’t sure about Mikitaka being a stand user…” he thought about the bizarre possible alien, before turning his attention back to the girl,
“But yeah, we have almost a small army at this point. We had more people, but… Kira killed two of them…”
Caesar let out a soft little gasp. “Oh.. I’m sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help? My stand isn’t really much of a fighter..”
Caesar squeezes his hand gently, furrowing her brows in worry. “I hope the rest of you stay safe and sound.. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt!”
“That’s why I’m so concerned about you.” He said, a hint of anger in his voice, remembering Shigechi, and how scared he must’ve been,
“Shigechi and Cinderella didn’t have combat stands either. They were helpless against Kira. I won’t let him do this anymore. I’m gonna use my Stand to stop him, and any other people who want to use their power to hurt others.”
There was a look of firey determination on his face, and his free hand was clenched tightly in a fist of rage.
A first date.
Jowi arrived at the restaurant early, just to be safe. He was a little bit nervous, but he kept his cool as he awaited his date.
Monty Crue. A beautiful girl he had met just over two years ago during his earlier days at the Speedwagon Foundation. Looking back at it, he had been incredibly lucky to meet a girl like her. Talented, beautiful, smart, and caring.
He thought back to how she had reacted to him when they first met, and how he faked her out with his stand. He smiled, fondly remembering those days of his life.
As he snapped out of it, he saw Monty arriving, walking over to greet her, “Good evening, Ms. Crue. You look spectacular as always.”
“Jowi!” Monty grinned at him, throwing her arms around his neck. She had been looking forward to seeing him all day, taking off rehearsal early just to get ready. Of course, her coworkers were shocked when they heard the reason. Monty Crue never went on dates. She would have been late if not for her manager scaring away the group of nosy waitresses that had caught her as she was walking out the door. “I hope i haven’t kept you waiting long.”
“Of course not.” He replied, taking her hand and kissing it, “I only just got here a few minutes ago. Shall we get to our seats?”
He held her hand as they walked over to confirm their arrival,
“Table for two, reservation under the name White.”
The waiter nodded, “Right this way, sir.”
They were led to their table, and were seated right away as they started to look at the menu.
Monty was impressed. But she couldn’t help feeling a little nervous herself. The singer could feel eyes- men, entranced by her and women, full of jealousy- on her back. It almost made her pull a crystal out just to have it. “My, there’s so many choices!” She exclaimed, trying to hide it, “Ah, they even have cheesecake!”
Jowi chuckled, nodding, “Yeah… I think I’ll order… hm… perhaps some curry… haven’t had that in a while….” he said, flipping through the menu himself, spotting the long list of desert items, “Wow… that’s a lot of chocolate…”
“Yes, quite.” Monty replied quietly, flipping back to the entree section, “I’ve never had curry before, but I’ve heard it’s got a kick to it.” She glanced up from her menu. “Can you drink, Jowi? Wine, I mean.”
“I usually don’t.” He replied, shrugging, “But I do occasionally have a glass of wine or two. And yeah, curry does have a bit of a punch, can be pretty spicy depending on the cook, and how you order it. I prefer mild, though.”
He felt at ease, but knew that his past made him a bit of a target for enemy stand users, and kept an eye out for anyone suspicious. He didn’t want this date ruined.
It was the middle of summer and the town was bustling with people, teenagers living life as they pleased since school wasn’t taking up their entire day. Caesar was settled behind the counter of her bakery, listening to the sound of children laughing in the park across the street. She was leaning against the counter, her eyes closed lightly as she listened to the world around her, ears twitching at any new sound falling within her range of hearing.
What a lovely, quiet little town. I’m glad I settled down here instead of Tokyo. Caesar thought to herself in her dreamy daze. She did look like she was about to passout outside of her thoughts, since she’d been standing there with her eyes closed for so long. They weren’t busy at all, so she didn’t really care anyways.
Jowi calmly followed, looking back at the Stand, before turning back to Caesar, “Maybe you should call your stand in? There’s a ton of stand users in Morioh, and I don’t want them mistaking you for being hostile.”
He kept suspiciously glancing around, trying to keep an eye out for any stand users that might want to ambush him or Caesar.
“Oh! Okay…” Caesar looks back at her stand and it slowly fades away. She didn’t really like recalling her since she loved being outside so much.
“How many nice stand users do you know overall? At least in this city?” She asks, looking a tad worried.
Jowi took a deep breath, counting up the Morioh Warriors and the two Crusaders. He thought about it for a minute then hesitantly replied, “Uh… I think about nine? Maybe ten? We aren’t sure about Mikitaka being a stand user…” he thought about the bizarre possible alien, before turning his attention back to the girl,
“But yeah, we have almost a small army at this point. We had more people, but… Kira killed two of them…”
A first date.
Jowi arrived at the restaurant early, just to be safe. He was a little bit nervous, but he kept his cool as he awaited his date.
Monty Crue. A beautiful girl he had met just over two years ago during his earlier days at the Speedwagon Foundation. Looking back at it, he had been incredibly lucky to meet a girl like her. Talented, beautiful, smart, and caring.
He thought back to how she had reacted to him when they first met, and how he faked her out with his stand. He smiled, fondly remembering those days of his life.
As he snapped out of it, he saw Monty arriving, walking over to greet her, “Good evening, Ms. Crue. You look spectacular as always.”
“Jowi!” Monty grinned at him, throwing her arms around his neck. She had been looking forward to seeing him all day, taking off rehearsal early just to get ready. Of course, her coworkers were shocked when they heard the reason. Monty Crue never went on dates. She would have been late if not for her manager scaring away the group of nosy waitresses that had caught her as she was walking out the door. “I hope i haven’t kept you waiting long.”
“Of course not.” He replied, taking her hand and kissing it, “I only just got here a few minutes ago. Shall we get to our seats?”
He held her hand as they walked over to confirm their arrival,
“Table for two, reservation under the name White.”
The waiter nodded, “Right this way, sir.”
They were led to their table, and were seated right away as they started to look at the menu.
Monty was impressed. But she couldn’t help feeling a little nervous herself. The singer could feel eyes- men, entranced by her and women, full of jealousy- on her back. It almost made her pull a crystal out just to have it. “My, there’s so many choices!” She exclaimed, trying to hide it, “Ah, they even have cheesecake!”
Jowi chuckled, nodding, “Yeah… I think I’ll order… hm… perhaps some curry… haven’t had that in a while….” he said, flipping through the menu himself, spotting the long list of desert items, “Wow… that’s a lot of chocolate…”
It was the middle of summer and the town was bustling with people, teenagers living life as they pleased since school wasn’t taking up their entire day. Caesar was settled behind the counter of her bakery, listening to the sound of children laughing in the park across the street. She was leaning against the counter, her eyes closed lightly as she listened to the world around her, ears twitching at any new sound falling within her range of hearing.
What a lovely, quiet little town. I’m glad I settled down here instead of Tokyo. Caesar thought to herself in her dreamy daze. She did look like she was about to passout outside of her thoughts, since she’d been standing there with her eyes closed for so long. They weren’t busy at all, so she didn’t really care anyways.
Jowi calmly followed, looking back at the Stand, before turning back to Caesar, “Maybe you should call your stand in? There’s a ton of stand users in Morioh, and I don’t want them mistaking you for being hostile.”
He kept suspiciously glancing around, trying to keep an eye out for any stand users that might want to ambush him or Caesar.
A first date.
Jowi arrived at the restaurant early, just to be safe. He was a little bit nervous, but he kept his cool as he awaited his date.
Monty Crue. A beautiful girl he had met just over two years ago during his earlier days at the Speedwagon Foundation. Looking back at it, he had been incredibly lucky to meet a girl like her. Talented, beautiful, smart, and caring.
He thought back to how she had reacted to him when they first met, and how he faked her out with his stand. He smiled, fondly remembering those days of his life.
As he snapped out of it, he saw Monty arriving, walking over to greet her, “Good evening, Ms. Crue. You look spectacular as always.”
“Jowi!” Monty grinned at him, throwing her arms around his neck. She had been looking forward to seeing him all day, taking off rehearsal early just to get ready. Of course, her coworkers were shocked when they heard the reason. Monty Crue never went on dates. She would have been late if not for her manager scaring away the group of nosy waitresses that had caught her as she was walking out the door. “I hope i haven’t kept you waiting long.”
“Of course not.” He replied, taking her hand and kissing it, “I only just got here a few minutes ago. Shall we get to our seats?”
He held her hand as they walked over to confirm their arrival,
“Table for two, reservation under the name White.”
The waiter nodded, “Right this way, sir.”
They were led to their table, and were seated right away as they started to look at the menu.
It was the middle of summer and the town was bustling with people, teenagers living life as they pleased since school wasn’t taking up their entire day. Caesar was settled behind the counter of her bakery, listening to the sound of children laughing in the park across the street. She was leaning against the counter, her eyes closed lightly as she listened to the world around her, ears twitching at any new sound falling within her range of hearing.
What a lovely, quiet little town. I’m glad I settled down here instead of Tokyo. Caesar thought to herself in her dreamy daze. She did look like she was about to passout outside of her thoughts, since she’d been standing there with her eyes closed for so long. They weren’t busy at all, so she didn’t really care anyways.
“What probably kept you safe was witnesses, or perhaps he already had a hand that he wasn’t ready to get rid of yet… either way… if anyone comes in here like that, you need to call me, and I’ll get my friends here to help. We’re all working together, using our stands to try and find him and fight him.”
He took her hand, and placed a contact card in it,
“Now that I know you’ve met him, you may be in real danger. You can come stay at my house if you want, you’d be safest there…” he said, looking off to the side and blushing a little bit, “I’m not gonna ask you to abandon your shop here, but you can’t be alone while he’s out. He might come try and find you. I couldn’t stand to let someone get hurt that I could have helped!”
His concern was genuine, and highly overriding her stand’s effects at the moment, though Star Platinum continued to pet the rabbit, and he did feel happy that he had the chance to save her.
Caesar couldn’t help her cheeks turning red and the little giggles escaping her lips as he ranted about wanting to keep her safe. Wanting to keep everyone safe. It warmed her heart to see him so passionate about it!
She held the card to her chest, nodding in response to his offer. “Okay, I’d be happy to come stay with you if it eases your mind. I might have a stand, but she’s not a… fighter, I guess you could say..”
Caesar gestures to the rabbit rolling around in Star’s arms and giving him little cheek licks for kisses. It seemed happy though, letting out little squeaks now and again as it adored being held so much.
He nodded, sighing in relief. He had Star Platinum put the bunny on the ground, and then called it back, “Okay. So just, uh… pack up your shop and close up for the day… and, um… I’ll bring you to my place. You can stay there until we capture and defeat Kira.”
He turned his back to her, and faced the door, “I’ll wait here, if anything startled you, I’ll be right there…”
He kept himself at the ready, unable to use Star Platinum at the moment because Jotaro was out using it. He would have to be more creative with what stand he uses to keep her safe on the way to his house… perhaps Red Hot Chili Peppers would be best suited for the task.
“Pack up my shop? Can we go to my house to get an overnight bag or something? I don’t exactly keep spare clothes here.” Caesar sets the paper down and hurries after him as he walks off.
“I don’t really need to clean anything up either. Would you like to take some baked goods home as a thank you for protecting me?” Caesar gives him an innocent smile, grabbing onto his arm.
He nodded, “Yeah. I suppose we could stop by your place…” he replied, before looking back,
“Oh? Uh, no thank you. I don’t need any payment. I shouldn’t need to be rewarded for doing the right thing. You worked hard on those goods and I wouldn’t feel right taking money out of your pocket like that.”
He raised an eyebrow as she grabbed his arm, “Uh… we can get some food at my house, maybe watch a movie on TV if you want…?”
“Oh, I really don’t mind.. I’d like to repay you for helping me.. for teaching me what a stand is too. I thought I was going crazy..” Caesar smiles up at him, hugging his arm to her squishy chest.
“I promise it’s no trouble..” Caesar lays her head on his arm.
“You being safe and surviving this ordeal will be payment enough.” He said, giving her a smile, “Let’s head to your house, you can get your clothes and whatever else you’ll need, then we’ll head to my house.”
He didn’t seem to mind her advances, but they certainly made him blush a little.
It was the middle of summer and the town was bustling with people, teenagers living life as they pleased since school wasn’t taking up their entire day. Caesar was settled behind the counter of her bakery, listening to the sound of children laughing in the park across the street. She was leaning against the counter, her eyes closed lightly as she listened to the world around her, ears twitching at any new sound falling within her range of hearing.
What a lovely, quiet little town. I’m glad I settled down here instead of Tokyo. Caesar thought to herself in her dreamy daze. She did look like she was about to passout outside of her thoughts, since she’d been standing there with her eyes closed for so long. They weren’t busy at all, so she didn’t really care anyways.
“What probably kept you safe was witnesses, or perhaps he already had a hand that he wasn’t ready to get rid of yet… either way… if anyone comes in here like that, you need to call me, and I’ll get my friends here to help. We’re all working together, using our stands to try and find him and fight him.”
He took her hand, and placed a contact card in it,
“Now that I know you’ve met him, you may be in real danger. You can come stay at my house if you want, you’d be safest there…” he said, looking off to the side and blushing a little bit, “I’m not gonna ask you to abandon your shop here, but you can’t be alone while he’s out. He might come try and find you. I couldn’t stand to let someone get hurt that I could have helped!”
His concern was genuine, and highly overriding her stand’s effects at the moment, though Star Platinum continued to pet the rabbit, and he did feel happy that he had the chance to save her.
Caesar couldn’t help her cheeks turning red and the little giggles escaping her lips as he ranted about wanting to keep her safe. Wanting to keep everyone safe. It warmed her heart to see him so passionate about it!
She held the card to her chest, nodding in response to his offer. “Okay, I’d be happy to come stay with you if it eases your mind. I might have a stand, but she’s not a… fighter, I guess you could say..”
Caesar gestures to the rabbit rolling around in Star’s arms and giving him little cheek licks for kisses. It seemed happy though, letting out little squeaks now and again as it adored being held so much.
He nodded, sighing in relief. He had Star Platinum put the bunny on the ground, and then called it back, “Okay. So just, uh… pack up your shop and close up for the day… and, um… I’ll bring you to my place. You can stay there until we capture and defeat Kira.”
He turned his back to her, and faced the door, “I’ll wait here, if anything startled you, I’ll be right there…”
He kept himself at the ready, unable to use Star Platinum at the moment because Jotaro was out using it. He would have to be more creative with what stand he uses to keep her safe on the way to his house… perhaps Red Hot Chili Peppers would be best suited for the task.
“Pack up my shop? Can we go to my house to get an overnight bag or something? I don’t exactly keep spare clothes here.” Caesar sets the paper down and hurries after him as he walks off.
“I don’t really need to clean anything up either. Would you like to take some baked goods home as a thank you for protecting me?” Caesar gives him an innocent smile, grabbing onto his arm.
He nodded, “Yeah. I suppose we could stop by your place…” he replied, before looking back,
“Oh? Uh, no thank you. I don’t need any payment. I shouldn’t need to be rewarded for doing the right thing. You worked hard on those goods and I wouldn’t feel right taking money out of your pocket like that.”
He raised an eyebrow as she grabbed his arm, “Uh… we can get some food at my house, maybe watch a movie on TV if you want…?”
It was the middle of summer and the town was bustling with people, teenagers living life as they pleased since school wasn’t taking up their entire day. Caesar was settled behind the counter of her bakery, listening to the sound of children laughing in the park across the street. She was leaning against the counter, her eyes closed lightly as she listened to the world around her, ears twitching at any new sound falling within her range of hearing.
What a lovely, quiet little town. I’m glad I settled down here instead of Tokyo. Caesar thought to herself in her dreamy daze. She did look like she was about to passout outside of her thoughts, since she’d been standing there with her eyes closed for so long. They weren’t busy at all, so she didn’t really care anyways.
“What probably kept you safe was witnesses, or perhaps he already had a hand that he wasn’t ready to get rid of yet… either way… if anyone comes in here like that, you need to call me, and I’ll get my friends here to help. We’re all working together, using our stands to try and find him and fight him.”
He took her hand, and placed a contact card in it,
“Now that I know you’ve met him, you may be in real danger. You can come stay at my house if you want, you’d be safest there…” he said, looking off to the side and blushing a little bit, “I’m not gonna ask you to abandon your shop here, but you can’t be alone while he’s out. He might come try and find you. I couldn’t stand to let someone get hurt that I could have helped!”
His concern was genuine, and highly overriding her stand’s effects at the moment, though Star Platinum continued to pet the rabbit, and he did feel happy that he had the chance to save her.
Caesar couldn’t help her cheeks turning red and the little giggles escaping her lips as he ranted about wanting to keep her safe. Wanting to keep everyone safe. It warmed her heart to see him so passionate about it!
She held the card to her chest, nodding in response to his offer. “Okay, I’d be happy to come stay with you if it eases your mind. I might have a stand, but she’s not a… fighter, I guess you could say..”
Caesar gestures to the rabbit rolling around in Star’s arms and giving him little cheek licks for kisses. It seemed happy though, letting out little squeaks now and again as it adored being held so much.
He nodded, sighing in relief. He had Star Platinum put the bunny on the ground, and then called it back, “Okay. So just, uh… pack up your shop and close up for the day… and, um… I’ll bring you to my place. You can stay there until we capture and defeat Kira.”
He turned his back to her, and faced the door, “I’ll wait here, if anything startled you, I’ll be right there…”
He kept himself at the ready, unable to use Star Platinum at the moment because Jotaro was out using it. He would have to be more creative with what stand he uses to keep her safe on the way to his house… perhaps Red Hot Chili Peppers would be best suited for the task.
It was the middle of summer and the town was bustling with people, teenagers living life as they pleased since school wasn’t taking up their entire day. Caesar was settled behind the counter of her bakery, listening to the sound of children laughing in the park across the street. She was leaning against the counter, her eyes closed lightly as she listened to the world around her, ears twitching at any new sound falling within her range of hearing.
What a lovely, quiet little town. I’m glad I settled down here instead of Tokyo. Caesar thought to herself in her dreamy daze. She did look like she was about to passout outside of her thoughts, since she’d been standing there with her eyes closed for so long. They weren’t busy at all, so she didn’t really care anyways.
“What probably kept you safe was witnesses, or perhaps he already had a hand that he wasn’t ready to get rid of yet… either way… if anyone comes in here like that, you need to call me, and I’ll get my friends here to help. We’re all working together, using our stands to try and find him and fight him.”
He took her hand, and placed a contact card in it,
“Now that I know you’ve met him, you may be in real danger. You can come stay at my house if you want, you’d be safest there…” he said, looking off to the side and blushing a little bit, “I’m not gonna ask you to abandon your shop here, but you can’t be alone while he’s out. He might come try and find you. I couldn’t stand to let someone get hurt that I could have helped!”
His concern was genuine, and highly overriding her stand’s effects at the moment, though Star Platinum continued to pet the rabbit, and he did feel happy that he had the chance to save her.
It was the middle of summer and the town was bustling with people, teenagers living life as they pleased since school wasn’t taking up their entire day. Caesar was settled behind the counter of her bakery, listening to the sound of children laughing in the park across the street. She was leaning against the counter, her eyes closed lightly as she listened to the world around her, ears twitching at any new sound falling within her range of hearing.
What a lovely, quiet little town. I’m glad I settled down here instead of Tokyo. Caesar thought to herself in her dreamy daze. She did look like she was about to passout outside of her thoughts, since she’d been standing there with her eyes closed for so long. They weren’t busy at all, so she didn’t really care anyways.
“Oh, you can see that?” He asked, “That’s Star Platinum. It’s a Stand. I’m just using it to help speed up the process of looking through the files. Three sets of hands are better than two, you know?”
He continued to search through the files, and Star Platinum looked over to her, and waved, before returning. To work, flipping through files, looking over them, and continuing to search.
Star Platinum? Stand? Is that what my little friend is? Caesar thought as she stared at Star in awe, waving back and giggling at him. So far she liked stands, they were cute.
She summoned her own, a little pink bunny that hopped over to Jowi and rubbed against his leg like a cat. Caesar sat down with a stack of papers to help look through them.
Jowi glanced at the Stand, and looked over to it, reaching over to pat it on the head, but his hand went right through it, and he nodded, “Right…” he mumbled, as he found a page with the desired name on it,
“Here! Kira Yoshikage! It says he ordered a cake… shaped like a hand… yeah that’s not creepy at all. Did he come here often? I need to know as much about him as you can tell me!”
Caesar felt an odd sensation on the top of her head and looked up at him as he found the paper. “Hand… cake? That guy? He requested me to paint the cake’s fingernails and make the frosting soft and smooth.. he also asked who’s hand I referenced for the shape and lines! When I told him my hand he got this… weird look on his face and kissed my hands.. Told me to keep my fingernails clean before he left. There might be an address connected to the order number because we only take credit cards for custom orders.. Can I see the paper?”
Caesar stood up, her little stand pawing at his feet now, desperate for love and attention like a little scamp. It wiggled over to paw at Star, crying out like an actual baby bunny, making cute little squeaking noises.
“Okay, wow.” Jowi replied, handing her the paper, and looking disgusted, “You are incredibly lucky. That guy is a serial killer with a stand called Killer Queen. He uses it to blow up his victims so that nothing is left behind. Apparently he takes their hands afterwards. I didn’t know how twisted he would get about it…”
Star Platinum picked up the other stand, and began to pet it, slightly confused as it squeaked at him.
It was the middle of summer and the town was bustling with people, teenagers living life as they pleased since school wasn’t taking up their entire day. Caesar was settled behind the counter of her bakery, listening to the sound of children laughing in the park across the street. She was leaning against the counter, her eyes closed lightly as she listened to the world around her, ears twitching at any new sound falling within her range of hearing.
What a lovely, quiet little town. I’m glad I settled down here instead of Tokyo. Caesar thought to herself in her dreamy daze. She did look like she was about to passout outside of her thoughts, since she’d been standing there with her eyes closed for so long. They weren’t busy at all, so she didn’t really care anyways.
“Oh, you can see that?” He asked, “That’s Star Platinum. It’s a Stand. I’m just using it to help speed up the process of looking through the files. Three sets of hands are better than two, you know?”
He continued to search through the files, and Star Platinum looked over to her, and waved, before returning. To work, flipping through files, looking over them, and continuing to search.
Star Platinum? Stand? Is that what my little friend is? Caesar thought as she stared at Star in awe, waving back and giggling at him. So far she liked stands, they were cute.
She summoned her own, a little pink bunny that hopped over to Jowi and rubbed against his leg like a cat. Caesar sat down with a stack of papers to help look through them.
Jowi glanced at the Stand, and looked over to it, reaching over to pat it on the head, but his hand went right through it, and he nodded, “Right…” he mumbled, as he found a page with the desired name on it,
“Here! Kira Yoshikage! It says he ordered a cake… shaped like a hand… yeah that’s not creepy at all. Did he come here often? I need to know as much about him as you can tell me!”
It was the middle of summer and the town was bustling with people, teenagers living life as they pleased since school wasn’t taking up their entire day. Caesar was settled behind the counter of her bakery, listening to the sound of children laughing in the park across the street. She was leaning against the counter, her eyes closed lightly as she listened to the world around her, ears twitching at any new sound falling within her range of hearing.
What a lovely, quiet little town. I’m glad I settled down here instead of Tokyo. Caesar thought to herself in her dreamy daze. She did look like she was about to passout outside of her thoughts, since she’d been standing there with her eyes closed for so long. They weren’t busy at all, so she didn’t really care anyways.
“Oh, you can see that?” He asked, “That’s Star Platinum. It’s a Stand. I’m just using it to help speed up the process of looking through the files. Three sets of hands are better than two, you know?”
He continued to search through the files, and Star Platinum looked over to her, and waved, before returning. To work, flipping through files, looking over them, and continuing to search.
It was the middle of summer and the town was bustling with people, teenagers living life as they pleased since school wasn’t taking up their entire day. Caesar was settled behind the counter of her bakery, listening to the sound of children laughing in the park across the street. She was leaning against the counter, her eyes closed lightly as she listened to the world around her, ears twitching at any new sound falling within her range of hearing.
What a lovely, quiet little town. I’m glad I settled down here instead of Tokyo. Caesar thought to herself in her dreamy daze. She did look like she was about to passout outside of her thoughts, since she’d been standing there with her eyes closed for so long. They weren’t busy at all, so she didn’t really care anyways.
A tall, thin black haired man wearing a school uniform walked in. His hair was spiky, but slicked back a bit, and he looked over the different baked goods in the store, before approaching the counter, “Hello. I’m just wondering if you know about anyone named Kira Yoshikage. Has he been here before?”
The student was clearly muscular despite his slim build, and certainly had an air of confidence about him, but didn’t seem arrogant about it.
Caesar made a startled little squeaking noise when his voice rang in her ears so suddenly. She opened her big green eyes as her face started to flush in embarrassment. She wasn’t really paying attention at all.
Putting her small hands down on the counter she looked up at him for a moment, her watery eyes searching his face. “Y..Yoshikage… Kira? It sounds familiar… but I only take names on credit cards, online orders or call ins..”
“Hm… Perhaps if you could check your records? Maybe if he’s called in at some point? If he had any special orders?” He asked hopefully, glancing down to her nametag.
“Caesar, huh? Rare to find an Italian name in Morioh. My name’s Jonathan, just call me Jowi.”
“Um.. w-would you like to help me? I’m afraid all of my records are on paper…” Caesar replies in a shy tone, almost sinking under the counter to hide from his odd stare.
She remains above the counter though, fumbling with the cat shaped name tag pinned to her frilly pink apron. “Oh, I’m not from here.. It seems you aren’t either with a British name like Jonathan. I’ve always loved that name…”
He chuckled and nodded, “My family is from London, but I am from Morioh.” He replied, “But yes, I would be happy to help you go through your records.”
He walked around and behind the counter, a soft and happy expression on his face.
“We’re not busy at all anyways..” Caesar slid out of her seat, now standing at just under five feet tall. Even her small stature embarrassed herself as she walked him back to the office where they kept all their files.
Even the filing cabinet was taller than her, but luckily she bent over to open the bottom drawer, sighing softly. She’d forgotten if her skirt was too small so she immediately shot back into the upright standing position, pulling at the end of the back of her dress shyly. “Here is where we keep them..”
Jowi didn’t notice her skirt, he wasn’t that type of guy. His mind was on finding Shiechi’s killer right now. He took the files, and began flipping through them, calling on Star Platinum to help him search faster, unaware Of Caesar’s stand.
It was the middle of summer and the town was bustling with people, teenagers living life as they pleased since school wasn’t taking up their entire day. Caesar was settled behind the counter of her bakery, listening to the sound of children laughing in the park across the street. She was leaning against the counter, her eyes closed lightly as she listened to the world around her, ears twitching at any new sound falling within her range of hearing.
What a lovely, quiet little town. I’m glad I settled down here instead of Tokyo. Caesar thought to herself in her dreamy daze. She did look like she was about to passout outside of her thoughts, since she’d been standing there with her eyes closed for so long. They weren’t busy at all, so she didn’t really care anyways.
A tall, thin black haired man wearing a school uniform walked in. His hair was spiky, but slicked back a bit, and he looked over the different baked goods in the store, before approaching the counter, “Hello. I’m just wondering if you know about anyone named Kira Yoshikage. Has he been here before?”
The student was clearly muscular despite his slim build, and certainly had an air of confidence about him, but didn’t seem arrogant about it.
Caesar made a startled little squeaking noise when his voice rang in her ears so suddenly. She opened her big green eyes as her face started to flush in embarrassment. She wasn’t really paying attention at all.
Putting her small hands down on the counter she looked up at him for a moment, her watery eyes searching his face. “Y..Yoshikage… Kira? It sounds familiar… but I only take names on credit cards, online orders or call ins..”
“Hm… Perhaps if you could check your records? Maybe if he’s called in at some point? If he had any special orders?” He asked hopefully, glancing down to her nametag.
“Caesar, huh? Rare to find an Italian name in Morioh. My name’s Jonathan, just call me Jowi.”
“Um.. w-would you like to help me? I’m afraid all of my records are on paper…” Caesar replies in a shy tone, almost sinking under the counter to hide from his odd stare.
She remains above the counter though, fumbling with the cat shaped name tag pinned to her frilly pink apron. “Oh, I’m not from here.. It seems you aren’t either with a British name like Jonathan. I’ve always loved that name…”
He chuckled and nodded, “My family is from London, but I am from Morioh.” He replied, “But yes, I would be happy to help you go through your records.”
He walked around and behind the counter, a soft and happy expression on his face.
It was the middle of summer and the town was bustling with people, teenagers living life as they pleased since school wasn’t taking up their entire day. Caesar was settled behind the counter of her bakery, listening to the sound of children laughing in the park across the street. She was leaning against the counter, her eyes closed lightly as she listened to the world around her, ears twitching at any new sound falling within her range of hearing.
What a lovely, quiet little town. I’m glad I settled down here instead of Tokyo. Caesar thought to herself in her dreamy daze. She did look like she was about to passout outside of her thoughts, since she’d been standing there with her eyes closed for so long. They weren’t busy at all, so she didn’t really care anyways.
A tall, thin black haired man wearing a school uniform walked in. His hair was spiky, but slicked back a bit, and he looked over the different baked goods in the store, before approaching the counter, “Hello. I’m just wondering if you know about anyone named Kira Yoshikage. Has he been here before?”
The student was clearly muscular despite his slim build, and certainly had an air of confidence about him, but didn’t seem arrogant about it.
Caesar made a startled little squeaking noise when his voice rang in her ears so suddenly. She opened her big green eyes as her face started to flush in embarrassment. She wasn’t really paying attention at all.
Putting her small hands down on the counter she looked up at him for a moment, her watery eyes searching his face. “Y..Yoshikage… Kira? It sounds familiar… but I only take names on credit cards, online orders or call ins..”
“Hm… Perhaps if you could check your records? Maybe if he’s called in at some point? If he had any special orders?” He asked hopefully, glancing down to her nametag.
“Caesar, huh? Rare to find an Italian name in Morioh. My name’s Jonathan, just call me Jowi.”
It was the middle of summer and the town was bustling with people, teenagers living life as they pleased since school wasn’t taking up their entire day. Caesar was settled behind the counter of her bakery, listening to the sound of children laughing in the park across the street. She was leaning against the counter, her eyes closed lightly as she listened to the world around her, ears twitching at any new sound falling within her range of hearing.
What a lovely, quiet little town. I’m glad I settled down here instead of Tokyo. Caesar thought to herself in her dreamy daze. She did look like she was about to passout outside of her thoughts, since she’d been standing there with her eyes closed for so long. They weren’t busy at all, so she didn’t really care anyways.
A tall, thin black haired man wearing a school uniform walked in. His hair was spiky, but slicked back a bit, and he looked over the different baked goods in the store, before approaching the counter, “Hello. I’m just wondering if you know about anyone named Kira Yoshikage. Has he been here before?”
The student was clearly muscular despite his slim build, and certainly had an air of confidence about him, but didn’t seem arrogant about it.
Jowi arrived at the restaurant early, just to be safe. He was a little bit nervous, but he kept his cool as he awaited his date.
Monty Crue. A beautiful girl he had met just over two years ago during his earlier days at the Speedwagon Foundation. Looking back at it, he had been incredibly lucky to meet a girl like her. Talented, beautiful, smart, and caring.
He thought back to how she had reacted to him when they first met, and how he faked her out with his stand. He smiled, fondly remembering those days of his life.
As he snapped out of it, he saw Monty arriving, walking over to greet her, “Good evening, Ms. Crue. You look spectacular as always.”
Tama raised an eyebrow at the man who approached her. “You work for the Speedwagon foundation? I’m sorry, you are…?”
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Tama raised an eyebrow at the man who approached her. “You work for the Speedwagon foundation? I’m sorry, you are…?”
@jotaro-fuckin-kujo
Tama raised an eyebrow at the man who approached her. “You work for the Speedwagon foundation? I’m sorry, you are…?”
@jotaro-fuckin-kujo
Tama raised an eyebrow at the man who approached her. “You work for the Speedwagon foundation? I’m sorry, you are…?”
@jotaro-fuckin-kujo
Tama raised an eyebrow at the man who approached her. “You work for the Speedwagon foundation? I’m sorry, you are…?”
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Retrieve the Arrow!
Jowi walked up to the meeting spot, wearing a fancy Italian suit with a zipper on the front of it, waiting for Monty. The business attire actually fit him, and his hair was combed to look more neat and organized. With him, he carried a briefcase with two other Stand Arrows inside.
Jowi mumbled something about stopping time, as they advanced to the vault, but then spoke up, “Well, at least she didn’t try to kill me. Last time I met a girl’s parents, three of my friends died, and another one gained Ultimate power. Italy was bizarre.”
Retrieve the Arrow!
Jowi walked up to the meeting spot, wearing a fancy Italian suit with a zipper on the front of it, waiting for Monty. The business attire actually fit him, and his hair was combed to look more neat and organized. With him, he carried a briefcase with two other Stand Arrows inside.
“These arrows seem to bring trouble wherever they go. Has anyone been cut by the arrow since then? And if so, did they start seeing anything unusual?” He asked, “That is also rather common.”
“No one except Montgomery and my ex, I’m afraid. He locked it away in the vault almost immediately afterwards.” The old woman took a sip of her tea, “no one goes down there. But then, I don’t think anyone wants to.”
Jowi nodded, “Well, seeing as how you’re already involved in this, having witnessed the aftermath of what must have been a Stand Ability… perhaps you’d like to hear about this from your daughter?” He asked, reaching for the zipper on his suit.
“What would she want with me?” The elder sighed, eyes brimming with tears, “I took away her childhood. I shunned her when she needed me. What happened wasn’t her fault and yet, I made her feel like it was.”
Jowi opened the Zipper, allowing Monty to see and come out of the pocket dimension, “The fact that you know that you have done wrong is proof enough that you care. But Monty should be the one to tell you about Stands.”
Monty took the sides and slid out, stumbling slightly before regaining her balance. “I’ve got to say; best place to meditate. It’s nice and quiet.” She then turned to the old woman, who only stared. “Hello mother. Long time no see.” Her mother shook her head. “Montgomery. You always knew how to make an entrance.” The singer glanced over at Jowi. “You don’t giving us a minute alone, do you?”
“Oh, yeah, absolutely.” He said, “Oh, and by the way, I can find out what happened to that guy ten years ago. Just for thought when you’re done and all!”
With that he left the room, leaving them in private, and releasing Sticky Fingers as a stand.
“I never thought he would leave.” Her mother muttered, “you could have just come by yourself you know.” Monty sighed, taking Jowi’s spot. “And be turned away at the door? No. We need to talk, face to face, especially since you plan on remarrying papa. I’m not going to let you hurt him again.” The singer hissed through her teeth, “I will tell you that now.” The older woman sat her cup down. “Anything else, Montgomery?” She inquired sharply. “Nope. Except the code to the vault.” The singer retorted. The elder sighed, sliding a small piece of paper towards her with numbers written on it. “You have an hour to get it out of this house.” Monty snatched the paper up. “With pleasure. Mother.” And with that, she opened the door, nodding to Jowi. “Let’s go.”
“Didn’t go well, I imagine.” He said, following her, “Why don’t you try and make up with her? Get along with your family? I mean, if you’re really sure it won’t work out then, I guess I can’t force you… I guess I’m just trying to say I’ve seen both sides of the coin when it comes to family.”
Retrieve the Arrow!
Jowi walked up to the meeting spot, wearing a fancy Italian suit with a zipper on the front of it, waiting for Monty. The business attire actually fit him, and his hair was combed to look more neat and organized. With him, he carried a briefcase with two other Stand Arrows inside.
“These arrows seem to bring trouble wherever they go. Has anyone been cut by the arrow since then? And if so, did they start seeing anything unusual?” He asked, “That is also rather common.”
“No one except Montgomery and my ex, I’m afraid. He locked it away in the vault almost immediately afterwards.” The old woman took a sip of her tea, “no one goes down there. But then, I don’t think anyone wants to.”
Jowi nodded, “Well, seeing as how you’re already involved in this, having witnessed the aftermath of what must have been a Stand Ability… perhaps you’d like to hear about this from your daughter?” He asked, reaching for the zipper on his suit.
“What would she want with me?” The elder sighed, eyes brimming with tears, “I took away her childhood. I shunned her when she needed me. What happened wasn’t her fault and yet, I made her feel like it was.”
Jowi opened the Zipper, allowing Monty to see and come out of the pocket dimension, “The fact that you know that you have done wrong is proof enough that you care. But Monty should be the one to tell you about Stands.”
Monty took the sides and slid out, stumbling slightly before regaining her balance. “I’ve got to say; best place to meditate. It’s nice and quiet.” She then turned to the old woman, who only stared. “Hello mother. Long time no see.” Her mother shook her head. “Montgomery. You always knew how to make an entrance.” The singer glanced over at Jowi. “You don’t giving us a minute alone, do you?”
“Oh, yeah, absolutely.” He said, “Oh, and by the way, I can find out what happened to that guy ten years ago. Just for thought when you’re done and all!”
With that he left the room, leaving them in private, and releasing Sticky Fingers as a stand.
Retrieve the Arrow!
Jowi walked up to the meeting spot, wearing a fancy Italian suit with a zipper on the front of it, waiting for Monty. The business attire actually fit him, and his hair was combed to look more neat and organized. With him, he carried a briefcase with two other Stand Arrows inside.
“These arrows seem to bring trouble wherever they go. Has anyone been cut by the arrow since then? And if so, did they start seeing anything unusual?” He asked, “That is also rather common.”
“No one except Montgomery and my ex, I’m afraid. He locked it away in the vault almost immediately afterwards.” The old woman took a sip of her tea, “no one goes down there. But then, I don’t think anyone wants to.”
Jowi nodded, “Well, seeing as how you’re already involved in this, having witnessed the aftermath of what must have been a Stand Ability… perhaps you’d like to hear about this from your daughter?” He asked, reaching for the zipper on his suit.
“What would she want with me?” The elder sighed, eyes brimming with tears, “I took away her childhood. I shunned her when she needed me. What happened wasn’t her fault and yet, I made her feel like it was.”
Jowi opened the Zipper, allowing Monty to see and come out of the pocket dimension, “The fact that you know that you have done wrong is proof enough that you care. But Monty should be the one to tell you about Stands.”
Retrieve the Arrow!
Jowi walked up to the meeting spot, wearing a fancy Italian suit with a zipper on the front of it, waiting for Monty. The business attire actually fit him, and his hair was combed to look more neat and organized. With him, he carried a briefcase with two other Stand Arrows inside.
“These arrows seem to bring trouble wherever they go. Has anyone been cut by the arrow since then? And if so, did they start seeing anything unusual?” He asked, “That is also rather common.”
“No one except Montgomery and my ex, I’m afraid. He locked it away in the vault almost immediately afterwards.” The old woman took a sip of her tea, “no one goes down there. But then, I don’t think anyone wants to.”
Jowi nodded, “Well, seeing as how you’re already involved in this, having witnessed the aftermath of what must have been a Stand Ability… perhaps you’d like to hear about this from your daughter?” He asked, reaching for the zipper on his suit.
Retrieve the Arrow!
Jowi walked up to the meeting spot, wearing a fancy Italian suit with a zipper on the front of it, waiting for Monty. The business attire actually fit him, and his hair was combed to look more neat and organized. With him, he carried a briefcase with two other Stand Arrows inside.
“These arrows seem to bring trouble wherever they go. Has anyone been cut by the arrow since then? And if so, did they start seeing anything unusual?” He asked, “That is also rather common.”
Retrieve the Arrow!
Jowi walked up to the meeting spot, wearing a fancy Italian suit with a zipper on the front of it, waiting for Monty. The business attire actually fit him, and his hair was combed to look more neat and organized. With him, he carried a briefcase with two other Stand Arrows inside.
“Understandable.” He replied, hurrying up the stairs to meet with Monty’s mother, arriving to the room a few minutes before they were to meet, briefcase in hand,
“Miss Crue.” He said, as he approached the table, “I hope you’re having a good day.”
The woman sitting before him sighed, eyes once a brilliant emerald green much like her daughters now dull. “It’s been adequate.” She replied coldly, “That was very kind of you to ask though.”
“Well, I’m sure that the Speedwagon Foundation notified you as to why I’m here?” He asked, sitting down, and placing the briefcase beside him.
He was unfazed by her demeanor, ready for anything, but didn’t let that be apparent.
The old woman nodded. “Yes. Needless to say, I’m not surprised.” The maid that had answered the door stepped in, a silver tray in hand. She set it on the table between them, bowed and left as quickly as possible. The elder reached for the pot and poured a cup of hot tea. “I take it Montgomery is the one who told you.” She stated flatly, holding it out to him, “Is she here, with you?”
He was silent for a moment, and then sighed, “Yes. Now, I don’t want any issues. That arrow is very dangerous. It was used by a serial killer in my hometown of Morioh a few years ago. If at all possible, I would like to buy the arrow from you.”
Monty’s mother chuckled. “Buy it? You can have the damn thing for nothing, for all I care.” She poured herself a cup, a heaping spoon of sugar following. “Even if it won’t change anything.”
“What do you mean? Has something happened with the Arrow?” He inquired, a little concerned, “did someone die because of it?”
Retrieve the Arrow!
Jowi walked up to the meeting spot, wearing a fancy Italian suit with a zipper on the front of it, waiting for Monty. The business attire actually fit him, and his hair was combed to look more neat and organized. With him, he carried a briefcase with two other Stand Arrows inside.
“Understandable.” He replied, hurrying up the stairs to meet with Monty’s mother, arriving to the room a few minutes before they were to meet, briefcase in hand,
“Miss Crue.” He said, as he approached the table, “I hope you’re having a good day.”
The woman sitting before him sighed, eyes once a brilliant emerald green much like her daughters now dull. “It’s been adequate.” She replied coldly, “That was very kind of you to ask though.”
“Well, I’m sure that the Speedwagon Foundation notified you as to why I’m here?” He asked, sitting down, and placing the briefcase beside him.
He was unfazed by her demeanor, ready for anything, but didn’t let that be apparent.
The old woman nodded. “Yes. Needless to say, I’m not surprised.” The maid that had answered the door stepped in, a silver tray in hand. She set it on the table between them, bowed and left as quickly as possible. The elder reached for the pot and poured a cup of hot tea. “I take it Montgomery is the one who told you.” She stated flatly, holding it out to him, “Is she here, with you?”
He was silent for a moment, and then sighed, “Yes. Now, I don’t want any issues. That arrow is very dangerous. It was used by a serial killer in my hometown of Morioh a few years ago. If at all possible, I would like to buy the arrow from you.”
Retrieve the Arrow!
Jowi walked up to the meeting spot, wearing a fancy Italian suit with a zipper on the front of it, waiting for Monty. The business attire actually fit him, and his hair was combed to look more neat and organized. With him, he carried a briefcase with two other Stand Arrows inside.
“Understandable.” He replied, hurrying up the stairs to meet with Monty’s mother, arriving to the room a few minutes before they were to meet, briefcase in hand,
“Miss Crue.” He said, as he approached the table, “I hope you’re having a good day.”
The woman sitting before him sighed, eyes once a brilliant emerald green much like her daughters now dull. “It’s been adequate.” She replied coldly, “That was very kind of you to ask though.”
“Well, I’m sure that the Speedwagon Foundation notified you as to why I’m here?” He asked, sitting down, and placing the briefcase beside him.
He was unfazed by her demeanor, ready for anything, but didn’t let that be apparent.
Retrieve the Arrow!
Jowi walked up to the meeting spot, wearing a fancy Italian suit with a zipper on the front of it, waiting for Monty. The business attire actually fit him, and his hair was combed to look more neat and organized. With him, he carried a briefcase with two other Stand Arrows inside.
“Understandable.” He replied, hurrying up the stairs to meet with Monty’s mother, arriving to the room a few minutes before they were to meet, briefcase in hand,
“Miss Crue.” He said, as he approached the table, “I hope you’re having a good day.”
Retrieve the Arrow!
Jowi walked up to the meeting spot, wearing a fancy Italian suit with a zipper on the front of it, waiting for Monty. The business attire actually fit him, and his hair was combed to look more neat and organized. With him, he carried a briefcase with two other Stand Arrows inside.
Monty sighed, fingering the clasp of her wristlet nervously. It had been a little over a decade since she last saw her mother, a confident business woman who ran her company with cold elegance. Though from what her brother had informed her the night before last, she hadn’t been doing so well lately. Which worried the singer. “Jowi? Is that you?” She called out.
“Well, I don’t have a Stand that can really fix that… Crazy Diamond doesn’t work on illnesses and such… maybe Gold Experience… but if I’m gonna sneak you in, I’m either gonna need Sticky Fingers, or you’re gonna have to make yourself invisible with your stand, and just stay by me.” He thought of the possibilities as best he could.
“I only hope it’s just her and Jim.” Monty shifted nervously on her heels. “I’d hate for you to deal with either of the Twins. Or Alison.”
“I’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry about me. So, how are we bringing you in? Sticky fingers or hiding in plain sight?”
“Probably better to go with sticky fingers.” Monty replied, “if you don’t mind.”
“Alright.” He said, unzipping the zipper on his suit jacket, with a pocket dimention hole on the other side, “So, uh… yeah…. this is gonna be a little weird.”
“Just don’t rattle me around too much.” Monty quipped, taking hold of the sides, “It takes a lot of mental strength to keep up an illusion, but it’s been a long week and I’ve exhausted just about all I have.”
“Fair enough. But if we get in a fight, you’ve gotta get out of here. This Stand’s user is dead, and I’m not sure how long I can hold it in a fight.” He explained, as she climbed inside, “But hopefully it won’t come to that.”
“Hopefully. And…I wanted to talk to mother. Face to face. I mean, it’s been almost a decade.” Monty muttered, “surely, we can speak like adults.”
“Then would you rather just come with me normally?” He asked, “If things get rough I have a vast lineup of Stands that can get us out of a bad spot. I mean worst that could happen is she doesn’t let you in?”
The singer shook her head. “No. I have to do this. Besides, if she does have a stand, I think she’d rather listen to family than a stranger, no matter how distant.”
“So into the zipper rather than walking up there with me it is.” He said,zipping her in,and walking up to the estate, ringing the bell at the front, and waiting for a response.
The door creaked open and a maid popped her head out, smiling. “Ah, hello! You must be Miss Crue’s appointment.” She stepped aside. “Please do come in!”
“Thank you. I am a representative of the Speedwagon Foundation’s Archeological Division, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said to the maid, reaching out his hand to shake
Retrieve the Arrow!
Jowi walked up to the meeting spot, wearing a fancy Italian suit with a zipper on the front of it, waiting for Monty. The business attire actually fit him, and his hair was combed to look more neat and organized. With him, he carried a briefcase with two other Stand Arrows inside.
Monty sighed, fingering the clasp of her wristlet nervously. It had been a little over a decade since she last saw her mother, a confident business woman who ran her company with cold elegance. Though from what her brother had informed her the night before last, she hadn’t been doing so well lately. Which worried the singer. “Jowi? Is that you?” She called out.
“Well, I don’t have a Stand that can really fix that… Crazy Diamond doesn’t work on illnesses and such… maybe Gold Experience… but if I’m gonna sneak you in, I’m either gonna need Sticky Fingers, or you’re gonna have to make yourself invisible with your stand, and just stay by me.” He thought of the possibilities as best he could.
“I only hope it’s just her and Jim.” Monty shifted nervously on her heels. “I’d hate for you to deal with either of the Twins. Or Alison.”
“I’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry about me. So, how are we bringing you in? Sticky fingers or hiding in plain sight?”
“Probably better to go with sticky fingers.” Monty replied, “if you don’t mind.”
“Alright.” He said, unzipping the zipper on his suit jacket, with a pocket dimention hole on the other side, “So, uh… yeah…. this is gonna be a little weird.”
“Just don’t rattle me around too much.” Monty quipped, taking hold of the sides, “It takes a lot of mental strength to keep up an illusion, but it’s been a long week and I’ve exhausted just about all I have.”
“Fair enough. But if we get in a fight, you’ve gotta get out of here. This Stand’s user is dead, and I’m not sure how long I can hold it in a fight.” He explained, as she climbed inside, “But hopefully it won’t come to that.”
“Hopefully. And…I wanted to talk to mother. Face to face. I mean, it’s been almost a decade.” Monty muttered, “surely, we can speak like adults.”
“Then would you rather just come with me normally?” He asked, “If things get rough I have a vast lineup of Stands that can get us out of a bad spot. I mean worst that could happen is she doesn’t let you in?”
The singer shook her head. “No. I have to do this. Besides, if she does have a stand, I think she’d rather listen to family than a stranger, no matter how distant.”
“So into the zipper rather than walking up there with me it is.” He said,zipping her in,and walking up to the estate, ringing the bell at the front, and waiting for a response.
Retrieve the Arrow!
Jowi walked up to the meeting spot, wearing a fancy Italian suit with a zipper on the front of it, waiting for Monty. The business attire actually fit him, and his hair was combed to look more neat and organized. With him, he carried a briefcase with two other Stand Arrows inside.
Monty sighed, fingering the clasp of her wristlet nervously. It had been a little over a decade since she last saw her mother, a confident business woman who ran her company with cold elegance. Though from what her brother had informed her the night before last, she hadn’t been doing so well lately. Which worried the singer. “Jowi? Is that you?” She called out.
“Well, I don’t have a Stand that can really fix that… Crazy Diamond doesn’t work on illnesses and such… maybe Gold Experience… but if I’m gonna sneak you in, I’m either gonna need Sticky Fingers, or you’re gonna have to make yourself invisible with your stand, and just stay by me.” He thought of the possibilities as best he could.
“I only hope it’s just her and Jim.” Monty shifted nervously on her heels. “I’d hate for you to deal with either of the Twins. Or Alison.”
“I’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry about me. So, how are we bringing you in? Sticky fingers or hiding in plain sight?”
“Probably better to go with sticky fingers.” Monty replied, “if you don’t mind.”
“Alright.” He said, unzipping the zipper on his suit jacket, with a pocket dimention hole on the other side, “So, uh… yeah…. this is gonna be a little weird.”
“Just don’t rattle me around too much.” Monty quipped, taking hold of the sides, “It takes a lot of mental strength to keep up an illusion, but it’s been a long week and I’ve exhausted just about all I have.”
“Fair enough. But if we get in a fight, you’ve gotta get out of here. This Stand’s user is dead, and I’m not sure how long I can hold it in a fight.” He explained, as she climbed inside, “But hopefully it won’t come to that.”
Can Gold Experience Requiem turn Kars back into a pillar man?
What happens if a vampire uses the Stone mask with a flawless Red Stone?
What is Hierophant Green’s range?
Why is Hierophant green basically the only stand that has a built-in ranged attack?
What the hell is up with Echoes? Act 2 can apparently bend reality, and act 3’s power is straight outta left field.
Why is Venezia called Venice outside of Italy?
Retrieve the Arrow!
Jowi walked up to the meeting spot, wearing a fancy Italian suit with a zipper on the front of it, waiting for Monty. The business attire actually fit him, and his hair was combed to look more neat and organized. With him, he carried a briefcase with two other Stand Arrows inside.
Monty sighed, fingering the clasp of her wristlet nervously. It had been a little over a decade since she last saw her mother, a confident business woman who ran her company with cold elegance. Though from what her brother had informed her the night before last, she hadn’t been doing so well lately. Which worried the singer. “Jowi? Is that you?” She called out.
“Well, I don’t have a Stand that can really fix that… Crazy Diamond doesn’t work on illnesses and such… maybe Gold Experience… but if I’m gonna sneak you in, I’m either gonna need Sticky Fingers, or you’re gonna have to make yourself invisible with your stand, and just stay by me.” He thought of the possibilities as best he could.
“I only hope it’s just her and Jim.” Monty shifted nervously on her heels. “I’d hate for you to deal with either of the Twins. Or Alison.”
“I’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry about me. So, how are we bringing you in? Sticky fingers or hiding in plain sight?”
“Probably better to go with sticky fingers.” Monty replied, “if you don’t mind.”
“Alright.” He said, unzipping the zipper on his suit jacket, with a pocket dimention hole on the other side, “So, uh… yeah…. this is gonna be a little weird.”
Retrieve the Arrow!
Jowi walked up to the meeting spot, wearing a fancy Italian suit with a zipper on the front of it, waiting for Monty. The business attire actually fit him, and his hair was combed to look more neat and organized. With him, he carried a briefcase with two other Stand Arrows inside.
Monty sighed, fingering the clasp of her wristlet nervously. It had been a little over a decade since she last saw her mother, a confident business woman who ran her company with cold elegance. Though from what her brother had informed her the night before last, she hadn’t been doing so well lately. Which worried the singer. “Jowi? Is that you?” She called out.
“Well, I don’t have a Stand that can really fix that… Crazy Diamond doesn’t work on illnesses and such… maybe Gold Experience… but if I’m gonna sneak you in, I’m either gonna need Sticky Fingers, or you’re gonna have to make yourself invisible with your stand, and just stay by me.” He thought of the possibilities as best he could.
“I only hope it’s just her and Jim.” Monty shifted nervously on her heels. “I’d hate for you to deal with either of the Twins. Or Alison.”
“I’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry about me. So, how are we bringing you in? Sticky fingers or hiding in plain sight?”
Retrieve the Arrow!
Jowi walked up to the meeting spot, wearing a fancy Italian suit with a zipper on the front of it, waiting for Monty. The business attire actually fit him, and his hair was combed to look more neat and organized. With him, he carried a briefcase with two other Stand Arrows inside.
Monty sighed, fingering the clasp of her wristlet nervously. It had been a little over a decade since she last saw her mother, a confident business woman who ran her company with cold elegance. Though from what her brother had informed her the night before last, she hadn’t been doing so well lately. Which worried the singer. “Jowi? Is that you?” She called out.
“Well, I don’t have a Stand that can really fix that… Crazy Diamond doesn’t work on illnesses and such… maybe Gold Experience… but if I’m gonna sneak you in, I’m either gonna need Sticky Fingers, or you’re gonna have to make yourself invisible with your stand, and just stay by me.” He thought of the possibilities as best he could.
Retrieve the Arrow!
Jowi walked up to the meeting spot, wearing a fancy Italian suit with a zipper on the front of it, waiting for Monty. The business attire actually fit him, and his hair was combed to look more neat and organized. With him, he carried a briefcase with two other Stand Arrows inside.
Monty sighed, fingering the clasp of her wristlet nervously. It had been a little over a decade since she last saw her mother, a confident business woman who ran her company with cold elegance. Though from what her brother had informed her the night before last, she hadn’t been doing so well lately. Which worried the singer. “Jowi? Is that you?” She called out.
“Indeed it is.” He replied,giving a little bow, “What’s the scoop? I’ve got a blank check in my pocket, and plenty of money to work with.”
Jowi walked up to the meeting spot, wearing a fancy Italian suit with a zipper on the front of it, waiting for Monty. The business attire actually fit him, and his hair was combed to look more neat and organized. With him, he carried a briefcase with two other Stand Arrows inside.
I told you I’d come back. (Closed rp)
Jowi Arrived at the cafe that Monty had told him to meet her at, and took out his cell phone, dialing her number. After two years in Italy, he had come back to fulfill his promise. He was wearing a light jacket, and a white T-shirt covered in gear designs, with his usual black jeans, and called her, “Hey, Monty. I’m at the cafe. I was just wondering if you’d wanna meet up?”
“Welp… I’ll just have to be ready for anything… I don’t know how many stand users I can fight at once, even with my abilities… I could perhaps sneak you in with me using Sticky Fingers…”
He paused and thought about the logistics of it for a moment, “Yeah, that could be a pretty safe bet for if things go sour…”
“I’ll give Jim a call too. At least then, we’ll know a little of what’s going on.” Monty replied, “granted, I’m not looking forward to it.”
“The more information we have, the better. But for now, let’s just relax and eat. I just got back from an adventure, I’d at least like a few hours break before my next one.”
I told you I’d come back. (Closed rp)
Jowi Arrived at the cafe that Monty had told him to meet her at, and took out his cell phone, dialing her number. After two years in Italy, he had come back to fulfill his promise. He was wearing a light jacket, and a white T-shirt covered in gear designs, with his usual black jeans, and called her, “Hey, Monty. I’m at the cafe. I was just wondering if you’d wanna meet up?”
“Welp… I’ll just have to be ready for anything… I don’t know how many stand users I can fight at once, even with my abilities… I could perhaps sneak you in with me using Sticky Fingers…”
He paused and thought about the logistics of it for a moment, “Yeah, that could be a pretty safe bet for if things go sour…”
I told you I’d come back. (Closed rp)
Jowi Arrived at the cafe that Monty had told him to meet her at, and took out his cell phone, dialing her number. After two years in Italy, he had come back to fulfill his promise. He was wearing a light jacket, and a white T-shirt covered in gear designs, with his usual black jeans, and called her, “Hey, Monty. I’m at the cafe. I was just wondering if you’d wanna meet up?”
“Very well. Is your family estate nearby? I have a business suit with me, and I’ll make the necessary calls to the Foundation to arrange a pickup. But first, perhaps we should eat?” He asked, opening the zipper back up and climbing out of the table.
The singer followed, still frowning. “You can’t miss it. Just don’t say you heard anything from me or my father. Things got pretty bad during the divorce.”
“Hmmmm… very well then… I think I have a cover story… though if she has a Stand then that would get complicated…”
He frowned, and then shrugged, “I’ll figure it out when I get to it. Right now, I want a good burger. Everywhere I went in Italy it was just fancy food paid for by Passione, you kinda get to miss simple stuff.”
Monty took her seat and sighed. “Mother doesn’t. She got the house and custody of my other siblings.” She glanced at the menu, “I’ve been a good girl, I suppose I can cheat just once.”
“Mmmm… that’s an odd separation… and your mother seems like… a less than desirable acquaintance. And if she’s had the arrow for an extended period of time, then it’s likely she has a Stand, as well…”
“Even if it’s in the vault?” Monty shuddered, “mother probably thinks she’s lost her mind by now.”
“That many people around a single Arrow? Probably all stand users to be frank.” Jowi replied, before ordering his burger, “Ever contact your other siblings?”
I told you I’d come back. (Closed rp)
Jowi Arrived at the cafe that Monty had told him to meet her at, and took out his cell phone, dialing her number. After two years in Italy, he had come back to fulfill his promise. He was wearing a light jacket, and a white T-shirt covered in gear designs, with his usual black jeans, and called her, “Hey, Monty. I’m at the cafe. I was just wondering if you’d wanna meet up?”
“Very well. Is your family estate nearby? I have a business suit with me, and I’ll make the necessary calls to the Foundation to arrange a pickup. But first, perhaps we should eat?” He asked, opening the zipper back up and climbing out of the table.
The singer followed, still frowning. “You can’t miss it. Just don’t say you heard anything from me or my father. Things got pretty bad during the divorce.”
“Hmmmm… very well then… I think I have a cover story… though if she has a Stand then that would get complicated…”
He frowned, and then shrugged, “I’ll figure it out when I get to it. Right now, I want a good burger. Everywhere I went in Italy it was just fancy food paid for by Passione, you kinda get to miss simple stuff.”
Monty took her seat and sighed. “Mother doesn’t. She got the house and custody of my other siblings.” She glanced at the menu, “I’ve been a good girl, I suppose I can cheat just once.”
“Mmmm… that’s an odd separation… and your mother seems like… a less than desirable acquaintance. And if she’s had the arrow for an extended period of time, then it’s likely she has a Stand, as well…”
I told you I’d come back. (Closed rp)
Jowi Arrived at the cafe that Monty had told him to meet her at, and took out his cell phone, dialing her number. After two years in Italy, he had come back to fulfill his promise. He was wearing a light jacket, and a white T-shirt covered in gear designs, with his usual black jeans, and called her, “Hey, Monty. I’m at the cafe. I was just wondering if you’d wanna meet up?”
“Very well. Is your family estate nearby? I have a business suit with me, and I’ll make the necessary calls to the Foundation to arrange a pickup. But first, perhaps we should eat?” He asked, opening the zipper back up and climbing out of the table.
The singer followed, still frowning. “You can’t miss it. Just don’t say you heard anything from me or my father. Things got pretty bad during the divorce.”
“Hmmmm… very well then… I think I have a cover story… though if she has a Stand then that would get complicated…”
He frowned, and then shrugged, “I’ll figure it out when I get to it. Right now, I want a good burger. Everywhere I went in Italy it was just fancy food paid for by Passione, you kinda get to miss simple stuff.”