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"Joestar, you've got a visitor." The guard informed the inmate. "Oooh, lucky me," The man replied, putting down his bible, as he and the guard left the prison church. Jose Joestar was a very devoted Christian. he wore custom prison-made jeans decorated with the cross and a noose around his neck. The guards never seemed to care. As they walked they passed the infirmary, where the sound of bulls could be heard echoing. Moments later they reached the visitor's room, which contained a room with a table and two chairs, separated by a plexiglass wall. "You two have six minutes." The guard informed them. "Thanks," Jorrin Joestar replied, "Hey, bro. How's life?"
"I'm in prison for the next 11 years, so, it could be better. How's Jinx?"
"She's doing well, we're going on tour, and we're gonna play in THIS prison! Like the Sex Pistols!" Jorrin lowered his voice to a whisper. "And we could break you out!"
"You could, but you shouldn't. If you're referring to the bail situation, I forgive you two. I've found God in this prison. Besides, I have some business to attend to. Go play you're little band shows, I'm proud of you. That Cars guy seems to have been keeping you guys in check."
The guard leaned over to Jose, "two minutes."
"Any last things you want to tell me, Jorrin?"
"Nope, just that we'll see you at 3:20 in the morning."
"Guard, we're done here. I request to use the remaining free time I have in the church. I and the pastor have been talking about a potential job." Jose told the guard, leaving the room.
Name: Jose Joestar
Place of birth: Puebla, Mexico
Stand: St. Anger
Namesake: St. Anger (song by Metallica)(Technically its also an album, but I'm specifically referencing the SONG)
Ability (short): Damage manifestation
Ability (Long): The Stand takes the form of the noose tied tightly around Jose's neck. it is activated when Jose purposely harms himself. it will only activate when Hose harms HIMSELF on PURPOSE. This pain is stored and can be later used to create semi-physical weapons. (so if he stabs himself, the pain is transferred, and can later be turned into a dagger).
Just Updated
2011. The year it all changed. The whole world experienced some true disaster. The aftermath happened differently for many people. Some experienced confusion with their surroundings, not knowing how they got where they stood. Some witnessed their loved ones disappear or reappear as different people they once were. But it all began one day of 2011.
All things started accelerating. The sun and moon changed places one after another, each time faster. The metal started to rust, the mountains erode, then all people and animals were floating in space, in the form they were created by the Universe beforehand. The Universe that came to an end.
The incident of the universal change was known to many people that continued to live on in the new universe. But it wasn't the end, as the universe changed once more, supposedly coming back to the things that used to be. Those who thought that, surely were mistaken.
Joseph Joestar started that day of 2011 by waking up bedridden. 91 year old senile head of the Joestar bloodline, didn't have the strength he once had. His Hamon abilities deterred from lack of training. His mind of old geezer weren't as sharp as it used to be. The sly Joseph Joestar, who once outsmarted the outsmarting of his foes, now were suffering from dementia. He needed to be taken care of by Speedwagon Foundation personnel. Yet, his mind was sharp in the moments that mattered.
His effort to raise Shizuka Joestar, his adoptive daughter, was keeping his mind in the state of constant happiness woven together with worry. Her invisibility Stand called Achtung Baby, made Joseph's effort troublesome, but he found a way to incorporate it in Shizuka's upbringing.
When Shizuka was old enough to walk, he started playing hide and seek with her. She won everytime, but she had started to control her Stand to appear when needed to, most of the times giggling from successfully outsmarting her adopted dad in a child's play. The Joseph was happy seeing progress in young Shizuka's ability. They were visited quite some time by other Joestar family members, Josuke and Jotaro alike. Holly was hesitant to invite them at first, seeing result of her father cheating, but she came around, thinking that Josuke is her brother and she can't leave young Higashikata without family support. The Joseph was living his final day surrounded by family. He didn't know their names or who they are exactly, but he knew he was loved.
On that feral day of 2011, Joseph Joestar was visited by a man in a white apron who was giving him his meds. Then suddenly, the water he was drinking started evaporating in his cup. When they both looked outside, the sun and moon changed places with exponential speed. Then their clothes disappeared as the world around them did the same. Joseph Joestar in his senile mind couldn't comprehend what was happening. Was it a bad dream?
Suddenly, he appeared in his bed once again, without medic by his side. Then the world disappeared again, and Joseph also returned to his bed. The man in his 40s were standning before him. His face was familiar, but his way of acting was different from the one he knew. He was calm, and although the person he knew was calm, there was lack of some stubborness he used to know. The man spoke to Joseph:
"Hello Grandpa. You're finally awake."
Yes, excuse me grandson, could you remind me of your name?"
"Sure thing. I am Jotaro"
"I see. What brings you here Jotaro?"
"You see, I wanted to tell you we are gonna have guests. My daughter is coming home with her boyfriend and friends."
"Ah huh. I see. If they arrive, let them out of here. I am already confused with only few people we have as residents."
"I understand. Let me know if you need anything."
Next, a 12 year old girl came to his room running and gasping for air from panic.
"Papa Joseph! It's me, Shizuka, you are my papa. I need to talk to you, something weird and scary happened."
"Ok, young lady. I know you are my loved one, I see you all the time here. What troubles you?" Joseph said in curious but worried manner.
"Well, there was some strange thing happening. First the water rose and the sun was going ZOOM! across the sky. Then the earth disappeared and my clothes too. And then and then I appeared in the house again. It happened twice! I asked uncle Jotaro, but he was behaving strange. He is scaring me. He can't be having guests from his daughter. He just can't." Shizouka replied, startled and tearing up.
"Shizouka wait, I am not as fast as you in talk. Why are you worried about the guests of Jotaro? Why his daughter is scary to you, I thought she is family." Joseph said, while he was taking the water cup to quench his thirst.
"Papa Joseph, you don't know? Jotaro's daughter is in jail."
Splash!!!
The water cup landed at the side of the bed. Joseph's lips started to twitch and his eyes started blinking rapidly
"Papa Jo-" Shizouka started to speak, but stopped immediately upon seeing thing she hasn't seen her Papa do before. The rapidly blinking eye looked like a morning sunhine with flashes of electric sparks. Enthralled by this sudden change in her Pa's behaviour, she tried to snap him out of it. "PAPA JOSEPH!"
"Huh?" Joseph exclaimed, "Oh it's you Shizouka. Listen. This all seem strange and bizarre, but we don't want to cause drama. Let's meet those folks and see for ourselves. It can be explained somehow."
"Is this work of a Stand user?"
"Huh, a shard user?"
"You know, Stand user, you were talking with Speedwagon Foundation guy and Uncle Jotaro and... Huuuh! I mean, it's nothing."
"Shi, have you been eavesdropping?"
"I didn't mean to, I am sorry."
"It's ok. I start to remember Stands now. They manifest your mind or something?" Joseph was thinking intensely, but not in the degree to exhaust himself. "If it was a Stand, it could have done something with space around us. We can't know for sure. Let's see with Jotaro."
"Ok, I'll go for him."
"Actually, go for Holy first."
"Oh, ok" Shizouka left a room
After some time, Holy Kujo walked in to see her father. 68 year old woman still had some blonde in her mostly silver hair. Nobody outside of Joestar family knew if it was dyed or natural. Only Joestars have kept that secret.
"Hello? You must be Holy!"
"Yes, daddy. What did you want from me? Forgive long time waiting. Going up the stairs isn't really that easy in our age."
"That's ok. Listen, I brought you here but I don't remember the details."
"Are they written on this handkerchief?"
"This? Oh yes, that's the one." Joseph looked at the folded handkerchief with some shaky handwriting inside. The text read Holy, Stand"
"I remember now, kinda. Listen Holy. Do you remember anything about Stands?"
"Stands? Now that you mentioned it, you talked to Jotaro about it when he was 17, 23 years ago. After that, you have been telling us that only other Stand users can see Stands."
"That's about right huh? And did you see the Stands?"
"Well..." Holy was left hesitant. She was seeing Hermit Purple and Star Platinum back then, before she fell ill. She kept it a secret for so many years. Seeing her father ask about this was really eerie. "I did, but it's a secret. I have another one too. I can't keep it in me any longer." Holy took out her hand and a rosey vines appeared on her wrist and index finger. She took a cup of water and placed the vines inside. The colour changed, clear to brown, alike tea. Joseph took the cup and drank it. The tea had a very sweet taste and he felt reinvigorated. In that moment, Holy cut Joseph's wrist which has frightened him.
"Holy! What are you doing?!" Joseph started screaming, but stopped, upon seeing his wrist mend itself.
"See? This is my Stand. I developed it some time after I fell ill. You said something about Stands being the manifestation of fighting spirit. If that's the case, my Stand might have appeared as a manifestation of passive protection of my family and hospitality to guests. This power lets me create a tea that reinvigorates mind and heals physical injuries. However, the effect of healing process lasts only for 5 minutes. Look" After 5 minutes have passed, Holy made a small cut on Joseph's finger. And, as could be guessed, it didn't heal this time.
"This is incredible Holy. As you know about Stands, I wanna ask you something. Did you notice some change in the surrounding space? Like world disappearing and reappearing?"
"I did, actually. Do you think it's the work of a Stand?"
"I can't know for sure. I'll ask Jotaro about it. Remind me if I forget."
"I will daddy, don't worry. Let's go meet them then."
(Edited by Ogurasyn)
Stand Name: Deep Purple
Namesake: Deep Purple (Band)
Stand Name: Deeper Purple (Speed King)
Namesake: Deep Purple (Band), Speed King (song)
Stand Name: Deepest Purple (Smoke on the Water)
Namesake: Deep Purple (Band), Smoke on the Water (song)
Appearance: All three Stands take the forms of guitars. Depending on the guitar, the user will have access to different abilities. They are bound Stands.
User: Jorrin Joestar
“BURN YOUR FACE UPON THE CHROME!!” Jorrin yelled as the crowd screamed. It was at that moment when Jorrin thought a recurring thought. A pleasant thought. “I love my life!”
After they finished the Fuel cover, Jorrin adjusted his microphone before exclaiming, “THANK YOU KANSAS!! SEE YOU GUYS TOMORROW!!!”
“You shouldn’t be using your Stands like that. Just use a regular guitar. It’s dangerous.” Cars told Jorrin.
Name: Cars Witen
Name Namesake: Lars Ulrich (Metallica drummer)
Stand: Cult Jam
Namesake: Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam
“Just let the boy have his fun,” Jinx jumped in.
Name: Jinx Joestar
Stand: Hawkwind
Namesake: Hawkwind (Band)
“YO, QUIT YOUR BICKERING, SOMEONE OUTSIDE JUST GOT F*CKING SHOT!” Wes Remler yelled.
Name: Wes Remler
Name Namesake: Emily Remler (Jazz Guitarist)
“SHOT?? HOLY SHIT!” Jinx was shocked. “Security is holding the shooter,” Wes informs the band.
“Dude….What the F*CK?!!? I’LL KILL YOU!! WHAT’D THAT MAN DO?!? IT COULDN’T BE THAT BAD!! YOU BASTARD!!” Jorrin yelled at the shooter. “Calm down, bro,” Jinx said. “What’s this on your gun? “TGD”?! ARE YOU IN A GANG?! DID HE OWE YOU MONEY?! Whatever, RIDE THE GOD DAMNED LIGHTING, SEE YOU IN HELL!!” Jorrin pulled out Deeper Purple, played a riff, and suddenly lightning shot out from the guitar, killing the man. “CHRIST, JOJO, YOU CAN’T JUST KILL SOMEONE!!!!!!” Cars argued. “Too late. I’m pissed, see you tomorrow for the concert. Jinx, we’re going home, see if you can find anything about “TGD” online.”
“What the hell, Jorrin,” Jinx said in the car. “You can’t just kill people!” Jorrin started the engine. “He pissed me off, and killed a fan. If that “TGD” is some sort of gang, I’ll kill the capo.” Jorrin says.
Stand: Deeper Purple
Alternate name: Speed King
Namesake: Deep Purple (Band)
Ability: When used, if the user so choses to activate its ability, it can release jolts of electricity. These can range from 3 Volts, to jolts as powerful as lightning depending on how fast the user plays the guitar. However, if done too fast too often, it can damage the user’s fingers. Though, as previously stated, you can just use it as a normal guitar (hence why nobody dies randomly from electric burns at Jorrin’s concerts).
User: Jorrin Joestar
The next morning
Jorrins phone buzzed, waking him up quickly. “Yea?” He puts the phone on speaker as he changed shirts. “It’s Nakomi, your record producer. I saw the stuff on the news, what happened?” Nakomi said. “Nothing much, exactly what the news said. Don’t worry, this concert today will be better.” Jorrin brushed his teeth. “It's better,” Nakomi replied before hanging up. “Wake up, sis, we got a gig tonight-...” Jorrin opened Jinx’s door, to see her surrounded by coffee cups and staring at a monitor. “Are you…ok?” Jorrin asks. “You were close yesterday when you asked if they were part of a gang. TGD is a crime organization, It’s an acronym for “The Great Deceivers.” There’s more to it, I swear.” Jinx spoke, her words slurring. “Did you sleep, like, at ALL???” Jorrin questions. “One and a half hours, that's good enough,” Jinx replied. “Take a nap, I don’t want a sleepy bandmate tonight,” Jorrin told her.
Yuri Kakyoin.
Gender: Male.
Age: 18.
Height: 5 ft 9 in.
Sakura Kakyoin.
Gender: Female.
Age: 18.
Height: 5 ft 3.5 in.
She has a hair clip of a green 8 bit Koopa from Super Mario Game, in the art style of the first super Mario game.
(Edited by moderator)
“Are we almost there?” Cain asks again. “FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME, CAIN, NO! WE’RE STILL LIKE FIFTY MINUTES AT LEAST!!!” David yells. “Oi, break it up.” Dad scoffed.
Name: Killing Name
Namesake: Killing in the Name (Rage Against The Machine song)
Ability: To revert time. Only goes back 6 seconds, and only the user is reverting.
Appearance: An iPod.
“Gas station, let’s stop there. Get food.” Vi suggests, pointing ahead to a lone gas station truck stop. “Do you think we’ll even make it to Maine?” Cain asks nervously. “Of course we will.” I reply, trying to cheer him up. It did not. “Where’s the driver?” Vi asks. “SHIT!!” David yells, spinning around rapidly trying to find him. “We’re not leaving until he’s either dead, or get him back. There is no third option. Vi, Josie, with me. Cain, Jouzou, Ashura-chan, and Miuccia, head to the gas station, and try to get us a ride.” David ordered. “Ha, NO! I’m f*cking tired of you just getting distracted and splitting up.” Dad objects. “I don’t really care, Jouzou. I NEED that imp back, dead or alive. You can have Miuccia then, just the three of us will go. Come on, Josie, Vi.” David replied, blood coming out of his nose. “B-Boss….your bleeding.” Miuccia stumbles on her words. “What? SHIT. Hurry, we got to HURRY.” David yells again, wiping blood from his eyes. It was actually scary. “David…Remember in the prison?
I don’t actually trust what they say, life-span-wise. So in my own view of my health, I'm giving myself…3-4 months left. Jouzou, I don't believe you can cure it. Hell, I don't even WANT you to, nor do I plan on bringing this up to GioGio until I have weeks left, ‘cause I know he’d try and heal me with his Stand. Worst comes to shove, the Boss will just rescue me from hell. He’s beat Satan in front of my eyes, ya know. But I swear on my life, you, your daughter, Gucci, everyone else, WILL make it out alive. That’s one of the reasons I came here to rescue you two. I figure I gotta do something before I die. We’ve literally met someone who expanded your life (thus elongating his time-stop), and who guards ALLAH! We know where we’re going. And I trust you.
The conversation you had with Dad? I heard it. Does Miuccia know you're going to die?” I ask David, remembering what he said in the prison. “You're damn nosey. But no, she doesn’t. I love her, and would die for her. She's part of my team, my family, but I don't want to burden her with that information.” David sighs. “For whom the bell tolls, i guess.” Vi ominously adds. “Why is this imp driver so important?” Vi asks David. “He’s an imp who escaped from hell when I did, and knows too much about my organization,” David tells her.
“Hey, mister!” The bellman says. “Not now!!” I yell back, running through the rain.
“You good, JoJo,” Vi asks, “You’ve got goosebumps.” I check my arms, which are covered in spots. “I’m fine, promise. Just…. Reminiscing.” I lie. BLAWNG!!! A mechanical roar shouts as a bullet flies by David’s face, barely grazing his cheek, leaving a small bit of blood to leak out. “What the hell was that!?” David asks aloud, dodging another bullet. “SNIPER?!” Vi yells, hiding behind some shrubbery. Through the bushes, I studied where we were. Right next to the highway, next to the hill, was a lone home. The yard was decorated with well-kept bushes and trees. Next to the mailbox was a gun planted firm in the dirt with a soldier's helmet propped on top. “WHAT KINDA RETIREE ARMY BASARD LIVES IN MIDDLE-OF-NOWHERE SHIT KANSAS!?!?!” I yell. “By God’s command, i’ll f*kin’ KILL YA!! DEMONIC BASTARDS!!” An old man yells back. “Wait, what?” Vi perks up. “I think we found your imp, David.” I facepalm. I peeked my head out to see a man in his fifties, tinkering with an old-around 2005-ish looking-iPod. He wore army camo, but with cuts and patches in it, making it practically fishnets. “WE MEAN NO HARM, WE JUST NEED THAT RED..uh…KID!! THE ONE ON YOUR PORCH. WE’RE UNARMED!!!” I Yell, throwing my hands up. “The devil speaks LIES!! That boy is no child!! He is of SATAN!! HE’S RED WITH HORNS!! DO YOU THINK I'M A DAMN FOOL?!” The man yells back, reloading his gun. “SHIT! NO, WE’RE NOT TRYING TO MOCK YOU…SIR? HE’S WEARING..ummm… MAKEUP AND PROPS!! We’re going to a…f*ck…A….COSTUME PARADE!! DOWN IN DERBY, ROCK ROAD!! YOU KNOW WHERE?” I lied. The man walks back to his porch, starts inspecting our driver from hell, and walks back to us, gun aimed. “FALSE!! THOSE ARE REAL HORNS!! DEMON!!! IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER. THE SON, AND THE HOLY SPIRIT, I, GEORGE EASTWOOD, WILL SEND YOU BACK TO YOUR CREATOR, SATAN!!” I jump back down as he fires another round. “Welp, I tried. Looks like we’re not gonna get your imp back, let's go.” I tell David. “That dude like..50, all he has is a gun and a shitty iPod, we can take him. And if I can't, HE, will.” David replies. In an instant, color around me flashed before reverting back to a casual canvass of the normal colors. “JGD, did i just die?” I ask my Stand. “No, Josie. Time has stopped.” It replies. “Really? Wonder what Dads doing. I hope he’s not fighting.” I think aloud. “I’m not gonna take the risk.” I tell myself, jogging down the hill until I'm only a yard away from the man. “ORAORAORAORAORAA!!” JGD yells, pummeling the man, as time suddenly resumes. “Nice timing, Dad.” I think, grabbing our silent driver by the horns. “You really are a piece of shit, you know that? Making us-” I begin to scold the imp before I'm alerted by a Brrresss-CLICK and a whoosh from behind. “JAIL GUITAR DOORS: THE WOR-!!” I Quickly yelled, but I was too late, a bullet flew right through my gut.
Two hours later
“Can you teach me Italian? Is it hard? Because I know some egyptian-arabic!” I told David. “Sure, Cain.” He tells me. “Turn off the damn radio.” Josie yelled. It was playing an interview with a scientist talking about the Chaos theory. I don’t know why Josie was so mad, but Mr. Joestar turned it off. “Miuccia, do you have the null-phone?” David asks. “Yeah, it’s in the bag.” She replies and starts to rummage through the duffel bag, and hands David a phone with Italian written on it. “Per l'amor del cazzo, Fugo, prendi! Raccogliere, raccogliere, raccogliere! Fugo? Sono David, siamo a Wichita, mancano circa 9 ore al Maine. Prenderò un breve detor. Motivo personale.” David talks to someone on the phone in what I think is italian. I felt a nudge on my elbow. “Nom, nom, NOM!!” Ashura-chan offers me an apple. “Uh, no thanks, Ashura-chan.” I decline. I look over to see Vi sleeping next to Josie. “I’m also gonna go to bed, night, everyone!” I tell them. “Goodnight, Cain.” Josie yawns.
Thirty-six minutes later
Gunshots. I woke up to gunshots and Cain yelling. “SHIT!! WHAT NOW? JAIL GUITAR DOORS!!” I yell, stopping time. I jump out of the now-open van doors to see a middle-aged man wearing leather holding a gun. “What is it with guns?” I think to myself, jumping back into the van as time resumes. “Cain, you have that knife, right? Stab me. I need adrenaline or something.” I told him. “What? NO!! I’m not going to STAB you, Josie. You're my friend.” Cain replies. “Miuccia, shot me, one shot.” I then request Miuccia, who complies and shots me once in the chest. “THERE WE GO!!” I remark, blood dripping down my cheek, as I stop time once again and jump out. Something was wrong with the pistol, though. It looked like a normal pistol, but it was glowing. “IT’S A F*CKING STAND!!” I yell aloud. “ORAORAORAORAORA!!!” I punch the man. “RESUME TIME!” I order JGD. As time resumes, the van screeches to a halt behind me, as the man is sent flying. “What's your name, and Stand? Make it quick, i don’t have time.” i tall the man. “Artem, the man who’ll put you in the grave!” Artem yelled, pointing his Stand at me.
Name: Rainbow in the Dark
Namesake: Rainbow in the Dark (Song by Dio)
Ability: To shoot Stand Bullets. When said bullets collide with any matter, it destroys it. (Like a cross between Cream, and Emperor.)
Appearance: gun.
Two shots were fired, both luckily missing me. But it was bizarre. One of the bullets went vertically downwards, and carved a hole into the concrete, not stopping. “Jesus,” I say, stopping time. “Ground-eating bullets, that's new. ORAORAORA!!!!! Nothing personal.'' My Stand mashes his body into the ground until I'm sure that he’s beyond fixing. Something caught my eye, however. He was wearing a badge. “Of f*cking COURSE the cops' Stand manifests as a damn GUN.” I smirk, resuming time. I walk back to the van, and we continue the drive. “Two things, one more important than the other; firstly, Gun Stand. Second, the cops are indeed after us, and know where we are somehow, as well as the fact that they have Stands. Did i mention the gun Stand?” I notify them of the threat. “Gun Stand? COOL!!” Cain smiled.
Minutes later…
“PHONE, NOW!” David demanded, pulling a knife out of the driver. “ALRIGHT!” Miuccia yelled back, tossing the phone to the front seat. “FUGO!! Chiama più persone. abbiamo bisogno di aiuto nel Maine quando arriviamo. Non so cosa ci sia che non va, ma qualcosa c'è, ed è così FOTTUTAMENTE sbagliato. Non mi interessa quanto sei intelligente, Fugo. QI di 132 o QI di 3, non puoi semplicemente usare la FORZA BRUTE a modo tuo. non PENSARE nemmeno di usare Purple Haze Distortion intorno a loro.” David yelled into the phone. “What is he saying?” I ask Miuccia. “Nothing, Cain.” She replies. “David, chiudilo Fugo, porta solo più persone, diavolo, porta MISTA, non mi interessa. fallo e basta.” Miuccia leans into the front-seat. “Stay outta this, GUCCI!!” David yells, covering the phone and swatting away Miuccia. “Miuccia, sorry if this is a bad time, but what did you say?” I whisper to the angry Miuccia. “Nothing, Cain, NOTHING.” She emphasizes. “Oh, Fanculo!!” David mutters, as the van is bound into the air, landing with a screech and a thud. “WHAT THE HELL? U2: REQUIEM!” Jouzou’s Stand appeared, looking super neat. “STOP TIME!” Mr. Joestar ordered. In the blink of an eye, Mr. Joestar and Josie were out of the van. “Woah! He did the stop time thing, right?” I ask Vi. “Stay here, don’t let Miuccia, Vi, and Ashura-chan out. If you try to run, or those 3 leave, I will end your life.” David orders the driver, as we leave the now flipped-upside down van. “CAIN, I NEED that knife!” David told me. I tossed him the knife.
User: Dick Hendrix
Namesake: Dick Evens (U2 Guitarist), Jimi Hendrix (i think we all should know who JIMI HENDRIX is.)
Stand: Audioslave
Namesake: Audioslave (band (?). I used a website, cuz I am saving a namesake, but I'm 70% sure they're good people. Cool name tho. Audioslave just sounds sick. Anyway: https://www.randomlists.com/random-music )
Ability: to “push back” objects or things. So, a punch would send a person FLYING back, as well as feel the pain of the punch. This includes other things, like blood, floor, air, etc.
Drawback: It is only manifested in the user's arms.
Stand Cry: StoFRE
Namesake: Stone Free (Song by Jimi Hendrix. Idk, thought it sounds cool, and is a good song.)
In Front of us was a man. He looked maybe 30, and had a beard. He was wearing blue, so I'm guessing he's the police. “So, you're a cop? Can’t read your badge, but I see the aura. What’s the Stand?” Mr. Joestar asks. “The names Dick, but for the Stand, COME AND SEE!!” The man roared, punching the ground as rubble and debris boomed upwards. He then punched the rocks, sending them into Josie in what looked like less then a second. “F*CK!!” She yelled, blood covering his clothes. “SHIT, We’re on a HIGHWAY, I can't see anything. Spin won’t work. Buddy, it’s your time to shine!” David said aloud, as his face twitched rapidly. I leaned over and picked back up the knife David dropped, as Mr. Joestar was sent flying, crashing into the van. “MUDA!!” I yelled, throwing the knife. Dick responded by PUNCHING the knife, sending it flying back into my thigh. “OW!! CRAP!! MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDAA!!!!” I yell, throwing the knife at him again. Yet again, the knife rebounded backwards and into my chest. “WOAH, shits crazy. America, huh? This place looks…..industrial. Squirt, give me the knife.” David said, but he wasn’t David. “Is this Nashi?” I turn and ask. “What, no. I don't HAVE a name.” David (but not David) replied, with a disgusted face. I don’t give David-but-not-David the knife, instead I yell at Josie, “JOSIE, STOP TIME AND DO SOMETHING!! MUDA!!!!!” I yell, throwing the knife. “JGD: THE WORLD!! STOP TIME!!” She replies.
“Seconds” later (an instant to Cain, about 9 seconds in Josie’s stopped time).
Suddenly, Dick had a knife in his throat, blood gushing. “Cain, catch!” Josie says, removing the knife, wiping it off, and throwing it to me. Bizarrely, we looked overhead, and saw a helicopter falling down, and exploding about two miles away. “Huh, that's weird.” I note, putting the knife away. “Alright, everyone out, we gotta walk, i can maybe get us a new car in a few miles, but we’re walking. At least until sundown.” David-but-maybe-David-this-time said, kicking the van.
Name: One Heart Hypnosis
Namesake: One Heart Hypnosis (song by Five Iron Frenzy)
Ability:?????????
Appearance: Humanoid
user:????
“You’re going to regret this,” The man with the brown hat warned. “I don’t believe fate agrees with that, kid.” The man in black replied.
The clock struck noon, not a word was spoken, yet, many were having conversations. Even the birds in the sky scarcely cawd.
“DRAW!”
Both men fired their respective firearms, and both hit their respective target. The man with the brown hat smiled, putting his revolver back in its holster. “H-how?! Who ARE you?!!” The man in black asked, falling to the ground, holes sprawled across his chest.
“Call me Houdini Joestar. I did warn you.” the man in brown smiled.
Fin
Houdini Joestar
Stand: CCR (Creedence Clearwater Revival) (An actually good band. They aent like, five iron frenzy level good, but an alright band.)
Short Story by: Babysharkboss2 (but u already knew that)
Happy Pride Month!
“I need to make a call. Miuccia, where the hell is the phone?” David asks, rummaging through the bag. “You threw it out of the Van, remember?” Miuccia replied from the front seat. “F*CK! I thought we had an extra one?!” David snarks. “Stop the Van, I saw a phone booth a mile back. Josie, Vi, you two, with me, the rest of you guys, stay here.” David says, leaving the van. “Good Grief! Josie, be careful. You too, Vi.” Dad warns.
I leap out of the van's back doors, and Vi follows suit, hugging my back. “Come on, Hun, let's make this quick.” Vi chuckles. “It’s a mile walk, so it’ll take a bit. The reason I chose you two is because A. we’re all wanted, and B. larger groups would bring attention.” David tells us. “I don’t know, David. You and I worked pretty well in the prison together.” I reply. “What? Against Jett? I wouldn’t call that ‘working pretty well together’, I let you get your shit beat while I just kept hitting Jett.” David smiled for the first time in a while. “Yeah… Sorry ‘bout that, JoJo.” Vi pats my back. “Vi, how much money do you have?” David then asks.
“Three dollars USD, forty dollars in Pesos, and 50 cents.” Vi counts the money she grabbed from her pockets. “Pesos? Why Pesos?” I wonder. “I can pay you back, I need the cash,” David said.
Stand name: Smooth Criminal
Viz/English/Localised name: Bad Man
Namesake(s): Bad Man (Smooth Criminal); song by Polo G, which samples Micheal Jackson’s ‘Smooth Criminal’.
User: Jeter Craven
Ability: To make something into nothing. (So, if he has a can, and his Stand taps it (must do the tapping motion for it to activate) then the can will be erased.)
“I *wheeze* see it.” Vi puffs, pointing to the phone booth. Somebody was already there making a call. “Sir, can we use that? We need to make a call,” David asks, leaning on the booth. “Yessir, Mr. Oz.” The man whispers into the phone. “Who’s Oz?” Vi asks. “Oh god, oh shit, holy f*ck, oh what the hell!!! I mean…what?” The man panics. “Can we use the phone?” David asks again. “NYAAH!!!” The man yells tapping the booth. Within seconds, the booth disappears. “F*ck,” I groan. “JAIL GUITAR DOORS.”
“Jeter. Interesting.” I comment, reading the text on the man's jacket. “ORAORAORAORAORA!!! ORA!!!!!!” JGD Punches the man into the air before time resumes. “So much for making the call.” Vi scoffs.
Later
“Holy shit we’re finally back. My back hurts.” Vi plops into the van’s through the open doors. “David, Sir,” Miuccia says. “Yes?” David replies. “We…DID have a null phone. It fell out of the bag and rolled behind the chairs. Here,” Miuccia hands David the phone.
Babysharkboss2 note: The Italan was done via Google Translate, cuz I don't speak it. sorry if it comes out weird to Italian speakers :P
Two hours later
“Can you teach me Italian? Is it hard? Because I know some egyptian-arabic!” I told David. “Sure, Cain.” He tells me. “Turn off the damn radio.” Josie yelled. It was playing an interview with a scientist talking about the Chaos theory. I don’t know why Josie was so mad, but Mr. Joestar turned it off. “Miuccia, do you have the null-phone?” David asks. “Yeah, it’s in the bag.” She replies and starts to rummage through the duffel bag, and hands David a phone with Italian written on it. “Per l'amor del cazzo, Fugo, prendi! Raccogliere, raccogliere, raccogliere! Fugo? Sono David, siamo a Wichita, mancano circa 9 ore al Maine. Prenderò un breve detor. Motivo personale.” David talks to someone on the phone in what I think is italian. I felt a nudge on my elbow. “Nom, nom, NOM!!” Ashura-chan offers me an apple. “Uh, no thanks, Ashura-chan.” I decline. I look over to see Vi sleeping next to Josie. “I’m also gonna go to bed, night, everyone!” I tell them. “Goodnight, Cain.” Josie yawns.
Thirty-six minutes later
Gunshots. I woke up to gunshots and Cain yelling. “SHIT!! WHAT NOW? JAIL GUITAR DOORS!!” I yell, stopping time. I jump out of the now-open van doors to see a middle-aged man wearing leather holding a gun. “What is it with guns?” I think to myself, jumping back into the van as time resumes. “Cain, you have that knife, right? Stab me. I need adrenaline or something.” I told him. “What? NO!! I’m not going to STAB you, Josie. You're my friend.” Cain replies. “Miuccia, shot me, one shot.” I then request Miuccia, who complies and shots me once in the chest. “THERE WE GO!!” I remark, blood dripping down my chest, as I stop time once again and jump out. Something was wrong with the pistol, though. It looked like a normal pistol, but it was glowing. “IT’S A F*CKING STAND!!” I yell aloud. “ORAORAORAORAORA!!!” I punch the man. “RESUME TIME!” I order JGD. As time resumes, the van screeches to a halt behind me, as the man is sent flying. “What's your name, and Stand? Make it quick, i don’t have time.” i tall the man. “Artem, the man who’ll put you in the grave!” Artem yelled, pointing his Stand at me.
Name: Rainbow in the Dark
Namesake: Rainbow in the Dark (Song by Dio)
Ability: To shoot Stand Bullets. When said bullets collide with any matter, it destroys it. (Like a cross between Cream, and Emperor.)
Appearance: gun.
Two shots were fired, both luckily missing me. But it was bizarre. One of the bullets went vertically downwards, and carved a hole into the concrete, not stopping. “Jesus,” I say, stopping time. “Ground-eating bullets, that's new. ORAORAORA!!!!! Nothing personal.'' My Stand mashes his body into the ground until I'm sure that he’s beyond fixing. Something caught my eye, however. He was wearing a badge. “Of f*cking COURSE the cops' Stand manifests as a damn GUN.” I smirk, resuming time. I walk back to the van, and we continue the drive. “Two things, one more important than the other; firstly, Gun Stand. Second, the cops are indeed after us, and know where we are somehow, as well as the fact that they have Stands. Did i mention the gun Stand?” I notify them of the threat. “Gun Stand? COOL!!” Cain smiled.
Minutes later…
“PHONE, NOW!” David demanded, pulling a knife out of the driver. “ALRIGHT!” Miuccia yelled back, tossing the phone to the front seat. “FUGO!! Chiama più persone. abbiamo bisogno di aiuto nel Maine quando arriviamo. Non so cosa ci sia che non va, ma qualcosa c'è, ed è così FOTTUTAMENTE sbagliato. Non mi interessa quanto sei intelligente, Fugo. QI di 132 o QI di 3, non puoi semplicemente usare la FORZA BRUTE a modo tuo. non PENSARE nemmeno di usare Purple Haze Distortion intorno a loro.” David yelled into the phone. “What is he saying?” I ask Miuccia. “Nothing, Cain.” She replies. “David, chiudilo Fugo, porta solo più persone, diavolo, porta MISTA, non mi interessa. fallo e basta.” Miuccia leans into the front-seat. “Stay outta this, GUCCI!!” David yells, covering the phone and swatting away Miuccia. “Miuccia, sorry if this is a bad time, but what did you say?” I whisper to the angry Miuccia. “Nothing, Cain, NOTHING.” She emphasizes. “Oh, Fanculo!!” David mutters, as the van is bound into the air, landing with a screech and a thud. “WHAT THE HELL? U2: REQUIEM!” Jouzou’s Stand appeared, looking super neat. “STOP TIME!” Mr. Joestar ordered. In the blink of an eye, Mr. Joestar and Josie were out of the van. “Woah! He did the stop time thing, right?” I ask Vi. “Stay here, don’t let Miuccia, Vi, and Ashura-chan out. If you try to run, or those 3 leave, I will end your life.” David orders the driver, as we leave the now flipped-upside down van. “CAIN, I NEED that knife!” David told me. I tossed him the knife.
User: Dick Hendrix
Namesake: Dick Evens (U2 Guitarist), Jimi Hendrix (i think we all should know who JIMI HENDRIX is.)
Stand: Audioslave
Namesake: Audioslave (band (?). I used a website, cuz I am saving a namesake, but I'm 70% sure they're good people. Cool name tho. Audioslave just sounds sick. Anyway: https://www.randomlists.com/random-music )
Ability: to “push back” objects or things. So, a punch would send a person FLYING back, as well as feel the pain of the punch. This includes other things, like blood, floor, air, etc.
Drawback: It is only manifested in the user's arms.
Stand Cry: StoFRE
Namesake: Stone Free (Song by Jimi Hendrix. Idk, thought it sounds cool, and is a good song.)
In Front of us was a man. He looked maybe 30, and had a beard. He was wearing blue, so I'm guessing he's the police. “So, you're a cop? Can’t read your badge, but I see the aura. What’s the Stand?” Mr. Joestar asks. “The names Dick, but for the Stand, COME AND SEE!!” The man roared, punching the ground as rubble and debris boomed upwards. He then punched the rocks, sending them into Josie in what looked like less then a second. “F*CK!!” She yelled, blood covering his clothes. “SHIT, We’re on a HIGHWAY, I can't see anything. Spin won’t work. Buddy, it’s your time to shine!” David said aloud, as his face twitched rapidly. I leaned over and picked back up the knife David dropped, as Mr. Joestar was sent flying, crashing into the van. “MUDA!!” I yelled, throwing the knife. Dick responded by PUNCHING the knife, sending it flying back into my thigh. “OW!! CRAP!! MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDAA!!!!” I yell, throwing the knife at him again. Yet again, the knife rebounded backwards and into my chest. “WOAH, shits crazy. America, huh? This place looks…..industrial. Squirt, give me the knife.” David said, but he wasn’t David. “Is this Nashi?” I turn and ask. “What, no. I don't HAVE a name.” David (but not David) replied, with a disgusted face. I don’t give David-but-not-David the knife, instead I yell at Josie, “JOSIE, STOP TIME AND DO SOMETHING!! MUDA!!!!!” I yell, throwing the knife. “JGD: THE WORLD!! STOP TIME!!” She replies.
“Seconds” later (an instant to Cain, about 9 seconds in Josie’s stopped time).
Suddenly, Dick had a knife in his throat, blood gushing. “Cain, catch!” Josie says, removing the knife, wiping it off, and throwing it to me. Bizarrely, we looked overhead, and saw a helicopter falling down, and exploding about two miles away. “Huh, that's weird.” I note, putting the knife away. “Alright, everyone out, we gotta walk, i can maybe get us a new car in a few miles, but we’re walking. At least until sundown.” David-but-maybe-David-this-time said, kicking the van.
Name: One Heart Hypnosis
Namesake: One Heart Hypnosis (song by Five Iron Frenzy)
Ability:?????????
Appearance: Humanoid
user:????
(Edited by Babysharkboss2)
“Well, tires popped for one, for two, engines looking horrid. I’d say….40 minutes, give or take.” The girl said, sliding out from under the van. The man in the suit was in his office, and yet it was still slightly unnerving. Tusk by Fleetwood Mac was being played on a broken-looking radio. Suddenly, a broken bottle was thrown through the window, spraying glass everywhere.
User: ???
Ability: ???
Appearance: ???
Name: One Heart Hypnosis
Namesake: One Heart Hypnosis (song by Five Iron Frenzy)
“Cain, Josie, come with me, i’m taking a walk. Everyone, watch the car. If a imp scurries outta the van, shot him dead!” David orders, lighting a cigarette. “Miuccia, gimmie the ball! I don’t trust the night anymore!” he yelled. “It’s in the bag, right?” She asks, opening the vans door. “Yea, brown dufflebag.” He specifies. Miuccia tosses him a green orb, which he catches and quickly hides in his pocket. “Alright you two, we’re leaving. 40 minutes.” He says. “Why? Where are we going? Is something wrong?” Cain asks David, as we exist the building and walk down the gravel road again. “What did Miuccia throw at you?” I ask David. “Nothing to you, Josie, no offense. Cain, lemme show you something.” David says, digging into his pockets. “You ever just look at nature? Shit’s gorgueus. You graduated math, right? You know what a golden ratio is? It’s basicly some special rectangle, or something,” David explained as he took a drag on his cigarette. “I odnt know the specifics, Nashi didnt fully explain it to me. But theres a force of nature and logic that utilizes it. It’s called Spin!” David showed us the ball, and he began to glow as it spun. “Nashi says it had something important or had an important role in Italy. Specifically the kingdom of Naples. But i dont really care. Whats important is that i gotta help you all, since i dont think i’ll make it long enough to see you guys return home.” David stomps his ciggerete to the ground. “Okay, first; Who’s Nashi??” I ask him, stepping infront of his path. “He’s….he WAS…my best friend. Now we’re closer together, you could say.” David chuckles. He looked like he was ready to tell more, but then there was rustling in the bushes. “If JOBIN sent you, COME ON out, let’s get this OVER WITH!!” David yells.
In a blur, three figures emerge. “Vampires.” David scoffs. “Hey, ain’t you Ozzy Higashikata?! The boss’ll pay big bucks for you! Jobin will respect us for SURE if we bring you in!” One yells, lunging at David. “Like this, Cain.” David says, dodging the attack, and throwing the ball at the vampire, obliterating it. “He’s GONE! Ronnie, you go!” the second one shrieks. “Why don’t you do it, James? Lazy!” Exclaimed the third. “Oh, will you SHUT UP! Maybe soon you’ll meet Jobin in HELL!!” David roars, throwing his ball a second time, hitting both of the vampires and killing them. “Holy crap!” Cain's eyes light up. “Ozzy Higashikata? Nashi? Two personalities in one body? Bizarre. But David see’s Stands, so it’s not Split personality disorder or something like it. THAT’S his Stand. Weird.” I think to myself. “So, you're a 2-in-1? Nashi and Ozzy fused together to create David?” I consult David. “Yeah. MANY years ago, I was Ozzy, born into the Higashikata family. I think, but I'm pretty sure I wasn't adopted. And Jobin i-... was my brother. Nashi was my closest friend. But then, one day, we saw something we weren’t supposed to. And then we both died. Then some weird thing happened, im fuzzy in the head when i try to remember the exact details, but I arrived in Hell, but Nashi became a voice in my head. And he helps fight for me.” He informs me. “How can I do that? Are there more of the green balls? Do they come in cyan? Or maroon? Or brown? Or chrome?” Cain asks. “Only color I know of that they come in is this green color. But I've only got one. Which is why I'm training you. Since I doubt Mista wants to spend his time babysitting you guys, and me and Miuccia are going to be gone doing work most of the time. Suns coming up, we should head back now.” David replies, turning around. “SHIT!” I yell, falling flat on my nose. “What now??” David twists his body to face me. “I tripped on something.” I mutter, wiping dirt off me.
“I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness [chaos], but will have the light of life [cosmos]” -John 8:12
“25 hours to Maine,” David said. We drove past a sign as we entered a new town. “Stop here, we need new clothes. There’s little to no doubt that we’re now wanted criminals.” Dad ordered. We drove into the parking lot of a store. “In and out, we gotta be quick,” David agrees, walking to the driver's window. “Ay, watch Gucci, got it?”
As we entered the store, I felt something was off. But i couldn’t pin what exactly. Maybe a Stand user? I doubted it, but I couldn't shake the feeling. The store was playing an interview with some scientist talking about chaos or something. I grabbed some clothes, paid with David’s card, and got back into the van. “Kim?!! What the hell happened?!” Miuccia yells, jolting up. “It’s about time you woke up. Kero’s dead, I kicked his ass. We’re getting new clothes, as we’re probably gonna get hounded by the cops until we get to Italy. Wanna granola bar?” I explained handing her some food I found on the van's floor. “No thanks.” she declines. “Your loss.'' I mumble, biting into it.
An Hour Later
“Alright, go, go, GO!” Dad tells our driver, as the rest of the group pile into the van with new clothes. “Vi, why’d you go? Isn’t your Stand able to just let you change clothes?” Cain asks Vi. “It can, I just like shopping.” Vi tells him, as she brushes her teeth. Suddenly, the van's door rips open. “WHAT WAS THAT?” David asks from the front seat. “THE F*CKING DOOR JUST OPENED!” I yell back, as I reach out and suddenly shut it. “SHIT!” David yells again, as the van begins to tumble around. “SPIKE STRIP?!” Dad asks. “Gimme a damn second.” I say, jumping out of the van. On the ground was a row of tire shredders (spike strips), but I didn't see a cop in sight. “What the hell?” I say aloud, walking back to the van, with now deflated and punctured tires. “Shits busted, we’re f*cked.” I tell them. “Alright, guess we’re walking. There's a town 1-2 miles from here, we’ll go get a tow if the news isn’t talking about us yet.” Dad says. “Walk, Walk, walk!!” Ashura-chan yelled with glee, erupting from the van. “Cain and I will stay in the van until you get back.” Dad said. I was going to retaliate, saying he should come with me, but then I remembered how bad of a beating he took. “Fine, Cain, stay here.” I mumble, shoving my hands into my jean pockets. It was brisk, the sun beginning to set. “What do you do, David? Other than being a gang member, do you have any hobbies? You look like a gardener.” Vi asks David. “I journal, that;s about it. I’m always either leading a team, with a team, beating people up, or talking with GioGio or Fugo.” David shrugs. “I hear the Higashikata family’s also going to Maine. They’re supposed to be pretty rich in Japan.” Vi adds. That made David flinch slightly. “What, you don’t like the Higashikata?” Miuccia asks David, noticing his change in expression. “Nah, I like most of them, they’re kinda a second family to me. I just haven’t heard that name in a while.” David says, looking up at the sky.
Thirty minutes later
The gravel road quickly turns to concrete as we walk into the town. “Diner, we can eat and ask for help with the van.” David says, pointing to a family diner. “SHITTT!!! F*CKK!!! MOTHERF*CKER!! AUGH!” I cry, hopping on one leg. “WHAT?” Vi asks. “I don’t KNOW!?” I replied. I lift my left leg to reveal a small metal thing. “Piece of SHIT! I stepped on a nail!” I say, tugging the bloody nail out of my foot. “Jouzou has the emergency kit in the van. Just wipe the blood off with a paper towel.” David says. My foot stung when I took a step as we entered the diner. Most of the seats were full, leaving only a booth for us. “Uhh, hey. Sorry for the delay, it’s been a busy chaotic day. What can I get ya?” A teenager asked Miuccia as she stepped up to order. I grabbed a kiddie-steat for Ashura-chan. It smelled like bubblegum-vape and french fries.
“So, we’re going to go here, maybe stop by wichita, then take this highway until we reach here. Then, we cross the border to Maine, make it a bit further down, and we’re home free.” David said, pointing to a map with a straw. “25 hour drive.” Miuccia says, placing down a jumbo tray full of food. “Do you think the boss will mind if we're using funds this way?” Miuccia asks David, grabbing two fries. “Nah, Gi-, er, the boss will understand.” David sipped. BRRING!!! The tiny bell that meant people were entering rang as yelling started. “ALRIGHT!! Money in the damn bag, or I shoot the child!!” A man yelled, as he pointed a gun to Ashura-chan. “Aw, shit, guess we’re doing this now. Asshole, but the f**king gun away!” I yell at him, as JGD appears behind me. “Shit, you’se got a ghost too! I’ll blow yer brains out!!” He screamed back. “He can see JGD, he’s a Stand user, careful.” I whisper to my friends, as I approach the man. Suddenly, a man wearing a patterned suit-and-tie walked past the man with the gun, only for the gun to fire backwards, killing the man holding the gun, as the man in the suit left. “What…?” I murmur, whiping my head back and forth from Vi at the table, and the man's bloody body on the floor. I rushed outside into the night, but the man in the suit was nowhere. What the hell was that??
“Sorry for the mess, do you have a phone?” I ask the boy at the counter, who is visibly shaken. He hands me his cell phone, and I call a tow. “Thanks.” I tell him, tossing back his phone. Suddenly, the TV switches from the Buddy Holly music video on MTV, to a news broadcast. “Breaking news, the local police and FBI have placed seven people on its watch list. This includes…” a woman reports, as i grab the gun from the man's body and shoot the TV. “Put it on our bill.” I tell the teen as we run out of the diner.
“We're fugitives now, broadcast on the radio and everything!” Cain told me, as I changed shirts. “Yeah, it was on the news too. Shits crazy.” I replied. “I saved some food for you and dad, you want a burger or nuggets?” I asked him, as I reached into the van. “I’m not hungry,” Cain responded, “you have any idea when the tow truck is going to be here?” Just then, headlights shine. “Right about now.” I answered. When the truck pulled up, it was none other than the man in the suit. David ignored this and handed the man some fake insurance information, and we hitched a ride to the nearest mechanic.
Name: One Heart Hypnosis
Namesake: One Heart Hypnosis (Five Iron Frenzy song)
Appearance:???
User:???
Ability:???
(This camera hates me)
Going absolutely horrible so far, gave me actual nightmares last night so i think im gonna refrain from finishing it
I feel like the spider theme isnt a good idea now
(Alr I give up trynna flip it upwards :>)
Kira Joestar x Jotaro Kujo
Stand Name : Killer Platinum(creative name Ik)
Stand Ability: Time Blow
Killer Platinum is capable of obliterating 5 seconds of time and undoing every single event that happened in that 5 seconds.
Additionally, while Time is reversing, Killer Platinum could freely reposition himself or anything of value in space in the 5 second gap, or even placing extra factors in there that didn't originally appear there 5 seconds ago while Time is being undone.
like for example:
A hole in his enemy's chest
A sudden gas leak that is quickly met with a lit match
The enemy suddenly having his head dislocated from his shoulder
Sub Ability: Focus Destruction
Like Star Finger, Killer Platinum can also focus all his energy on a single point. But this works a little differently.
Killer Platinum is capable of redoing a very specific Space, causing only that spot to reverse.
Example of use, Killer Platinum can return somebody's entire torso 5 seconds ago but keep his head and limbs where it is, effectively dismembering anyone in range. Or Killer Platinum can return a stolen object righy in his hands.
(Edited by KUMBAYAAA)
My name is Joni Joestar, and I’m currently confused. An American man is yelling at me over the phone about a murder, and I’m scared. My favorite movies are Stop Making Sense, Yesterday, Man of Steel, and Videodrome. I’m nearly 5’10 feet tall, and my favorite colors are Orange, Pink, and Maroon. Why am I telling you this? I don’t know, but it feels necessary. That American is the father of my friend, Nix. He’s the son of the current vice president of the United States, Funnier Valentine.
“Do you know who the hell I am?!”
“Vice president of the United States,” I reply, “You may have mentioned it once or twice.”
I don’t know why he’s mad, or why Nix gave our private phone call to his dad, but now, a murder is the least of my worries.
“Do you mind letting me and Nix continue our call?” I ask.
“What did you say your name was?” He rebounds.
“Joni Joestar, Funnier Valentine, sir,” I tell him, trying to be polite.
“Are we like, cousins or something? It's the same last name. Odd.” The American hero puzzles aloud. “I don’t think so, Sir,” I reply. After a bit, he returns the phone to Nix, who apologizes.”What’s he so pissed about?” Nix scoffs as if I would know.
“Helping run a country is probably stressful,” I guess. “So, who were you saying about the murders?” I heard the riffling of papers before a pause continued by more paper swishing. “Shit, I completely lost my train of thought.” He informs me with an upset tone. “I gotta go, talk later. Goodnight, JoJo.” He tells me, the sound of paper being shuffled whistling quietly in the background. “You too. See you, Nix.”
My door slams open, and a blonde man, about my height, if not a bit taller, is standing in front of me in his late 40’s and early 50’s.
“Are you Joni Joestar?” He asks. “Uhhh.. Yea…” I saw slowly. “Pleasure to meet you,” He extends his hand out to shake mine. “My name’s Funnier Valentine, as you may have heard. Thought we’d have a little chat.”
“About what…sir?”
“The murders, of course. And, can you see this?” He points to once open space, suddenly inhabited by a cyan-pink rabbit creature.
“W-W-WHAT IS THAT-?!”
He cuts me off, probably expecting a different response. “That is my Stand, Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap. You seeing it proves you also are a Stand owner. What’s yours called?”
I had never thought of it. That’s the way me and Nix talk to each other, but i never thought it’d be important, or unique. My mouth was dry, i was scared, and once again, incredibly confused. “It’s n-name??” I ask again.
“Yes, your Stands name, what is it?” He asks again. “Well, u-um, I-I.. guess It’s name is…”
Name: Hold Me (Like a Grudge)
Namesake: Hold Me Like A Grudge (Fall Out Boy Song)
Appearance: It’s made up of red-pink vines.
Ability: When the vines wrap around something, they can be used to ‘call’ others. No matter how far away they are. These ‘calls’ can be interrupted.
“Hold Me? Fantastic! Now, next up, about those murders.”
What would you do if you had the opportunity to change the world? How far would you go in changing it? How far would you go to get the opportunity to change the world? This is what this story is about such people and their effect on the worlds they inhabit.
¨Crack!"
That sound accompanied the awakening of a white-haired man who didn´t look older than 20. A man with a weird star-shaped birthmark behind his left shoulder. As he fell out of his bed face first. He grumpily stood up, yawning as he started his morning routine. Brushing teeth and then putting on some clothes. A white and red sweatshirt 2 sizes too big, black sweatpants, brown gloves, and glasses way too dark to see through. Grabs his things and walks out of the motel walking down to the nearest checkpoint, on the map.
One of these checkpoints was the nearby bar, which didn´t have anyone guarding it, weird the white-haired man thought, but walked in anyway. Stumbling around the bar til he found a seat. As he sat down the bartender asked for a name, the white-haired man thought for a second whether or not he should actually tell his name, but the calming voice persuaded him to tell her truthfully.
¨The name is Jovial.¨ He declared, ¨What´s it to you?¨
The bartender thought for a second, that she had heard one of the other drinkers talk about waiting for a guy named Jovial.¨
¨I just like knowing the names of people I serve, makes it feel less transactional and more personal, and I didn´t want to have to make it two people I didn´t know today.¨
¨Two?¨ Jovial questioned.
¨Yeah, that guy
“Yo, what’s your name?” Jovial commanded.
The man ignored the request as he was playing spades.
”And that makes 9, would you like to double or nothing?” The man asked.
His opponent slammed the table, before walking back to his friends, all wearing white coats saying NK.
“I extend the invitation to everyone else in the bar. I will gladly wager my winnings of 9 thousand to any who come in, all you have to wager is a measly 1 thousand.”
A man, with black curly-hair covering his eyes, in one of the booths by the NK booth, was about to call him up on this offer. However before he even got the chance.
“I’ll gladly take that bet, waging 10 thousand dollars.” Jovial declared.
The man smiled gleefully, “Why 10 thousand? I only asked for 1 thousand.”
“I will raise my wager to 1 thousand mote than what you wager.” Jovial declared.
”I wager 20 thousand.” The man said.
“21 thousand.” Jovial responded quickly.
The man was clearly getting excited.
“I’ll bet 50 thousand.”
“Double it and we can start.” Jovial declared.
The man was ecstatic.
”I’ll need to change the deck up a bit, thanks to the last guy ripping up a card in frustration.”
The man shuffled up the new deck and got rid of half the deck. He then evenly divided the cards to each player had 13 cards.
“To keep everything fair I will tell you these cards are a little bit raised so you can feel the cards symbol without needing to see it, as you might have a hard time with your dark sunglasses. You internet me enough to keep things fair.”
They shake hands, but Jovial feels a sudden shock, but there was nothing but a smooth firm hand without any buzzer.
“I’ll start, with a jack of diamonds.” Jovial said.
”You can take this 9 of diamonds.” The man responded.
Jovial got the first win.
The next round Jovial put down a 10 of diamonds thinking there was no diamonds the man could hope to use. If the best he had was a 9.
”I play a 3 of spades taking the set.” The man responded.
Jovial knew this wouldn’t be as easy as he thought.
As the game was going on the curly-haired man saw as the man that lost his spades match was taking out some kind of weapon out of his bag. He refused to move, he was too interested in the game.
It was the last set. Both had 6 sets down. Before they could finish there was glass hitting the ground. And gun shots.
The men with NK white coats were using assault rifles to shoot through the bar in hopes to shoot down the man, to get the money back.
One stray bullet going through the arm of the bartender, as she tried her best to not scream.
The man, calmly, put down his card.
“You win, thanks for amusing be these past few minutes. The name is Pasadena. And I owe you 100k. Before we get to that I got some boring people to deal with.” Pasadena said.
Jovial was ready for combat, but again fell down like he did this morning.
When he stood back up he realized his sunglasses broke. And realized he could see.
And he looked at the man who he thought was Pasadena, pretty average looking. Though tall and muscular, with a paper bag over his head.
“Are you alright bud? I didn’t think you’d have such a fall after winning.”
Jovial still shocked by the sudden ability to see, Looks to the bartender, with a bullet hole in their arm, and fixed her up. Pasadena notices this ability to heal, and is even more interested.
“Aw, so you also have one? Truly interesting you are old sport!”
”What?”
The bullets were flying toward them.
”Show me your truth, Jovial!” Pasadena commands.
Before Jovial could even think about how he could know his name. The bullets were about to hit the bartender again, and in response Jovial acted out of Necessity, and there had been some type of manifestation of energy coming out of him protecting the bartender.
Both the curly-haired man and Pasadena were ecstatic of this development.
As he protected the bartender, the music player started the song “Tainted Love”.
”That is your truth, I think I’ll call it Tainted Love.” Pasadena said.
Jovial was so confused by what was happening but just had to watch as Pasadena said more.
“Since you’re showing off yours, I’ll show off mine. This is Heaven and Hell.” Pasadena declared, as chains started coming out of Pasadena’s arms extending his reach and grabbing the main white-coated man by the hands, breaking down the assault rifles.
All the rest of the men put down their guns in hopes to not get killed. All but one still pointing a gun at Pasadena.
Padadena looked at Jovial one more time and saw something familiar. So he decided to show off the fireworks.
Pasadena takes out of the links of his chains and it starts to spin. This spin was so fast that it was pulling all the wind and the things around were getting pulled in.
“This is spin my boy. The spin that will shake the world.”
The song changes to “Step to me” by Thousand Foot Krutch, as the dark-curly-haired man decides to leave in satisfaction.
As he walks out he bumps into Jovial, which knocks him down and he falls back to the ground.
Jovial comes again, and he sees Pasadena, except there is no paper bag, and he seems to be a much more slimmer build. All of the guys are clearly either knocked down or dead. Pasadena decides to help him up,
“Alright?” Pasadena said. In a tone more inline with his original meeting.
“Yep.” Jovial says as he walks back over to where he was sitting, and flips over Pasadena’s card, it was an Ace of spades, which would normally automatically make him the winner.
Before Jovial could ask questions. Pasadena asked one before he could think of any.
”What is your plan when you get out of here?” Pasadena said, as the music box went to “Dream On”, by Ronnie James Dio.
”Probably the same as I did yesterday.” Jovial said nonchalantly.
“Which is?” Pasadena asked.
“I am planning on going to find my father.” Jovial stated.
“Oh, you’re Frippjow’s boy, I can see it on your face.”
“Who?” Jovial said.
“I know him from when I was 14, or was it 19? I can’t remember. That is irrelevant.” Pasadena said.
“What?” Jovial asked.
“Because it’s time for you to go back.” Pasadena said.
Before Jovial could respond, Pasadena pushed him onto the floor again, knocking him out.
End of chapter 1, I guess. Late April fools
(Edited by Holydiver42069)
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