GANG★STAR

        Tim takes the note and clutches it, but doesn’t crumple it like         others might. He gets a feeling of heaviness. This is nothing but         danger, most likely, and that’s why he’s got to take it.

Ⓡ―         There might be more notes. He’s not sure if he can get all of them ―         the islands are pretty big, the moon has set itself within the peak         of dark sky, and he might end up searching for days. If there’s         others that gather to this call, he’ll do something. He can figure         something out, because he always can.         Like Batman. Like Nightwing, Oracle, and what was Batgirl.

Ⓡ―         But mostly, like Robin.

                          ——— ★ Everything tonight had been meticulously planned beforehand.                                             From the notes, to the empty room he'd painstakingly found                                             through manual investigation, to the careful way he would                                             open the door and turn so that his visitor may not see his                                             face. But if there was one thing he could not anticipate                                             completely, it was exactly who would pay him a visit. That                                             was the gamble he had to take, he supposed, but he was                                             willing for the potential that may arise from his efforts.

        He’ll take it. Better him than someone else.

Extraordinary talent? Willpower? That describes him perfectly! Given his continued ignorance of the school’s true nature, Matt Miller blindly and eagerly jumps at any opportunity to prove his exceptional worth to the world. His talents in all things technology and wordplay. All things Nyteblayde! Ah, no, not that. No, that will not help him do anything besides analyze fine details. Moments pass before the young hacker strayed away from the note.

30 day jojo’s bizarre adventure challenge

It all happened so fast, the ex-jockey found himself waking up indoors on the floor of some— room, it was quite large to say the least. There were desks and chairs all lined up in perfect symmetry. It was odd, because the last thing that Johnny remembered was being at the front gate of a well known academy. He had received an invite a few months prior and had been quite pressured to go through with applying. Somehow Johnny was never all that sure about the whole thing; the ultimate jockey? Him? Sure.

Even though he was still not fully aware of what was going on, Johnny kept a low profile, he didn’t want to attract too much attention in a place that he knew hardly anything of, and it was obvious that there was something strange going on, it wasn’t normal to just black out and wake up in an empty room like this. Turning his head to look for something that he could use to pull himself up, Johnny couldn’t help but feel a little panicked; where was everyone? 

                          ——— ★ ★ ★

The school building by itself was hardly an oddity; simply the sole structure that occupied the second island, typically empty-- as there were plenty of things more appealing to the student body than a desolate academy rumored, in fact, to be haunted. But the blond youth found himself frequenting the school more often than he'd like. Investigating and prying into its secrets were only part of the plot he'd begun to weave in the wake of his imprisonment. He already knew the exterior like the back of his hand. Tall iron gates, ominous towers... and today, a wheelchair abandoned by the entrance. The owner nowhere in sight.

Normally, a wheelchair by itself would be little cause for concern as well. But given the school's distance from the infirmary building... well, it made no sense for someone to push a chair out so far just to leave it by the door. Brushing his fingertips along the armrest as he passed it by, Giorno entered the school. Today his footsteps echoed slowly through the halls, senses alert for anything else out of the unusual. He didn't need to walk far. Passing by an open classroom, keen ears caught a small noise from within.

Stepping into the door frame, eyes quickly flew to the form upon the floor. His first thought was an unfortunate, 'Is this another body...?' This wouldn't have been the first time he'd stumbled upon a corpse within these eerie corridors. But the shape moved, to which he was immediately grateful for. Crossing his arms over lower chest, leaning into the door frame, Giorno voiced his concern. "Ah... I was worried you were dead." He stared between the tangle of desks and chairs at the person seemingly confined to the floor. They didn't appear to be in critical condition, otherwise the blond's demeanor might've been a bit more urgent. "Are you alright?" He asked regardless, perhaps to muster a better understanding of what exactly he'd stumbled upon.

                    ❝I will see you tomorrow, won’t I?” he said jovially, turning around, waving a hand. “Good bye, Giorno Giovanna.❞ He disappeared into the shadows, with only the small flickering light giving away his position.                                                       * * *

          The next day, Shuu found Giorno easily. He set the lighter gently in front of them. It had been twenty-four hours, and it was still lit. A thread about five feet long, with half of it burned and used, stuck out of it; a small flame could be seen on the thread, slowly making its way to the tip. The thread smelled of some type of oil.                      ❝I believe everything is in working order. Was this supposed to be difficult? Ho ho ho.❞

                          ——— ★ Seated at a table in the cafeteria, one of his two                                             usual positions, Giorno pretended not to acknowledge                                             the approach of his challenger despite his immediate                                             awareness of the individual from the moment they'd                                             stepped inside. Casting his glance up from the heavy                                             book he'd been reading only when the lighter was                                             placed in front of him, Giorno stared at it a moment,                                             then allowed a small smile to play across his lips                                             as he set his book aside. "Congratulations." Giorno                                             said, carefully adjusting the lighter to get a better                                             look at it. "You exceeded my expectations...                                             I'm sure you were aware this challenge of mine                                             was entirely rigged for your failure." He glanced                                             up, the impressed smile not once faltering. "If not,                                             now you know."

        “That’s ominous.”

                          ——— ★ “Good.  I was hoping you would say that. Now, then..."                                              He reaches into his pocket, withdrawing a small lighter                                             from its depths. It's distinct, one-of-a-kind, with a peculiar                                             'P' engraving. Giorno ignites the flame. He extends his                                             hand, offering it to the other... all the while watching with                                             curiously observant eyes. “Don't let this flame go out                                             for twenty four hours."

He wasn’t so kind as to not hear the boy out, however. He listened, brows arched as he went over Giorno’s vocalized thoughts. So he was worried about an attack? Please. He was kind enough to listen, but the same kindness would not be granted in the fact that he responded with laughter.

"Don’t get so full of yourself, I’m not going to spend my time attacking you for hardly any reason. As for the interrogation aspect, yes, you’ve got that right." Hands pocketed, he lifted his head as he continued to stare down at Giorno. It looks like he couldn’t use his Stand just yet, how lucky for him. He had only caught a glimpse of what Gold Experience was capable of, but honestly? He didn’t want to get in the line of fire of something like that just yet. "I say that, just because I’m sure you know how irritating enemy Stand Users can be. Think of it as a safety measure, yes?”

"I’m not an enemy to you, unless you choose to make yourself an enemy to me, Giorno Giovanna." The mangaka would step back, arms lifting to cross over his own chest- a sort of gesture that he meant no further harm. He would let out a short breath, lips pursing for just a moment. “I won’t be stingy, my name is Rohan Kishibe, you might know my name. I’m a mangaka, kinda famous.

                          ——— ★ ★ ★

Quiet, observant, calculating. He'd never enjoyed direct confrontation; even with his Stand, he vastly preferred to slip between the cracks and soak in all the variables before he roared into action. There was a reason he was the Super High School Level Mafia Boss. From his throne, he pulled the strings behind the curtains. Here, he stood center-stage, the metaphorical heat of the spotlight eminating from this 'Rohan Kishibe' and his damnable Heaven's Door.

"I'm afraid I've never heard of you until now." Spoken bluntly, matter-of-factly. Not an insult, just the simple truth. Giorno had always favored the heavier material as opposed to the manga, in any case. "I would introduce myself, but you've squirreled that respect, it seems." The change in his voice through the entirety of this encounter was fluid; from shocked, to cold, to distant and formal, there was no way of marking exactly when his tone and mannerisms shifted. "Forgive me for being reluctant to speak. I'm under the impression you know more about me than you let on, and I'd hate for you to endure needless repetition. That would be an insult to both our intelligence."

The other had backed away, crossing his arms in a gesture of pacification. Giorno, however, stood rigidly against Rohan, hands at his sides as if still on-guard. In the man's own words-- a safety measure. At the very least, he no longer perceived the mangaka as an immediate threat. But here of all places, one could never be too careful. "So... you murdered someone and won." Spoken dryly, a guise for the utter disgust the mere thought brought him. "That's the rule of this place, right...?"

If only he had Gold Experience, then he could afford to express his sudden and violent disapproval of his interrogator. But he held his tongue the best he could; bold words that he couldn't back up weren't worth any potential repercussions. “I haven’t earned that right myself, if that’s what you’re asking... I don’t ever intend to. I prefer to rely on these ‘shitty potions’ while they last.” A pause. “I don’t know if they’re truly ‘artificial manifestations’, but they work fine, and they don’t come at the needless price of others’ lives.”