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“Really? Well, that was easy.” Then again, convincing Wamuu of anything these days, or ever, was particularly easy. It wasn’t as if he treated him and Kars on different levels, and he did whatever both of them told him to do all the time, but it just annoyed him when ever Kars would ask for or tell him to do something outrageous and he’d still do it. Not like Esidisi would do things like that.

“Actually, I want to fight with you. I don’t want to get caught off guard so suddenly and sparing puts me at ease.”

   HIS INTENTIONS WERE ALL-TOO CLEAR, but would most perhaps prove futile. Apparent in his attempts to be indulged in some mildly brought upon STRIFE. Wamuu had long since chosen to serve the two of them dutifully, keeping whatever thoughts he had to himself. Never questioning, never ever going against any word as if it were all long since SET IN STONE. Whilst anything but a fool, never would he choose to step out of line unless his WARRIOR HEART compelled him to.

The touches turn into a tight hug. Kars hoped silently that they would never have to let go, but they knew better. Santana was gone, ACDC was gone. If it was to be thought out in full, Kars has never wanted Wamuu to actually end up fighting. There had always been the risk his most valuable warrior would perish and fade away.

 Santana held a hatred for his lord because of being left behind in Mexico. ACDC, of his many flaws, had been an overzealous warmonger. Wamuu was a calm, loyal  son… 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝. Wamuu did not hate them for failing in keeping the others alive. Even after being subjected to so much, this precious thing so close to Kars.. kept his ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ heart.

   AN INTIMACY NOT OFTEN DISPLAYED BY HIS MASTER, even during the most dire of circumstances. Further silence would only befall the two, as Wamuu simply allowed himself to lean forward just a little. A mutual understanding for even before a glance was but shared, as the warrior merely lowered his head in acknowledgement. 

   Only the two of them would remain. Would remain to see the sun itself rise and set-- for his Master to see the very LIGHT OF THE SUN, the moment they would obtain what was so needed during this long journey. The heavy loss of what was in all its FRAGILE SENTIMENTALITY-- a very small ménage, to begin with.

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Wamuu had died before Kars’ eyes, yet there he stood. Unwavering… unharmed.  It sent a twinge of sᴋᴇᴘᴛɪᴄɪsᴍ and 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 through the divine being’s spine. This very well could be a hallucination or one of the [ h o r r i d  fantasies ] Kars would encounter in their sleep. These dreams mock them, bolstering the falsehood that the warriors they raised like children were still alive.

To prove the 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙼 of this fantasy; that was what the god wanted.  Kars extends a hand outward to rest onto their prodigy’s shoulder. The one their thumping chest missed dearly, the one who truly loved despite the rash and selfish choices they’d made.

   FOR THEY WOULD BE THE BEINGS TO RISE ABOVE ALL ELSE, IGNIS FATUUS but not an alien concept to one such as them. His own TALE, so it would seem, had not yet reached its end. To have died a WARRIOR’S DEATH, he could ask for nothing more. But so it would seem that fate had a different idea on where it would take him. 

   Even with the silence that followed, little time was needed in reaffirming their presence. Motionless statuesque figures beneath the pale moonlight itself. Even if there was a change in the wind itself, these very EYES and HEART of the warrior himself would know in a heartbeat if this truly was REALITY or ILLUSION. 

   This was his Master that he stood before, once more. The very one whom had raised him since birth, all those centuries ago. A mere bow of his head offered, for he would not pull away from the other’s touch just to merely get on his knees once more before them.

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“Wamuu..isn’t it boring just sitting here and only jumping when Kars asks you to? You gotta be going out of your mind.” Esidisi was about to actually head out somewhere in hopes of scouting the area to see if there was anyone around that shouldn’t be.

“Why don’t you come out with me, huh? You’ll go nuts sitting here just staring at the walls.”

   RAISED SINCE BIRTH BY BOTH HE AND MASTER KARS, Wamuu was quick to offer the other his utmost attention at his inquiry. With a bow of his massive frame, nothing however would be said of that light assumption. A peculiarity that he had long since become accustomed to, in the contrasting personalities of these two beings to which he so loyally served since the beginning of time itself. There might have been some TRUTH to those very words, but Wamuu would not allow the considerably primitive concept of BOREDOM to deter him, when it came to serving his Masters to the best of his abilities.

   HER VOICE WAS AKIN to that of a timid chirrup. With a subtle tip of his head, he would turn ever so slightly towards her direction– Just the barest minimum for the statuesque form (Still ever so IMPOSING even as he would remain seated, to remain in such a docile– if not, vulnerable enough position) to convey any sort of acknowledgement towards her. 

   A PRESENCE that could have been easily ignored, if it hadn’t been for how SILENT everything had been earlier. Another sudden tilt, at the soft c r i n k l e that would then follow after, along with the shift of delicate feet. She would remain close, standing within arm’s reach, even after the alien OBJECT had been set upon a bare thigh.

   AND YET, WHO WAS SHE TO BELIEVE that these past few days would have been enough for her to properly UNDERSTAND one such as he? To believe that she had actually grown accustom to most of his usual mannerisms? His way of thinking?

  It was laughable, really, to some extent.

   “That will provide no real nourishment for one such as I, Jo human.”

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Accepting!

   “I’m not...” He had actually groaned softly at that, as a hand was brought up to pinch the bridge of his nose. The half-hearted (If not UNAVAILING) bit of assurance offered on his part would do so little then to tame both their nerves, and the tension that had long since begun to unfold, “If you would just CEASE with these allegations, for just a moment...”

   WITH NARROWED EYES AND GRIT OF CANINES, a deep and silent breath would escape past his lips. For it was not often that he would hear the other speak and behave in such a manner. Perhaps a little too ACCUSTOMED to the almost IMPERSONAL manner in which he would carry himself. He would say nothing about that last part, save for a brief clench of his eyes and a deep exhale through his nose.

   Their Masters would not be pleased, that was for certain

   “... We must see to this matter, somehow, before our Masters find out about this.”

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Accepting!

   PURGATORY WOULD NOT BE OF THE SIGHT THAT HE HAD PERMANENTLY REMOVED HIMSELF OF. But of the F A I L U R E S in to which such a sacrifice had been made to. TO HAVE DIED A WARRIOR’S DEATH, was all he could have ever wanted. EMBRACED with open arms. What he had readied himself for, the day in which he had chosen to take on the HUMAN whom had earned his RESPECT, through the most unexpected of means.

   BOTH HIS MASTERS having long since perished– for he had failed them. And what of HE whom he had regarded as his one and only BROTHER, since the very beginning of time itself? To have awaken to all of this… Gears were still turning, but dare he to admit that he would require just a little more time before he was to make his very next move. The very last of their kind, at least, the only one who still had OPPORTUNITIES open to him, if he so chose to take it. And one, who was in the most PITIABLE of states.

   The urge to deny the other being’s statement was certainly there, the moment he had heard it. A somewhat swift turn of his head towards their direction, before it was lowered once more. Hands pressed to a stone cold wall for support, body FRAILER than it had ever been– While actually RECOVERING, would require a greater deal of time than he was truly accustom to. That INDIGNATION however quick to dissipate, the moment he remembered how much TRUTH there was, and not merely because of what was gathered from the SURFACE alone.

   “… It needs not concern you.” Was all that was simply said, as hands clenched themselves, with knuckles pressed firmly into the rigid textures behind. “I will however wish to inquire of what it is that you are doing out here.”

   Whispers hi hi, BECKOWSKY here again! Hope you’re all doing well this day/night!

   Would you give this a LIKE AND/OR REBLOG if you are interested in interacting with a WAMUU from JOJO’S BIZZARE ADVENTURES BATTLE TENDENCY. I love, love, LOVE CROSSOVERS and AUs (Like you have no idea), with a fandom list linked on the front page for your reference on what fandoms it is that I’m familiar with. 

   I’m still developing various verses for him (Such as a SDC one and one where he and his fellow PILLARMEN allies themselves with the humans-- yup, that’s a really, really big AU) other than his canon ones, and understand that he might be a smidge TOUGH (Being still technically a villain and all, and being rather hard to play nice with) to interact with, but I will certainly be happy to plot things for when that time comes! And ofc, say hi because I love making friends!!!

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Accepting!

   FRAIL, FRAILER THAN MOST OTHERS OF HER KIND. An elderly that had long since surpassed her PRIME, but not necessarily DECREPIT. Not with the way that she had still managed to carry herself then. It was fortunate, really, that he himself had been able to sense her presence before there had been the opportunity to EXTINGUISH HER LIFE. Less than even a brush of his arm against her-- No, perhaps much lesser than that could have caused her far GRAVER HARM.

   “You have no need to fret, human.” With a slight turn of his head, a presently nonchalant gaze drifted off once more to the dark streets ahead. The way to which he had been focused on before this unnecessary exchange had transpired. With that single statement made, Wamuu would continue on his way, returning to the task at hand.

With no further worry of hostilities, and a guess that this conversation was going to be anything but brief, Jotaro listened as he dug out his lighter and half-empty pack of cigarettes from the pockets of his coat. A small flame soon appeared after he stuck one of the sticks of tobacco into his mouth, but before going through with the habitual practice, he gave reply.

“Yea. Don`t know what he was really like all those years ago,” 

There came a pause as he lit his cigarette and stuck his lighter and carton back into their places. He exhaled a sigh of smoke, then continued on.

“But I can tell you he`s still got energy. Guess he`ll be that way for a long time, though.” Some things just never change, as the cliché saying proved. Even in his advanced years, there was no end to that boisterous behavior. But, irritated as Jotaro might have been at times by his actions, that man just wouldn’t be his grandfather otherwise.

   THE NONCHALANCE DISPLAYED had only been received with a somewhat inquisitive tip of the PILLAR MAN’S head. Knowing now to NEVER UNDERESTIMATE beings of this BLOODLINE, eyes remained INTENTLY on the male before him. With whatever CAPABILITIES and POTENTIALS they have long since proved to this very WARRIOR.

   HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN PECULIAR CREATURES, so desperate to throw away their FRAGILE LIVES. The one JOJO, JOSEPH JOESTAR, especially, would prove that very statement true. Along with so many others things.

   HE WAS PLEASED, and for a moment, lips would dare tug into the smallest of smirks. Joseph Joestar, unsurprising, perhaps, that you would still continue to live to this day. The PRIDE that you hold, the PRIDE that most likely continued to run in this family of yours. The WARRIORS that you must have raised over these years, who mostly likely held the same amount of ferocity and cunning that you have...

   JOJO.

   FOR IT IS NEEDLESS TO THROW AWAY ONE’S LIFE, when it was already as fragile as it was. For the women and children that would not even choose to stand in their way, never would it be the WARRIOR’S WAY to cut them down. To spill the blood of not just the INNOCENT, but that of the HELPLESS. Those that have yet to bloom (That itself had been a warning Lord Kars himself had brought upon him, all those centuries ago, for they would grow and come after them when the time was right). 

   INSTINCTS WOULD BUT OF COURSE TAKE OVER, massive figure shooting forward without a second thought. SHIELDING the petite human from the incoming vehicle, whilst swerving violently back and forth, would most definitely result in striking HER. Arms raised and forearms summoning forth vicious whirlwinds to steer the thing off direction-- if not crash it into a nearby building.

Dammit it all straight to hell for it never to return! A cascade of bubbles launched forward, colliding into the side of the inhuman specimen. There was no way for him to be here even in the dead of night. His presence is obvious from his structure alone and unsettling. What could be made out as simple features, are exaggerated – balanced in a way that is just unreal. 

Someone would have seen him. Someone would have noticed and someone would have tired to take advantage of him ( if they had the balls to do so). There would have been a commotion, some degree of a panic with the remnants of people lingering around the streets. Running away, a shrill scream – SOMETHING. 

But just like the wind – obvious and strong yet unseen – there he was. Undetected but very much real. And that understanding, that factor, no matter how much his anger layered on his actions could mask, it was unnerving.

“ What the hell are you doing here!? ”

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   WHILST FORTUNATE that the precipitous strike had only but brushed his side, it did not stop the fact that the HAMON INFUSED BUBBLES burnt itself into the being’s side. Much like a lit torch THRUST into that of a human’s fleshy side. This one’s breathing relatively unsteady despite-- Correction, because of that immediate lashing out towards his unexpected arrival and presence within this vicinity. It was understandable enough that the human had been caught off guard, but was still able to inflict some damage upon him. A fair enough punishment for his own lack in awareness, this time round.

   OTHERS WOULD BE WISE enough as to vacate the vicinity, while they still could. Unwise as it was to cause further commotion, so it would seem that the other has yet to consider that on the same wavelength as he. Having briefly taken in their surrounding area, sky blue orbs would focus themselves intently on the warrior from across him.

   WHILE HE MIGHT HAVE GROWN, so it would appear that he was not yet ready. Almost like a feral feline that had been caught off guard. His anticipated battle, however, would be with be with the more OBNOXIOUS ONE. Wherever he was then, it was not alongside this one, this time.

   For now, he had been sent here for one reason alone, and that was to SCOUR. To comb through this part of the area in hopes of bringing them just a little closer to the location of the RED STONE itself.

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Accepting!

   BROWS WOULD RAISE EVER SO SLIGHTLY, a quiet hum reverberating from past his throat. Not yet moving from his knelt position beside the bubbling brook, his gaze raised itself to focus onto the other nearby. 

   Both figures bathed in pale moonlight, and the chill of the night air itself somewhat welcomed. Especially when compared to that of blazing sun of day. Lips would eventually tug into the most minuscule of simpers. with a gentle sweep of his hand across the cool water, Wamuu then brought himself back up onto his feet, massive form straightening to its fullest height.

   “And, with good reason.”

   FOR HAD THIS NOT BEEN THE NIGHT where he, as a WARRIOR, had been able express himself to his fullest potential? For the HAMON USERS-- with that ability to harness the power of the SUN itself, the only thing that could have truly stopped their kind-- that have fallen at their very feet, despite their attempts to bring them down. They hadn’t come in the greatest of numbers, but they have been very the LAST of their kind, the strongest that had to be offered, surely. The WARRIOR SPIRIT within them had called out to him. Roared, screamed to the skies above. Even before determined eyes would met with his on the battlefield itself... It had been a satisfying battle, along with the victory to which they achieved at the very end of it all.

   Do you not feel the same?

   A foolish question that he had been quick to scorn himself for, for having even formed it at the back of his head in the first place. He resigned with one more glance to the other, before looking off to the ruins that now surrounded them, the ruins of Rome itself.

   ... Where would their Masters go from here on out?           Wamuu would only allow himself to wait, until further orders would be given.