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He wanted it to be a bad dream and there were nights where it seemed to be just that. But every night he had the dream, it was the same--he could feel the chill of the cold air wash over him. The cold left the kind of chill that went to the bone. Or perhaps it was because in this scenario, he knew what was waiting for him just inside the broken entrance of the old hotel. And it was that knowledge that chilled him to his core. This was a sequence he always wished he could run from, but every time he had tried to escape it in his dreams, Joseph found himself unable to. Whether he was aware that he was reliving that faithful day in his dreams or not, it hardly seemed to matter. He had to play through it again. And every time he had no choice but  to follow through with it, reliving the worst moment of his life--it never stopped hurting any less. It was like discovering the scene all over again. As though he had gone over the Swiss Mountains to the little village in Switzerland to find where Caesar had met his final resting place once again. It weighed on his heart heavily and had made his recovery process all the more difficult. How was he supposed to just move forward if he couldn’t get past his regrets? How did people deal with this sort of thing? Joseph was so young... and he had to shoulder so much. It was a wonder as to what else he would end up having to shoulder. Was this the legacy of his grandfather? The one he had heard so much about from his Granny Erina? It hardly seemed fair. 

Sure enough, the moment the sun came in through the hole in the ceiling and touched on the stone that sealed Caesar away--his knees went weak. Just as he had done when it had first happened, Joseph dropped to his knees in front of it. Feeling the warmth of his blood seeping into his pants from where he sat. Fingers brushed over the rough rock, as his heart started to ache. Before he could get ahold of himself, tears were once more streaming down his cheeks. How long did he have to deal with this? It was a wonder if the pain would ever end. Even if this was just a fragment of that faithful day, it was the worst part. This part of the dream was always the same and what would come after that things would change. Sometimes he would be stuck reimagining the life that he had had with Caesar and Lisa Lisa. The little moments he had had time to share with Caesar before training had started back up. Or sometimes he would be forced to remember the argument that had led to this very scenario, the one he regretted most because it had been the last argument he had ever had with Caesar. It had been the argument that caused Caesar to go off on his own and wind up getting himself killed in the end. A reminder to Joseph that in some form Caesar’s death had been his fault. Or at least that was how he felt about it. 

This time, as he wept Joseph suddenly felt as though he couldn’t breathe. He had heard of getting choked up before, hiccupping over his own sobs and having to force them out. But this was much worse than that. It felt as though something were retraining him. He found his hands moving up to his throat and gripping at something that didn’t seem to be there. His vision blurred as he gasped for air, reaching forward for the stone tomb in front of him with one hand, as if asking the fallen Caesar to help him somehow. It blurred from his sight though, leaving everything to go dark. (Is this how I die...?) He wondered if something had happened to him that he couldn’t recall. Perhaps he really had died and he was just seeing his life flash before his eyes a second ago. He knew he had to fight it somehow, but there didn’t appear to be anything to fight. Joseph was left with no choice but to allow everything to fade into darkness, just waiting for what would likely come to be his fate. Who would have thought this was how Joseph Joestar went down? (I’m sorry Caesar... I wasted the power you gave your life for.) 

His eyes snapped open suddenly. Drenched in sweat, Joseph found himself tangled and caught in something. He kicked and pulled at it the best he could, tumbling from his bed and hitting the floor, hard with a bang. It was then that he was able to finally capture a glimpse at what he was wrapped up in. A collection of purple, thorny vines had found themselves around his neck and arms. Something that confused him, greatly. Where had they come from? And why were they purple? He couldn’t remember having ever heard of a vine plant that grew in that color before. What was more concerning was just as Joseph was thinking of trying to figure out how to get out of the vines, they seemed to loosen. Actually, better than that within just moments of discovering them and wanting to figure a way out--they seemed to have just disappeared. The entire encounter, left him scratching his head. (Was it just part of the nightmare...?) Though, touching his neck, he felt a strange sensation there. Perhaps it wasn’t just another part of his nightmare. Then that went to question, just what was that?

After getting himself cleaned up and dressed, he left the room he occupied at the estate on Air Supplena Island. It was one of the things that hadn’t changed since everything had come to pass. That and Suzie Q. Something that was helping Joseph learn to deal with his grief and of course recover from his battle with Kars. He had to learn how to use his left hand after it had been replaced with a mechanical prosthetic. Something that had been gifted to him by the German scientists when it had all been said and done. He was thankful for it, but adapting to having a metal hand had been a whole other ordeal. Not only did he have to relearn how to use the muscles in his arms to power the hand, but the fact that it had no feeling was strange to him. It was likely another thing that would come easier with time, he was sure. Just like the reoccurring nightmares he had about losing Caesar. And now waking up covered in mysterious purple vines?  (Maybe this is something I should ask Lisa Lisa about.)

Plotted starter @ancnas Joseph/Joseph

Joseph took a look around as he stepped out of the rift he’d passed through. These rifts had started showing up in their world not that long ago. And after a little bit of investigating it by the use of Hermit Purple, he had found out exactly what it was that they were dealing with. Dio had surfaced again or at least it seemed that way. The catch was that this was not the Dio that they had only just defeated in Egypt. From his understanding the Dio that they were facing against now was one that had come from another world. A parallel one to the one that they lived in. That world’s Dio had actually achieved his goal, but now it would seem that that hadn’t been enough. He didn’t know exactly how but it appeared that he had learned of the other worlds that existed. And now his best guess was that he was trying to use his stand to overwrite all of them and recreate a world—his world. There seemed to be only one way to defeat a power that strong and that was to collect these corpse parts that had been scattered all across time because of Dio. The rifts had started appearing in order to enable them to pass through them to these other eras. Opening whenever another part was collected. The catch was that they never knew where they were going to end up or when, until after they got there. Another thing was that sometimes when one or more people entered the rifts, it seemed that they could be separated to a time where they would be most needed. At least that was his assumption on how the whole thing worked. Joseph was still trying to piece the story together, honestly.

This place that he had ended up though. There was something familiar about it. He couldn’t quite place it, but he felt like he had definitely been there before. Stepping out of the ring of light, it faded and disappeared behind him. Sealing him into this world until he was able to find the next part and leave. First, he had to sort out where and when he had ended up. After that then he could go onto search for the corpse part. If it brought him here, then it had to be somewhere in this world. Joseph had to find it before their enemies did or else things could get much more complicated for them. Without that power he didn’t think that they would be able to stand up against Dio’s new stand ability. But getting their hands on the part was proving to be difficult in itself. Not to mention their foes appeared to be allies of their’s that had been persuaded to turn against them. That only made things worse, especially since that this rule seemed to apply even to those who had already met their demise. Being brought back into the world just to be used as a tool to hurt their friends? It was probably worse than having to fight a new stand user to begin with. As if this whole thing couldn’t get any worse than it already was. His hope was that he wouldn’t run into anything like that, here. Although he was getting a weird feeling just from being there. Not because of the anomalies that circulated the whole circumstance but because he was certain he had been here before. Since this whole thing had started, he couldn’t say he had traveled to many places he recognized, but this one was different. Just where was it that he had ended up?

Stepping out of what looked to be like an old, structure, he found himself on a paved arena. At its center was a circular shaped pit. At first glance, he didn’t think anything of it. But doing a second take, he realized what he was looking at. (I know this place!) There was no mistaking that pit of spikes that he had to deal with fifty years ago. There was no way he would have been able to forget having to learn to walk across those things without piercing the soles of his boots or falling in. He couldn’t count how many times Loggins had made it look so easy by casually running or jumping across it like it was nothing. And yet he struggled to so much as take a step forward at first. It was the same location that he had faced off against Esidisi all those years ago. The place where his instructor had met his untimely end, too. The night he was to take his final exam from his Hamon training here had been that same night that his fight against the Pillar Men had officially began. He hadn’t really thought about it in years, considering that he didn’t actively practice his Hamon all the time anymore, at least not on its own. Any more his Hamon was distributed through his stand, Hermit Purple. That meant that the era that he had been sent back to, was the one of his own history. Backwards in time, fifty years ago to Air Supplena Island. The island he trained on for just short of a month with Lisa Lisa and Caesar. There was an odd feeling of nostalgia that him now that he realized where he was. He remembered how much he hated the place and the training he had to go with back then. But Hindsight was everything. If he could tell his younger self to treasure the moments, he had here with the people he cared about…

@proditeur

It was Fergus’ Fault

That is the most important factor. The Finnigan’s went on a rare holiday, Fergus was older--sixteen to Seamus’ ten--and bored. Boredom created dares and the dares became bigger and bigger. Steal this, or sneak here. And if Seamus ever flinched from one it became, you’ll never get into Gryffindor, you’re too scared--which of course begot a loud I AM NOT.

He ended up on a cliff side by the end of it with nasty whispers in his head, well if you can’t do it, if you can’t steal a seal skin( not that there were any here, not that there ever were) and I once saw a banshee up here, but you’re too scared, aren’t you?

So Seamus was among the rocks and waiting, trying to find a way to best Fergus without magic or much knowledge. He spent most of his summers helping mucking out horse stalls and sneaking sweets from the Inn near by. He wasn’t used to empty bits of coast with the sea sweeping out in front of him seemingly endless...

He slipped, is what happened, and as far as anyone knew disappeared into the rocks. They weren’t wrong, not exactly, except it wasn’t into the rocks and dead it was into the rocks and cave.