#disastrousjest

Well fuck.

His JiJi is back.

It was no surprise that Jocasta felt out of place learning some new practice known as Hamon. Surrounded by well trained and very strong men and women alike, of course she would feel like a misfit from the start.

She made the best of it, staying quiet most of her first days. She felt lonely, but knew it would probably be beneficial to keep her head down, though she found the rowdy chaos the Joestar brought to often bring a smile to her face. She knew better than to get into trouble with him, yet being bored on a training ground is certainly a viable means to make new allies.

Hikari dried off her wet curls with a towel, grinding the fabric vigourously between each lock. Of course she was training harder than ever, even her old workout sessions at the local gym couldn't hold a candle to what she was doing now. The former vampire wore a constant smirk as to remind herself of how far she has come. Through Soft Cell and back.

"Heh, believe me, y'won't see me pussyin' out. Been through worse. Was jus' a bit worried, since I knew how strict Hamon training was. This is kind of a breeze in comparison," her mind wandered to when she was woken up at 3 AM to climb a mountain, and she visibly shuddered, "to, uh, that."

She did seem, however, to hold her head a bit higher. Carry herself prouder. Hikari hung her towel on the drying rack, straightening it out, and stretched her arms. Slightly sore. Prolly gonna hurt in the mornin'.

      The mercenary had learned about an amazing hamon coach named Lisa Lisa, and was curious about the lessons. While Kassandra had her hamon well under control for the most part, she knew that she would have to learn more about it. She wouldn’t admit it outright, but when she loses her temper her hamon is all over the place. Luckily, the mentor agreed to letting her into the loop of training, and would meet her with the other two she would be working along side with for a short time. An invitation to meet them in the park- a neutral ground. Ikaros scouted ahead for her, looking over and finally spotting three people that fit the description for her to meet. Finally she was approaching them, amber gaze shifting from the woman, to the two men standing there beside her. She doesn’t come too close- rather, she kept her distance. Her head nods to their direction, arms crossing over her chest. 

Soren had been trying to adjust to the new place since about two days ago. He’d been on his way to Endeavor’s agency, focused on getting there quickly since he was running late. Curse his insomnia. He had opted to take some of the more hidden routes, knowing they’d get him closer sooner. He’d been running about, hoping fences with ease as he rushed to work. At one point, Soren had turned a corner only to freeze.

The area immediately looked different and the blazing sun had thrown him for a loop. Had he really been running around that long? Soren had gone to turn back into the alley he came from only to find he was now facing a wall. Nothing was making sense. Where the blazes was he?! He’d tried to call Endeavor only for his phone to straight up cancel the call.

Speeding up to present day, he was standing outside of the diner that just got shot up. Soren had noticed the culprit as he managed to crawl away with the rest of the patrons and had made a mental note to demand answers. He winced, arm coming up to cover his eyes as several grenades went off. What in the—?! Before he can even question what’s going on, he notices the man that held the gun earlier running off with a friend.

“I didn’t mean to hurt them...but why would you hurt them??” Gerard looked at his stand as it floated there unsure of what to do. 

“I didnt know if I was telling you to help me out of fear for my life... but if you did then thank you...” Gerard said to his stand with tears filling his eyes with his “imaginary friend” fading away. 

In Smokeys office he looked at his old friend Joseph, and a much newer individual that came to his manor after he had called them once Gerard haf told him everything. However he knew good  and well that if anything bizarre or out of the blue happened he would call upon his old friend Joseph Joestar. 

“As you can see..I know that my sons child is no way a cruel person nor would he ever hurt anyone not even the maids here... which is why I had to call you up for assistance here Mr. Joestar. I’m sure you and your companion Mr. Mohammed Avdol am I correct?”  “Of course, do you know where Gerard is currently?” Avdol said in a  calm manner. 

@disastrousjest​ asked : “Stand right there and don’t get any closer!” -to Esidisi

terrible meeting starters || accepting

       A smirk upon the Pillar Man’s lips, mocking, TAUNTING at the sudden outburst made by the human. While he doesn’t fully plan on underestimating Joseph, he doesn’t seem to see him as much of a threat. That much is obvious in the way he stands, as if he’s facing a mere CHILD.

    “You seem frightened.” A chuckle comes from deep in his chest. "Where’s that fighting spirit you held not so long ago? Come now, don’t tell me you’ve lost all of your bravery so quickly.” Head tilts, finger under his chin as if pondering the thought. “Perhaps I come to you with PEACEFUL intentions.”