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The longer Kars stared at this young man, the more there was something irritatingly familiar about him - A photo, he recalled, a photo of a young man, at that woman's house. The little visit her naive kindness offered him. Enough for tea and discover bits about her strange family. This man, no mistakenly, held characteristics of an infamous family. Yet, Holy was the only he could pay respect - just like her grandmother. " You might not know me, doesn't matter, I hope your mother has been well. "

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Jotaro had preoccupied himself within the front of his home. The arrival of autumn meant that the trees that so carefully arranged along his front gate were changing shade and shape. Lush greens and healthy umber branches transforming into warm hues of crimson and gold as their branches shrunk into slightly brittle shafts upon a still brown trunk. The son of this household had been so lost in his activity that he did not notice how this stranger was watching him.. 

“Hm?”

The delinquent looked up to a voice that had addressed him so. Discovering a large man elegantly clad in expensive fabrics and possessing eyes of garnet. He was striking, to say the least.. too striking to be conveniently associated with his family on any level.. but, his mother was a kind woman. As far as the student knew, his mother was in the house tending to the koi pond.

“...She’s fine.” 

The boy was curt, but not aggressive or impolite. Though his suspicions were now raised.

“ SOMETIMES i feel like i'm becoming ... weaker . ”

nothing seemed to prompt such an unusual outburst of emotion from wamuu , he himself was even surprised for a second that he managed to go through with saying such a thought out loud , but it was something that had been plaguing his mind for a while . despite his stoic face , even a mere human could see the distress hidden in his eyes as he stared off into the distance and he was sure that such a fact alone was a problem .

She knew if her father caught wind of what she was doing, she envisioned his scolding perfectly to the letter. She was chasing nothing more than stories. But, she’d think back. Had it not been the same for him when he learned of the Stand Arrows? Surely, such a thing were but fiction, yet it remained in Passione’s possession.

From what she had learned from the knowledge gathered, was that they were powerful. Ancient. Perhaps really beyond human comprehension. Trish didn’t care much for all such things, all she wanted was that power for herself.

For.. Passione, she corrected. It was one in the same, but not many saw that yet. She would make sure they did.

In the dark of Italy’s streets, it was their time to walk. Naples may very well be their domain once the sun set and any sensible, innocent and reasonable civilian checked out for the night. Coincidentally, this would also make it their time, too. Fitting.

Nobody stayed hidden or unknown to Passione for long. The moment someone stepped foot in their territory, they would know and therefore, Trish would know. In black attire, the only thing that broke the backdrop of shadows was the shock of pink hair sitting atop her head and the faint light of a cigarette illuminating her face. He didn’t seem to bother even hiding when navigating the city. That made things easier for her.

“Kars.” Her voice spoke with certainty, without trace of fear and full of hubris of youthful ambition. She stepped further into the light, where the street post brightened and showcased more of her features. She offered a cold smile that equalled the winter’s bite. “ -- The ‘Pillar man.’, correct? Ultimate Being, the genius. Passione would like to discuss a few things with you.”

   Were his eyes deceiving him? 

   They’d meet countless different people on their journey but it was the very first time Joseph felt like rubbing his eyes. The man he’d been staring at for a while now didn’t stand out in the crowd, really. But his face... It looked too similar to an old foe... 

   He could only hope the other wouldn’t notice his quite obvious gaze, just in case Joseph’s suspicions were true.

It happened in all of seconds, really. One moment, she had just finished her sentence, about to cross the street, when in a blink of an eye, she had been plucked from the corner back into his arms and away from the curb. Before she could even register that, the car sped by, having veered to the spot where she had been moments ago. If Kars hadn’t noticed the drunk driver, she most certainly..

Holy blinked a few times. Then it sunk into her just what happened, shock, panic and alarm all mingling into one frightened yelp. She steadied herself by clutching at his supporting arm, but with how secure he grabbed her, it was unnecessary.

“Oh, g-goodness, was that.. would I have..” she trailed off. No, she didn’t really want to think on it. Her heart was already beating a mile a minute. Exhaling, she slumped a little in his grip; turning her thankful gaze to him.

“ -- Thank you. I think.. you just saved my life.” A small smile formed, as she was a little too shook up for anything else. “I think it’s safe to let go now.”