#jotaro 01

“Eeeekk!” As strong she is, elizabeth is weak with anything small, especially bugs. “Help me! There’s a bug on my back !!”  As if that’s the worse thing in the world. 

She did try to shake it off. But it won’t came off !!! She just couldn’t bring herself to take it from her back. 

It’s that kid from before. A man of few words. That’s fine with Risotto, at least it seems like he wasn’t the only one who didn’t dress for the occasion. Maybe they could just sit in silent solidarity with one another in this predicament. Even if Jotaro came here on his own accord and not entirely threatened like he had been. Well... That term was used loosely, it was more so to keep a headache from springing up in his room should he decide he didn’t want to be here.

Well after a taxi ride that only made it half an hour before she had to disembark due to her transformation coming to an end followed by a gruelling slither through the rest of the city she had finally made it to her assigned ‘housing.’

It was the beach. Literally just the beach. She was perfectly acquainted with living beneath the waves and spent the vast majority of her life doing so, but this wasn’t exactly what she expected when she’d been told she was being ferried to her sleeping arrangements. The idea of a new ocean, unknown waters with who knows what already claiming it as a territory while her form had been made so small and her capabilities all but taken away wasn’t exactly thrilling to say the least. 

The place didn’t seem heavily populated at this time of day but it wasn’t entirely empty. She’d drawn more than a few passing glances on her way here but the people hadn’t scattered in fear like she assumed they would, which was both strangely convenient and a little unsettling. One such person seemed to be staring at her longer than the others though and he didn’t seem to flinch as she crept closer. 

He was at the aquarium for a biology project – an important one at that. Something about the ecosystems and how animals adapted to them. The teacher decided to assign him marine life and although Mitsuru didn’t mind, he was sure he would have enjoyed being outside in the sun than being here.

He looked through his messy notes again. The manatee and it’s habitats...ah, he saw the sign that pointed towards the mammals, one of which read: manatees. “Hurray!~”

Mitsuru ran towards the exhibit, skillfully dodging the visitors as he made his way towards a large glass window. He peered through and squinted, trying to catch sight of his topic. 

That they’d deigned to give him a wooden sword after taking away his original is nothing short of confusing, and the garbage can lid feels demeaning to carry around. Like this, he feels not unlike a child again, left in the lower quarters of the capital to engage in imaginary adventures with the same childish shield and a stick to serve as his weapon. But Yuri is not here and Flynn is certainly no child, and so these substitute weapons feel very much like a mockery to what he’s worked tirelessly to become.

Still, this agitation is something he does well in swallowing back when he manages to catch the eye of a stranger, a tall man who looks powerful enough to crush someone with his bare fists if he so desired. Perhaps he doesn’t look to be the best person to ask, but he seems to be more at ease within this city than Flynn does--and that is reason enough to approach.

       Oh, lord. She's seen some tall men in her day, but this guy is just gigantic. Like, a total giant. Like, so big he could reach the highest shelves at the store. That's how tall this dude was and when you see someone who's tall, well, you want to stare at them. Peering behind red frames, Yosafire watches closely as he walks. She's trying her best to keep herself hidden behind a tree, palms pressed against the bark to keep her balance as she peers out. Seriously, it should be illegal to be this tall. Back home, people would've been in awe. Well except maybe Kcalb, but that old man isn't surprised by anything these days.

        Red eyes bore into his figure, studying him closely. While all of his clothing was rather...different, her attention fell to his hat. It..melded into his hair. Great, something else that's going to keep her up at night wondering about how it's done. Seriously, here she is watching some guy from behind a tree while two people have been murdered. Yosafire definitely has her priorities straight, it seems. He was getting farther now as he continued to walk and she didn't want to lose sight of him, not her potential subject. Out of all the other students thia guy practically screams shady at her and rather than sitting around and doing nothing, she's trying to do something about the situation to make herself useful. Quietly now, she speedwalks behind him, keeping a fair distance so that he won't suspect anything.

        It seemed to be going well for a time, she quietly walked along and he had no idea she was tailing him, when they were just about the enter the park, it was then that he stopped. Yosafire froze in place now as she tried to think of somewhere she could hide, but it was too late. He had seen her. 

       Oh well, time to act natural.