Joseph’s eyes widened.  He didn’t know what was going on, but he called out Hermit Purple.  Jonah looked vaguely like a Pillar Man.  Oh god.  This was bad.  But it wasn’t the weirdest shit Joseph had ever seen.  Honestly?  It’d been too long since the weird shit that followed the Joestar bloodline around had been in Joseph’s life.  He’d been craving the adrenaline rush of a quest.  Didn’t know why, but he’d definitely been wanting to do that lately.  “Infected?  Okay.”  

He took a few breaths, closing his eyes before humming.  Not trying to summon his hamon.  Not with Jonah.  Not when Jonah was his family.  How could he kill his uncle?

@justachildofthemoon

@jojoingjoseph “He’s in good ‘ands~”

@justachildofthemoon “One step at a time, mate, but I’ll do my best.”

[⚰️]  — “So, to make a really long story short, I can’t be killed. Well, I mean, I can die, but I don’t stay dead.”

✞  Pucci had the day off, and he had decided to spend it in the city running errands. His eyes perked up when he heard someone speak with an Italian. It had been years since he had last visited the country, and hearing the language made him a bit homesick. His family used to travel to the country every year to visit their relatives, and he missed the country.

Peculiarly, the stranger soon continued speaking in an American accent. Pucci was feeling friendly today, so he decided to try and strike up a conversation with the stranger.

Kars twitched, a piece of them? He had no body parts of them, no, none would have, fabrics of course, he had that. Scents and candles Esidisi had created for him.. Wham of course he had toys he and Esidisi had created.

It enraged him at the thought, yet remained silent for the moment, revealing no emotion at that very point.

“What kind of pieces, I require this ability now. (I need to see them again) What can I do? What can I do to get them back.”

There was the saying, that Stand users are drawn to each other. But despite encountering several Stand users in the past, Giorno couldn’t say he’d felt a connection quite... like this.

Bumping into the stranger had been an accident, but as he turned to apologise, he actually had to pause. Something about the man seemed... almost familiar? Like Giorno should know him, he just wasn’t sure from where.

He jolts and turns around. He recognizes those feathers from the pharmacy, and immediately identifies the dinosaur as Jonah. “How do you keep running into me?!”