Somehow he knows where he is in the darkness, but unlike others, who may try to tear their way out of their body bag with brute force, Jonathan can do nothing but stare at the black in front of his eyes. Everything up until now has hit him in a single blow - blood, zombies, Dio, what he thought was his life flashing before his eyes, but now realizes must have been something beyond his comprehension entirely, aliens - and lying here, remembering how to breathe again, is the one way he can convince himself that he's alive.
How? Why?
As much as he needs some time alone to process everything and calm down, there's only so much oxygen in this body bag. If anyone's passing him by, they might pick up on the sound of his rattled breathing or the fact that his body bag is about to fall off a dusty old shelf.
And then, well. Who wouldn't want to open the bag of a person who died like this?]
phase iii;
[This is what they meant by "code", then. Even if he doesn't fully understand it, he knows that if he wants to live, he should get out of here, and fast.
But if there's one thing Jonathan Joestar is good at, it's putting others before himself, even in the most dire situations. When he spots someone else lurking through the shadows, bits and pieces of their essence turning corrupt under the darkness, it's only natural that he tries to save and protect as many people as he can. That's a promise.]
Pardon me. Are you lost as well? If we're going to find a way out, we ought to do it together.
[Perhaps unconsciously, perhaps to signify that he isn't a threat, his body illuminates in a golden aura that naturally feels safe and warm.]
This is a troublesome situation, but let's make the best of it. Hurry!
[If you accept, this affably British gentleman will tag along with you like a beefy lighthouse in a hospital gown, looking for an exit - and if you've spotted him and his posse midway through their search, he'll approach you with a similar line. It seems naive, gathering so many people in one place for whatever's stalking them, but more perceptive individuals will notice that he's always placing himself so he's closest to the noises.
When he makes a promise, he damn well sticks to it.]
jonathan joestar | ota!
[Jonathan Joestar has no idea what's going on.
Somehow he knows where he is in the darkness, but unlike others, who may try to tear their way out of their body bag with brute force, Jonathan can do nothing but stare at the black in front of his eyes. Everything up until now has hit him in a single blow - blood, zombies, Dio, what he thought was his life flashing before his eyes, but now realizes must have been something beyond his comprehension entirely, aliens - and lying here, remembering how to breathe again, is the one way he can convince himself that he's alive.
How? Why?
As much as he needs some time alone to process everything and calm down, there's only so much oxygen in this body bag. If anyone's passing him by, they might pick up on the sound of his rattled breathing or the fact that his body bag is about to fall off a dusty old shelf.
And then, well. Who wouldn't want to open the bag of a person who died like this?]
phase iii;
[This is what they meant by "code", then. Even if he doesn't fully understand it, he knows that if he wants to live, he should get out of here, and fast.
But if there's one thing Jonathan Joestar is good at, it's putting others before himself, even in the most dire situations. When he spots someone else lurking through the shadows, bits and pieces of their essence turning corrupt under the darkness, it's only natural that he tries to save and protect as many people as he can. That's a promise.]
Pardon me. Are you lost as well? If we're going to find a way out, we ought to do it together.
[Perhaps unconsciously, perhaps to signify that he isn't a threat, his body illuminates in a golden aura that naturally feels safe and warm.]
This is a troublesome situation, but let's make the best of it. Hurry!
[If you accept, this affably British gentleman will tag along with you like a beefy lighthouse in a hospital gown, looking for an exit - and if you've spotted him and his posse midway through their search, he'll approach you with a similar line. It seems naive, gathering so many people in one place for whatever's stalking them, but more perceptive individuals will notice that he's always placing himself so he's closest to the noises.
When he makes a promise, he damn well sticks to it.]