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[youraffection]

[ Okay, so maybe it isn't any freakier than a room full of supposed dead bodies waiting to be discovered. That's pretty weird in and of itself. But... ]

...This guy's name is also "Greg".

[loudmouths]

[ keigo blinked at his explanation and... quite frankly, looked a little Done with the situation as a whole. so much so that he started walking backwards, completely deadpanned. ]

Nope.

[adornmental]

[HE CAN SMELL FEAR--

Okay, not literally, but he can definitely tell that he's spooked Keigo. He reaches out with the arm that isn't having the life squeezed out of it, patting Keigo's shoulder.]

I won't let anything happen to you while we're here, so don't worry about it, okay? But you need to keep your guard up 'cause that's the kind of stuff that happens.

[Being on one's toes is the best way to combat potential death...!

As for the lighted area--] It's a little hard to see with the light flickering like that, since it doesn't give my eyes time to adjust, but I don't see anything. Should be okay... Oh! I think I see a door up there, actually.

[loudmouths]

[ it was about then, when kashuu patted his shoulder, that keigo realized he was clutching onto him like a frightened girlfriend in a lame haunted house. he blinked and quickly let go of kashuu, face reddening all over again. ]

R-right.

[ he nodded, following along carefully... ]

A-ah, really? A door? D-do you think we should go towards it?

[ maybe it was a trap! keigo didn't trust anything in this place. ]

[adornmental]

[Kashuu probably doesn't help by LAUGHING LIKE A PUNK, but it's not out of maliciousness. He's just easily amused... and also a brat.]

Might as well, right? [If Keigo is the frightened girlfriend, Kashuu is Victim Number 1 who thinks it's a good idea to follow the spooky noises into the dark.

But he does seem pretty unbothered as he takes the lead again to traipse on over toward the end of the hall. The light flickering overhead is pretty ominous, but the door itself seems... fine. He'll open it very carefully just in case, peeking through the crack.]

...Huh. Well, it's pretty gross in here, but I think the coast is clear? [Sure there are cages of aliens lining the walls, but that's fine! At least there are no monsters out and about...]

[loudmouths]

[ yes, the laughing didn't really help... it only made keigo tsun harder. or something. really, he was on edge, anyway, so anything could contribute to his attitude problem.

so, Frightened Girlfriend would follow Victim Number 1 along right up to the door... where he stopped short of it. best to let the guy with actual combat experience go first, right? ]

...gross? Gross how? Is there a lot of blood all over the place or something? Is someone gored up in there??

[ please stop him before he goes on a terrible tangent of circular thoughts. ]

[adornmental]

Nah, no one's dead or anything. ...Eh, well - no one's dead that I can see from here.

[Careful amendments JUST IN CASE. He doesn't want to be blamed if Keigo loses his lunch over a corpse surprise.]

It's just... caged-up things. I can't really tell if they're animals or if they're more like people, but it's not really pretty. Looks like there's another door at the other end of the room with an exit sign though, so we're probably supposed to go through here.

[Which is as good a sign as any to be even more guarded... He's careful after that, pushing the door open further and stepping into the room, where his "are they intelligent??" question will be answered when pleas for rescue immediately start sounding out instead. UNPLEASANT.]

[mysophobic]

There is a lot of bad stuff! They say it's glitches or whatever in their system, but I don't believe that at all.

[ Shigeru is not easily swayed by the lies of Ceres anymore. At least in that regard he's shaped up. ]

They claim that our worlds were destroyed by those aliens, but there's no proof of it being true. Not only that but the have things belong to said aliens here.

[aslyfox]

Even better! [ And he turns his head to give Sebastian a knowing and confident smile. ] I am one.

[ Bags upon bags line the hall. Some are open, some are still closed, but regardless--- the bodies are unfamiliar. Foreign. Not really anyone Kogi knows, so it's easy for him to ignore them. ]

... I promise that I'm not lying to you. Even though I'm big, I actually am small. My name is a trick.

[ But not the fact that he's a sword spirit. This is pretty indisputable, even if he can't prove it right away!

As they get closer to the door, it seems like a big white door-shaped light. ]

Hm.

[whatisnerd]

I guess.

[beatofmyblood]

Pardon my eavesdropping, but that is...

[How does he put this delicately?]

Do you mind talking about what happened? I think I may have some idea of what you've been through.

[beatofmyblood]

I--

[He's about to say something, but then he looks down at his own legs.

And back to hers. There's a considerable difference in height here, and he doesn't want her to get left behind.]

This might seem strange, but are you open to riding on my back?

[beatofmyblood]

[He inhales sharply when he sees that same birthmark reflected on Johnny's own shoulder. It's more than likely that he's a Joestar, at least, but this raises many more questions than it answers.]

That's--!

[It's uncharacteristically quiet compared to his usual interjections, but it's no less emotional. He doesn't know this person in any respect, but if he's family, Jonathan wants to know as much as he can.]

The year...it was 1889, on the 7th of February.

[immobileyes]

... You might have to kneel.

[ Mary will never actually turn down piggyback rides. ]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Mn...

[Darin runs his hand through his hair a bit grumpily.]

My twin brother Dromas...he was killed along with my birth father when we were five years old. I was cut down too, but...well, I'm a little harder to kill I guess...so I survived.

Jump to nineteen years later...about a month ago on my world. An ambassador from a neighboring kingdom gets murdered and I'm framed as the culprit. Eye witness described me perfectly. So I go on a journey to find the guy who was using my face to clear my name. Finally, after a month of being on the road, I get a lead and find the guy.

Turns out...it's Dromas. The Archfiends that tried to kill me apparently decided to drag his soul into their realm. I guess he grew in power there and he busted out on his own and now he wants to wipe out humanity.

[He conveniently leaves out the part where he and Dromas are the living embodiment of the end of the world and it's their destiny to kickstart the apocalypse.]

[frozentear]

Hmm... that's really suspicious. Even alien corporations are corrupt.

[That seems to be the most likely outcome, with what little he knows.]

[beatofmyblood]

[That's definitely something understandable to leave out, but as it is, it's obvious that a flash of terrified recognition has just run across Jonathan's face.]

H...How abhorrent of him! He sounds almost like...

[Yeah, that. He doesn't say the name directly, and he's not going to divulge too much information about Dio to a stranger. On top of that, he isn't entirely sure what an Archfiend is, but it doesn't sound like something that hangs around with puppies and fields of flowers.]

For what it is worth, I am truly sorry for your loss. I know it can be difficult, being the only person who survives time and again.

[johnnyjoestar]

[Shit.

This guy- he refused to acknowledge him as Johnathan dammit- recognized the birthmark just as quickly. And the date... About a year and a half before the start of the race. They were from the same time, close in age, if he had to guess. But they couldn't be more different.]

Late 1890 for me...

[His father had traveled in his day, when he still raced. It was unlikely, but possible that he'd found another woman. Really, that had to be it. It explained the different build, the hair-color(even if his blond was the aberrant one), and the... English? accent he thought he heard in his voice.]

Your father's name?

[beatofmyblood]

[...shit.

Jonathan can't say the same idea doesn't cross his mind - that after his mother had passed away, George I had relations with another woman - but unlike Johnny, he immediately shoves the notion away. His father cared too much for his mother, cared too much for both of them to have an affair, to wear her ring for the rest of his life and name another son the same damn thing.

He's sworn to protect his family's honor.]

My father's name was George Joestar I. My mother passed away when I was young, but her name was Mary Joestar.

[Nausea is slowly rising up through his stomach, and he has a feeling in his gut that he's stumbled upon something dangerous, but he's gone too far to back down now.]

[johnnyjoestar]

Shit!

[This time the curse actually makes it from his lips and he pounds his fists on the armrests of his chair. He can't look at the other without seeing everything he's sure George Joestar wished his useless, leftover son was. But to think he'd already had a son with another woman and replaced him, even in name...]

George Joestar I is my sorry excuse for a father too, but my mother was Anne Joestar.

[He gives a short, humorless bark of a laugh.]

Looks like neither of us know that shitty old man as well as we thought.

[beatofmyblood]

[Jonathan's face snaps from wariness to anger almost instantly when he raises his voice.]

You! How dare you say such things about my father!

[It takes a lot for Jonathan to break from his usual gentlemanly stride. It's hardly ever for his own preservation - no, it takes an affront against someone he cares for deeply for his hotbloodedness to truly come to the surface.

Johnny Joestar has managed to piss him off severely.]

I will not let you besmirch his noble heart! My mother...even after all those years, he never let go of the affection he held for her. He would never have even thought of doing such a thing to her memory and to our name!

[johnnyjoestar]

[Huh, touched a nerve, apparently. So he wasn't the only one to have daddy-issues when it came to George Joestar I. Noble heart? Affection? Like hell. Though he couldn't deny craving the man's attention when he was younger, he knew exactly how cold-hearted his father was.]

In case you missed it, he's my father too. I don't know who your mother was and...

[He looks down, away from the other's anger, though his own is burnin cold in the pit of his stomach. Dammit, his father should be the one here, explaining himself to this wide-eyed gentle giant, not him! He wasn't the one in the wrong here!]

-look, I don't wanna ruin whatever image you have of him, but how the hell else are you gonna explain it? Unless he had some evil twin, we're talking about the same man and- and if we're talking about the George Joestar I knew... I wouldn't even be surprised.

[beatofmyblood]

There has to be some fundamental flaw to your reasoning! I don't know what your relationship with your father was, but I will protect him and my family, no matter what!

[In his head he's going over everything Johnny has said, trying to find some kind of missed connection, some redemption for the man he idolized as a child. Johnny speaks of him as though he was a heathen, and there's a flash of dark determination in his eyes, like in any other situation he would be trading blows over such an assertation, but--

...wait.

Something's off about this. He needs to test the waters.]

...I will not allow you to condemn a dead man.

[johnnyjoestar]

[The last thing he wanted to talk about with a complete stranger was his relationship with his father. How could he feel anything but bitter toward a man who wished him dead, who measured love in medals won and old shoes. He doesn't back down from "Johnathan's" fiery glare, even if his own anger burned much cooler.]

...what the hell are you on about?

[Dead? George Joestar I wasn't dead. Johnny was the one trying to piece things together now. If this man was from 1889 and he was saying that their father was dead... that was impossible. He might not have had any correspondence with his father in the last few years, but he knew very well he hadn't off and died just yet and there weren't any other Joestars, especially not one with his father's same title!]

[beatofmyblood]

[And just as quickly as it burst onto his face, the bulk of Jonathan's anger fades as though it was never there. He's still not completely settled - and with how much has happened in the span of a few minutes, he probably won't be for some time - but there's just enough doubt in his mind that it allows him to press on with this line of questioning]

...I thought something seemed strange. "George Joestar I is." "Neither of us know him." You wouldn't speak like that about someone who has passed away, as if you still see him every day.

[Even if Johnny's relationship with his father didn't seem nearly as strong, George's memory still brings about a sense of longing in Jonathan, a profound grief that everything, in some sense, was his own fault.]

The George Joestar I that I knew died in 1888. I held him in my arms as he took his last breath. But from your reaction...