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johnny
[The polite giant of a man stretches out once he can see the light, and finds someone he immediately recognizes as familiar. He has no way of putting a name to a face, but it's striking enough that it gives him pause before he answers.]
Thank you...I think I know what you're talking about. You certainly have an apt name for it.
[In any case, his tone makes it clear that he has very little experience with technology like that.]
I saw it twice, actually. I don't completely understand how they did it, but I do remember it, yes.
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At any rate, he seemed to be new. Poor bastard. What the hell he'd been doing in a sack for dead bodies that had his name on it, only CERES knew for sure. The guy was polite, almost obnoxiously so, for someone who'd been stuck in a bag among a buncha hopefully fake dead bodies.]
I guess you're new then. They show that to everyone, but didn't make a lick of sense to me when I got here.
[How to explain this when he still struggled to grasp how it all worked.]
The short of it is something like... if we find the way out, we get back to the city; it's a sorta colony they set up here for everyone. I'll explain the rest when we get that far if you want. The people runnin' this place got a pretty messed up sense of humor, so I dunno how long we oughta stay here.
[He pulled out the slightly rumpled tag that'd been on the outside of the bag and held it up from where he sat in his wheelchair, high enough that the man could reach to pick it up.]
They seem to think you're Johnathan Joestar.
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That is, until a toetag is thrust towards him. He reaches down so he can look at it, and his expression immediately contorts into a mix of confusion and...disgust, maybe? Mostly confusion. For one, that cause of death surely isn't accurate, and he has no idea what half the terminology on the tag means, but there's one thing that's certain.]
They aren't mistaken. I am Jonathan Joestar.
[He furrows his brow. From the way he's talking, he's making it sound like there's some kind of mistake inherent in that.]
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But when he spoke, it was Johnny's turn to wear an expression of open-mouthed confusion.]
The hell you are, I'm Jonathan Joestar!
[He'd blurted out the words before they had a chance to filter through his thoughts, but even then, he wasn't sure he regretted them. This guy, this giant mountain of a man was supposed to be Jonathan Joestar? It wasn't bad enough his own family wished he'd died, now he had some imposter who looked a hell of a lot more respectable than he did stealing his name. Great.
He narrowed his eyes before remembering the exact same thing he'd been asked after someone else had heard the Joestar name. He shook his head, wheeling back a step to give the man space.]
Your birthmark. If you're really a Joestar, then prove it.
i wish i had an icon to use for jonathan's birthmark
[His initial reaction is shock. Two people with the same first name isn't unusual at all, but he knows Joestar is far from a common surname. Not to mention that he was supposed to be the last of his family - a fact he had internalized by now, no matter how difficult it was - and hearing a complete stranger challenge that directly, no matter how strong his resolve has grown, shakes him to the core.
How?]
My birthmark...
[It hasn't featured nearly as prominently in his life as some of his descendants, but he's seen it on his father and had it pointed out at dinner parties casually. Jonathan knows well what Johnny is referring to, and turns around while he pulls down the collar of his hospital gown.
That sure is a star birthmark on his shoulder, alright.]
This is what you mean, isn't it?
[Jonathan knows what he's referring to, but how does a stranger know about his birthmark? Is he actually...?]
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His expression was sour, not that it was much different from what he normally wore, as he reached up and slid the neckline of his shirt aside, revealing the same mark. There had to be another explanation for this. He'd been through enough confusion when Kakyoin told him about another- Joseph Joestar. Was it possible this giant of a man was his namesake? He was fairly sure there hadn't been any Jonathan's before him...]
Yeah.
[He cursed a few times under his breath. What the hell was happening?]
Hey... The year, what was it? The last date you remember?
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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.
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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?
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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.]
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[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.
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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!
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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.
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[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.
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...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!]
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...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...
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[Still, Johnny clenched his jaw, running the numbers in his own mind. Two George Joestars? How?
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembered some of the topics people spoke of publicly on their devices. The idea of similar, but different worlds was one he'd never been able to wrap his mind around, not in more than a vague sense, but...]
Every day, yeah, right. I haven't seen him in person in years. He hasn't given a shit about me since I wound up in...
[His lip curls briefly as he looks down at his lame legs and the confining chair he was stuck with. The hospital had been a living nightmare of its own and he pushed it from his mind before it held any more sway over his roiling emotions.
His father hadn't cared much about him since long before that. Nicholas was always the golden child and he was... leftover. And when that was all you had left, well, you'd probably rather have nothing at all.]
Yeah. The George Joestar I that I know is still alive. Raising horses in Kentucky.
[He shook his head.]
How the hell does something like this happen?