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[div class="Name"]Joshua ♡ Joestar[/div]



Its been two weeks now. Two weeks since the funeral. Two weeks and today is the day that Joshua Joestar has to pick up his father's belongings from his office, they were held as evidence until the police deemed them unrelated to the incident. Joshua's father, Jimpachi Joestar, renowned detective and medal winning boxer was found dead in his office at the police station; it was determined that foul play was involved. This isn't the only mystery that the Joestars were wrapped up in however; Jordyn Joestar, son of Jimpachi and brother of Joshua Joestar, went missing two months prior to the murder. Fueled by the desperate need to find his son, Jimpachi pieced together and lead the missing persons case, until now...




"Joshua, come out of there! You can't just lock yourself in your father's study for the rest of your life, besides...I have a job for you!" The soft, yet nagging voice of Joshua's mother, Natalia Kujo-Joestar, rung out as she banged on the door to Jimpachi's study. On the other side of the door, Joshua Joestar was nose-deep in several manila folders labeled "CLASSIFIED - PROPERTY OF GCPD"; a personal collection of Jimpachi's that was stored way in the confines of his study. The folders contained many case files related to the missing persons reports that were filed in the last few months, including Jordyn Joestars. Joshua usually ignored his mother's desperate pleas to exit the room, however, this time his mother caught his attention; what was this 'job' that she had for him?




The sound of several locks clicking open could be heard from the outside of the study before the door steadily creaked open. Joshua Joestar stood in the entry way with an angry scowl on his face, "Im busy. What is it?" He asks with a grunt. Natalia's annoyed expression forms into a pitiful pout as the looks up at her son. "This is hard for us both JoJo...it's even harder for me if the only son I have left is locking himself away like this." Jojo scratches the back of his head and gives a deep sigh, "Look mom, i'm busy trying to find out what happened to Jordyn, I don't need anymore distractions! Now what do you want?" Joshua's mother can't stop her eyes from watering up slightly as she chokes out what she needs to say. "The police station called, they've released your father's belongings. Just go pick them up for me okay...?" Jojo perks up as she mentions his father's belongings; perhaps there are more leads to be found in Jimpachi's things from the station!




It was already evening, and the usual population of Green Creek's streets were beginning to dwindle down for the day. The sky was tinted a bright orange as the sun began it's descent behind the vast mountains in the distance. The clicking sounds of Jojo's boots were the only sounds to be heard as he headed into town, giving off an almost eerie vibe. As Jojo reached the station, a small flyer that was nailed to a streetlight pole grabbed his attention. 'MISSING - JORDYN JOESTAR' A picture of Jordyn followed the text; He had bright green hair and his cheekbones protruded out sightly, giving him a chiseled appearance, Jojo gulped down his sadness as he tore the flyer down and stuffed it into his pocket, revealing another missing persons flyer beneath it. 'MISSING - GAVIN KENNEDY' This person must be another one of the people that have mysteriously gone missing lately. Jojo tore that flyer off as well, adding it to his new collection of pocket flyers. He gave a deep sight as he walked into the station




Several minutes go by before Jojo exits the building, he struggles to make it out of the door as several boxes are piled up in his arms. After he regains his footing, Joshua begins to make his way back to the Joestar Estate. A man leans against the wall in an alleyway across the street from the station, stealthily watching Jojo as starts his journey the down the sidewalk. "Kyeheheh..." The man giggles as he begins to trail Joshua from a distance, preferring to stick to the shadows.



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[Lunar]

Pilgrim59 Damafaud Probably George Ferociousfeind Midrick

 

[Ferociousfeind]

Agelica Giovanna - Green Creek

Angelica stepped off of her bus, and into the streets. The streets of Green Creek, Washington. She stepped off with a marked smile, telling of her present enjoyment of her trip to America. The smile was tainted with the faint grace of regret, having not spent more of her trip actually enjoying it instead of trying to spite her father. Speaking of, he would be so happy if he could see her now. All grown up, taking the bus on her own, getting ready to explore one last little town before she makes a return trip to Italy.

The girl began walking down the street absentmindedly, reading the store signs and marveling at the products. Who knew you could buy that? Who knew you could make those things for so cheap!? She had to check these places out at a later date. What she wasn't paying attention to, unfortunately, was the sidewalk she was on. If anyone else was on the sidewalk, she would slam into them, without a doubt.

(That's the current plan- smacking into Joshua while she's distracted. Or anyone else, if they wanted to take the opportunity! Lunar Pilgrim59 Damafaud Probably George Ferociousfeind Midrick as well, I think that's everyone)

 

[Probably George]

Sun breaking the horizon and a boisterous voice on the radio blasting throughout the town. Among the citizens who's days started out with the voice was a young man on his own, named Datto. The man on the radio kept going on and on, slowly pulling Datto from his slumber. Eventually he got tired of the buzzing, and attempted at the sleep button. It was just out of reach. He lazily keep swiping at the radio, eventually pulling out his stand to slam down on the radio. It was successfully muted, but when Datto took a look, he saw that it would be permanently out of commission. "Goddamit..." he mumbled. With his phone actually in reach, Datto grabbed it and checked the time. Sloppy. Along with the time, he saw a message from his mother. 'Things aren't going too well around here. I'm really sorry, but we wont be able to send you anything this month. If you need anything, ask your uncle Vinny. Love, Mom.' He simply nodded it off before eventually pulling himself out of bed and getting dressed.

Now out and about, Datto had to think of a way to grab some cash. The funds from last month were scarce, just barely enough to cover this month's rent. If he didn't want to live off 30 cent ramen for a month, he'd have to do some stealing. Sadly, Washington was devoid of casinos, so he'd have to go with the much more close and personal formula. As he ventured through the streets, he kept eyeing possible vict- sources. Old ladies are easy to talk up, but going through a purse is a risky move. Wallets are the best source, but it has to be a pants pocket. There's no way he'd get away with reaching inside someones coat.

Just as it all seemed hopeless, Datto noticed a young girl, looking around the city. Must be a tourist; the perfect target. Nonchalantly, Datto made his way towards her, acting like he was also captivated by the sights. Right as the two hit each other, Datto grabbed her arms to make sure she didn't fall. Okay that's not why he did it, that was his cover up. The real reason was so that Lives of Flies could steal her sense of touch. As soon as it went through, there was a quite, high pitched "Mine!" coming from Flies, sounding like a bird imitating it's owner. He had about 4-8 seconds to find the wallet. While Flies was searching the woman's pockets, Datto tried distracting her. "Oh- my bad! 'Wasn't really looking where I was going." He backed with a small smile. As long as she didn't notice the lack of feeling from his hands on her arms, Datto would be in the clear and could walk off with her wallet in no time.
Ferociousfeind

 

[Ferociousfeind]

Angelica Giovanna - A Robbery

The girl stumbled for a few brief, before snapping into reality with the collision. Angelica inspected the man in front of her, searching his features about as quickly as she could manage. He was nondescript enough- though the full sideburns and beard combination was a bit... odd to her. A red flag, one might say. But some innocent people are just like that, was she one to judge? Not exactly.

"I-I," she fakes a stutter, chuckling nervously, "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention to the sidewalk..." yanking her hands from him and pushing a strand of hair out of her face, focusing now on eye contact, "Did you get hurt, honey? I'm a tourist, see? I didn't know people slammed into each other so often. Or I'd pay more attention!" she laughed, "Could I make up for the inconvenience somehow, sir?"

In the mean time, Angelica was already formulating how she was going to take advantage of this poor local. She readied her Stand, Day Tripper, in case he decided tagging along with the foreigner was somehow a good idea. She was, in fact, too busy readying Day Tripper to notice that she hadn't felt his hands on her arms in the slightest, nor any other sensation, let alone her wallet disappearing from her back pocket. What a tragedy.

Probably George

 

[Probably George]

Hook, line, and sinker. The girl was none the wiser to the mugging happening right under her nose. Even if she tried anything, no one's beaten Datto while under the protection of his little guardian spirit. Said spirit had already nabbed her wallet. But since the girl was offering lunch, Datto could leave a $20 for good behavior.

Now with the money is his pocket, Flies carefully put the wallet back in it's original spot, taking a moment to creep a bit at the girl, muttering "Mine!" Datto noticed and quickly kicked at Flies, causing the stand to fade back into him. "Sorry about that; twitch. But yea, some food sounds nice about now. How about that? I know a nice oyster place around here. Give you a good welcome to washington, my treat~" Datto sealed the deal with a light smirk. If he played his cards right, his luck wasn't gonna end with the tourist's wallet.

Ferociousfeind

 

[Midrick]

Darrell sprinted down the road, blowing past pedestrians on his route. Although likely no one could see it. His stand, Head Crusher, followed close behind. He was training himself and his stand after finding out its horrendous speed. It lagged behind and a pained expression formed on its equally horrific face, the hooks in the lower and upper lips of Crusher's skull forced it into a constant snarl, and the visor bolted onto the upper portion prevented reading the eyes, but the brow still worked fine. Other than that it was a pretty sweet deal. Under the suit jacket that covered the upper torso of his Stand were armored plates that replaced the muscles of a normal body.

"Come on!" He yelled, to the others he seemed to be yelling to himself but he was really encouraging his Stand. He came to a street corner and doubled over panting, he had been in a dead sprint for almost a half mile. His stand hunched again, looking towards him in the same pleading expression. Darrell checked his phone timer. "Five seconds off, it's a good start." He said looking Head Crusher. Head Crusher stood up looking a little prideful. Darrell stretched out his back and legs, and did a double take when he saw a giant plague doctor floating next to a guy and rifling through a girl's pockets Wha-Whaaat!? he thought to himself, then Darrell realized that he must have the same sort of thingy that he had. A wry grin spread across his face. "Come on Head Crusher, we've got more training..." he said as he rolled up the sleeves of his sweatshirt and pulled down his hood. He crossed the street with bad intentions.

As he rounded the corner he sized the man up, they were about the same height and weight, but Darrell was really interested in how a fight with both of their Stands would go. He walked by, but as he did, he slammed his shoulder into man. He stopped, turned around, and smirked at him "Sorry, I guess I should watch where I'm going huh." He said with a mocking apologetic tone. "But while I'm here, I guess I should let you know that I saw you steal from that girl." His smirk turned to a grim as he balled his fists. "I think it'd be wise if you did." He said as Head Crusher Manifested behind Darrell, Mirroring his grin and cracking its knuckles.

Probably George
Ferociousfeind

 

[Ferociousfeind]

Angelica Giovanna - Confrontations

"An oyster place sounds splendid, really," Angelica smiled, nodding. During the nonchalant motion, her Stand, little more than a translucent tendril, wrapped once around the man's wrist. It was hardly visible to even Angelica as she watched the thing finish Step One, and give the man a hazy pink bracelet made of her Stand. All that was left was figuring out just what made this guy tick, and she'd be well on her way around Washington. The sooner she "experienced" Washington, the sooner she'd be able to hop on a plane and head back to Italy.

She could see, for a brief moment, something that resembled a plague doctor. It muttered something before Datto kicked it and explained his "twitch". Yeah, right. Angelica nodded understandingly, remembering just what her father had told her. "Normal people can't see Stands, like Gold Experience. I don't want you to risk getting yourself killed, so if you see something out of the ordinary, pretend it doesn't exist and get away as quickly as possible, okay?" Of course, there was the off-chance she was paranoid of people slamming into her, and she was seeing things. It could've been many things other than a Stand that might be able to kill her in an instant. Except... someone else slammed into the guy and accused him of stealing from Angelica.

She was flustered by such an accusation- was she actually not paying enough attention? She retrieved her wallet from her back pocket, clinging to it tightly and eyeing the man. Two tendrils formed- more visible than the diminutive one coiled around Datto's wrist- from roughly where the ground should be. They swayed in the gentle breeze of Green Creek, dripping... something, onto the ground, which evaporated quickly enough. She cleared her throat and frowned, "If that's the case, I suggest taking a hike before I remember what I normally do to thieves..."

Yeah, that's veeery threatening. That'll get 'em, Angelica! At least she caught the man before he got away, right?

Probably George Midrick

 

[Probably George]

Just as things seemed to be going perfectly, some kid had to go out of his way to fuck things up. After quickly eyeing the boy up, he assumed he couldn't be over 18. Most likely still in high school too. To add salt to the wound, the kid was now accusing Datto of the very crime he committed! That brat... "Oy, I dunno what the 'ell you're talkin about!" His much more aggressive Irishmen came out. Before he could continue two-facing, it seemed the boy had a spirit of his own.

Before he could send his Stand out, something grabbed a hold of his hand. 'This is it? Tentacles?' He thought. "Well now. 'Ere I thought I was unique when it came to my little spirit friend-" Quickly, Lives of Flies manifested beside Datto. "He likes to be called 「The Lives of Flies」 Dunno why. But we get along. He keeps me afloat, and in return, he gets a nice comfy host. Don't take it as me holding him hostage. It's more of a... Mutual agreement." While distracting the two, Datto stuffed his hand in his pocket where he kept a pocket knife. He pulled out he blade and unfolded it. "Not ta' mention-" The toughness between the steel and Datto's skin were swapped. Immediately after the arrangement, Flies punched the blade, breaking it off without effort since it was much more brittle now. "He does a good job of protecting me."

"Lemme guess, you're 17, 18, right?" Datto then snapped- "Well listen here kid! In the real world, trying to play cop'll get ya killed. Especially when you go throwing accusations. I'm sure you realize how angry an adult gets when you accuse them of a crime they didn't commit. Especially when it involves a young lady; tourist non-the-less. Now, I'm going to do the mature thing, and kindly ask you to get your lil tentacle off me. If you don't, then my next actions won't be so kind, boy." The two stands seemed to be eyeing each other down. Head crusher with it's dripping forced grin and hidden eyes versus Lives of Flies with it's hunch back, twitchy darkened fingers, and soulless gaze coming from the two dark holes that carved it's face.
Ferociousfeind Midrick

 

[Ferociousfeind]

Angelica Giovanna - Mild Confusion

Angelica quieted quickly, realizing soon enough that the man convicted of stealing her wallet had assumed her own Stand was the third party's Stand. Or, at least, some mechanism of his Stand. She's thus far succeeded in staying under the radar as a Stand user, it seems. And as soon as he stopped fussing over 「Day Tripper」, she could slip away, and watch him from afar.

At the same time, she had the two larger tentacles whip around in front of her face, before vanishing. The aim was further selling the act that this third party was the user of the tentacles, and also that Angelica was a non-Stand user. To complete the act, she pretended not to notice the plague-doctor-looking shimmer next to Datto, "Who is 'he'? Why is he called the Lives of Flies? Is he a ghost, a demon? What's even going on here?"

Probably George ( Midrick is here too)

 

[Thepotatogod]

--Reo Speedwagon--
Lunar

It's been around 2 weeks since Reo had encountered the Stand User that wrecked havoc at his home, his Father, Roman Speedwagon, didn't suffer much except for a broken arm due to how strong he was thrown out of the room by his newly manifested Stand, 「Independent Together」 According to the Supernatural Research department of the Speedwagon Foundation, Stands are essentially manifestation of the soul, the psyche, or one's mental prowess. Depends on the three, really. Regardless, they mentioned that the people have been disappearing a lot in this town are connected with whatever 'big thing' the Foundation's Supernatual Research Department was talking about, but even they're not sure what to think of it since there aren't many Stand Users in their department save for Reo's uncle, Ray Speedwagon. Thus, this is why Reo was headed for the police station, to see if they could tell anything about those missing cases.

Reo was wearing his usual outfit. A blue shirt with a yellow star on it topped with a pink varsity jacket with the letters 'OSH' on the back, which is the initials of his alma matter, Ogre Street High. On his back was a guitar case for his double necked guitar that's both simultaneously an electric and an acoustic. That guitar is what he originally thought was his Stand--the power he was gifted with when he was 17 years old. He brought it with him in case there's a gig he could put up or if he were to be attacked. Better safe than sorry, as they say.

Making his way to the station, Reo was still concerned with his father's well being, thinking of what he should bring after he sees if he could get his hands on some case files regarding the investigation of the missing people under the power of the Speedwagon Foundation. However, it was his fault that he wasn't looking where going that Reo had bumped into a young man with messy hair, carrying a box of stuff, colliding with each other's shoulders.

"Ah, whoops! Sorry about that." Reo took a step back, apologizing for what happened. If anything was dropped, he would be more than happy to pick it up...

 

[Midrick]

Darrell sat and grinned as the Irishman berated and monologued about his own twin called "The lives of flies" and watched as the Stand broke a steel blade. "Nice little party trick, wanna see mine?" he said as Head Crusher reached to a traffic light and grasped the wide, steel pole. With minimum effort his Stand crumpled the pole like tissue paper, the metal groaning and whining as Head Crusher, well, crushed it with one hand. He listened to him keep talking, and then threatening. "Oh really? You an adult, don't make me laugh bud, you can't be more than three maybe four years older than me, so cut that shit out."he growled, all semblance of smugness being replaced by anger. "you really gonna try and bullshit your way outta this? Fine, check your wallet lady, see how much money you have."

he really had the balls to call him a kid. His anger gave way to rage as his scowl turned to snarl mirroring Head Crusher. "First of all asshole. That ain't me." he said as he pointed to the tentacle on the mans wrist. "Let me introduce to my buddy 《Head Crusher》and you're going to regret mouthing off to me you little shit." he said as he too snapped violently. And with the end of his sentence, Head Crusher surged forward with a flurry of punches as he neared the other Stand it began to shout "Obey!" repeatedly as it struck.

Ferociousfeind Probably George

 

[Probably George]

Just as he thought, the girl wasn't really understanding the weight of the situation. Or at least her acting was good enough to fool him. Normally he'd just weasel himself out of this situation at this point by swapping his weight with a small rock and jumping up a building, but Datto already decided he wanted the girl. He wasn't known for giving up his desires. "Don't worry 'bout it sheila. This is between me an' the freshman. I'm gonna teach 'is boy a lesson his father failed to." He replied to her inquiry.

Datto thought his ability was pretty powerful. But seeing the display of raw strength from Darrell was admittingly intimidating, but Datto had courage that he could make this kid either stand down or give out. Before he could even think about what the hell the kid meant when he said "That ain't me." he had a barrage of punches coming towards him. What the boy's stand lacked in speed, it immensely made up for in strength. Flies was able to keep up, but only able to keep up to the power since it was as strong as steel for another... 10 seconds? Datto quickly forget how much time he had as soon as the fight begun. There wasn't space to think between the Obey obey obey! and Mimimimimine! going on between the stands.

The time to play was over. Datto could immediately tell from the bleeding of his knuckles that he wasn't going to win this fight with brute strength, but by utilizing his stealing potential. While over thinking his plan, the kid got the slip on him and delivered a brutal hit to the chest. As soon as he took the blow, Datto stumbled back, barely able to keep himself up as well as the cut off of breath for a second. "Ya' know... your shit packs a punch. But let's see how well you shoot in the dark." Flies went in for a swift blow, but was blocked by Head Crusher. Datto easily could have gone fast enough to catch the kid off guard, but he wanted to give him a bit of hope because snatching it back away. Regardless of where he got hit, the boy still lost in the end. "Lights out Junior!" As soon as he said that, Lives of Flies let out a bird like "Mine!" before taking away the boy's sight.

After securing the boy into a lower ground, Datto put his back against the wall while catching his breath. He looked on towards the girl and gave her a signal to follow him. He'd think of an excuse later. All that mattered now was getting out of this with the girl on his side.
Midrick Ferociousfeind

 

[Ferociousfeind]

Angelica Giovanna - An Ultimatum

As the standoff between the two Stand users started and continued, it became more and more difficult for her to pretend she has no idea what's going on. Normally she doesn't have to pretend for this long- normally she gets away from trouble by now. But given he's a Stand user, and he bumped into her, the boy probably isn't lying about him pickpocketing her. She couldn't let some upstart punk get away with her money.

She checked her wallet and raised her eyebrows. It was as little of a reaction as she could give, seeing as the only cash left in there was a $20 bill. She clapped it shut, and put it back in her pocket. She isn't leaving until she gets every cent back from this man.

Luckily for her, he gestured for her to follow, right after he knocked the third party to the ground. How convenient! She'll exact revenge after hearing his explanation of the most recent events.

"O- okay!" she nods worriedly to Datto, taking a few steps away from the kid. She took the time to discreetly tag him with one of Day Tripper's tentacles as well. Had to hear him out after she dealt with this pickpocket, of course.

Midrick Probably George

 

[Midrick]

Darrell was winning, he could feel Datto's stand begin to fold underneath the weight of his blows. He could feel victory was close at hand. He had sustained some good hits due to Flies being faster than Head Crusher. But he was winning overall, he saw the man hesitate for a split second, and Darrell capitalized, Head Crusher delivering a savage punch to Flies's chest, it seemed that when the Stand was hurt the user was as well. "What's the matter, if anyones daddy didn't teach them a lesson it was yours, never taught you not to take a fight you couldn't win huh!" he yelled as he renewed his offensive. Then something he didn't expect happened, he was blinded.

After a few moments of flailing about in panic, he managed to calm down enough to think about what was happening. The man's stand must have been the reason why he couldn't see, so Darrell decided to even the playing field. "You think we're done." he said as he stood again from where he had been forced on the ground. "Not by a long shot." he said as he himself used his stands ability. Darrell didn't completely understand what he could do or how he could better control it. But for a second it felt like he was in a free fall before he felt the presence of the man. The best way to describe Head Crusher's domination ability was like a mental wrestling match, the person who was stronger or more driven would win.

He then engaged in using his ability to make Datto submit, although the fight he was putting up was very good. As far as he had observed the match was not particularly comfortable, and he had even seen someone in serious pain when he unwittingly used it in a fight, but the persons suffering seemed only to fuel his stand's strength.

Darrell could feel himself gain purchase and begin to subjugate the man, but it was still a hell of a struggle. "On your knee's." he growled as he began to overcome Datto finally.

Ferociousfeind Probably George

 

[Probably George]

Before he could make the escape, Datto could feel himself get overwhelmed. Not physically, but spiritually. As if his body was being taken over, Datto slowly got down on his knees. While he couldn't have ever guessed what this man's spirit could do, it still infuriated him that he was caught off guard like this. Even if Datto took away his own ability to hear, that would bring more problems. There's the chance that it wouldn't do jack shit, as well as giving the kid his sight back. Either way, he only had about 15 seconds to do something. There was a bit of distance between them. Based on how the kid had to get closer to fight him, Datto assumed his range was pretty short. Just the exploit he needed.

Before he could get back to the fight, he had to assure his alibi. Lives of Flies came out and pulled the girl's stolen cash out of Datto's pocket, handing it back to her. Using Flies, he whispered "Not the first time I've seen this scam, but I managed to get in his pocket for a second." Hopefully this alibi was believable enough.

Datto then suddenly realized how much time he was wasting. 'Shit, 2 seconds!' The floor was feeling lonely, so Datto decided to invite the kid on over, sending Flies to deliver a kick directly to the tibia. "We ain't done til the fat lady sings. And she'e really shy."
Midrick Ferociousfeind

 

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"Oof!" Is the only sound that came out of Joshua's mouth as another man bumped into him, setting off a chain reaction of falling boxes. As several boxes fell towards the ground, a set of transparent arms quickly caught and settled them safely on the sidewalk before fading out of view. A file seemed to have slipped out of one of the boxes during the chaos, it was only open for a moment before Joshua picked it up, but the contents were made evident to whoever happened to glance down. It was a hastily scribbled note that, in bold writing, said; Fort Faux?!




Joshua looks up from the boxes, or down rather, to figure out who just caused the Leaning Tower of Dead Parent's Belongings to crumble. The boy was significantly shorter than Joshua, which incorrectly caused him to assume that the boy was much younger than he. "Hey, kid! Don't they teach you to watch where you're going in middle school? Tch." He scowled after that remark and eyed the guitar that the boy carried; if Joshua had cat ears, they would most certainly be perked upon noticing the instrument. "Well whaddya' know, another picker, what model is she?" Jojo follows up, crossing his arms. His voice sounded much kinder and calmer that time around.

???​

The mysterious man that has been shadowing Jojo dips into an alleyway several feet away from him upon observing his target run into a smaller boy. "This might become rather difficult..." The man eyes a file falling from one of the boxes as the pair of transparent arms catch the rest. He takes note of what he could make out from the file and seems a bit anxious after noticing the ghost-like arms. "Well it seems the boy recently acquired a stand...this might become even MORE difficult." He says as he begins scratching his right cheek vigorously. The man reaches for his cellphone to take a picture of the boys, however in his nervous tantrum, he accidentally spills out the entire contents of his pocket onto the sidewalk. He manages to gather up all of his items, minus one; his wallet. The wallet has managed to bounce out of the alleyway and behind the two boys; his ID was showing straight up; Freddy Gurrero.

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[Thepotatogod]

--Reo Speedwagon--
Lunar

As he feared, the boy that Reo had bumped into had dropped the boxes he was carrying. This prompted Reo to help out trying to catch some of the boxes, but a curious transparent arm seems to have caught a few if not, all of the fallen items. He would've tried to catch one of the folders that slipped, yet it wasn't long until the boy had caught it. Reo seemed to have noticed something written on the file. It was written in a messy handwriting, so he couldn't exactly make out what it is. Whatever that is, it looks important. Before he could ask about the file, the boy had spoken. No, scolded him about looking at where he's going. Even going as far as to tell him that his Middle School is at fault...Well, can't blame him. Reo had a lot in his mind, especially regarding his new ability and this town..Not to mention the Stand Users that would threaten him and his family.

"I'm terribly sorry, I just had a lot on my mind, lately." Reo apologized profusely, scratching the back of his head. The boy would then take note of his awesome double headed guitar, asking what model it is. "This? Oh it's nothing more than my pride and joy. A Maddison AE-1923 Double necked Acoustic Electric." He said, drawing it out from his back. "It's custom made, I'm told. But it still sounds good either way." He said, gripping on the upper neck which connected to the Acoustic portion of the guitar. "I'd play you something right now, but I'm not in the mood at the moment...Yeah." He lied, pushing it back to his back, tugging along its strap. The true reason why he wouldn't do it is because of his power--his Stand. Reo's not too sure if he should use it, let alone be able to control it completely. "In any case, I assume you have a guitar as well?" He asked, instinctively putting a foot back as he adjusted his strap, stepping on something with a crunch.

Oh? Looks liks someone dropped something...

Reo glanced at whatever it is he stepped on and picked it up. It was an ID card of a man he never met before. His name was Freddy Gurrero. Now usually, he'd assume that this belonged to the guy he's talking to, but he doesn't look anything like the man in the ID.

"Oh, looks like you missed something." Reo said, presenting the boy the ID he picked up. "Is this yours?"

 

[Midrick]

Darrell felt his sight return, and he stood to his full height with a wicked grin, ready to renew the fight, Irish's bag of tricks were running low, and he could feel victory, until what he actually felt was a kick to the side of his calf, sending him sprawling to the ground. "You dirty motherfucker." he said as he got to one knee, the feeling in lower left leg was completely gone. "I'm starting to like you Irish." he said as Head Crusher sat in the same kneeling position Darrell was in. Darrell had to the end the fight now, he could see that this guy was no slouch.

Without a movement or verbal order, Head Crusher surged forward, Darrell hoped he was within range of his stand, Head Crusher leaped from the ground and aimed a flying knee strike at Datto's kneeling form, instead of yelling its signature Obey It took a more serious tone before uttering a single Crush.

Probably George

 

[Probably George]

This fight didn't have to be determined just by brute strength, but he only had one choice left. He'd have to talk his way out of this. "Hold on n-" Datto was interrupted by sudden introduction of Head Crusher's knee into his chest. Lives of Flies was just barely fast enough to shield himself a bit, but the sheer force was still strong enough to send Datto flying back and into a nearby light pole. Once he'd hit the ground, Datto struggled to get himself back up, but fell under his own, forcing him back down as he laid on the ground. He may have lost the battle, but the war was on his side. Hopefully the girl would fall for his alibi.

Midrick Ferociousfeind

 

[Ferociousfeind]

Angelica Giovanna ~ Parting Ways

Angelica fled to Datto as he fell, kneeling down and extending an arm to help him up. She had to continue playing dumb, so she didn't become this pickpocket's target. Who knew what he could do to her, if she couldn't get the upper hand first? He was either oblivious to or unaffected by her attempts at flirting, so she might not be able to get 「Day Tripper」 up to speed at all. If that was the case, she would be royally screwed. Taking a moment to imagine the scenario without any Stands in the picture, she put on an innocent, concerned look, and asked, "What happened? How did you fall down? Did you trip?"

After helping the man to his feet, Angelica bowed in a very Japanese manner. Perhaps if she shifted topics back to her forte, he would be much less prone to suspecting her of being a Stand user. "Please, let me make it up to you, sir! I was headed to a local restaurant, anyways! Let me make it up to you!"

Probably George Midrick (Sorry for disappearing for literally two weeks!!)