Yeah, but if you... man, we're getting into weird analogy territory, like if you disintegrated Superman's arms he wouldn't be able to go "fool! Little did you know that my arms and I are one and can be remade from me!" and will his arms back into being from pure nothingness. - Pendaran
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Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence.
- C.S. Lewis
Suzie's eyes sank under a shaded, troubled brow. Yet it was a fair assessment, nonetheless.
"...alright then, Mr. Weathermaker. Perhaps it's best this way after all."
Rapidly out of her depth with every passing moment. The moment she thought she'd come close to an answer, it slipped away again.
Suzie stood in silence as Lucy had her turn to talk to the door of room 214. The path to the Joestar manor was filled with enough trepidation, but this strange paranormal world they'd toed upon with the Stands seemed to intersect with other interested parties, and with it, the weighty shadow of Johannes Joestar hanging over it all.
She eyed Lucy the moment she dropped the name, but with so much on her mind she was frozen with indecision.
The OSS...Joestar...they've crossed each other before?
"...please, do try to stay safe, Mr Weathermaker. I do mean it."
Futile sympathies, but sincere; Frankly, she hadn't had much more to offer outside of that, and she soon fell short of words.
"I would go into detail about Miss Debra, but I just previously promised to get along with her for your father's sake. Perhaps in an hour I shall rescind this."
"I am Hironobu Higashikata, executor of Mr. Joestar's estate. I came to retrieve all of you for Mr. Joestar's reading."
Debra flinched that tidbit of knowledge, further muddying the waters that was her relationship to the teenager.
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About ten minutes later, she opens her eyes slowly then looks over at the others. Sitting back up again, she gives a polite yawn, her right hand over her mouth. Still tired, she at least feels a little more awake than before. It was soon after then she realized the pain medication given to her at the hospital was already starting to slowly wear off, which explained why she woke up after only a few minutes.
In her bag, Jinny had another bottle of pain medication. As tempted as she was to use it, she knew that it wasn't yet time. Instead, she shifted herself in her seat so as to get a better look at the young man the others were talking to.
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It didn't take much longer after the main group's arrival before Suzie and Lucy followed, being the last ones left.
Surprisingly, it was also at this precise time that a limousine pulled up to the bar and grill. When asked about the time, Hironobu replied, "As Mr. Joestar predicted," much to the chagrin of those who had already heard that before. Still, they were making progress now.
Despite feelings of deja vu from the earlier tour bus ride, the group was eventually convinced and found all of them capable of fitting in that one singular vehicle; then again, it would have been stranger had it been unable to due to its absurd length.
"It feels good to be on schedule," Their host would say, seated in the passenger cabin alongside them, his eyes fixed on his pocket watch, "Mr. Joestar would be proud."
Back on the road again, but would this trip be uneventful for once?
"Shut the fuck up. Jeez," Sandra groused from her spot in the back of the limousine.
They had made progress, that was good. The day had started off in the toilet, but things were looking like they were going to improve. Those ribs played a huge part. Before she left, she left the bartender a hundred for a tip. It wasn't her money, and she was about to get fuckin' paid, so why not?
What should I do with my part of the inheritance? she wondered silently. Move into one of those uppity neighborhoods, for one. Maybe I'll move to France or some shit. Hahah!
" I can't believe I riding in something so ridiculous. I mean how can people ride in these things they're absurd and tacky!" Boris said. ( Hmm the food and drinks at that bar and grill were quite good,) Boris thought.
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"Proud, huh?" Jinny thought to herself, "Proud of nearly getting us all killed? And for what?" She leaned back in her seat, trying to make herself as comfortable as she could under the circumstances, then sighed, "This had better be worth it" As soon as she thought that, she thought back to her companion her Stand, and suddenly became troubled.
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Yeah, but if you... man, we're getting into weird analogy territory, like if you disintegrated Superman's arms he wouldn't be able to go "fool! Little did you know that my arms and I are one and can be remade from me!" and will his arms back into being from pure nothingness. - Pendaran
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Jamie sat awkwardly in her spot of the vehicle, looking around it and taking in the rather ridiculously expensive vehicle they were in. As time passed, she closed her eyes, trying to put what little she knew about meditation into practice. There were invisible things following them and their enemies around, and she wanted to see if she could summon her own, if what Jinny theorized about the post-Night Fever paranoia was true. Or at the very least be able to see them, so at least she could see what was apparently threatening her family.
Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence.
- C.S. Lewis