Jojo's Bizarre Rewrite Part One:Dead Man's Party(IC)

[Atkemri]

OOC

Somewhere near the Arkham/Miskatonic University
Part One:Dead Man's Party

A group of men in dark grey trenchcoats began walking towards the university. They looked suspicious, but no one had the will to question them. They were far too intimating for the average person to try to question them, let alone stop them. They walked into the building and revealed guns from under their trenchcoat and their leader walked up in front of them. "I am Cäser Von Binge! Officer of the German Kaiser! I have been informed that this university has an item that may be of worth of to the German Empire. Where is it?" A man pointed to it's direction and Cäser moved in the direction. He made a handsign to his men and everyone there was shot. He made his way into the offices with the objects with a column of infantry trailing checking each and every office and checking it for an arrow and a stone mask. Cäser made his way to a Dr.Collins office and opened the door. He was inside and the second he looked up and was immediately shot. Cäser went behind his desk and began shifting through it. "Agh!" He felt something stab him and he threw it out the open window. "Scheisse!" He went scurrying towards the window before being overcome by an immense feeling in his head. He writhed on the floor before it passed over him and he saw an ethereal sprit floating in front if him. His jaw dropped. Was this the power they spoke of? He went outside to his men. "FIND THE ARROW! IT FELL OUTSIDE!" they paniced falling over themselves in haste and Cäser went back inside to go back inside. He found the mask almost instantaneously. He made his way outside as he waited for the arrow and watched the sprit that now followed him. He wondered what happened to that arrow.

Martin Harell

"Farm fresh crops for sale! Farm Fresh Cro-" Martin's selling was interrupted by an arrow piercing his shoulder and leaving him in agony. Where did the arrow come from? How did it lodge itself in his shoulder so perfectly? He didn't really have time to elaborate on this question as the pain was too bad. He was hurt and garnered a good amount of attention, then he saw it. A red humanoid staring straight at him. "There's a demon in front of me!" The crowd began looking for a demon and they saw nothing. A voice in the back yelled "This is a hoax ain't it?" Martin starting shaking his head no, but it was too late the crowd had begun leaving. Martin took the arrow out of his shoulder and looked at the sprit in front of him. He was going to find out what that arrow did, no matter how bizarre it was. As he began the journey back to Norton the German's caught sight of him, but instead of attacking they followed. This would surely be the start of a bizarre adventure.

[Britanania]

Layla Collins

Miskatonic University, Arkham, MA

The fall semester is always a trying time, full of anxiety and hopes for the entire academic year. For Layla Collins, however, it was just like any other time of year. Her father was a famous academic and she spent her entire life growing up on a university campus. To Layla, going to university was as natural as breathing so it was little surprise she chose Miskatonic, the institution her father taught at, as her college.

To anyone seeing the pretty (if a little young looking) co-e sauntering around campus, few would have suspect that the past few years were anything but "normal" after a holiday to British-ruled Egypt or the events of the past year that saw...

In any event, Layla had no reason to think her life would be getting any bizarre, but as she walked into the Egyptology Department to see her father it was about to be. Layla, of course, should have known something was off when she noticed his office door was slightly ajar and a menacing feeling filled her.

"Dad, are you in here?" She called out as she gently opened the door. "It's Layla, and I--"

Layla put her hands to her mouth as she saw her father's corpse sitting at his desk. The entire room was a complete mess, an obvious indicator that someone was looking for something. The young woman rushed to her father's side. The blood was all over the desk and the floor. Layla's anger reached a fever pitch and instinctively a ghost-like silhouette appeared behind her.

---

Somewhere in Egypt

In a forgotten grave buried by time, something began to stir.

The stirring really began decades earlier, but recent events in Europe caused a greater awakening to begin. For now, it still slept, but powerful psychic waves emanated out from the tomb to anyone with the aptitude--or the object--to listen.

Soon, it whispered, soon my children. Make way my path...

[Lunas Legion]

Sūn Fang

Miskatonic University, Arkham, MA

Fang didn't really like her job. Oh, it paid alright, it was just... Kind-of boring. Follow a family or individual around, do what they said, don't ask questions and keep her mouth shut. It was a decent arrangement, and was a lot easier than job-hunting in whatever part of the States she found herself in after a train ride to somewhere.

And that particular arrangement of hers brought her to what she was doing now. Cleaning, in the basement of the Egyptology Department. It always needed cleaning, mostly because it was the archives, and there was, well... A lot of paper down there. And she swore paper was like a magnet for dust. Maybe it was just that people but her rarely came down there.

But she blamed the paper anyways.

Eventually, however, she was done, and she could look over the now dust-free shelves with a mix of pride and irritation she'd have to do it again soon. She made her way out of the basement, picking her way up the too-steep steps and emerging into a hallway off of the main foyer, hearing a shout from somewhere upstairs. There was never shouting in the Egyptology Department. So, she turned and headed away from the foyer, up one of the staircases and along the hallway that housed the offices of the various professors. It all looked normal as she walked along, all the doors shut-

And then she came to the door of Dr Collins, which was ajar. She rolled her eyes and stepped inside, expecting nothing unusual. The old fart had probably forgotten to shut it.

Instead, she walked into a bizzare scene. Dr Collins was slumped over his desk, blood all over it and dripping onto the floor, the rest of the room trashed, Layla just standing by her father's side, a... Haze behind her.

"Layra..." She spoke slowly in her bad, accented English. "What zis?"

[Danceria]

Dominick Dohman
Outskirts of Miskatonic University Campus

---

It's amazing what sort of strange things happen when you're out grocery shopping. Mark Harell, Dominick believed the farmer's name was, sold surprisingly good produce for the price, and wondered if vegetables could work with an extremely raw-meat stew...if such a thing could even be done. Of course, something gold glittered across the sky and lodged itself into the farmer's shoulder, before an ethereal spirit floated out. Dohman was surprised, as this was something that the Professor and he discussed and discovered over the past couple of weeks, this "Standing Spirit" apparently found itself attached to the farmer.

Even stranger still, nobody bothered to call for a doctor, or even noticed the Arrow being stuck in the man's shoulder. Too many questions were racing through the German's mind, and his own "Standing Spirit" leaked out of his clothing and seemed to be drawn to the arrow. Dinner would have to wait, the man was in danger and needed to give him some answers.

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Erika Dohman
Miskatonic University Hallways
While no longer able to sleep much n her...condition, this didn't stop Erika from trying. There was a scuffle, shouting and gunshots! Gradually rousing herself from her bunk, she threw on some clothes, but the inky black wisp that she called a companion covered up most of her. She couldn't go out in sunlight, and she was a fright to look at, but perhaps she could still be invisible. Of course, when she found dead bodies, she nearly screamed. She wanted to scream...but opened her mouth and sticky drool accented the condensed cloud from her rattling throat. Hungry Erika took a step forward. Hungry. They're dead now, they won't need it. Just a sip, just a taste, just something to clean up the place- Shaking her head, she then turned to face... a man in a grey trench coat. "Hey!" the woman began hoarsely, before echoing it once more with vigor. "You know anything about this?" Her voice was pleasantly accented with German, unsurprising as there were many German-Americans from Boston who came up here.

[Skarten]

An Morbid Misunderstandment At Miskatonic University
Felipe De Marvais
Miskatonic University, Arkham

Ah, Miskatonic Universe. This odd place, with an odd name, in an odd city of an odd county. This place was the next stopping point of our good Brazilian Coffee-Plantation owner friend, Felipe De Marvais, in his travels throughout the world. From what he had heard, an famous Egyptology expert could be found here, which was especially lucky, seeing his plans consisted of going to Egypt in the near future.

Yet, as he got closer and closer to the university building, something seemed off. Everything was... too quiet. He began to walk faster, going up the stairs, and finally opening the main door. And then, he saw it. Several bodies on the main room, blood flowing from them. It was like a massacre, something more fitting to the countryside of Europe than to an university in the united states. However, rather than running away like any common person would, Felipe began to walk towards the direction of the supposed Egyptology department. He heard voices, and began to run.

Once he arrived at the Egyptology Department, Felipe bust through a door, rapidly looking around and accessing the situation. Yet, as he looked, he saw it. Yet another dead body, this time being the corpse of the doctor he was supposed to meet! In the same room, as he quickly looked, there were a two other people, two women to be exact. Yet, this was the least of worries, for Felipe, being a stand user, saw it. The smaller girl, near the body, had an stand summoned, an blue humanoid with an red-like face.

Of course, this was not exactly the best moment to have walked in on them. But it was what happened, and thus, Felipe presupposed that the girl with the stand was the perpetrator of this massacre. After all, he had heard stories about similar events in other parts of the world, with entire villages sometimes being killed by particularly powerful stand users. Immediately getting on guard, Felipe began to talk loudly, making the most ominous voice he could.

"You, there." He pointed at her. "You were the one who did this, were you not?"

[Britanania]

Layla Collins

Miskatonic University, Arkham, MA

Layla turned when she heard a voice. It was Sun Fang, their maid.

She must have heard me screaming, Layla realised as she wiped the tears from her eyes with her handkerchief.

"Fang, I don't understand. I saw that Father's door was open, and when I--" The sudden appearance of another person interrupted Layla's explanation. The tall, well-dressed stranger spoke in a strange accent that Layla couldn't quite place. Italian? Spanish? It didn't matter, as the already upset girl's anger continued to mount as he yelled for an explanation.

Layla's didn't bother responding to the newcomer as her Stand moved towards him in an attack position.

"What'd you say to me bastard?" she growled as Supper's Ready sent a jab at Felipe.

[Skarten]

An Very Quick Battle
Felipe De Marvais
Miskatonic University, Arkham

As Felipe waited for the answers of his question, the small girl began to get up, clearly angry. It appears he had somehow ticked her off. Suddenly, the stand that he guessed was hers moved in to attack. Immediately, Philipp summoned 「Hit The Road」, and moved out of the way of the punch, easily dodging it without even having to use his "Rollerblades", exposing the hostile stand for his turn to move. Taking the opportunity, Felipe used his suit to jump and grab「Supper's Ready] head, forcing him into a position in which it's neck could easily be snapped.

Truth be told, this skill had been developed in Felipe's last encounter with a stand user, when he discovered he could attack the enemy stands themselves using his suit. While it is a known fact that an human cannot touch stands, this action worked and continues to work due to the fact that while no, Felipe cannot touch stands, it is not he himself who is doing the contact, but rather his suit. Of course, it was no use if the enemy stand was too fast or slippery enough that they could get away from his grasp, but it still helped in situations like these.

Still holding tight onto the neck of the enemy stand, bringing it to his height, Felipe looked again at the small girl, now only his eyes visible to her. Speaking in an voice even more rigid and serious than before, one capable of scaring even grown men, the Brazilian Coffee-Plantation owner made an clear warning to his young assailant. " A single move and your neck gets twisted like an bottle cap. I advise you summon back whatever you call this."

Of course, part of this was an bluff. Felipe, of course, had already had his runs with stand-using enemies before, but truth was, he did not wish to kill an young girl. Or at least, that was what she looked like. But make no mistake, if his life depended on it, there would be no faultering, even if such acts broke Felipe's moral code. But this was, in his mind, just some random girl. And thus, in his mind, Felipe tought of a way to simply knock her out if the situation called for it.

[Lunas Legion]

Sūn Fang

Miskatonic University, Arkham, MA

"I see." Was all Fang said in response to Layla, not judging the situation. Rule number one, in her eyes, was follow the paycheck. Dr Collins was dead. It didn't matter if Layla had done it or not; what mattered entirely was that she got her paycheck at the end of the month.

And then someone else, a complete stranger, waltzed in, making baseless accusations against Layla. The white thing behind her moved, making a jab at the man, who moved to counter it, jumping and grabbing the ethereal cloud. And then her hand was moving, under her skirt and grabbing her revolver from her thigh-holster, leveling at the man's head.

"She die, yaw die." Fang declared, placing her other hand on the grip of her pistol so as to hold it with two hands to steady her aim. She always carried a gun for self-defence; a lone woman while travelling was quite vulnerable, after all.

[Atkemri]

Norton, Massachusetts

Martin ran into the Town square holding the arrow tight in his hand. He had a panicked look on his face as the entity continued to follow him and seemed to keep up with him no matter how far and fast he ran it kept following him relentlessly. Arrow still in hand he got to the small town of Norton. Martin looked behind him and saw that it wasn't the only thing he was being followed by. Many armed men were behind him and aiming their guns at him. "W-what do you people want!" Martin was visably distressed after being possessed as he saw by a demon. One pointed towards the arrow in his hand. Looking at it he threw it at them. He didn't want the demon arrow.

Then it happened, he saw one of the men move his gun upward and fire a bullet, but he survived. The being had caught the bullet. He heard the men start panicking and yelling in an unknown language. It was German. Now he was mad. "YOU KRAUTS COME INTO MY COUNTRY, GET ME POSSESSED BY THIS THING, AND THEN YOU TRIED TO KILL ME?!?" Martin screamed and charged at them. They tried shooting, but the stand came and blocked them with it's body stopping them all. Martin focused on the man who tried and shoot him first. The stand flew over to him and kicked him in his ribcage, before letting out a super quick barrage of punches. "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" It Martin stood back watching as his stand wailed on the German and began looking at the others who quickly began running.

With a left hook the previous victim was sent into the newly constructed Sherwood residence as his stand went after the others. Martin smiled to himself. Maybe being possessed wasn't that bad after all.

2 minutes later

All the Germans were down with enough broken bones to fill a hospital for months, but the man who had grabbed the arrow had seemed to escape. Martin assumed he could be gotten later. How much trouble could a demon arrow cause anyway?

In the University

The German Erika asked immediately fired at her multiple times. He looked young and scared with a dash of regret lining his face.

[Danceria]

Norton, Maine

Martin ran into the Town square holding the arrow tight in his hand. He had a panicked look on his face as the entity continued to follow him and seemed to keep up with him no matter how far and fast he ran it kept following him relentlessly. Arrow still in hand he got to the small town of Norton. Martin looked behind him and saw that it wasn't the only thing he was being followed by. Many armed men were behind him and aiming their guns at him. "W-what do you people want!" Martin was visably distressed after being possessed as he saw by a demon. One pointed towards the arrow in his hand. Looking at it he threw it at them. He didn't want the demon arrow. Then it happened, he saw one of the men move his gun upward and fire a bullet, but he survived. The being had caught the bullet. He heard the men start panicking and yelling in an unknown language. It was German. Now he was mad. "YOU KRAUTS COME INTO MY COUNTRY, GET ME POSSESSED BY THIS THING, AND THEN YOU TRIED TO KILL ME?!?" Martin screamed and charged at them. They tried shooting, but the stand came and blocked them with it's body stopping them all. Martin focused on the man who tried and shoot him first. The stand flew over to him and kicked him in his ribcage, before letting out a super quick barrage of punches. "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" It Martin stood back watching as his stand wailed on the German and began looking at the others who quickly began running. With a left hook the previous victim was sent into the newly constructed Sherwood residence as his stand went after the others. Martin smiled to himself. Maybe being possessed wasn't that bad after all.

2 minutes later

All the Germans were down with enough broken bones to fill a hospital for months, but the man who had grabbed the arrow had seemed to escape. Martin assumed he could be gotten later. How much trouble could a demon arrow cause anyway?

In the University

The German Erika asked immediately fired at her multiple times. He looked young and scared with a dash of regret lining his face.

In the countryside with Dominick...
Dominick's jaw practically hit the floor as the farmer man fought as if he were a man possessed. Technically he was, for all the German knew. Realizing that the apparent interloper had the Arrow still, and the German American knew how much trouble it would cause. Closelining the fleeing perpetrator, he would swiftly pin him down. "Oy, you!" he hollered, both to the captured person, and to the farm boy.

---

Erika, in the University
With a yelp, the dark aura formed around her quicky, nullifying the bullets, before she went into overdrive. Grabbing a nearby corpse, she Hunger. Feed. Blood. Cold but good. restrained the Hunger and flung the corpse with an unearthly cry. With this burst of adrenaline, the otherwise diminutive female's strength was shown when the hapless corpse collided with the young man.

[Britanania]

Layla Collins

Miskatonic University, Arkham, MA

As soon as Felipe dodged, Layla knew she was in serious trouble. For him to dodge Supper's Ready attack meant that he could see Supper's Ready and if he could see Supper's Ready...

He's a Stand user too, Layla realised too late. Once the suit-like Stand grabbed her, Layla knew she was no longer in serious trouble, but mortal peril. Layla was thankful, however, that Fang was present to point her gun at their assailant. It gave the young woman time to think of a plan. So long as she had direct contact with Felipe...

"You better do as she says," Layla told him. "She won't hesitate."

[Atkemri]

Norton, Maine

Martin ran into the Town square holding the arrow tight in his hand. He had a panicked look on his face as the entity continued to follow him and seemed to keep up with him no matter how far and fast he ran it kept following him relentlessly. Arrow still in hand he got to the small town of Norton. Martin looked behind him and saw that it wasn't the only thing he was being followed by. Many armed men were behind him and aiming their guns at him. "W-what do you people want!" Martin was visably distressed after being possessed as he saw by a demon. One pointed towards the arrow in his hand. Looking at it he threw it at them. He didn't want the demon arrow. Then it happened, he saw one of the men move his gun upward and fire a bullet, but he survived. The being had caught the bullet. He heard the men start panicking and yelling in an unknown language. It was German. Now he was mad. "YOU KRAUTS COME INTO MY COUNTRY, GET ME POSSESSED BY THIS THING, AND THEN YOU TRIED TO KILL ME?!?" Martin screamed and charged at them. They tried shooting, but the stand came and blocked them with it's body stopping them all. Martin focused on the man who tried and shoot him first. The stand flew over to him and kicked him in his ribcage, before letting out a super quick barrage of punches. "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" It Martin stood back watching as his stand wailed on the German and began looking at the others who quickly began running. With a left hook the previous victim was sent into the newly constructed Sherwood residence as his stand went after the others. Martin smiled to himself. Maybe being possessed wasn't that bad after all.

2 minutes later

All the Germans were down with enough broken bones to fill a hospital for months, but the man who had grabbed the arrow had seemed to escape. Martin assumed he could be gotten later. How much trouble could a demon arrow cause anyway?

In the University

The German Erika asked immediately fired at her multiple times. He looked young and scared with a dash of regret lining his face.

In the countryside with Dominick...
Dominick's jaw practically hit the floor as the farmer man fought as if he were a man possessed. Technically he was, for all the German knew. Realizing that the apparent interloper had the Arrow still, and the German American knew how much trouble it would cause. Closelining the fleeing perpetrator, he would swiftly pin him down. "Oy, you!" he hollered, both to the captured person, and to the farm boy.

---

Erika, in the University
With a yelp, the dark aura formed around her quicky, nullifying the bullets, before she went into overdrive. Grabbing a nearby corpse, she Hunger. Feed. Blood. Cold but good. restrained the Hunger and flung the corpse with an unearthly cry. With this burst of adrenaline, the otherwise diminutive female's strength was shown when the hapless corpse collided with the young man.

Norton, Massachusetts

Martin looked over at the man who was tackling the last of the Germans with the arrow. He wasn't too concerned about him. He had other things to worry about. The German on the other hand had much to worry about. He was screaming and happened to fall on top of the arrow leading to a inexplicable amount of pain. A humanoid, indigo colored stand with red circles around his eyes rose from out of the man and whisked him away in a flash of light. Martin ran over surprised and looked over at the man who had already tackled him "Do you know what's happening today?"

In the university

The German fell and collapsed with the corpse. He tried to push it off, but seeing Erika and what she had done took out his pistol and began continuously firing at the thing fighting him. "You're no human. You are a monster!" He spat out the words in a heavily accented English.

[Ralnis]

A Hidden Place, Away from the Light of the World

It was time. Oh it was time.

I never thought such a thing was possible, even when I first join this cult. It was mostly to find a way to get ahead in life. A way to become something more than a failure. It was better than nothing, a family that I can claim as my own. This is the thing, I didn't care much about religion or some "goddess" called Duran however the thing stuck in my heart said differently.

"Brother Ray, please come forth." The voice of the cult leader called me.

I came in in the robe, with a stone mask over my face. The leader told me that it was special for the means of becoming more than human. That was the thing, more than human. Was it to become a vampire? I have only seen them a few times in the cult but it still freaked me out. They weren't like the classical monsters of legend, but then they were so much more. It wasn't something I wanted to become but I also wanted to achieve more than what I can.

My thoughts were broken as I heard the muffled sounds of the woman tied to the sacrificial table. She was ruffled, her make up smeared and various injuries for when I had to capture her for the cult. She was a common streetwalker, someone who had no known family relations and only one or two friends. In truth, no one would miss her.

In one part of my mind, this was disgraceful. To use a woman as a sacrifice, let alone to sacrifice to some heathen god. It was just wrong, all wrong in and doesn't want to make the plunge. It doesn't to become inhumane.

However I did what was asked of me, and plunge the knife inside her chest.

The knife came out of her chest with grotesque sounds that made me try to hold back my repulsion of what I just did. I never had killing a fellow man, mind you. I volunteered as a American fighter for the French in order to fight against German oppression. But this, this was something different in entirely.

Next thing I was instructed to do was to dip my fingers in the blood of my kill and put them on the mask. I had already crossed a dark path, a path where no man should ever cross. I felt the fading warmth from the wound and felt the cold air in the blood. I shivered from the idea of what was about to transpire, the fear of losing my humanity.

As I placed my two fingers underneath the slits of the eyes, I could felt my soul weep, my family weep. It was natural for my conscious as it was being suppressed, my moral judgment being broken and molded to the final teachings of the Cult. Before the bloody trail was finished, something happened. Like some sort of activation but I couldn't try to think as something happened.

A feeling of intense pain and pressure hit me.

I reeled back and yelled in pain. I tried to move to pull off the mask but my nerves alone wouldn't even transmit the order. Every struggle I try to do only move the veins in my body to raise against the skin. The pain itself was brutal that my body was in convulsions and paralyzed from the horrible pain of the mask.

But the pain came with a warmth. A warmth and a light.

An immense light came from the mask, and my back arched. It felt like a lighting bolt hit me as the light overtake my sight with a bright, burning sensation. The last thing I felt was my heart slowly down, the very sound was fading away.

And with the sound, my vision and own warmth was dying away.

A Few Minutes Later

I was awaken to the sound of intense pain. My ears were ringing by the immense sound of people slightly crowding me. The leader silence them as he spoke to me in what seemed like a booming voice.

"Now brother, complete your transformation. Let your hunger take over and feed your newfound power. Take your first step as one of Children of the Goddess!"

I slowly got up, my body feeling alien to me and I wasn't in my right mind. Getting was a chore as every move I made was like I my body had experience a lifetime of atrophy. It was then someone grabbed my arm with a strength that shouldn't ripped my arm off entirely, yet it was gentle. He looked at me with piercing red eyes, that like a predator but there was no murderous intent in them. He smiled at me and I was pulled up and guided to the still living woman.

"Now, since this is your first kill. Let me instruct you brother on how to keep your body from suffering what your going through."

He guided my hand to the neck of the woman, who was unconscious but still had tear trails. I didn't care as my mind was driven by instinct and had my finger dig into her veins with a precision that I never thought I could ever do. The woman's eyes immediately open as pain shot through and her sights were towards me and went wide.

I saw myself in those eyes, a wicked smile with red eyes piercing down was looking at her. However that sight became clouded as, through some reason or another, her blood was coursing through my fingers. A flush of life came through, my cold body turned warm. A sort of high went through my mind like a dose of the purest opium. It felt so inhuman, so out of control but so natural at the same time.

The high faded as the woman's heart faded. My senses came back to me and a sharp return of fear. My mind had tried to struggle of what just happened. It didn't matter for I was not human anymore, I was a vampire. A child of Duran and something more than a simple man. This was of course time for celebration as a new vampire was born and tomorrow started my life and training to serve the Goddess.

A Few Days Later

I was sent to the office of my commander and teacher, the same French CO who brought me in the first place. He became a vampire before I did. Unlike me, he completely threw away his humanity and embrace the inhuman state. He knew that it would take time for me to throw it away, and if I didn't...

"So you have been deemed the Messenger."

He kept his calm and professional disposition as he drank an aged wine in a glass. I could at least tell by the smell and texture that it was wine since if it was blood then those instincts I held back would try to take control. I know that it would take time to try and control such things but even still I couldn't just let go of my humanity.

"Excuse me sir," I said in French with the respect I was drilled into," just because I heard a psychic message doesn't mean that I."

"You are special fledgling." He interrupted me," you were the only one to hear her. To be connected to her is something unheard of, unprecedented. At least in a millennia. She's always able to communicate through some artifacts that she's crafted to help us fight against the dreaded Hamon Users and their Stands. Such as the Jude Priest."

It was still hard to believe that I was given such a prestigious honor from such an artifact. Yet here it was, the Messenger of Duran. A prophet to the return of the Goddess to unite the world and conquer tyrant known as the sun. This was still too much for me to handle but the CO had told me what I was meant to do when the leaders deemed such a role.

"Well sir, what are my orders?" I asked, trying to keep my mind off of the events unfolding.

" As you may know, the Germany and her allies are losing this Great War. The writing's on the wall but this won't stop the Krauts from trying to do something more. They believe that they have found the key to victory as some have found some of those cursed Arrows that create Stands for entire families."

"So they seek a comeback? Where does that leave me?"

"Simply put, we are working for the Germans on a front called the Society. Primarily as a means to find any and all artifacts that were left by the Goddess. You will be put under a commander who works with our religion and will do as he says. See what you can find about the Arrows and what the German's have found out about it. Maybe we can use it to our advantage for when our Lady awakens."

With my orders given to me, I left. It wasn't any different than being sent to another military base while being in France or in my early days. However my allegiance transcended nations and even my own body transcended that of humans, but with the same amount of weaknesses.

[Haedros 92712]

Miskatonic University, MA

Hiroshi Sato

"Sir, I find it incredibly likely all hell will break loose soon enough. The looming tension in the air... it's stifling." Hiroshi sat in a chair across from the feminine form of his stand, Siamese Dream. Despite not necassarily needing to sit, she did, taking up the second chair in his study. "Mm, indeed. I feel it too. Perhaps we should pack up and leave before it does..." The stand did not seem to take to this idea. "We could help people. If all chaos were to run rampant, many people would be in danger." The Japanese professor sighed, and turned to stare at a picture on his desk. Seemingly spurred to action, he pushed back his chair and stood. "Perhaps we'll take a walk."

[Skarten]

An Bluff, But Not Really
Felipe De Marvais
Miskatonic University, Arkham

"Oh, Is That So? Shoot me, then."

Those were the words said by Felipe as he saw the other woman, the Chinese, pull out an gun and aim it at him, threatening to fire at him was he to make any moves against the small girl. In her mind, of course, and probably in the thoughts of the girl, this would be an situation in which they would have practically won, right? After all, if he did hurt the girl with the stand, he would get shot, something that usually causes people to get badly hurt or die, in most cases. But this was not an usual case. Felipe knew very well that firing at him while he was wearing Hit The Road, especially with something as puny as the revolver she was using, was as useful as throwing an javelin at an concrete fortress.

Looking over the the body of the dead doctor he was supposed to meet, the Brazilian man began to notice something. It was clear that he was long gone, having been most likely caught by surprise, seeing the expression on the corpse's face. That he had noticed before. But now that he was closer, Felipe was able to see that the wounds were clearly holes, made by bullets. This meant that the perpetrator of the crime could not have been the Small Girl, as she clearly had no possession of any weapon. The Chinese woman, however, was aiming one at him.

Letting go of the small girl, Felipe continued standing at an place, his eyes looking directly into his new "enemy". This did not mean he would simply forget the other stand user in the room, but rather that he would concentrate himself on the possibly more threatening one. She had a stand, that was something he did not doubt. Why was she not using it, however? Was she simply too scared to use it? Was the gun itself the Stand? Backing his trust on the strength of his Hit The Road, Felipe simply continued talking, rather than acting.

On his mind, Felipe devised a plan. First of all, he would continue to talk, finding out as much as he could about what had happened here. If this was the person who had caused the death of all the people in the building, then surely she would have no problem firing at him, or reveal her ability. If she did indeed, attack, he would then rush towards her and use his ability to achieve his triumph and capture the one who had caused this massacre.

"What are you waiting for, after all? Unload your entire revolver at me. See, i'm standing still, and I've let the little girl go. Better yet, use your stand ability. I'll be simply waiting here. I won't attack you, don't worry. I'm essentially giving victory to you! After all, what could i possibly do.So, i ask again, Why don't you take the opportunity?

[Britanania]

Layla Collins

Miskatonic University, Arkham, MA

To Layla's surprise--and relief--the foreign stranger let her go. However, things only continued to get stranger. Instead of fleeing as a normal person should, Felipe asked Fang to shoot him, and what's more, he started berating the pair of women. His insistence at calling Layla a "little girl" only made her anger grow.

"You fucking son of a bitch," she sneered. "If that's that way you want to play, fine!" Layla learned her lesson; her opponent was a Stand user like her, and so instead of complacently attacking she would go all out.

Supper's Ready charged again, but this time with a barrage of punches.

"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid", Layla and her Stand cried as it attacked Felipe, but more importantly, as it no doubt would make contact with her opponent, she activated its true power.

[Skarten]

An Even Quicker Battle
Felipe De Marvais
Miskatonic University, Arkham

Just as Felipe finished talking to the chinese woman, the other girl that was there, the little one, had apparently gotten even angrier. She began to attack him, using her stand to unleash a barrage of punches. Once again, of course, this stand was slow as an turtle, and truth be told, Felipe could have most likely dodged the attacks once again, were it not for the lucky fact he had been distracted.

Still wearing Hit The Road, Felipe continued to receive punch after punch of the young girl's stand attack barrage. This continued and continued and continued, until the attack rush finally stopped and the girl and her stand stopped yelling out the same words repeatedly. Usually, this is where one would expect for the person who had suffered such attack to be falling down, with a good quantity of their bones broken, in the very least.

Yet, the Brazilian man still remained upright, with his Dark Blue suit still visible. His eyes were scarily calm, as if he could not have anything more than bothered by this assault. More than that, the suit had barely been damaged, with only a few small cracks due to the strong but slow punches of his attacker's stand.

Standing menacingly tall, Felipe once again looked over to the small girl whom had attempted to "ambush" him. Speaking in an monotone, grave voice, Felipe stated yet another line to her. "If this is all that you can do, i recommend you once again to cease attacking and call it back. Not a being on this earth that i have met has been able to penetrate the armor of「Hit The Road」with their stand completely, and you will certainly not be the first."

Shortly after, he turned again to the Chinese woman, and began yet another time to talk, asking her a question about what had happened to the Doctor and the events that concerned his death. "I will ask you one thing, and i would consider it unwise for you to not answer. Were you the one who killed this man?"

[Haedros 92712]

An Even Quicker Battle
Felipe De Marvais
Miskatonic University, Arkham

Just as Felipe finished talking to the chinese woman, the other girl that was there, the little one, had apparently gotten even angrier. She began to attack him, using her stand to unleash a barrage of punches. Once again, of course, this stand was slow as an turtle, and truth be told, Felipe could have most likely dodged the attacks once again, were it not for the lucky fact he had been distracted.

Still wearing Hit The Road, Felipe continued to receive punch after punch of the young girl's stand attack barrage. This continued and continued and continued, until the attack rush finally stopped and the girl and her stand stopped yelling out the same words repeatedly. Usually, this is where one would expect for the person who had suffered such attack to be falling down, with a good quantity of their bones broken, in the very least.

Yet, the Brazilian man still remained upright, with his Dark Blue suit still visible. His eyes were scarily calm, as if he could not have anything more than bothered by this assault. More than that, the suit had barely been damaged, with only a few small cracks due to the strong but slow punches of his attacker's stand.

Standing menacingly tall, Felipe once again looked over to the small girl whom had attempted to "ambush" him. Speaking in an monotone, grave voice, Felipe stated yet another line to her. "If this is all that you can do, i recommend you once again to cease attacking and call it back. Not a being on this earth that i have met has been able to penetrate the armor of「Hit The Road」with their stand completely, and you will certainly not be the first."

Shortly after, he turned again to the Chinese woman, and began yet another time to talk, asking her a question about what had happened to the Doctor and the events that concerned his death. "I will ask you one thing, and i would consider it unwise for you to not answer. Were you the one who killed this man?"

A Truly Bizarre Encounter

Hiroshi

Hiroshi overheard a disturbance as he wandered the campus. Yelling. He found the room he presumed it came from. He felt it. The energy the accompanied stand users, made them apparent to others, the aura of one who could call upon their own spirit. He quietly slipped into the room, and did so silently, S.D. unravelling and encircling to the room, though keeping enough of her main body near Hiroshi to create a portal if need be. He saw three people, two of whom were students. The other man, a stranger. At least one of them had a stand, if not all three. "Pardon me, but whateveru is going on here?" The Japanese man approached slowly, his gait hiding the tension that surged through his body. The faintest outline of S.D. echoed behind him, for she had unraveled herself upon encountering the scene before them. Hiroshi adjusted his glasses a slight bit, before pressing onward. "Though i may not be one tū speak, it is rare tū see a foreign man on campus. Nani brings you here? and why is there a dead man beside you good peopre?" His tone foretold none of the fear he felt approaching obvious stand users. But Siamese Dream would return from string form to aid him if need be.

[Lunas Legion]

Sūn Fang

Miskatonic University, Arkham, MA

Fang was a great many things. Stupid was not one of them. When your opponent told you to do something, you didn't do it. She'd already said what would make her shoot, and that hadn't happened. So she wasn't going to shoot.

So she shook her head. "No." She declared, but she didn't lower her revolver, keeping it raised and ready. "Yaw not kill Miz Layra, so I not shoot you. And what 'stand abirity?'" She seemed honestly confused by the last part, having no idea what it meant. As she was silent, the haze moved, Layla shouting out as it did so. She was in control of it or something?

This was all confusing. The man just took the attacks, standing there like a statue. So she did nothing still, and waited, gun still ready. Then he turned back to her, and asked her a question; has she killed the good doctor?

"No." Fang shook her head vigorously. "Dr Correen wa my paysheck. Yaw not shoot who pay yaw." And then someone else pushed in through the door, just... Brilliant. She stepped backwards, slowly and carefully, her eyes straying between the man in the suit and the new arrival, keeping her revolver readied. "Not yawr buseenez." Fang said, motioning for him to leave with her revolver. "So keep awt."

[Britanania]

Layla Collins

Miskatonic University, Arkham, MA

Even though the man was taken off guard by Layla's renewed attack, it did little to damage her foreign opponent. Supper's Ready was powerful in its attacks, but Layla did little more than crack Felipe's defences. Largely ineffective, true, but not without some benefit to the young woman. Layla knew something that Felipe didn't regarding Supper's Ready.

Whatever power's he's hiding, I have them at my disposal, she thought with a smug grin. Just, what are its abilities?

As the man demanded after her ill-fated attack, Layla did bring Supper's Ready closer to herself s Fang and the man got into a slight exchange. Something he said tipped her off, though. He asked which of them killed her father.

So, he isn't the killer, she realised. Still, they lacked answers, such as who did kill the doctor. The appearance of another man complicated things, but he was one Layla recognised.

"Dr Sato," Layla exclaimed as she saw his Stand. "What are you doing here?"

[Haedros 92712]

Layla Collins

Miskatonic University, Arkham, MA

Even though the man was taken off guard by Layla's renewed attack, it did little to damage her foreign opponent. Supper's Ready was powerful in its attacks, but Layla did little more than crack Felipe's defences. Largely ineffective, true, but not without some benefit to the young woman. Layla knew something that Felipe didn't regarding Supper's Ready.

Whatever power's he's hiding, I have them at my disposal, she thought with a smug grin. Just, what are its abilities?

As the man demanded after her ill-fated attack, Layla did bring Supper's Ready closer to herself s Fang and the man got into a slight exchange. Something he said tipped her off, though. He asked which of them killed her father.

So, he isn't the killer, she realised. Still, they lacked answers, such as who did kill the doctor. The appearance of another man complicated things, but he was one Layla recognised.

"Dr Sato," Layla exclaimed as she saw his Stand. "What are you doing here?"

Hiroshi

Siamese Dream formed her top half, speaking to Hiroshi in her somewhat robotic voice. "Master, the foreign man is most definitery a stand useru. Advising caution." The doctor nodded his head, not taking his eyes off of the foreigner. "Simpry here tū investigate a distsurbance." He continued to speak in a cool, confident tone, though every instinct screamed for him to portal out, and take the student with him. But he stood firm.

[Danceria]

Norton, Massachusetts

Martin looked over at the man who was tackling the last of the Germans with the arrow. He wasn't too concerned about him. He had other things to worry about. The German on the other hand had much to worry about. He was screaming and happened to fall on top of the arrow leading to a inexplicable amount of pain. A humanoid, indigo colored stand with red circles around his eyes rose from out of the man and whisked him away in a flash of light. Martin ran over surprised and looked over at the man who had already tackled him "Do you know what's happening today?"

In the university

The German fell and collapsed with the corpse. He tried to push it off, but seeing Erika and what she had done took out his pistol and began continuously firing at the thing fighting him. "You're no human. You are a monster!" He spat out the words in a heavily accented English.

Dominick, near Norton and Martin...

"Something odd...something no doubt to do with-" he blinked. "The Professor! I'm Dominick Dohman, by the way, I study at Miskatonic. Nice to meet you!" Dom would cheerily grin. "Come on, we've got to get back to Campus! The Professor could be in danger!

---

Erika, in the Main Foyer of the University...

"Vampir..." she corrected, her fingers going straight into the jugular, and lifting the boy up. With each unearthly "heartbeat", the German would feel his blood fade, and Erika would feel her wounds heal. The pale woman would bark at him in German. "<<What are you doing here?! Why did you kill those people?!!>>"

[Lunas Legion]

Sūn Fang

Miskatonic University, Arkham, MA

"Disturbance eenvestigat, Dr." Fang said, motioning towards the door. Just because she was paid to clean this place didn't mean she was a fan of the faculty beyond Dr Collins. "Now leave."

She wasn't entirely sure what the plan was here other than 'shoo everyone out and away and keep Layla alive'. Too many unknowns, far, far too many unknowns for her liking. "So now we figur awt nawne ov u kirr Dr Correen, who did?" She glanced over all of the others. "And why room mez?" They were almost certainly connected somehow, she just didn't know how or by what. "Arso, what do we do now?" She added quickly, still holding her revolver ready, and still ready to shoot at the slightest provocation.

[Atkemri]

Martin Harell

"I'm Martin Harell." Martin stopped and took a second to think about his name. Dohman. That sounded German. He would've asked a question, but it was best not to question the German opposing the Germans. Martin decided to keep an eye on Dominic to make sure he wouldn't find a dagger in his back most likely literally. More surprisingly he also had a entity with him. He seemed less spooked about the whole thing. Martin assumed he may know a thing or two about them and asked "What are these sprits following us?"

Cäser Von Binge

As he waited outside he had time to observe his stand. After prodding a bit, he found that Kroutrock (he decided to name it after the German slur so that whenever the enemies said it they'd be reminded of the power of the German Empire and by extension him) was essentially a walking armoury. It had guns on it's wrists that could only be described as miniature machine guns with no need to reload (although it had to stop firing once in a while to cool down). Not only that it had a fully functional artillery on it's back which was a welcome addition to the being. As Cäser was about to check it's artillery piece, a soldier of his popped in fort of him with a indigo stand in front of him and the arrow in his hand.

"Ah Hans, it's nice to see that you have provided me the arrow. Would you like to tell me about your follower?" Hans looked behind him obviously confused about the whole situation and the thing following it seeing as he jumped back when he saw Cäser's stand and then his own as it stopped him from falling. Looking at the stands he composed himself though barely and handed over the arrow

"I do Nein know Oef Zis demon behind me. Izt Zis normal Cäser?" Cäser smirked "Soon hans, every Mahn, woman, Anne child in germany Vill have one. So Ja it Vill be" Hans shifted a bit and looked at Cäser "To Das trains it Izt then?" Cäser nodded and began moving towards the train when he saw movement in Collin's office. He gestured towards Kroutrock and then pointed towards the windows.

It opened fire at all inside and Cäser made his way to the train system. Hans had teleported the rest of them except one who was missing. He turnt to the 9 of them "Gentlemen, please pass Das arrow around yourselves anne prick your hands"

The one very unlucky German

After having fingers jabbed into his jugular he was very willing to divulge information. "We're here for Das arrow, Das mask, anne to get mexico to declare war on america." He then collapsed into death.

[Danceria]

Martin Harell

"I'm Martin Harell." Martin stopped and took a second to think about his name. Dohman. That sounded German. He would've asked a question, but it was best not to question the German opposing the Germans. Martin decided to keep an eye on Dominic to make sure he wouldn't find a dagger in his back most likely literally. More surprisingly he also had a entity with him. He seemed less spooked about the whole thing. Martin assumed he may know a thing or two about them and asked "What are these sprits following us?"

Cäser Von Binge

As he waited outside he had time to observe his stand. After prodding a bit, he found that Kroutrock (he decided to name it after the German slur so that whenever the enemies said it they'd be reminded of the power of the German Empire and by extension him) was essentially a walking armoury. It had guns on it's wrists that could only be described as miniature machine guns with no need to reload (although it had to stop firing once in a while to cool down). Not only that it had a fully functional artillery on it's back which was a welcome addition to the being. As Cäser was about to check it's artillery piece, a soldier of his popped in fort of him with a indigo stand in front of him and the arrow in his hand.

"Ah Hans, it's nice to see that you have provided me the arrow. Would you like to tell me about your follower?" Hans looked behind him obviously confused about the whole situation and the thing following it seeing as he jumped back when he saw Cäser's stand and then his own as it stopped him from falling. Looking at the stands he composed himself though barely and handed over the arrow

"I do Nein know Oef Zis demon behind me. Izt Zis normal Cäser?" Cäser smirked "Soon hans, every Mahn, woman, Anne child in germany Vill have one. So Ja it Vill be" Hans shifted a bit and looked at Cäser "To Das trains it Izt then?" Cäser nodded and began moving towards the train when he saw movement in Collin's office. He gestured towards Kroutrock and then pointed towards the windows.

It opened fire at all inside and Cäser made his way to the train system. Hans had teleported the rest of them except one who was missing. He turnt to the 9 of them "Gentlemen, please pass Das arrow around yourselves anne prick your hands"

The one very unlucky German

After having fingers jabbed into his jugular he was very willing to divulge information. "We're here for Das arrow, Das mask, anne to get mexico to declare war on america." He then collapsed into death.

Dominick, sprinting back to campus...
"If you can keep up, I'll be happy to tell you..." he began to return to the university at a brisk pace. "The Professor and I call 'em "Stands"." Dohman explained. "They're more like "sticks", because they tend to stick by you." At this moment, the slightly fluidic purple ooze amassed itself outside of the young man's shirt, looking on with a pair of magenta irises boring holes into Martin. "Most are pretty shy, as far as I know. Almost everyone that's been struck by the arrow's got one. Surprised you got it so quickly, I've been knocked out for a couple days after Erika and I..." he decided to stop his train of thought. "Anyhow, Professor Collins and Layla are bound to know more than I do..."

---

Erika, in the University Proper...
Her eyes widened with the revelation, before slapping him in vain. Screaming, she drained every last drop of blood he had... it wasn't something she enjoyed, or rather, tried not to enjoy. Breathing heavily, she attempted to smooth out any ruffles she had on her outift, before realizing.
Layla
"Laylaaa!" she hollered, dashing and stumbling up the stairway, booking it to the Professor's laboratory, the worst possible outcome festering in her like the lukewarm blood of that German...