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[2018-06-03 00:43:47 +0000 UTC]
"ONE DAY..."
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OKAY so i changed my account a bit and i'm adding this now:
THIS ACCOUNT IS NOW CANON DIVERGENT // SLIGHT AU
I'll still rp Canon Jonathan but this account is for STAND USER! JONATHAN
in which Jonathan survives the end of Phantom Blood and
I give him a STAND of my own creation called THE PRAYER
bc god fucking dammit JONATHAN DESERVED BETTER + I wanted to give him a stand.
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[ and at last you saw. ]
YALL I FINISHED UP PHANTOM BLOOD A COUPLE DAYS AGO
DIO A LIL BITCH LEMME TELL U
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Volare via Finnally getting to this! 😤, I’m setting this somewhere around Liverpool, cause I feel like if Johnathan was randomly sent to the future he’d probably be near where he used to live, rather than Italy.. plus he might like some familiar ground to latch on to. Maybe see what happened to the place that used to be the Joestar mansion... also I’ll let you decide if you want Johnathan to be able to see stands or not... although he’d Probably win either way B-]
[/ Narancia had hoped for the trip to be uneventful, but trouble had a way of following him everywhere he went. ]
[/ The delinquent dipped away in an ally for just a little bit to relax and watch people go by. He took a deep breath and leaned on a wall. This brevity was short lived as someone hiding in the trash threw an opened half empty bottle of beer at his head! In narancia’s moment of confusion the assliant seized the opportunity and repeatedly beat him over the head with a strange ghostly arm that suddenly materialized before him ]
[/ it all happened too quickly for Narancia to react ]
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Jonathan really is too sweet for his series xD ))
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White Dragon. mY HAND SLIPPED---
aaaand i'm working on replying to you but this is how i think their relationship would be in a nutshell YEET
Seto: hey you know what, Jonathan?......... you're pretty cool.
Jojo: ......... the cooliest? OwO
Seto: don't ruin it
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When she brings me coffee, her smile
I wish I could be with her, 'til my last day
------進撃の巨人------
OH LOOK!!! IT'S A GOOD BOI!!!!
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" theres been a massive influx of freaks. like, no offence, i ain't knockin' on your style or anythin' "
" but shit man you're built like a brick shithouse, and you got magnificent blue locks "( unnecessary hand gestures as he Speaks )
( he's havin an episode )" now not to sound gay or anythin - 'cuz i'm not. i like, chicks and stuff. pleasin' broads is my full-time gig i'm the straightest guy i know "
" yeah i know. disappointin'. i'm quite the catch "
" ... "
" -- but you are straight up beautiful man "
" if i wasn't as objectively heterosexual i'd totally be schedulin' fancy cheese and cracker skyrise dates with you and buyin' you expensive bitter wine at regular intervals "
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( a true gentleman. )
this is so good holy shit
----【 ▸ i. HOW is he supposed to react to this strange blue man 】
----【 ▸ ii. EITHER WAY HE’S BLUSHING LIKE A DORK AND CONFUSED AS FUCK】
❝ Oh... uh... well... Thank you so much... ! I think ? I’ve always been quite the muscular fellow. However I suppose that’s due to my training ! ❞
❝ I didn’t expect for a man to find me, uh, attractive. I do have a wife however I appreciate the compliment. ❞
❝ I would even say that you’re quite the charming young man yourself ! ❞
❝ But are you okay ? Are you in need of any assistance ? You seem rather... hyper. ❞
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batter up!!
hskfhsjk oh my god thank you i struggle so much making starters jhfshfkjshfs( for some reason, his expression goes :/ )" oh .. ya gotta wife ? "
" damn .. i mean !! (fuck) damn-good. damn-hell yeah "
" bet she's a super fine pretty broad like you "
" minus tha broad part "
" like .. "( hand gestures stop.. )
( tries to. compose himself )
( cmon scout, yve talked to literal celebrities theres no way u can fuck this up )" charmin' ?? well yeah i gotta say. graduated top of my class in -- frickin', charisma and shit "
" haha yeah. plenty of chicks rockin' up to my joint just to let me know how gifted in the art 'a speech i am "
" guys too !! and hey; i don't discriminate. fact's a fact no matter what side its comin' from "( aggressively coughs into fist. before leaning on a wall )" naw man "
" i'm fine. you fine ?? i'm *cough ahem* mhmm "
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" oo - hey, if ya lookin for good food - i suggest Tonios!"
"-well if ya like italian that is."
[/ he had noticed this stranger looking along the buildings. to him he looked lost or confused. He assumed the stranger was looking for places to eat. These were small cafes and restaurants along the streets. Being an odd extrovert Okuyasu decided to take assumptions and give him a suggestion.
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( i. ) honestly, cassandra didn't know what to make of this intruder
( ii. ) the last time she had someone restrained, they turned out to save them all
( iii. ) so instead of threatening right off the bat, she kept her hand on the pommel of her sword. growth. " who are you? "
" you are not one of the merchants from skyhold. identify yourself before i am forced to involve the inquisitor. "
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macaron: look at my stand!! *summons a giant macaron from thin air*
jojo: >:0c
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(( he could honestly??? adopt me ???? thank you
idfk as whatever family member but like he’s too wholesome okay ))
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( » there was a slight hesitation in their step before the teen decided to approach the unfamiliar and tall male figure after all. )
( » it has been quite chaotic these past months, after freeing the monsters and having monsters still hide from the humans and then getting lost was not helping the child with the stress that was eating at them. )
* uhm- excuse me, sir.
* but could you perhaps tell me where we are.. ?
( » frisk asked the other softly, hesitation visible in their behavior- hoping that the adult wouldn't be all too shocked at the unnatural sight of their appearance. )
( » it happened often that people fretted about their appearance and why there were buttercups growing on their skin, but the child really didn't had the energy to explain, nor to lie about it. )
( » they just hoped to get the gist of where they are and then they would be on their way again to try to get back to the shorter skeleton. )
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i don't know whether to hate this or not
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{💥}< If someone had asked her how she'd gotten into this situation Ross wouldn't even know where to start. As with many aspects of her life the blonde woman had been wandering aimlessly, drifting to and from the many settlements she frequented and getting side-tracked by anything in between that promised of adventure; Such is the life of one lets the wind guide them.
{💥}< But all of this is neither here nor there as she soon found herself before a very imposing man, a man who dwarfed her by comparison and could probably snap her like a twig if he so desired. Ross shifted her weight onto one leg and let out a low whistle; on impulse she spoke the first words that came to mind.
"Man, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were part supermutant."
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----【 ▸ i. Jonathan stared at the girl curiously. Of course this wasn't the first time a stranger had inquired about his stature but this was the first time someone has worded it so strangely. Despite his imposing size, he was rather kind and naive in nature. He's never heard of the concept of a supermarket before. Vampires, zombies, hamon and stands- most definitely- but her vernacular was new to him. He wonders if what she said was supposed to be a compliment or not. 】

❝ I have no idea what a supermatant is but I can assure you that I am not one. ❞
 ❝ Was that supposed to be a compliment ? If you do not mind me asking, who are you ? ❞
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{💥}< Ross shifted her weight to the otherside; His comment confused her, what wasteland survivor doesn't know what a supermutant is? Those big green terrors were as common as radroaches. She took the time to observe the man before her more carefully; Now that she looked harder she couldn't find any of the wear and tear of the wastes on him. He look clean and healthy, nothing like the dirty, irradiated denizens of the Capital Wasteland; the girl was convinced he was fresh-faced from a vault, stepping out into the great wide open for the first time as she had only a year prior.
"..You...must be new."
{💥}< She uttered placing her hands on her hips.
"You're one of the lucky ones if you've never had a run-in with a supermutant."
"They're as big as you are and mean as sin, pretty dumb too-"
{💥}< She stopped mid sentences realizing how what she said could be taken as an insult.
"N-not to say you're anything like them! I was just saying I've never seen anyone get as big or as muscly as you are."
"Not enough food really..."
"So, you're from a vault yeah? What one? I came out of 101."
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"Whoa - hey you were the guy who helped me off that fence."
She knew he looked familiar. He was the man with that 'magic' or hamon by what he calls it. How can she not remember?
She did notice he was out here all by himself. It's about to rain here and in Florida, the rain can be harsh. Not only that, but Gators like to come out this time of day.
"uh, what are you doing out here by yourself though? "
"gators can be out here."
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my dumb ass at 8am: so if jonathan and joachim were a ship would they also be called jojo
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( a true gentleman. )
you're a genius blease
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<.Ill be number one.> omfg imagine if Jonathan was actually able to tame this explosive fluff ball lakdodkjdodkxjz
also it’s U-ltimate-Life :3c
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( a true gentleman. )
oh my god that would be so fucking hard but i believe in him
bakugo is such a stubborn boi jonathan would have a field day with hiM
i really want to rp with these two they would have such an interesting dynamic !!
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<.Ill be number one.> Bakugou would most likely challenge Jonathan to a fight as seeing how buff he is sgdidososlkckxo
wE SHOULD DO IT!!
He might be able to knock some sense into this angry boi
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( a true gentleman. )
oh my god bakugo no jonathan would just stare at this aggressive child
trying and failing to beat his ass and he's just be like " hey hey hey are
you okay ??? i do not want to hurt you !!! " and he would most likely
try to be a pacifist and calm him doWN LIKE BAKUGO CHILL
YES WE SHOULD DO IT AAAA !!!
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<.Ill be number one.> Bakugou doesn’t know how to chill that’s the proBLEM HELP THIS POOR CHILD RELAX
WE NEED TOO AAAAAAAAAA
SHOULD I DROP THE STARTER OR SHOULD yOU? :3c
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In spite of everything, it still seemed that MOBIUS had not given up on their creation. It was almost admirable, and all the better for him, as he could continue his work with every unfortunate new arrival. Apparently, it hadn't occured to the powers that be that they were sending people to their deaths- or perhaps they didn't care. From Stefano's personal experiences with the lot, he wouldn't put it past them. They were disgusting. Cold... clinical... impersonal. And so horrendously lacking in creativity. Nevertheless, their world was his now. And he would not let it, or its people, go to waste.
So of course it was only fitting that the first thing one would see when dropped into Union would be its brilliant "centerpiece". Stefano's mansion and gallery, where all his greatest works were housed, existed on a somewhat distinct plane-- one that seemed to phase in and out of the whole of Union whenever convenient, though it was difficult to determine. Time and space functioned differently here. Almost like a confusing jumble of thoughts and memories.
Once the initial darkness faded, they would find themselves in an ornately decorated room with red curtains billowing softly in time with the faint draft. There were two glass doors on either side near the front of the room, both locked, and a wide staircase leading up to a stage of sorts on the opposite side. Shortly after arriving, one of the curtains would draw upwards, revealing a thin partial wall with a 'door' cut out of its center, through which a painting of a real door could be seen hanging on the back wall of the room.
The man in blue himself was tending to one of his pieces at the time, when he sensed the unfamiliar presence. There was something different about it. Something he couldn't quite place, though it was faint; far enough away that he couldn't discern much about his latest visitor. Still, it brought a smile to his face. He always loved when MOBIUS sent him new playthings. He took a few sneak glances, through the tormented eyes of his art that seemed to change and move of their own volition if one looked closely enough, wanting to watch his visitor in action before giving them a warm welcome.
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( a true gentleman. )
GOD DAMMIT WHY IS YOUR WRITING SO GOOD
IM SO SORRY MY WRITING ISNT UP TO PAR WITH YOURS I FEEL BAD
----【 ▸ i. JONATHAN HATED THIS. He despised the mere prospect of such a game. Being forced to live in the conscious of another's mind was never his plan. But the Union had presented him with a possibility of finding his long lost love, Erina. As soon as he entered the vicinity, he was surprised- terrified- to see a myriad of art pieces that displayed themselves before him. Dozens upon dozens of displays of macabre presentations of the people frozen in a state of dispair- each exhibit topping that last in its morbidity. A horrifically elegant display of blood && flesh blooming from all angles from a disembodied torso of a man stood at the centerpiece, many other creations of the same gruesome nature surrounded it. The blood of the victims that radiated from their bodies, frozen in time, reflected the dim but prominent lighting in the scarlet room. Jonathan stood there, speechless, almost unable to move && shocked- scared, angry. What happened to these people ? Where was he ? What kind of sick bastard would do such a thing- take no regard for the lives that they had taken ? His mind was swarming with questions, his thoughts almost clouded. 】
----【 ▸ ii. HE HAD TO RELAX- HE HAD TO BREATHE. Jonathan learned a long time ago that, in situations like this, there was no time for panic- no room for human error. Jonathan pried his eyes away from the center of the room as he tried to collect his breath through exercises he learned through the teachings of Zeppeli. Being a master of hamon, collecting his breath served as no problem. He spent months-years- on end perfecting his breathing technique as it was vital to any hamon user. He looked onwards with a more stern expression, his light blue orbs eyeing the room before him, as he sent waves of hamon through the floor. Bright, yellow sparks radiated from his body as waves of light surrounded him. Jonathan was using hamon as a detector by sending waves across the room and examining it with his hamon, detecting any signs of life. It didn't seem like the MOBIUS affected his use of hamon, which brought Jonathan relief. 】
----【 ▸ iii. IT DIDN'T TAKE JONATHAN LONG TO REALIZE THAT SOMEONE WAS HERE. Male, adult, thin build, has a weapon. He looked darted his eyes to his general direction, meeting gaze with a man in blue, his bang covered one eye while he other looked towards Jonathan with a collected and macabre interest. At first, Jonathan was stunned. Was this the same man who did this ? It definitely seemed like it. He stood next to the pieces as though they were his own. His senses told him that it was the same man trapped his victims in eternal death. Jonathan kept his hamon in place and let it course through the flooring, letting his life energy conduct through anything that touched the floor. He couldn't take any chances nor could he underestimate anyone while he was here- not if he wanted to end up as art himself. He decided that it was best to be cautious- take every advantage he had. But he had to be subtle. He couldn't let fear overcome him. He's seen and been through much worse. He looked straight at the other, his gaze stern yet curious as he kept his breaths calm && collected. 】

❝ What is this place ? Who are you ? ❞
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「 📷 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮 」
sorry to bug you but it seems like "my" autocorrected to "your" on that post...
in any case, you don't have to gloat, i already know you're awesome :^)
»『 A thin smile creased the artist's lips, making the sudden realization that he had been discovered. Somehow, the other could see him as he watched from afar-- from the looks of it, there was some sort of POWER involved. That intrigued Stefano. It wasn't every day he encountered someone with such abilities. In a brilliant flash of blue, he was gone from sight; leaving no trace of his existence aside from his raw, corrupt energy, and one telltale sign only a keen eye would notice. Every timepiece was still f r o z e n, signaling that his presence was still affecting them despite him remaining unseen. However, it wasn't long at all before a low chuckle resonated through the eerily silent air. His disembodied voice cascaded over the area like a tsunami; THUNDEROUS and yet somehow still soft, reminiscent of a normal (and quite calm) speaking voice if spoken by dozens of identical individuals from every direction simultaneously. 』
“ That's the problem with you unimaginative neophytes. ”
“ You're always entitled to answers. Worse yet, those answers should always make sense. ”
»『 There was a sound, a sort of FSH to be precise, accompanied by another flash when the deadly photographer reappeared behind his visitor; the BLUE, WISPY AURA that surrounded him as a byproduct of his teleportation taking a few moments to dissipate as he paced in a slow circle around him, being cautious to keep a respectable distance. He didn't KNOW MUCH about this man, and he was narcissistic, not STUPID. Obviously, he had some interesting capabilities, not to mention his build. It came without question that Stefano was outmatched physically. Despite this, he maintained a CONFIDENT, formally amicable disposition towards him, never once allowing his amused smile to falter. 』
»『 Once a few tense moments had passed and he felt like his WORDS HAD SUNKEN IN, he paused in his tracks, his gaze lifting from the patterned monochromatic flooring to meet theirs. That SOLE ICY HUE boring into the hamon user as he studied his every move and the energy which radiated from him. His dialect-- smooth, thick, of northern italian descent-- was more PROMINENT as he enunciated certain words, granting him a certain eloquence of speech that made him sound deceptively pleasant contrary to his horrific surroundings. 』
“ I am STEFANO VALENTINI. And this is my domain. ”
“ Normally, I don't take very kindly to TRESPASSERS. But, in this case, I'm willing to make an exception-- ”
“ My only condition is that you tell me who sent you, and if they sent you alone. ”
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geek in disguise.
Tfw you wanna make a starter, but haven't seen all of phantom blood to know how,, ; ;
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"Why in Oblivion is this... odd species of vampires so buff and weird."
"I don’t like it."
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" Oh shit I ended up in the-the-the muscle dimension again. "
" Ah -urrp- fuck. Shit. Where'd my portal gun go- "
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❝ ... muscle dimension ? ❞
❝ what on earth is that ? are you lost sir ? ❞
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all i want out of life is for these two to meet
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( a true gentleman. )
oh my go d
tbh they would be so precious together
our two big buff cinnamon rolls who try their very best yes this is a need
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OKAY so i changed my account a bit and i'm adding this now:
THIS ACCOUNT IS NOW CANON DIVERGENT // SLIGHT AU
I'll still rp Canon Jonathan but this account is for STAND USER! JONATHAN
in which Jonathan survives the end of Phantom Blood and
I give him a STAND of my own creation called THE PRAYER
bc god fucking dammit JONATHAN DESERVED BETTER + I wanted to give him a stand.
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i. catori made her way through the lush greenery, maneuvering around winding roots and shrubbery. the woodland area was accompanied by the songs of birds and other critters nestled in the undergrowth. it was always welcoming to walk in nature after living in human society. occasionally she'd long to return to her former life among the deer. unfortunately it was not as easy as the once vast plains and forests she called home had been overrun by humans. what little was left often dwindled and was replaced with towns. however, there were still small forests she could visit. this was one of those occasions. one hand grasped a small pouch of seeds that she had gathered from several flowers. she planned on growing more near her home which was already littered with plants.
ii. upon catching sight of a larger figure in the distance accompanied by a man, catori quickly ducked behind one of the trees in alarm. unknown to her the much taller figure was a stand. catori attempted to quietly near the two, tiptoeing around leaves and twigs as she peered at them through the slits of trees. once close enough she saw they were in a clearing, and even more of a surprise, the man appeared to giving life to a flower. her mouth fell agape, eyes widening in awe. whatever caution and fear departed from her, now replaced with curiosity. she entered the clearing to get a better look at the flower that had bloomed. words were already tumbling out her mouth as she praised him for his ability. "i..wow- that's amazing..how did you do that?" perhaps she would have been more frightful of the stand but she wasn't receiving a threatening aura. they appeared strong, but it didn't seem their was a malevolent intent based on their vibe.
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gods of fitness
i hope this is fine
Two silhouettes had been jerking about in the dark. One had been sluggish and ragged while the other had been tall, well composed, and large.
The two seemed to be in some sort of struggle. The smaller one had tried to snap and bite at the other but was ultimately unsuccessful. The man had sung his arm away before he can let this creature sink its rotten teeth into his flesh. In return, he sent a hard uppercut into the gut of the ragged creature. Its body simply fell apart due to its weakened, decaying body. It essentially melted off his arm into a husk of a body on the ground. Only a gurgle left it's throat.
The larger man stood over it observing it with a rather displeased arch of his brow. They were so much more disgusting dead and reanimated than the peaceful bliss of respectful death.
Wamuu rolled his shoulder and relaxed as he looked over a few other bodies he had brought down along the rugged path. These things have never plagued the earth - at least not here. Odd
"There are more out here."
"It is foolish to tread on stranger."
He knew he wasn't alone. The scent of a living body among the stench of old gravewalkers stuck out well. What this man was doing out so late was beyond him. It was bold, and he was still alive.
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( a true gentleman. )
heyy if it's okay with you can i rp with my stand user jonathan ?? for reference, here's his stand, THE PRAYER also the starter is great !!!
----【 ▸ i. JONATHAN could hardly believe what he just witnessed. This man-whoever or whatever he was, killed several zombies with ease. Jojo was no novice- he had seen && fought his fair share of zombies before- most of which were quite powerful due to DIO's influences. They were all vile creatures who only lived to serve another whose humanity left them for immortality. Of course, ever since DIO's supposed demise on the boat that almost cost Jonathan his own life, he hadn't seen a surplus in zombie life since. But here he was, standing in the midst of zombie corpses while a tall, dark skinned man awaited his response. Jonathan would be lying if he said that the other's large && tellingly powerful composure didn't make him at least slightly uncomfortable 】
----【 ▸ ii. THE JOESTAR STARED, his wide blue orbs meeting the other's for brief moments. He had to think this through. This man was clearly strong enough to defeat hordes of zombies with ease && a stature such as his would be unnaturally large for a regular human. He seemed powerful, strong, certainly composed- almost too powerful. As far as he knew, the other man didn't display any sort of unnatural ability. No signs of hamon nor ownership of a stand. But he wondered if he was even human. He had yet to confirm anything but his instincts told him to avoid confrontation or provocative behaviors. 】
----【 ▸ iii. AT LAST, JONATHAN COMPOSED HIMSELF, his gaze stern yet respectful as he revealed himself to the other, the late Bruford's sword in a sheath on his back and his skin exhibiting several burn scars that his hamon could never heal. The palms of his hands had small holes in them, almost tangent to the ones on the sides of his neck that scrapped an artery. He took a few deep breathes in preparing his hamon and, if need be, he kept his stand in mind. 】

❝ If that is the case then please allow me to follow you in your battle. ❞
❝ I, too, am battling the zombies that plague the world and I can not allow their kind to manifest any longer. ❞
 ❝ I do not have any intent on fighting you, sir. I only wish to aid in eradicating any undead that wish humanity harm. ❞
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why do i want to make a jjba oc
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[ DREIDEL DREIDEL DREIDEL ] oh FUCK WHAT IS UP COMIC HOW HAVE YOU BEEN
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( a true gentleman. )
DOVE AAAAAA YOURE BAC K
WHAT THE FUCK IS UP IVE BEEN GOOD I'VE BEEN BUSY GIVING LOVE AND SUPPORT TO MY BEST UNDERRATED BOY WHO DESERVED BETTER
okay but i don't even wanna imagine jonathan and kyle meeting u p THIS BOY ---
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