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[billionboy]

OH, SHIT, CAESAR-- [ The voice sounds panicked since he is accesses the telepathy first to get obviously Caesar's attention before -- ] FUCK -- shit -- rocks! Ah! That hur-- ow! How long is -- goddamn hill! Ack! Ow-ow-ow-- shitfuckass!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

...Oof.

[ Long pause, muffled. ] I tripped.

Comments

[rebells]

Ah, an idiot.

It's good to see fools getting their comeuppance.

[But that reminds him of his own idiot back home, and the situation he's in there--good thing this is telepathy, and no one can see his face.]

[girasole]

He is, indeed, an idiot. My idiot, but still an idiot. When I see him again I don't know if I'll punch him, hug him, both, or just tell everyone I can about him and let them decide his fate.

[...] ...probably punch him. [And yes, this is said with complete conviction and sincerity.]

[rebells]

[There's no response to that. Curious. Maybe he went off to do something else for a bit . . . . ]

[girasole]

[How strange. Well, being distracted by Okuyasu having rolled down a hill and sprained an ankle and is...somewhere, he's not inclined to press the issue when he's gotta fetch his current other idiot and give him a piggyback ride back into town.

How fortunate for Jay that the subject was dodge- but wait! They're going to be fighting at some point, and, so, the odds are pretty good that this is going to pop up in the not so distant future once more like a bad penny or a bad rash, because it doesn't matter what you do: the past ain't through with you.]

[tropism]

"My idiot, but still an idiot." That's so lovely.

[ is he srs, ofc he is. why would you doubt his sincerity. ]

[girasole]

If you ever met Joseph Joestar you'd understand. He's very punchable.

[tropism]

Are you the type to adopt punchables, then? You seem to have gained a second one.

[girasole]

[...there's a very, very, very long pause as he digests the news that-]

I wouldn't have called myself the type who adopts punchables, or adopts people in general, and yet I can see your point and...really can't argue. I have, haven't I? [Adopted Okuyasu, that is.]

[tropism]

He needs it. And you seem to be willing. Should I prepare a second obituary?

[ a slight pause, and then he adds, ]

In certain circles, I believe they'd call you a masochist. I hope you understand.

[girasole]

...I'm more than aware, thank you. I'll pass on the obituary. There's no flowers, there's no food besides crab and boar, and...well, the stars are nice, so at least it would be a nice view. There's worse places to die.

[tropism]

I admire your certainty.

[ he is not going to involve himself rescuing okuyasu, because - well, there's him and then jotaro down there, what is the point.

in any case he is not too worried. ]

Take care.

[billionboy]

Joseph... Joestar? Did you say Joseph Joestar?

[ Huh. ]

... I know someone by that, but if you meant the same person... I'd be real disappointed in you, Caesar. Hitting old men, that's real low. [ But. ] Ya don't seem the type and ... it's kind of a weird coincidence that it's the same name, but that sort of thing happens in different universes, doesn't it?

[fivefingerdeathpunch]

[Alright, Jotaro's just been half-listening at this point because that's a lot of chatter, but some things you pick up! Some things like ridiculous names that only certain relatives bear.]

How do either of you know that name?

[girasole]

I trained with him for a month in Italy. Please. I could ask you the same question.

[fivefingerdeathpunch]

Bullshit, Caesar Zeppeli died fifty years ago.

[girasole]

[...] ... [...he has to think about this for a second.] I never told anyone my family name here. [No. He has not. Who are you????????????] Who the hell are you, you bastard? Jotaro...what?

[billionboy]

[ ................... ]

Caesar, are you a ghost? You should have told me that you were a ghost, man. You're like the third ghost I've met in my life. That's a lot of ghosts... now that I think about it.

[girasole]

Do I look like a ghost? And if I was a ghost then you'd be screwed because then you'd have to hobble back to town because I'm dead and can't carry you.

[fivefingerdeathpunch]

I'm his grandson.

[Surprise, motherfucker!]

[billionboy]

Well, he's someone that I know in my world, Jotaro.

[ Mm, but how? It's not like he can talk about all that Stand business, right? He'll sound real weird. ] See, my friend's the, uh, wait. That's not really my business to be spreading out his business to anyone who can hear when he's not even around to really say anything about it.

[ Um. ] He's this old geezer that's the, no, that's still getting into, well, I mean he's connected to my friend and I'm connected to my friend through being friends. And he's also related to Jotaro-san. Not you. He's Jotaro Kujo. He's a really cool and reliable guy.

[billionboy]

Oh. But...

You're okay, too, Jotaro.

[fivefingerdeathpunch]

[Why is everything so confusing.]

My name's Kujo too.

[Wait. Wait, that whole thing with F.F. the other night, claiming she was friends with his daughter in the future. Is that what's going on here?]

What year is it?

[1/2]

[billionboy]

EH?! NO WAY!

[billionboy]

It's ... 2000....

[ Long pause. ]

Are you... are you really Jotaro Kujo?! Really? Really?!

[fivefingerdeathpunch]

Apparently. From 1988.

[He sounds more done than anything. What the hell kind of power has this Qri got?]