>>1194321
>Man

>>1194321
also what timeline we're in?

>>1194342
SBR timeline

>>1194347
Fuck yeah best timeline.

>>1194321
>Woman

>>1194321
>Man

>>1194321
>Woman
The Joestar bloodline needs more strong women.

>>1194321
>>Man

>>1194461
>>1194380
>>1194335

Writing

>>1194464
If you could weave some story into character creation, that would help immensely in finding the true spirit of the character and world. Thank you for reading this.

You are a handsome young man- short dark purple hair (it's a dye job, you lost a bet but thought it looked good on you so you kept dyeing your normally black hair), turquoise eyes, and a business casual outfit.

Your riding the subway to a job interview for a retail job when you notice a rather nervous looking man with messy brown hair and a black turtleneck sweater gripping an attached case to his chest like his life depended on it. You don't pay much attention to this because your stop is coming up.

But then the woman in the blue jacket and gray sweatpants who has been sitting next to you stands up and points a gun at the nervous man.

Naturally this causes everyone in the subway car to freak the hell out.

"Hand over the case, Sollers. You never should have taken that in the first place." says the woman.

The man holding the case grits his teeth. "I won't let you people get away with what you made me do...What you made her do!"

He reaches to open the case, which causes the woman to panic. Just as he opens it, the gun goes off and there's blood spattered on the man's seat as he slumps over dead. You hear glass breaking and suddenly the car's filling with this sickly sweet scent. Everyone in the car- yourself included- starts going into a coughing fit. Your throat feels like it's being slashed open and you're feeling light-headed. Just when you think it couldn't be worse, the subway pitches and metal grinds and shrieks as the subway details.

----

Your eyes open up slightly as you hear footsteps around you.

>What's the first thing that crosses your mind?

>"So parched...Need water."
>"Shit...Am I still breathing?"
>"Oh God, please don't let me die like this..."

>>1194593
>"So parched...Need water."

>>1194593
>"Oh God, please don't let me die like this..."

>>1194593
>"So parched...Need water."

>>1194593
>"So parched...Need water."

>>1194593
>"Shit...Am I still breathing?"

>"Shit...Am I still breathing?"

>>1194604
>>1194612
>>1194614

Writing.

>>1194674
(oops forgot name)

"So parched..." you mumble weakly. "Need water."

You feel yourself being picked up in a bridal carry. You crane your neck- no small feat given how battered and broken you feel- to see a firefighter carrying you out. He says something but you're to dazed to comprehend. You just pass out.

----

You wake up in a hospital bed to the sound of an EKG. A middle-aged doctor going gray at the temples notes that your conscious and flashes a smile. "Good to see you're awake, Mr. Jonway. It was pretty touch and go in surgery but you should be out of here tomorrow if the tests don't show anything wrong."

You blink. "I don't understand. What happened?" you ask.

The doctor looks grim. "Gas line exploded. You're the only one who survived the crash."

That seems really weird to you. You remember the gun, the sick feeling- it doesn't add up.

The doctor looks up. "Oh, you're cousin's here to see you."

You blink in confusion. You don't have a cousin. You're about to say that when a statuesque blonde woman in a black leather motorcycle jacket and a pair of ripped up jeans strides in. She gives a sigh of relief. "Thank God your alright! I came here I soon as I heard what happened." she says dramatically. She rushes to you to hug you tightly-

And she whispers in your ear: "I'm here to get you out of here. There are people coming who want you dead."

>"Doc, this ain't my cousin."
>"What the hell are you talking about?"
>"OK crazy lady-HELP! SECURITY!"
>Write in

>>1194741
>"What the hell are you talking about?"

>>1194741
>>1194746
also good night.

>>1194741
>"Ohh... It's not ALL bad... I just got a cousin, huh?! They're for things sisters aren't, so... Yeah, not bad..."

>>1194741
>"Doc, this ain't my cousin."

>>1194756
Wait, switching to >>1194751

>>1194741
>Write in
*whisper*"What the hell are you talking about? Why would anyone want to kill me?"

>>1194751
>>1194763

This woman's obviously messing with you. Time to mess back. "Ohh... It's not ALL bad." you whisper back. "Just got a cousin, huh? They're for things sisters aren't so...Yeah not bad."

You give her a cheeky grin but she is FAR from amused. After glaring daggers at you, she looks to the doctor and puts on a much friendlier expression. "Can we get Jordan out today? He really should be with his family."

The doctor is about to say something when there's the sound of something whistling through the air. Something hits the back of the doctor's head and suddenly a layer of ceramic and concrete has completely covered his head. The doctor gives out muffled screams and claws at the layer over his face before going limp. The blonde tenses as a man in a sequin jacket, heavy eyeliner, and tight leather pants steps into the room. On a normal day, this would get your attention. But your gaze is locked firmly on what's behind him: a quasi-humanoid figure with long metal legs in heels and fishnets, a steel corset, mouths for hands, and a dome with a cannon sticking out a good foot in front for a head.

>Loudly tell "What the fuck?!"
>Run
>Write in

>>1194898
>"What the fuck is that? His extraterrestrial fuckboy or what?"
>Then panic

>>1194898
(Brb gonna switch to my laptop)

>>1194898
>Loudly tell "What the fuck?!"

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>>1194898
>Loudly tell "What the fuck?!"

>>1194898
>Loudly tell "What the fuck?!"
>Run

>>1194898
>Write-in
Jump out a window

>>1195080
>>1195112
>>1194924


"WHAT THE FUCK?" you scream. The blonde turns her head to look at you. "You can see it too?" she asks. "That means you're a- oh, shit..."

The assassin smirks. "Looks like you've gotten your own Stand, Mr. Jonway. It's a shame that you won't get the chance to use it. My 「Death On Two Legs」will see to that. But before you die- my name is Daimler, and I will be performing your assassination today."

"Like hell you will!" snarls the blonde. "「Winds of Change」!"

A feminine form made of billowing dust clouds and eyes like burning embers emerges from behind the blonde. It makes gestures with its hands and suddenly the air pressure in the room shifts- there's a gale force wind that knocks Daimler off his feet.

"Cute trick," the assassin huffs. "But I won't let you interfere."

The cannon-head thing aims at the blonde and fires, knocking her into the wall and trapping her there with a layer of ceramic and stone. You watch as the monstrosity scrapes material off the wall with its mouthed hands- that must be where it gets the raw material for its cannon shots.

"It's sad, really." laughs Daimler as the cannon head aims at your face. "You survived exposure to the virus only to be put down before you could use your Stand. Ah, but such is life."

Maybe it's anger. Maybe it's fear. Maybe it's instinct. But something wells up in you and you clench your fist as you shout the first thing to come to mind:

"「EVEN FLOW」!!!"

In front of you materializes an electric blue humanoid, 6 feet tall and crouched down. Its lanky, has a flattened disc-shaped head, hollowed-out glass for its 'stomach', and acid green lining on its limbs. Even Flow reaches out and scrapes at Daimler's wrist. You watch in amazement as it shrivels and darkens, and a little bit of water fills Even Flow's stomach. Daimler looks absolutely enraged.

"You fucking philistine!" he snarls, glowering at you. "You disfigured me! Ruined my good looks! I'll blow your fucking balls off!"


>Jordan Jonway's Stand, 「EVEN FLOW」, has the ability to 「dehydrate」objects. The moisture removes is collected as water in Even Flow's stomach. Even Flow can hold up to 5 gallons of water, but who knows what it can do with it...

>Use Even Flow to dehydrate Daimler. Suck the bastard dry.
>Use Even Flow to punch Daimler's lights out
>Write in

Even Flow's Stats:
Power: C

Speed: B

Range: C

Precision: A

Staying: C

>>1195296
Christ, I really need to remember to set my name. I'm going to bed, I have class in the morning, so I'll continue this for a bit longer around lunchtime.

I hope this JoJo quest doesn't crash and burn like all the rest.
Keep up the good work

>>1195296
>>Use Even Flow to dehydrate Daimler. Suck the bastard dry.

>>1195296

>Use Even Flow to dehydrate Daimler.
Suck the bastard dry

Fuck yeah! JoJo Quest!

>>1195296
>dehydrate
Our precision is dead-on, we won't miss
This board needs more Jojo quests, your doing god's work Rohan.

>>1195540
>>1195807
>>1196238

You give Daimler a cocky grin. "You think you're ugly now? JUST WAIT 'TIL I'M DONE WITH YOU!"

Even Flow pulls back an open palm and with a thought, you will your Stand to unleash a flurry of water-absorbing blows

>Pick a Stand Cry.

Reeeeeeeeeee

>>1196318

GUA!
It's the most autistic one I can think of.

>>1196318
Kek

>>1196318
SHI
"DIE"
A bit edgy but we have a stand that is pretty much made to kill people. Also can we have an image of our stand

Got a doctor appointment, dunno when I'll be back

>>1196750
Thanks for running and I hope you don't have cancer.

>>1196318
>GUA! GUA! GUA!

Oh my. Another jojo qm!
Looking forward to this.

>>1196819
literally who

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>>1196834
M8 i will fight yo-
>1 post by this id
cheeky bugger

>>1196318
GUA

>>1196870
More shops when?

>>1196318
WATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA(Repeat until enemy is ded)

>>1196979
>>1196786
>>1196550

Writing.

"GUAGUAGUAGUAGUAAAAA!!!" Even Flow bellows as it strikes Daimler over and over again.

>Roll 1d100, best of three

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>1197186
Behold the might of jojo

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>1197186

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>1197186

>>1197216
As Even Flow punches, it collects moisture from the air, which is interesting in and of itself, but there's a feeling that makes your hair stand on end as you keep striking, and soon it becomes a crackling electric sensation. You remember something from your high school science class- rapid barometric changes in the air can lead to electrical charges, and dry air in particular made static electricity commonplace. Even Flow lands one last strike, and there's a crack of thunder and the smell of ozone as the built up charge in the air goes off in one brilliant burst of electricity. The discharge knocks Daimler off his feet and into a wall, where he lies motionless. Death On Two Legs vanishes, and judging by the electrical singe marks and the mummy-like appearance of his body.

>You have defeated Daimler and his Stand!
>You have learned the a new Stand Technique.(To be named by vote): If Even Flow continuously dehydrates an area, it can generate a damaging electrical charge. It takes a while to get a good charge going, and if you're interrupted, you'll have to start again.

>Name for your new electrical attack?

>>1197285
>Thunder Rolls

>>1197285
Rolling Thunder

>>1197287
Thunder rolls sounds pretty good. Though I am surprised the first reply wasn't "Thunderstruck"

>>1197285
>Static Death

>>1197285
Majestic Fabuspark!

>>1197285 #
Rolling Thunder

>>1197285
Ride my lightning

>>1197285
>>1197287
>>1197291
>>1197307
>>1197313
>>1197350
>>1197453
First off, Rolling Thunder is a Magi:the Gathering card, and not a song. Perhaps this list will help.

AC/DC - Thunderstruck
Bruce Springsteen - Thunder Road
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah - Some Loud Thunder
Cypress Hill - Lightning Strikes
Eddie Beram - Riot In Thunder Alley
Garth Brooks - Thunder Rolls
Howlin' Wolf - Smokestack Lightning
Jedi Mind Tricks - Through Blood by Thunder
John Mellencamp - Thundering Hearts
John Travolta - Greased Lightning
Leo Sayer - Thunder In My Heart
Live - Lightning Crashes
Marc Cohn - Silver Thunderbird
Oasis - The Shock Of The Lightning
Ozzy Osbourne - Thunder Underground
Sam Roberts - An American Draft Dodger In Thunder Bay
Sprung Monkey - Thunderstruck
The Flaming Lips - Lightning Strikes The Postman
The Offspring - Lightning Rod
Weeping Tile - Dogs and Thunder
White Zombie - Thunder Kiss '65

I personally nominate
>Thunder Rolls
cause who doesn't like Garth Brooks?

>>1197491
>THUNDERSTRUCK
YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO

>>1197285
>>1197489
This.

>>1197491
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rolling_Thunder_(album)

>>1197605
Huh, didn't know that. Thank you for linking the info for me!

>>1197664
It's not a bad album, I like it at least.

>>1197285
Riders Of the Storm

(I'm gonna leave the vote open because I want to move on with story)

You look to see Winds Of Change diligently blasting away at the layer of ceramic covering it's Master. The woman peels herself off the wall and dusts herself off. "You got really lucky there, Jordan." says the woman as she opens a window-shopping bear in mind your on the 4th floor of the hospital- and swings a leg over the ledge, preparing to jump- presumably using her Stand to get down safely.

>Who are you?
,>I have so many questions
>Write in

>You can still vote to name Even Flow's static attack.

>>1197915
>Who are you?

>>1197915
>>Who are you?

>>1197922
>>1197929
I'm the cook

>>1197915
>Who are you?

>>1197922
>>1197929

"Who are you?" You ask. The woman gives you a glance. "Adeline Bugatti." she answers. She pulls something out of her pocket and tosses it to you and you catch it. "If you want to know more, go there." she says. You look down to see what she gave you and see that it's.a business card from an advertising agency called 'Java Pie' (a name that reeks of start-up doomed to fail). "How is this gonna answers my-"

You stop midsentence to realize she left through the window while you were looking at the business card.

(I'm gonna cut it here tonight because I'm literally nodding off while I type this so good night)

>>1198043
Thank you for running.

>>1198043

Cya next time.

>>1197915
MGMT - electric feel

You're sent home after some tests. You don't know why, but nobody seems to talk about or even remember the doctor that Daimler shot in the head with his Stand. You crash on the couch for the night and when you wake up, you get a quick breakfast and head down to Java Pie.

The office is located in one of those multi-business offices on a city block corner- the kind that leases out space to other businesses. Java Pie seems to be on the top floor. You enter the building and hit the button for the top floor. As you do, you feel like there's a presence in the elevator with you.

You turn around to see a Stand made entirely of neon-pink rubber cords, wrapped up around each other to approximate a human figure.

It opens it mouth wider than any person ever could. "INVITATION. ONLY." it says in a horrifically scratchy and inhuman voice.

>Attack it,
>Show it the business card Adeline gave you
>Write in

>>1199050
>>Show it the business card Adeline gave you

>>1199050
>Show it the business card Adeline gave you

>>1199050
>Show it the business card Adeline gave you

>>1199061
>>1199065

You quickly flash the business card that Adeline gave you, not wanting to do another Stand fight in such an enclosed space. The Stand leans forward and you swear it squinted over non-existent eyes. It nods slowly and hits the button for the top floor. It then sinks into the floor, and it's like it was never their as the elevator goes up to the top floor.

When the elevator opens up, you find yourself in a very modern-looking office- everything's crisp and white and all the furniture is made of soft curves and plexiglass.You see a short-haired brunette woman sitting at the reception desk. She looks up from a firearms magazine to give you a friendly smile.

"Welcome to Java Pie! How can I help you today?"

>"Adeline sent me here."
>"The hell was that pink thing?"
>"Who are you?"
>Write in

>>1199073
>"Who are you?"
>"Adeline sent me here."

>>1199073
>>"Adeline sent me here."

>>1199073
>"Adeline sent me here."

>>1199084
>>1199096
>>1199102

"Adeline sent me here." you say, still holding the business card. The receptionist takes a look at the card in your hand and nods knowingly. "Alright, you'll want to see Director Maserati, her office is at the end of the hallway."

You walk past the receptionist and towards the office indicated. After knocking on the door, a woman in her late 60s with short, age-greyed hair pulled back in a severe bun. She's wearing a mauve trenchcoat, a long black skirt, and high heels. The woman regards you with a very impassive look, and waves you in. Adeline is already sitting down in the office. You take a seat and Maserati sits down behind her desk, giving you the mother of all poker faces.

"I heard you have some questions regarding what happened yesterday," she says curtly. "What do you need help understanding?"

>"Who are you guys?"
>"Why do I have a Stand?"
>"What happened on the subway?"
>Write in

>>1199130
> Write in: Why did someone try to kill you/me yesterday

>>1199130
>"Who are you guys?"

>>1199130
This >>1199139

>>1194593
So i'm guessing this is the point where we chose our stand, right?
If that's true, what were the options we didn't take?

>>1199130
>"Who are you guys?"
>"Why do I have a Stand?"
>"What happened on the subway?"
>"What the hell was that pink thing?"
We have a lot of questions

>>1199160
I'll bet that option 2 would asphyxiate instead of dehydrate, if you ask me.

>>1199160
Yup. If you'd pick 'Shit, I can't breathe.', you would've gotten Winds Of Change. If you picked 'please don't let me die like this', you would've gotten a multi-form Stand called Don't Fear The Reaper, which may show up later in the quest.

>>1199153
>>1199139

"Why did someone try to kill me yesterday?" you ask.

"You were targeted because you had survived exposure to a synthetic virus called 'Ruby Tuesday'," explains Maserati. "It doesn't last long in the human body, but it kills fast. But individuals who survive exposure- such as you- develop a Stand."

"But why'd I get exposed in the first place?" Adeline frowns and looks down at her hands. "...that's my fault." she says. "Doctor Sollers was defecting from the group making Ruby Tuesday and tried to get a sample of its aerosol form to us so we could develop a cure for it. It was meant to be a biological weapon, but it got out of hand. I was supposed to be on the subway to take the sample from him, but Daimler prevented me from getting on the train before an enemy agent got to him first. He must've opened the canister as a last resort. But the group he was working for didn't want any trace of their activities left- that's why they blew up the train and sent Daimler to kill you."

>"What are you guys? As far as I know, ad agencies don't deal with bioweapons or assassins."
>"Who makes Ruby Tuesday?"
>"Enemy agent?"
>Write in

>>1199183
>"Enemy agent?"

>>1199183
>>"What are you guys? As far as I know, ad agencies don't deal with bioweapons or assassins."

>>1199183
>"What are you guys? As far as I know, ad agencies don't deal with bioweapons or assassins."
Calling it now, they're the Speedwagon Foundation stand-in.

>>1199183
>>"What are you guys? As far as I know, ad agencies don't deal with bioweapons or assassins."

>>1199183
>our stand could have been called Don't Fear The Reaper
>instead its Even Flow
>Even fucking Flow
so what would have Reapers powers have been?

>>1199246
>Implying Even Flow doesn't sound cool as well
Besides, that would make a great villain stand.

>>1199246
Ribbons. I'll see myself out for now.

>>1199192
>>1199219
>>1199226

"What are you guys?" you ask. "As far as I know, ad agencies don't deal with bioweapons or assassins."

Maserati nods. "Indeed. 'Java Pie' is merely a front for our organization. We are a spy agency called 'Village Green'. Our mission is to deal with dangerous Stand users around the world, and to ensure that no one Stand user ever gets too much power. We were founded shortly after the death of President Funny Valentine. As it turns out, Valentine was using the Steel Ball Run to find parts of an ancient Corpse that bestows Stand power to those who merge with them. We exist to make sure people like Valentine can't come to power again."

"By...killing them?" you ask.

"Usually." Maserati says curtly. You feel a chill run up your spine. This woman is pure, dangerous professionalism.

"So why did you bring me here?" you ask. "You could've easily leave me in the cold."

Maserati pulls open a drawer and pulls out a cigar, lighting it and taking a long puff. "It's quite simple, Mr. Jonway. We want you to join Village Green as an agent. From what Bugatti told me, you possess a formidable Stand that could prove valuable to our operations."

"What happens if I say no?" you ask. Maserati blows out a ring of smoke. "One of our agents can rewrite your memory. You'll walk out of here with no knowledge of Village Green or what happened in the subway. For all you will know, you've had your Stand since childhood."

>"Travel to exotic places, meet interest peoples, and kill them? Sounds better than looking for retail jobs. When do I start?"
>"I'm sorry, but I'm not the kind of guy who does wetwork. Just wipe my memory."
>Write in.

>>1199256
I was originally gonna call it 'High And Dry' but felt it sounded too similar to Soft & Wet.

>>1199273
>>"Travel to exotic places, meet interest peoples, and kill them? Sounds better than looking for retail jobs. When do I start?"

>>1199273
>"Travel to exotic places, meet interest peoples, and kill them? Sounds better than looking for retail jobs. When do I start?"

>>1199273
>"I'm sorry, but I'm not the kind of guy who does wetwork. Just wipe my memory."

>>1199273
>Write in.
>Do you have anything that doesn't involve direct field work right away? R&D, intel, something like that? I think I'd like to dip my toe rather than jumping in and killing people

>>1199273
>Write in
>"How do I know you're not the bad guys here?"

>>1199293
Switching to this.>>1199294

>>1199294
I'm backing this as well.

>>1199298
switching to this

>>1199294
>>1199299
>>1199301

"Do you have anything that doesn't involve direct field work right away? R&D, intel, something like that? I think I'd like to dip my toe rather than jumping in and killing people."

"Yes and no." says Maserati. "While we will have you doing recon and investigation work, you will also have to do wetwork. However, you'll be accompanied by fellow agents for those missions until you're ready to do fieldwork solo."

>"Travel to exotic places, meet interest peoples, and kill them? Sounds better than looking for retail jobs. When do I start?"
>"I'm sorry, but I'm not the kind of guy who does wetwork. Just wipe my memory."
>Write in.

>>1199320
>Write in.
>"So uh, does this job come with any benefits?"

>>1199320
>"I'll accept then..."

>>1199320
Combo this >>1199326
with >>1199324
>"I'll accept then..."
>"So uh, does this job come with any benefits?"

>>1199327
I'm backing this Anon.

>>1199320
>"Travel to exotic places, meet interest peoples, and kill them? Sounds better than looking for retail jobs. When do I start?"

>>1199327
this

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>>1199327
>>1199326
>>1199324

"So, does this job come with any benefits?" you ask.

"A pay grade comparable to a CIA agent's, health insurance plus a dental plan, access to a safe house, and access to Village Green's facilities- which include an exercise gym, a firing range, and other such amenities."

"Well, then I accept." you say. For a moment, you swear you see the faintest glimpse of a grin on Maserati's face.

"Welcome to Village Green, Agent Jonway."

She shakes your hand (and for an older woman, she has an incredibly strong grip) and Adeline leads you around the office to introduce you to the other members of Village Green.

First is the R&D department. In a very small, cramped lab filled with machines and computers of all sorts, you meet two lanky, identical looking men with dark blue hair streaked with green highlights. They both wear thick glasses and white lab coats over suspendered slacks and black dress shirts.

"Jordan, these are Aston and Martin Draper, our R&D techs. Aston specializes in biochemistry, and Martin is develops our electronics and weaponry."

"Weaponry? I thought we'd just be using our Stands." you ask.

"It's always useful to have at least one gun on hand." says Martin, his voice coming with a heavy British accent.

"Or truth serum." adds Aston, his voice similarly thick and British. "Makes interrogations much easier."

"Yes, when they're not foaming at the mouth with a seizure." Martin remarks dryly. Aston gives Martin a dirty look. "Look, that was just a test batch! I'm telling you, once I can get the kinks worked out, my serum will make pentothal totally obsolete!"

"Keep telling yourself that, mate." chuckles Martin.

>"So what kind of biochemicals do you make, Aston? Ones that don't have 'kinks', I mean."
>"So what kind of weapons do you make, Martin?"
>Write in
>Captcha image is a sign reading 'CIUDAD DE DIOS'
>MFW

>>1199408
>"So what kind of biochemicals do you make, Aston? Ones that don't have 'kinks', I mean."

>>1199408
>>"So what kind of weapons do you make, Martin?"

>>1199408
>>Captcha image is a sign reading 'CIUDAD DE DIOS'
>INB4 [The World over Heaven]

>>1199408
>Write in
>"Does everyone who work here have a Stand?"

>>1199408
>>"So what kind of weapons do you make, Martin?"

>>1199408
>"So what kind of weapons do you make, Martin?"
>"I'm familiar with 9mm and .22 - .45 caliber, but anything past that is out of my experience."

>>1199408
>>"So what kind of weapons do you make, Martin?"
As an American we probably have at least a passing interest in weaponry, and some exp with guns, right?

>>1199474
>>1199419
>>1199456

"So what kind of weapons do you make, Martin?" you ask.

"Oh, typical stuff." says Martin, hitting a switch on the wall, causing a panel to slide back to reveal various pistols and semiautomatics. "I also make explosives and more stealth-oriented weapons like knives, nightsticks, garottes, and other such implements."

"Wait, why do you need to make that? Can't you buy those weapons?" you ask.

Martin grins. "It tends to draw attention to get all these weapons. But I have my Stand, THE PRODIGY, to help me get around buy this stuff. Basically, I can make anything I want as long as I have a blueprint and the raw materials necessary to make it."

"Meanwhile, my Stand, WEIRD SCIENCE, lets me alter chemicals on a molecular level. I can turn table salt into raw sodium and chloride easily." says Aston.

>"Does everyone here have a Stand?"
>"Are you the only guys in R&D?"
>Write in

(I'm gonna be out for a while, dunno when I'll be back. Probably some time tonight.)

>>1199555
>"Does everyone here have a Stand?"

>>1199555
>>"Does everyone here have a Stand?"

>>1199555
>"Does everyone here have a Stand?"
>Write in
"For the record, my Stand 「EVEN FLOW」 can dehydrate things. I'm mentioning that because I feel like it could be of use to you two here and there."

>>1199555
>>"Does everyone here have a Stand?"
>>Write in
>"For the record, my Stand 「EVEN FLOW」 can dehydrate things. I'm mentioning that because I feel like it could be of use to you two here and there."
Perfectly dry environments are difficult to come by.

>>1199555
These >>1199563
>>1199599

>>1199558
>>1199560
>>1199563
>>1199599
>>1199606

"For the record, my Stand 「EVEN FLOW」 can dehydrate things." you say. "I'm mentioning that because I feel like it could be of use to you two here and there."

Martin and Aston look at each other then slowly back to you.

"Oh my God, do you know how bloody hard it is to keep the equipment dry?!" exclaims Martin. "Only one drop of moisture's enough to completely fuck up a circuit board!"

"By the way, does everyone here have a Stand?" you ask.

"Yep. Even the receptionist has one." says Aston. "That pink thing in the elevator? That was her Stand, 「PINK HOUSES」. I forget how it works, but it keeps people from coming up here looking for an actual ad agency and it warns us if someone not cleared to enter is trying to get in, so I'm fine with it being there. It really likes chocolate, by the way."

"...I'll keep that in mind." you say. Holy crap, even the receptionist had a Stand.

There was a knock at the door, and a muscular man with crew-cut black hair and a black suit walked in. Everything about the man's appearance was intimidating- like he could break your neck like a toothpick with just one hand. He looks at you and his brow furrows. "Didn't know we had a new guy." says the man, looking to Adeline. "Where did Intel find him? CIA? FBI? NSA?"

"Intel didn't find him, I did." says Adeline. "Jordan, this is Agent Bruce Buick, one of our best field agents. Bruce, this is Jordan Jonway."

Bruce gives Adeline a suspicious look. "Does he have any experience?"

"No, but he managed to take Daimler down on his own. His Stand is one of the most formidable I've seen." says Adeline. Bruce huffs. "A Stand does not make a good agent." he says. He turns to you menacingly and his Stand manifests: a muscular humanoid the color of terracotta with dark green details.It wears a scale-mail tunic made out of what looks like hardened clay. It has multiple brass bangles around its wrists and ankles and dark green rings on each finger. The Stand’s head is green and covered with rows terracotta spikes, making the head look a bit like a cactus.

"Let's just see how good your Stand is, Jonway...I bet you can't even last a minute against my 「AGENT ORANGE」."

>"Uh, is this really the best idea?"
>"I wouldn't do that if I were you...my 「Even Flow」will destroy you."
>"Bring it!" (Bring Even Flow out and attack)
>Write in

>>1199728
>>"I wouldn't do that if I were you...my 「Even Flow」will destroy you."

>>1199728
>I think it'd be rude to mess up Martin and Aston's lab. You wouldn't want someone fighting in your work area, would you? Maybe some other time

>>1199737
>>1199728
+1

>>1199728
>"I wouldn't do that if I were you...my 「Even Flow」will destroy you."

>>1199728
>Write in
>"Please, just call me Jojo."

>>1199728
>"I wouldn't do that if I were you...my 「Even Flow」will destroy you."

>>1199737
This

>>1199735
>>1199769
>>1200019

"I wouldn't do that if I was you." You say. "My Even Flow will destr-"

You're cut off midsentence by Bruce's Stand punching you in the shoulder. Under its fist you feel something in your shoulder change. You look down to see it's been twisted and flattened, a fist shaped indentation is now there.

"An agent doesn't brag when combat starts." Bruce says condescendingly. "Bragging will get you killed."

>"Says the guy who just said I wouldn't last a minute"
>"The fuck did you do to my arm?!"
>Write in

>>1200082
Oops, ninja'd

>>1200085
>"Says the guy who just said I wouldn't last a minute"
Knew bragging would do this.

>>1200085
>>"Says the guy who just said I wouldn't last a minute"

>>1200085
Can we take this shit outside of the lab

>>1200085
This
>>1200121

>>1200098
>>1200101
>>1200121
>>1200169
Need a tiebreaker

>>1200312
Take this shit out of the lab.

>>1200121
>>1200169
>>1200327


"Can we take this out of the lab?" you ask. You try to move your arm but your shoulder's deformation makes it difficult. Bruce gives you a nasty grin. "Sure.*

Agent Orange reaches to the wall and sinks its fist into it, creating a small hole that it tears wider and, grabbing you by the shoulder and throwing you through the hole.

You slam into the hallway floor with a thud.

>Fuck this. Fight back. Dehydrate Bruce.
>Fuck this. Fight back. Punch-rush Agent Orange
>Fuck this. Fight back. Use your static attack.
>Write in

>>1200389
>Fuck this. Fight back. Use your static attack.

>>1200389
>Fuck this. Fight back. Use your static attack.

>>1200389
>Fuck this. Fight back. Use your static attack.
We definitely need distance in this fight

>>1200419
>>1200430

Even Flow materializes in front of you and begins to rapidly punch the air. You can feel the electrical charge building but Bruce has stepped through the hole in the wall and is ready to attack you again.

>Roll 1d100 to get the attack off before Bruce hits you

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>1200479

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Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>1200479
High or low roll.
>>1200489
WHY

>>1200495
High is good
>>1200489
THIS IS GONNA BE FUN

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>1200479

>>1200489
>>1200520
well then

>>1200520
Huh, I was hoping/doubting I would get a 100.

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>>1200520
>>1200533
BLESSED BE.

>>1200489
>>1200520
HOLY SHIT.

>>1200503
You're about to activate the static attack when Agent Orange grabs you and slams you into the wall. Then it stretches parts of the wall out and loops it around your wrist, holding you in place.

Bruce dismisses his Stand and grins. "Congratulations, you've been captured by enemy combatants. You will be tortured until you tell them every thing you know and then you will be killed, your body dumped in some isolated ditch in Ukraine."

Bruce hits you hard in the stomach, causing you to dry heave.

"Bruce, quit using the new agent as a punching bag." says a female voice. "Also, fix his shoulder."

A woman in a pantsuit with white hair and heterochromia with a blue left eye and a brown right eye strolls up to you, giving Bruce a half amused half annoyed look. Bruce's Stand removes your wall-manacles, fixes your shoulder, and begins to repair the hole in the wall.

"Please forgive Bruce. He's a bit aggressive around new people. I'm Leona Ferrari, I'm the head of the Intel division, and , if you hadn't joined Village Green, I would have been the person who would have wiped your memory!" She laughs a little as if it was a joke.

>"How would you have done that?"
>""Please don't laugh after saying stuff like that, it's creepy..."
>"Can you erase that fight from my memory? That was pretty humiliating."
>Write in

>>1200621
>"How would you have done that?"

>>1200520
Fuck. Ninja'dd in the worst way.

>>1200628
But it was the third roll...

>>1200621
>>"Can you erase that fight from my memory? That was pretty humiliating."

>>1200633
I was getting impatient and jumped the gun. That won't be happening again.

>>1200633
>>1200638
Yeah, either roll for the third yourself or call when you are going to write, it prevents the quest -goers from getting pissed off about rolls being ignored.

>>1200621
>>"Can you erase that fight from my memory? That was pretty humiliating."

>>1200621
>"How would you have done that?"

>>1200621
>"Please don't laugh after saying stuff like that, it's creepy..."
Messing with people's mind's is pretty malevolent, m8.

>>1200626
>>1200915

>>1200821
>>1200635

Need a tiebreaker

>>1200621
>"How would you have done that?"

>>1200626
>>1200915
>>1201332

Writing.

"How would you do that?" you ask. Leona smiles. "Let me show you." she says. "Follow me to the Intel room."

The Intel room is just what you expect- a bunch of people in business casual staring intently at computer monitors. Except in one corner, there's a chair that looks like the kind that patients sit in at the dentist. "Have a seat, I'm gonna show you what my Stand does." says Leona. Despite a little voice in your head screaming that this is a terrible idea, you oblige. Leona moves a rolling desk up to the chair with a laptop on it. She then pulls a strange device out: an orange-sized orb with a flattened bottom, covered in a red-and-blue houndstooth pattern. Coming from the ball at two different sides are a pair of USB cables. On the top of the ball is are two triangular buttons, one pointing towards one of the cables, with and the other pointing at the opposite cable.

"This is my Stand, 「SECOND HAND NEWS」. It lets me digitize people's memories, and then manipulate them."

"That thing's your Stand? Doesn't look like one." you say.

"Stands come in all shapes and sizes." Leona says with the voice of a teacher hay to answer a student's question. "Now, like I said before, I can delete memories, butvI can copy them to a hard drive edit them, or even upload memories to your brain. Which is really handy if your going to a mission in a foreign country and don't have time to learn the language. Plus, most people can have three of Second Hand News' 'memory modules' installed at once, though it's dangerous to install more than one a day. Is there anything you'd like to learn?"

>Teach me a language. (Specify what language you want)
>Teach me martial arts (Specify which martial art you want)
>Teach me how to use a gun (Specify what type of gun you want)
>No thanks, I'm good.
><Write in

(Going to bed. Good night!)

>>1201489
>Teach me a language. (Russian/Mandarin Chinese)
What is the year? If this is the Cold War Era, Russian. If it is more Modern Day, Mandarin.

>>1201489
>Teach me a language. (Spanish)
A lot of speakers in wet areas.
Thank you for running.

>>1201489
>No thanks, I'm good

>>1201512
The year is 2009, so I'll put you down for Mandarin

>>1201513
I'll switch to Mandarin.

>>1201489
>Teach me a language. (Specify what language you want)
Weeb.

Okay quick question.
What's the sound or stand makes? Ora? Muda? Popopopopo? Some other thing?

>>1201604
GUA!GUA!GUA! and so on.

>>1201489
>Teach me a language. (Specify what language you want)
Latin. With Latin as a base we can learn all languages that sprung up from it far easier on our own. Meaning it would be easier to learn French, German, etc.

>>1201694
Not really. All of the Romance languages are still too different from Mother Latin. Easier yes but not easy. This will give us the complete understanding of a language in an instant. Also,
>German
What? It's still more Germanic than English.

>>1201489

This is Jojo, so I assume we'll be getting fights soon. Better be ready and all that.

We should probably learn some kind of defence other than our Stand, just in case we can't use it for some reason.

I mean we did got our butt kicked pretty easily. I mean, if we can't defeat their Stand, we could defeat their User.

A firearm or some kind of martial art would probably help. Maybe later down in the line we can learn something else, like languages.

>Teach me how to use a gun
>Handgun


Small enough to carry around and easy to hide.

>>1201512
>>1201530
"Teach me Mandarin Chinese."

"Alright, just sit tight." says Leona, putting some Velcro restraints on your wrists. "Safety precautions," she explained.


Leona pulled up something on the laptop, then plugged one of Second Hand News' cables into the USB port. She walked up to you and suddenly you feel something shift in your forehead. You slip one of your hands out of the restraints and feel your forehead to feel a USB port has been made in your forehead.

"Gah, what the fuck?!" you exclaim. Leona redoes the restraints. "Don't worry, that'll go away after the download is done." She says before plugging the second cable into your forehead. Your entire body goes stiff as a board as your brain is awash of memories- memories of day to day life in China, the language, the grammar, the ettiquete.

"How you feeling?" Leona asks when the memory deluge ends.

"狗屎,我的头疼..." you mutter, rubbing your forehead.

(I'm gonna call this a wrap for part 1 of JoJo's Bizarre Quest, aka ZA WARUDO Is Not Enough. Dunno when I'll run again but could someone archive it?)