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With that being said we're off to the races.

Riding through out the camp you search for Azamet Gerej but to no avail. While swinging your sword at tartars left and right, you manage to score around ten kills before you hear one of your men call out to you.

"COMMANDER CZESLAW!"

Guiding your horse, you reach the scared pole to see how the battle fairs.

"How goes the battle."

"Good sir however we've seen to run into a big problem."

You raise an eyebrow.

"I-I know this sounds strange however there seems to be a particular tartar who possesses a un seeable ghost! It's slaughtering our men down there!"

Oh no... You knew something the likes of this was bound to happen one way or another. The frightened pole gives you directions to where this tartar in particular is and you ride off. A quick minute run, you can clearly see where a giant crowd gathers to see the tartar fighting off twenty of your men at the same time... And winning. Whistling, you call your men fighting the tartar off in order to see him for yourself. With a normal build and height, he wears standard ottoman tartar uniform with a black fez with what looks like an eagle on it. He shouts.

"WHO DARES CHALLANGE THE MIGHTY HUSNU KADARI!"

You ask.

"Czeslaw Borkowsk, leader of one the battalion assaulting your camp."

He smiles.

"Then that makes my mission easier! For I will not have to search this dreaded camp for you head. For I shall end you right here and now with [Enter the Sandman]!"

Something tells you that he's not going down quietly. What do?

>Fuck it, [Steel Rain] him and end this early.
>Rush him
>Other (Write in)

>>1793971
>Fuck it, [Steel Rain] him and end this early.

>>1794006
Roll my dude

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>1794041
Good to have you back Des

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>1794041

Welcome back French

>>1794047
Not bad my boy. Writing

>>1794074
Forget this, time to end this as early as possible. [Iron Maiden] manifests right at your side and ready's his cannon to fire off another round. The poor tartar did not expect for you to possess a stand and is caught off guard by the massive danger he's now in. Without leaving your horse, [Iron Maiden] fires off a cannon ball right into the gut of the ottoman which sends him flying into a near by tent, causing it to collapse on top of him. You hear him scream as pain envelops him in as the cannon ball now rests on his chest, pinning him to the ground. It looks like he tries to manifest his stand but to no avail as all it does is just flicker in and out of reality. He shouts.

"Is that all you got pole!"

>Not by a long shot.
>Question him about the whereabouts of Azamet Gerej
>Continue your assault
>Other (Write in)

>>1794116
>>Question him about the whereabouts of Azamet Gerej
The only thing better than the dead kebab is the almost dying kebab that tells you where are the other kebabs

>>1794116

>Question him about the whereabouts of Azamet Gerej

TALK YOU SON OF A GOATBITCH

>>1794116
>>>Question him about the whereabouts of Azamet Gerej

>>1794135
>>1794147
>>1794159
roll my guys

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>1794213

WITNESS ME

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>1794213

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>1794213

>>1794222
>>1794230
>>1794259
MEDIOCRE

>>1794259
So close... Writing

>>1794116
"No however if you reveal the whereabouts of crimean kahn's son is I won't have my men gut you on sight."

He sits in silence as he weigh's in his options for what seems like five minutes. You swear to god if he is doing what you think he's doing. Before you can ask he laughs.

"Nice try pole! But he's long gone and I just stalled for time for his escape!"

You shout to your soldiers/

"Zastrzel go!"

Eleven soldiers armed with muskets quickly run over to the now injured ottoman and drag him out into the middle of the camp sight. Once placed against a wall they walk fourteen feet away from him, aim and fired. The shots ring through out the camp as you say as calm as a lake.

"Anyone else, would like to stall for time."

Every tartar remain's silent, either for their loyalty or their fear has gotten the better of them, never the less you give another order to your second in command.

"Round up ever last of these tartar's and execute them!"

He salutes you.

"Yes sir."

He whistles to round up your men to proceed with the plan. However, as you look towards them, you see a dust cloud in the distance.

>Tell your second in command to proceed without you and chase the cloud.
>Forget it, you have more important matters to attend to.
>Other (Write in)

>>1794357
>>Tell your second in command to proceed without you and chase the cloud.

>>1794357

>Tell your second in command to proceed without you and chase the cloud.

HUNT KEBAB, REMOVE KEBAB

>>1794357
>>Tell your second in command to proceed without you and chase the cloud.

>>1794382
>>1794392
>>1794401
Writing

>>1794357
"Proceed without me... I found our target."

You snap your horses reign's to get him to speed across the camp to hunt down the rest of the ottoman's. Out of all the men you fought over the years in the name of the commonwealth, tartar's were by far the most disgusting. Raiding and burning villages all through out eastern europa without mercy or remorse as they plundered in the name of their empire. But enough rambling, you feel the wind in your face as your horse speeds in order to gain on the dust storm while shouting.

"Stop in the name of the king."

One of the ottoman's looks at you and proceeds to warn the others of your oncoming approach but it's to late. [Iron Maiden] manifests right in front of you and open's his mouth to reveal his artillery piece. Handing him gun powder, he rapidly consumes it and, with a thunderous boom, fires of a round shot of explosives. It hits dead center of the five retreating tartar's and sends them, body parts and organs flying as a result. Stopping your horse, you scan the area, now blown to pieces in an attempt to look for survivors. Just one. In royal crimean clothing...

>"Next time when a soldier shouts stop, you stop."
>Kill him now, no more bullshit.
>Other (Write in)

>>1794496
>>"Next time when a soldier shouts stop, you stop."

>>1794496
>>"Next time when a soldier shouts stop, you stop."

>>1794496

>"Next time when a soldier shouts stop, you stop."

>>1794496
>>Kill him now, no more bullshit.
Inspect before we kill though. It could be something like Notorious B.I.G.

>>1794506
>>1794517
>>1794532
Writing

>>1794496
"Next time when a soldier shouts stop, you stop."

He snarl's.

"YOU ARE NO SOLDIER! YOU ARE A POLISH DOG WHO DESERVES TO BE PUT DOWN TO SOOTH ALLAH'S WRATH!"

Yep, that's the son of the kahn, only this amount toxin can come from such a pathetic man. Dropping off your horse, you carefully walk over to the now burned, bruised and shrapnel filled Azamet Gerej as he continues to "mock" you.

"HOW DARE YOU ATTACK THE SON OF THE CRIMEAN KAHN! I WILL HANG YOU FOR THIS!"

Standing atop him now, you inspect him. Extremely young, no older than nineteen at the very most with his arm blown off him and... A leather bag... You ask calmly.

"What's with the bag?"

He looks down and his eye's suddenly go from anger to a silent fear as he carefully grabs the bag and say's.

"Just money to pay the tartars for the war."

>Then I guess I will be taking it, spoils of war."
>Hand it over and maybe, you might get a semi fair trial.
>Other (Write in)

>>1794658
>>Other (Write in)
I don't believe you.

>>1794658

>Other (Write in)
"You're either very brave or stupid to lie to my face like this. Give me the bag."

>>1794669
>>1794674
Roll

>>1794698
I'll cede to Chaos on this.

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>1794698

WITNESS ME!

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>1794698

>>1794708
Noice, writing

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>1794746
Hold it

>>1794658
With confusion in his voice, he ask's.

"Wait what.

"I don't believe you, and either very brave or stupid to lie to my face like this. Give me the bag."

His eye's widen with fear he realizes the sheer amount of trouble he is in and quickly reaches for his saber to fight you off. If only he was quicker. Drawing out your flintlock pistol, you shoot him point blank in the chest, killing him almost instantly. He died as he lived, a coward of a failing and disgusting empire who's reach is far weaker than their bluffs. Picking up the bag, you see the details that have been painted in it. Or lack of as it seems to be just a blank purple fabric with red velvet on the inside. Besides the red velvet, you feel to see what else is in the bag and you feel something... Stone? As your hand pulls out whatever is in it when suddenly you are interrupted.

"Josh what are you doing when training began an hour ago..."

You snap back into reality and you see Logan standing behind you and Rebecca. What say.

>"Nothing" put away the book
>Just looking at my family history...
>Other (Write in)

>>1794801
*loggins

Sorry,

>>1794801
>>Just looking at my family history...

>>1794801
>>Just looking at my family history..

>>1794801
Damn,for how long we've been reading?

>>1794859
About a few hours... Grandpa was a bit write happy...

>>1794833
>>1794851
writing

>>1794801
"Just looking at my family history..."

Loggin's raises an eyebrow.

"Come again?"

"Well it looks like my great grandpa wrote his own book... And for some reason was alive during the sixteen-hundreds..."

Handing the story you were reading to loggin's, he takes a look at it for himself. After reading it, he puts it back on the table with confusion on his face.

"But how did he live so long ago yet he's still your great grand father..."

"And you think I know how either?"

"Sarcasm isn't solving the mystery... But enough of that, you need to get to training now. I will have teccahis put in your room for you to continue to study."

You are whisked away by loggin's with Rebecca right behind him.

Roll to see how training goes for the first week.

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>1794942

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>1794942

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>1794942

Let's see if my rolls are still good

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>1794942

>>1794959
Above average, good, writing.

>>1794960
Sadly I think your luck is starting to wear a little thin

>>1794942
This week's training was absolutely brutal. Breathing exercises were non stop with learning how to hold your breath for ten minutes or breathing in ten times in a single second, at least nobody can say you have liver lungs. That's not even bringing in the physical exercises, with learning how to swim around the island and standing atop a needle point while keeping your balance. Somehow you managed to keep up with the training and even going slightly beyond what your trainers expected. But that didn't make the training any easier, it just made it harder as you now are learning how to swim around the island with weights attached. Breathing exercises went from ten to fifteen minutes of holding it and breathing in twenty breaths within a second.

Within the weeks end, you, Duca, Claw, Cesar and Joseph have been ran ragged and been to hell and back from your looks alone. Joseph continues to stay in your room to make sure you sleep without death constantly knocking at your door from [Sweet Dreams]. A few close shaves here and there but nothing on par with being gutted like a fish a week ago. But time keeps marching so you decided to...

>Work on your Hamon training even further
>Work on your stand and actually take the time to learn about it.
>Study grandpa's "adventures"
>Other (Write in)

>>1795115
>>Work on your stand and actually take the time to learn about it.
It is our greatest strength and advantage.

>>1795115

>Work on your stand and actually take the time to learn about it.

The more we can do with [Ride The Lightning] the better. For breaks and before heading to bed, we read about great grandpappy's adventures

>>1795115
>>Study grandpa's "adventures"
Is not wasting time if we enjoy wasting it!

Also French, me and Toruc made a guess for what [Ride The Lightning Requiem] is able to do. Could be evolving from control over electricity to control over energy?

>>1795141
It includes a stand name change

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1795126
>>1795130
Roll my guys and rolling for a special guest

>>1795141
Now if I kept giving you crumbs every session, you'd be able to form the whole cookie and it wouldn't nearly be as satisfying when finally getting the whole thing... But I will give you something else instead, depending on how you roll it will unlock a very important fact about your stand...

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>1795177

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>1795177

It's just a guess, it's fun to theorize about meme arrow hit Stands. Also, TZEENTCH AND DICE GODS GIVE ME GOOD ROLLS

>>1795188
>>1795192
I will give 10 more minutes for another anon to roll, after that I am counting the largest roll

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>1795204

You wouldn't mind if I get the bad rolls out of my system right? If I end up critting you can have it

>>1795211
It won't count for the original roll but of course you can

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>1795204
>>1795215

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>1795215

FRENCH WAIT! If I make you some Stands can we please crit on this?

>>1795233
Sorry my dude but I am afraid the >>1795188 is your highest number but something at least was gained...

Writing

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>1795249

Can we still get something if I make Stands for you? Because I've got some fine ideas for Stands mang, TRUST ME ON THIS

>>1795233
>>1795255
16 twice with dubs...
what is the meaning of this?

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>1795249
Here is another roll

>>1795115
After deciding to tell Loggin's and Messina that you will be taking a break to focus on your stand for a week and then return to training. Rebecca approaches you and asks.

"Josh, I was wondering if you could teach me about.."

You raise an eyebrow.

"About?"

"How to control my stand. Ever since you walked in on me trying to survive it I became paranoid about it. I don't care if it won't be able to use it in a fight, I just want it to be able to control it enough so that it doesn't kill me."

"Of course Rebecca."

She smiles and hugs you, thanking you for helping her with her stand. Sometimes you can't help but notice how soft she was... Shit, you're getting off track, you and Rebecca need to start training. During the week you got... Almost absolutely nowhere, nothing increased and the only thing you were able to improve upon was your techniques. Making them slightly more refined and more easily able to be put to use. Though your progress might be going at a snail's pace, Rebecca is having loads more luck with your help.

Telling her that a stand is not only a manifestation of one's fighting spirit, but one's mental strength as you worked with her on controlling it just barely enough to stop draining her. Hours at a time was just to work on her mental strength, teaching her about enforcing her will unto her stand and not the other way around. The rest of the time was focused on simply learning about it. In the rare instances it talked, it gave advice to Rebecca about how it functioned. However, it never manifests upon Rebecca's will but it stopped draining her life so that's a win in your book... Another week has past, so you decide to work on...

>Your stand again. If at first you don't succeed...
>Your Hamon.
>Study grandpa's book
>Other (Write in)

>>1795319
>>Your stand again. If at first you don't succeed...

>>1795319
>>Study grandpa's book

>>1795319
>>Your Hamon.

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>1795319

Well I'll roll for it

>>1795354

The Dice Gods guide me to say: "Work on your punchghost more."

>>1795327
>>1795364
Roll again my duders

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>1795375

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>1795375

Dice Gods give me good rolls

>>1795382

YEAAAAAAAAAAH BOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIII

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>1795375

>>1795382
Well color my pants the german flag and replace my wine bottle with a beer stein. Writing

you will get your special treat after the session

>>1795319
You decide to dedicate another week of improving and training with your stand. This time to massive improvements and a better understanding of it. Techniques got even more slick as your stand familiarizes with them, easily preforming advanced punches, but also martial art's like kicks, grabs and holds. It even has a personality of its own, though it doesn't talk it's expressing itself a lot more with smiles, frowns and even picking up a few quirks. Even cracking off its own joke as when you tried to explain a complicated move, it grabbed a pen and paper, then put on glasses and wrote down everything it heard.

Electricity was also improved, as draining and manipulating it now becomes easier, with you even able to do it on a small scale without thinking about it. Like lighting up a room when observing something on the wall when you thought the lights in it were to dull. Once the week has past again, you now feel like you have a much better understanding of your stand. As you eat breakfast with claw and Duca, you hear Lisa Lisa call out.

"I will be taking a stroll in San Marco, anyone want to join me?"

>Sure (relationship development with Lisa Lisa.)
>No thank you.
>Other (Write in)

>>1795441
>>Sure (relationship development with Lisa Lisa.)

>>1795441
Are we talking waifus here? Because if so, then no.

>>1795448
General character development, if you wanna make it waifuish, you can and I won't stop you however that is what I am trying to aim for

>>1795448
Lisa Lisa is a bit lot out of our league

>>1795457
Okay, I just don't want to waifu Lisa Lisa

>>1795444
check'd
>>1795467
Writing (Last post of the session

>>1795441

>Sure (relationship development with Lisa Lisa.)

Time to hang out with the youngest looking 50 year old

>>1795469
>Sure (relationship development with Lisa Lisa.)

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>>1795441
"I will."

After finishing your bowl of cereal, you tell Duca and Claw you will see them later. Provoking a small but kind of funny comment from Claw.

"Remember Josh she's fifty years old!"

Duca begins to laugh so hard that milk shoots from his nose and onto the table. You chuckle from Claw's remark and quickly head to your room to get dressed in better clothing. Putting on your olden orange commissar hat marked by two lightning bolts, a fleece long coat hung over a sky blue silk suit with a string bolo tie, black leather loafers with spurs, and a pair of white gloves. You meet Lisa Lisa at the entrance to the Island with her admiring your outfit... Sort of.

"Josh I like how exotic it looks however... Its italy and a fleece coat like that might be a bit hot."

"You don't get to talk ms "I wear robes almost everywhere and employ trainers with traffic cones for hats." Lisa Lisa."

"I never said I wasn't any better."

Both of you laugh and quickly walk aboard the ship to head towards San Marco.

>Stand user [Josh Borkowsk]

>Stand name [Ride the Lightning] act 1

That is all for this session, posting character relationship statuses and I will see you all tomorrow at 7:00pm as usual.

Rebecca: Highly friendly/Highly Grateful

"Finally, I have a small amount of control of this thing! I wonder what I will name it..."

Dr claw: Best friend/Smug

"This joke is going in the record books"

Duca D'aosta: Neutral/hysterical

*Milk splashing noises*

Cesar: Friend/Excited

"Look at the improvements I am finally making with my Hamon!"

Lisa: Friend/Calm

"It would be nice to tour San Marco with company..."

Robert E. O. Speedwagon: Friend.

"I wonder what's mark up to..."

Joseph Joestar: Excited/Happy

"We will be able to take on the Pillar men in no time!"

Suzi Q: Happy.

"Wonder what Lisa Lisa's heading down to San Marco for."

Whamu: Anger

"That explain's a lot actually."

Kars: Interested.

"More than enough."

Esidisi: Nervous

"But how on earth do we sever the connection"

Mark: Nervous.

"Wait what do you mean there was a nazi spy on the Island!"

Once again thank you for tuning in and I will see you tomorrow, hosting a Q&A after this post

>>1795505

>Act 1

SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITI YEAH, WELCOME BACK FRENCH MY BOY

>>1795518

Question Frenchie my boy, did you plan that from the start or did you decided fuck it and threw it in? And will shit go like Echoes?

>>1795532
It was planned from the whole start, I already have a rough draft for almost the whole quest and how it might progress, I just need to fill out its details and I am already a third of the way through. Also it won't go like echo's or even tusk for that matter.

>>1795541

>it won't go like echo's or even tusk for that matter.

Guess that's something for figuring out soon. So how badly will Oswald shit himself should we get to and pull out [Ride The Lightning] Act 3? Or Act 4? Is Act 5 possible?

>>1795547
You already answered your own question. "Guess that's something for figuring out."

>>1795558

Cheeky cheeseeater, on the topic of Stands.

How many did you make for this quest? Anyone of those a personal favorite? Were the Stands you listed that [Ride The Lighting] can be apply to Act 1 for the time being?

>>1795575

>can be apply
>just be applied

Guess that's the sign I need to sleep soon

>>1795575
>How many did you make for this quest?

A lot, like at least in the hundreds for random stand battles, stands for other characters if they get meme arrow'd and more.

>Anyone of those a personal favorite?

Yes... Kind of... Its a three way tie in the hungary arc I have planned and I am extremely excited for them.

> Were the Stands you listed that [Ride The Lighting] can be apply to Act 1 for the time being?

that's... complicated, like, holy hell you don't know how deep the rabbit hole goes

>>1795596

>A lot, like at least in the hundreds for random stand battles, stands for other characters if they get meme arrow'd and more.

Jesus Christ, you're one dedicated motherfucker aren't you? Speaking of the meme arrow, can we get a look at [Iron Maiden] Requiem? Also what was [Enter the Sandman] gonna do, almost feel ashamed we just one-shotted the Ottoman

>that's... complicated, like, holy hell you don't know how deep the rabbit hole goes

Are we talking about going all Nobilis and controling lightning in the way of from the literal thing to things that come from it and metaphors related to it like inspiration and light?

>>1795611
>can we get a look at [Iron Maiden] Requiem?

sorry my man, no can do

>Also what was [Enter the Sandman] gonna do, almost feel ashamed we just one-shotted the Ottoman

Well, Great grandpa Czeslaw is quite ruthless...

Stand master [Aslan]

Stand name [Enter the Sandman]

>Power D
>speed C
>endurance C
>precision B
>development potential C
>range D

>Ability is to manifest other tartar units with their own bows, swords and knives. It can manifest up to thirty of them at a time and killing them does not does not hurt its user

>>1795626

>sorry my man, no can do

There's a reason for that isn't it? Also, tartar didn't have a bad Stand at all. He was just HORRIBLY mismatched

Seems the start is a bit late

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Session start.

Here is the dice and battle system >>1793960.

With that being said we're off to the races!

"I will."

After finishing your bowl of cereal, you tell Duca and Claw you will see them later. Provoking a small but kind of funny comment from Claw.

"Remember Josh she's fifty years old!"

Duca begins to laugh so hard that milk shoots from his nose and onto the table. You chuckle from Claw's remark and quickly head to your room to get dressed in better clothing. Putting on your olden orange commissar hat marked by two lightning bolts, a fleece long coat hung over a sky blue silk suit with a string bolo tie, black leather loafers with spurs, and a pair of white gloves. You meet Lisa Lisa at the entrance to the Island with her admiring your outfit... Sort of.

"Josh I like how exotic it looks however... Its italy and a fleece coat like that might be a bit hot."

"You don't get to talk ms "I wear robes almost everywhere and employ trainers with traffic cones for hats." Lisa Lisa."

"I never said I wasn't any better."

Both of you laugh and quickly walk aboard the ship to head towards San Marco.

>So what are we doing in San Marco?
>Other (Write in)

>>1796793

>So what are we doing in San Marco?

Evening French

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>>1796782

>>1796799
Writing

>>1796793
>>So what are we doing in San Marco?

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>>1796793
"So what are we doing in San Marco anyway's."

She laugh's.

"Oh what Josh? Can a ripple master not take a stroll in an italian city?"

Usually Lisa Lisa has some reason other than why not but I guess everyone needs a break once in a while. As you board the boat along with Lisa Lisa you smell the salt water air of the sea with an endless blue that stretches out for miles. Once the boat finally gets chugging along, you ask Lisa Lisa.

>So how is Joseph's, Claw's, Duca's and Cesar's Hamon training going?
>Rebecca's past... Please
>So Lisa? What's your backstory?
>Other (Write in)

>>1796847
>>So how is Joseph's, Claw's, Duca's and Cesar's Hamon training going?
>Other? (Write-in)
Sorry about the vomit outside your door.

>>1796851
Writing

>>1796851
This

>>1796851

This here

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>>1796847
"So how is everyone doing in Hamon training."

She smiles.

"Great, we might just stand a chance against the pillar men at the pace we are going. Though they do miss you ever since you started working on your stand with Rebecca..."

[Ride the Lightning], speaks inside your head.

"Well, sacrifices are made all the time... Even if it does alienate friends for a short while but the rewards we are reaping."

His voice added into your mind causes you to jump in surprise. Ever since he started speaking a weak ago you are trying to get use to it. He say's.

"How come you are still startled by my voice..."

You think back to him.

"Because usually in my brain there is only one voice. Mine."

Laughing, [Ride the Lightning] adds some banter into your conversation.

"Oh what? Not use to having a minotaur like figure wit electricity at his fingertips/hooves to possess the ability to talk?"

"Not really..."

Despite the strangeness of the situation with [Ride the Lightning], you say to Lisa Lisa.

"Good... Hopefully we can end them before they complete whatever objective they are trying to accomplish. Also, sorry for the vomit on your door, something... Really disgusting happened that night."

She raises and eyebrow out of confusion.

"And that was..."

>Tell her.
>Its complicated
>Other (Write in)

Giving a heads up, taking a quick break to eat, will be back in half an hour

>>1796922
>>Tell her.
"...and just the thought of it made me retch. Of course, I didn't tell him why. I found a book my great-grandfather wrote right after that actually."

>>1796935
This
Pretty hot ;^)

>>1796935

I'll go for this for the many kekels

Back and writing

>>1796922
You need to tell her, even if its completely and utterly disgusting.

"Well you see. When I almost died from another attempt by [Sweet Dreams] I decided to walk around the island, do a little bit of exploring. Then I saw a weird light coming down the far left hall in the room which houses the hell pillar climb and investigated it. However when I was getting close, Joseph decided to tag along and nearly scared me out of my skin. After that, when i was finally found the room with the light and humming, Joseph peeked into the room... When you were showering...And just the thought of it made me retch. Of course, I didn't tell him why. I found a book my great-grandfather wrote right after that actually."

Lisa's face is in a mixture of concern, comedy and confusion as she open's her mouth to respond.

"Well that explain's the vomit on my door and someone saying something about the "Joe Star secret technique"."

Her comment causes both of you to laugh, her's in comedy and yours in nervousness and genarated fear with a small comment from [Ride the Lightning].

"Why are you laughing... You just admitted to actually spying on her..."

>Shut up I am trying to do my best.
>Because I would like to make an attempt to mask my fear.
>Other (Write in)

>>1797146
>>Because I would like to make an attempt to mask my fear.

>>1797146

>Shut up I am trying to do my best.

>>1797183
>>1797185
Writing

>>1797146
"Shut up I am trying to do my best... Besides I would like to make an attempt to mask my fear."

He scoffs.

"At least do a better job of that..."

You accidentally say out loud.

"Ok you don't get to talk mr "I am a literally car battery ghost cow"!"

Lisa laughs.

"Josh what was that all about."

[Ride the Lightning] adds insult to injury.

"And now she thinks were schizophrenic... Good job."

God damnit.

"I heard that."

God double damnit. After feeling a bump, you snap back into reality and notice that you are now docking in a port. Walking off it with Lisa Lisa beside you, you realize that Lisa Lisa has a weird necklace with a giant red stone in it.

>Ask what's the weird necklace
>don't say anything
>Other (Write in)

>>1797205

>Ask what's the weird necklace

P L O T
L
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>>1797205
>>Ask what's the weird necklace

>>1797209
>>1797233
Writing

>>1797205
"So quick question, what's with the weird necklace?"

Lisa Lisa answer, though vague, still gives you the idea of its importance.

"Its called the red stone of aja. The pillar men want it due to its properties of magnifying power."

"And we aren't destroying it because..."

"Because it would cause more harm than good. I am afraid destroying it is either impossible or simply to dangerous to do so."

"Fair enough."

As you walk with Lisa Lisa throughout Venice, you finally reach San Marco. With building's and Roads as old as Italy itself, you now know why Lisa wanted to take a small stroll through out the area. Its absolutely stunning, so much so you don't even realize a person bumping into Lisa. Luckily though, he apologizes.

"Sorry mam."

...He pick pocketed didn't he. As you realize the necklace Lisa Lisa had on was now gone.

>"Ok asshat, neat trick, now give it back before I rearrange your facial features."
>Pull him aside.
>Other (Write in)

>>1797278

>Pull him aside.
>Other (Write in)

"You might want to give that back you know, not very good to pickpocket y'know."

>>1797278
>>"Ok asshat, neat trick, now give it back before I rearrange your facial features."

>>1797289
>>1797290
Roll

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>1797300
NAT 100

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>1797300

Nat1 here I come

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>1797300

>>1797303
Noice, writing

>>1797278
"Ok asshat, neat trick, now give it back before I rearrange your facial features."

As soon as he realized he was caught, he tried to make a break for it. He got a whole five feet away before you managed to manifest [Ride the Lightning] and had him throw a lightning bolt at him. After crashing hard into the ground you go over to inspect the damage. Once over him, he gets up as fast as he can and pulls out a knife, looks like he was playing possum. He yells.

"What the hell kid!"

With the necklace, you reply back.

"You might want to give that back you know, not very good to pickpocket y'know."

"Can it with the snark and get ready to be stabbed!"

Before he can even raise his knife, a man covered in scars asks.

"Try and stab me instead."

He laughs.

"Two hero's huh? Well I am not one to turn down a request..."

The thug stab's him however, the mystery man simply raises his finger to the on coming knife. It lights up in Hamon and stops it dead in its tracks. Now getting a better look at the man, it turns out it was Joseph Joestar, that would explain the way he stopped a knife with one finger. Joseph laugh's and says.

"I suggest you actually listen to the pole and give the necklace back."

"W-w-what are you two?!?"

>Just sock him in the jaw.
>"The men who are about to shove your spine up your own ass if you don't give the necklace back."
>Other (Write in)

>>1797327

>Other (Write in)

Shock him in the balls, about fifty or so volts will do

>>1797343
Well that will do the trick...

Roll for precision

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>1797355

Nat1/100 GO

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>1797355
Sorry, I'm busy doing my own quest, but I love it QM

>>1797367
Noice roll. Also what are you apologizing for? You are fine my man, keep running your quest.

>>1797327
Before you can even say anything, [Ride the Lightning] manifests to your left side and grabs the thugs crotch? Once he has a firm grasp, he shocks it with the force of fifty volts directly to his balls. His hair starts to stand up on its ends, small amounts of smoke starts to generate from him and he convulses. As quickly as it had started, it stops, leaving the man on the ground, knocked out from the pain. Joseph winces out.

"Josh don't you think that was a bit overkill..."

[Ride the lightning] thinks to you.

"Well he did start it so its only fair we finish it and drive our point hime..."

You respond to Joseph.

"I call overkill just making sure the job is done right."

Lisa laughs.

"Well you certainly did that and a little bit more."

Joseph offers a hand.

"Testicular man slaughter aside. It's good to see you actually talk and not just practicing and studying your stand. We miss you in training you know..."

>Oh calm down, it was only two weeks.
>Maybe I should visit more often.
>Other (Write in)

>>1797390

>Other (Write in)

"Don't worry about it JoJo, just had to practice around with it after reading some family history of mine. I'll get back to training with you guys."

Also, [Ride the Lightning] is gloriously dickish

>>1797398
Writing, (last post of the session)

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>1797398
This

>>1797390
"Don't worry about it JoJo, just had to practice around with it after reading some family history of mine. I'll get back to training with you guys."

Joseph chuckles a bit.

"I hope so, you don't want to be lost in our dust. Don't you?"

you chuckle a bit yourself.

"Don't worry about me, besides. You don't know how powerful my stand is getting."

He ask's.

"So will you now be able to tell me..."

Smiling you answer.

"I would however I am afraid you won't be able to underSTAND what one is."

Both you and Lisa laugh at Joseph's expense as his smile turns into annoyance as he now realizes he didn't walk into a trap, he walked into a full on ambush. The rest of the day was spent with you, Joseph and Lisa simply touring San Marco's buildings and many shops. One of them was selling old weapons from the 17th century and onwards. Muskets, swords and more... It's pretty awesome, however one of those swords catches your eye. Hanging on the wall to the right of the shops entrance hangs a strange sword that didn't look like the rest. You ask the shop keeper about it.

"That is a Sabre of eastern european decent. Used during the 17th century by winged hussars and officers of the Polish-Lithuanian commonwealth."

As you inspect it closer you see something on its hilt.

Your family crest

That is all for this session, tune in on thursday for another session of yet another jojo's bizarre adventure quest. Would post character relationship statuses however nothing much had really changed. Hosting a Q&A after this post

>>1797438

Well thanks for running French, now for my question. Please tell me we'll be able to buy the family sword? Or get it for free by beating the dear dad of the D'arby brothers

>>1797455
Of course you can, however the way you go about getting it is all up to you...

>>1797457

Muy bueno. Also, have you ever thought about running earlier?

>>1797459
Yes however I am afraid of work getting in the way of that. Its why I run at 7:00pm so that I know I can have no distractions, however I will try and experiment running at a much earlier time this weekend.

>>1797468

Well, das is gut to hear. You've got any other sidestories like the Cold War one you mentioned yet?

>>1797472
Well the cold war one is not a side story, its more along the lines of their own jojo part but for Josh. And yes I do with most of them taking place in between the original parts.

>>1797478

You know what I mean that's good. Have you considered a Stand fight between that cunt Oswald and that memey cunt DIO? If so, how does it go?

>>1797482
Actually, I will be revealing what Oswald truly thinks of dio soon in a side story (Not a side quest because the last one was received rather poorly). He does know of dio's existence and even read the multiple police reports on him. It was how he learned of the stone mask's existence in the first place

>>1797491

I remember that, and sorry about how the Oswald sidequest bombed. Just that he was quite an asshole and couldn't really go for it, you can always pick someone else mang.

Like PTSD cop or Andrew

>>1797502
Nah it's fine, I like it when anon's are brutally honest about a multitude of things and especially when it comes to important things such as this. Critiques and constructive criticism is critical for almost everything.

>>1797507

Well I'm glad to know that my good cheeseeating pal. Last barrage of questions before I pass out:

Is there a small hint to give about [Ride the Lightning] Act 2?

Have you ever considered naming some Stands after some guys from Greek myth who committed hubris like Lycaon, Tantalus and Icarus? Or maybe the Zodiac signs

Got any Stands that you've made that are slightly terrifying?

How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsiepop?

How many of the Tarot Stand users from part 3 on DIO's payroll could we beat the shit out of?

DO YOU, UNDERSTANDU?!

And finally: Have you heard of Beyonds?

>>1797520
>Is there a small hint to give about [Ride the Lightning] Act 2?

Act 2 for [Ride the Lightning] makes your stand more powerful yes however, you need to be really creative with it to just use it, let alone become good with it.

>Have you ever considered naming some Stands after some guys from Greek myth who committed hubris like Lycaon, Tantalus and Icarus? Or maybe the Zodiac signs.

Soon®

>Got any Stands that you've made that are slightly terrifying?

Well I made one that is extremely terrifying for the next part coming up however, I did make a random one that did turn out to be a lil fucked


>How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsiepop?

I don't know, ask Mr owl...

>How many of the Tarot Stand users from part 3 on DIO's payroll could we beat the shit out of?

Well depending on which route Josh goes in his history by the time he reaches star meme crusaders he would completely, utterly and absolutely maul Mariah and Anubis.

>DO YOU, UNDERSTANDU?!

Oh god get your yellow boogers of me wierdo!

>And finally: Have you heard of Beyonds?
I don't think I have

>>1797543

>Well I made one that is extremely terrifying for the next part coming up however, I did make a random one that did turn out to be a lil fucked

You mean as in the next session or in Cold War time? And what's that random one?

>I don't think I have

Well my boy, Beyonds are a type of Stand in the Jorge Joestar novel. Their abilities literally extend beyond space and time themselves

>Well depending on which route Josh goes in his history by the time he reaches star meme crusaders he would completely, utterly and absolutely maul Mariah and Anubis.

Does that mean by proxy, we can wield Anubis by just beating it around more than a 50's housewife who has the gall to ask if she can get a job?

>>1797564
>You mean as in the next session or in Cold War time? And what's that random one

Cold war time.

Stand master [Sadie Hullbrook]

Stand Name [Victor Wood]

>power B
>speed E
>endurance C
>precision B
>development potential B
>range B

>Ability is to replace any object with a 2x4 of wood but not people.

I was trying to make a joke stand but as I wrote it down I realized how terrifying it actually was... Imagine it. Your organ's could be replaced by a 2x4 of wood, causing internal bleeding. Your hands could be replaced by a 2x4 of wood, leaving bloody stumps and splinders from where your hand was. Your jaw could be replaced by a 2x4 of wood, leaving your upper teeth barely exposed as the wooden block sends blood bursting everywhere. Its mildly horrifying...


>Well my boy, Beyonds are a type of Stand in the Jorge Joestar novel. Their abilities literally extend beyond space and time themselves

Well that sounds mildly over powered, I wanna read it now...

>Does that mean by proxy, we can wield Anubis by just beating it around more than a 50's housewife who has the gall to ask if she can get a job?

Well yeah... Hell if you roll well enough you might scare him even more than dio does...

>>1797580

>I was trying to make a joke stand but as I wrote it down I realized how terrifying it actually was... Imagine it. Your organ's could be replaced by a 2x4 of wood, causing internal bleeding. Your hands could be replaced by a 2x4 of wood, leaving bloody stumps and splinders from where your hand was. Your jaw could be replaced by a 2x4 of wood, leaving your upper teeth barely exposed as the wooden block sends blood bursting everywhere. Its mildly horrifying...

You do Araki proud with turning powers that sound like stupid useless bullshit horrifying. Here's to you.

>Well that sounds mildly over powered, I wanna read it now...

Yep, in an alternate universe Kars decided "Fuck it, this 'go to Heaven' bullshit sounds better than being just the Ultimate Lifeform." And so he stole a number of Stands and made them made them Ultimate Stands. Among them include:

The World Ultimate
C-Moon Ultimate
Whitesnake Ultimate
Made in Heaven Ultimate
Dune Ultimate
And D4C Ultimate

>Well yeah... Hell if you roll well enough you might scare him even more than dio does...

I have a new goal for this quest now: CONSCRIPT THE TAROT AND EGYPTIAN GOD STAND USERS. Except Terrance and J. Giel, fuck those guys

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The Andrew Valasco prospective, issue #1. Atlas’s Struggle. (short stories and not quest sessions)

It’s been two day’s since the des Moines police department incident and everyone is in a full on panic. From the blood stains still covering the streets and buildings, to the morning after where body’s, both civilian and policeman alike, littered the streets. Worst of all, the man who caused all of this is still running around somewhere in this god forsaken city. Andrew Valasco’s your name, ever since you announced you would be in charge with reorganizing and reforming the police department the media has been hounding you. Radio hosts, journalists, newsboy’s trying to make a quick buck and so much more have been non-stop asking questions. It makes you wish you could get someone else to do it however only you and a few others knew what really happened that day and only you can fix it. Waking up in your house in Chamberlain Heights, you reach for the radio to see what’s going on this morning.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen I’m your host, Bobby Crete, and welcome to city living politics! Last time we left off, me and Shawn Gilliand discussed Andrew Valasco’s surprisingly stepping up to fix the des Moines city police department. The real-estate play boy turned politician over-night has dedicated himself to help the city deal with the hundreds of thousands of dollars in damages, hundreds of lives lost and the total carnage that unfolded days ago. Shawn what is your opinion on the subject?”

Another voice pipes up from the radio station as you move to your bathroom to brush your teeth.

“Well Bobby I love the fact that someone is willing to step up during times like these however is he truly capable with what he’s promising. This isn’t another real-estate job nor hosting a grand opening of some sort, this is full on damage control and infrastructure repair. As you stated, the damage caused by the corrupt police officers is absolutely massive, with nearly 7,000,000 dollars in damages and 500 lives lost in a single night. That’s not even counting the other criminals taking advantage of the chaotic scene unfolding. If Andrew is going to undertake this mission, He, Cooper Stilts and Rudolf Köhler will need a gravel gut and nerves of steel in order to get this done.”

You are now putting on the final touches to your pink polo, cackies and sneakers in order to head off to the police station as the radio continues to talk.

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“Well said Shawn however, even if this is an unpopular decision, I have faith in him. He has shown dedication to this as he is using his own funds to pay off workers and construction crews for repairs and ground work. Even if he never undertook something of this large of a scale, nobody has outside of Oswald Gallantry during the riots of 1895. So I am giving him a shot, hopefully he can sort out this mess and maybe we can get some answers in the process. Well ladies and gentle-men that’s all for that segment, stay tuned as we discu-“

Turning off the radio, you head out into the garage to get your favorite car and drive off. Traffic in Des Moines never was terrible, sure you had the occasional traffic jams but generally the drivers were nice and competent and the roads were really well made. That is until you get to the road that closes in on the police department, where the battle from day’s ago left cracks, holes, and decay. Even a few buildings were missing or completely wrecked. Never the less, you still make it to the police department, after parking and heading up to its entrance, you are greeted by Cooper, Rudolf and what looks like a detective. Rudolf, in his dinner jacket, bowler hat and slick dress jeans and shoes scolds you.

“You are late… Again.”
“Check the clock, you said be here by 5:00am and look at that!”
You shove your watch in his face.
“Exactly 5:00am!”
Rudolf is about to retort however Cooper cuts him off.
“We can’t afford to fight right now! Not when we finally have a lead on Oswald’s whereabouts!”
You nearly jump with glee.
“Really? Where!”
“We are getting it right now. Apparently a couple of crooks encountered him during a bank heist, most of them didn’t survive however. Two did and we are questioning one of them this instance.”
Finally! Some answers to lingering questions. We’re so close, all we need to do is get his whereabouts and we will be in the clear. Cooper nudges the police cadet, though he stumbles at first with his words, he introduces himself.

Oh sorry! Name’s Taylor Strut, I will be the main detective in pursuit of Oswald.”
Wow he’s young… Really young… 19 at the very most, you decide to ask his age.
“How old are you?”
He verbally gulps however he responds to your question.
“18 sir… though I might be young however don’t let my age fool you! I can ride with the best of them.”
“We can worry about age another day, right now you need to take me to the room the crook is being interrogated in.”
“Yes sir! Follow me.”
Taylor walks into the police department with you, Cooper and Rudolf beside you. As he guides you he talks about the criminal in question.

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You start to notice the building looks like hell itself tore through in here, with walls still cracked or parts of them missing however it will have to do until the repairs can be completed. Leading you down a corridor, you can see rooms with glass on the upper part of the door all lined up from left to right with them converging at the end. Continuing to follow Taylor, he leads you directly into the first right hand room, inside you see the crook. Beaten to a bloody pulp with a few teeth missing, bits of ear removed and scars across his feet all the way to his hands covered in them. As you sit down, he asks you.

“When do I get out of this stinkin room? It’s boring and I am curtain the ceiling and floor in here is completely and utterly trashed.”

His thick Cockney accent clearly audible. His comment doesn’t go unnoticed as Rudolf replies.

“Comply and you will be lucky if we reduce your sentence! Now talk!”

The criminal shrugs.

“Calm down calm down no need to get your knickers in a twist. During a heist, me and my boys were attacked by someone… No… Something, and it killed two of em off like they were nothing. I tried to put up a fight however he simply over powered and out smarted me and my remaining pal so we ran like hell and never looked back.”

Rudolf slams a file on the table and asks.

“Did he look like any of these pictures.”

The folder has a multitude of pictures with Oswald all present in them. Examining it, the crook sounds astonished and say’s.

“Holy hell, it’s a spittin image of him, weird hat, striped shirt, pants, shoes and all.”

Yes! Progress. Now all we have to do is find out where he is going. You ask yourself.

“Did you hear about where he was going next?”

“I don’t know, he kept mumbling something about a port.”

But des Moines is land locked. How in the hell is he even going to sail out… Unless he’s referring to the airport! That’s it! The bastard is trying to make a break for the Airport to escape this city and lay low. He’s not getting away,

not if you have anything to say about it. Extending your hand to Joey, you shake his hand and say.

“Thank you for your cooperation Mino. We will be sure to throw in a good word for the judge.”

Taylor looks to you and asks.

“Well what are we going to do now Andrew?”

“Tightened airport security for the time being and wait till night fall. Get a good swig of your coffee Taylor, we’re working the night shift…”


That is all for this short story, again these are not quest sessions but just what the name in implies. Short stories

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Session start.

Here is the dice and battle system >>1793960

With that being said we're off to the races!

"Don't worry about it JoJo, just had to practice around with it after reading some family history of mine. I'll get back to training with you guys."

Joseph chuckles a bit.

"I hope so, you don't want to be lost in our dust. Don't you?"

you chuckle a bit yourself.

"Don't worry about me, besides. You don't know how powerful my stand is getting."

He ask's.

"So will you now be able to tell me..."

Smiling you answer.

"I would however I am afraid you won't be able to underSTAND what one is."

Both you and Lisa laugh at Joseph's expense as his smile turns into annoyance as he now realizes he didn't walk into a trap, he walked into a full on ambush. The rest of the day was spent with you, Joseph and Lisa simply touring San Marco's buildings and many shops. One of them was selling old weapons from the 17th century and onwards. Muskets, swords and more... It's pretty awesome, however one of those swords catches your eye. Hanging on the wall to the right of the shops entrance hangs a strange sword that didn't look like the rest. You ask the shop keeper about it.

"That is a Sabre of eastern european decent. Used during the 17th century by winged hussars and officers of the Polish-Lithuanian commonwealth."

As you inspect it closer you see something on its hilt.

Your family crest

>Ask where they got it.
>"Joseph check this out."
>Other (Write in)

>>1804664

>Ask where they got it.
>"Joseph check this out."

In this order my good man

>>1804678
Roll to persuade them on where they got it from

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>1804707

TAKE THIS NAT1

>>1804771

Well...it has a 1 in it. Maybe captcha fucking with me for so long helped a bit

>>1804785
Noice, writing. Shame its a bit empty though but eh, it might gather more anon's as the session goes on.

>>1804807

It's usually how it goes, would probably help if you have Twitter and maybe Discord

>>1804664
"Joseph check this out."

Joseph walks over and inspects the sword you are looking at. After thirty seconds or so he adds a sarcastic remark.

"Oh a sword? Its not like we're in a history esc shop with tons of swords in it..."

"Can it with the sarcasm! On the sword houses my family crest."

You point towards it as the boar's head shines from a light coming from a near by window sill. Asking the store owner where he got the sword, he replies with.

"It's been in here for a looong time. I don't know the specifics however my great great grandpa said some stranger came in wearing a polish army officer's uniform and simply handed it to us. Saying he doesn't need it anymore and that it wasn't fitting. Look kid are you gonna buy it or not... Because if not get out of my shop."

>What if I told you that I was his great great grandson...
>"Lisa..."
>Other (Write in)

>>1804827
True, might even make either a twitter, discord or both after this session to help with scheduling and keeping anon's informed

>>1804858

>What if I told you that I was his great great grandson...

>>1804890
Writing

>>1804858
"What if I told you that I was his great great grandson..."

"And what if I told you... You will still have to pay for it and I don't frankly care..."

[Ride the Lightning] makes a passing comment on the situation at hand.

"Well what did you think saying "My great grand father was that very guy" was going to happen."

God damnit. Joseph throws his hat into the ring as well.

"Wait how the hell did your grandfather even live that long?"

"Don't look at me I wasn't him. All I found was the book he wrote and a few things he hid in it!"

The store owner, sounding more angry than annoyed asks.

"Well are you going to buy it or not? Last time I ask this question, after that you're out of here!"

[Ride the Lightning] asks.

"Before you make a decision, I have an idea."

>Go on...
>"Yeah, just buy it..."
>Other (Write in)

>>1804953

>Go on...

Let's find out what our Stand has in mind

>>1804962
Writing

Also giving a quick heads up but taking an hour break WIll be right back

Back and writing

>>1804953
"Go on..."

[Ride the Lightning]s arm manifests and grab's the sabre by its hilt. Before you can think about what he's doing he replies.

"He can't see me, so if i wave the sabre around it will look like it's haunted."

That would sound full proof however there was just one thing he didn't account for... The store owner's employees. As [Ride the Lightning] continues to wave the sabre around you hear the clerk say.

"Oh not this shit again. I swear to god ever since I hired her. WE'VE GOT ANOTHER ONE!"

After the sound of wood and leather crashing against one another and onto the floor. A small red headed woman no more than at least 4.7 comes out of what looks like the storage room.

"Ryan what is it!?! Is it a robber with one!?! Is it the arsonist!?! ONE OF THE MAFIA!?!"

He points to you.

"No the kid."

She looks towards you and inspects you for a solid ten seconds before she bursts out laughing.

"Oh please... The kid doesn't even look like he can lift a barrel out of the mud let alone possess one of those ghost thingies."

You can be threatening when you want to.

"To be fair, you are fairly young and don't look that powerful."

Not helping [Ride the Lightning]

>Just put the sword back
>"I can to!"
>Other (Write in)

>>1805279
>Other (Write in)
Have Ride the Lightning wave a hand in front of her face and then mess with her hair.

>>1805279

Supporting this >>1805315

>>1805315
>>1805323
Writing

>>1805279
Oh like hell you don't have a stand! [Ride the Lightning] manifests right in front of you and quickly waves his hands in front of her face.

"What wait!"

While distracted, he uses his speed to quickly mess with her hair. Natural ginger, she might not have a soul however she can still be fucked with. Your stand's hands are slightly electrified while screwing with her hair which causes it to stand up on its ends. Her hair bun has now been completely frizzed up due to the small amounts of electricity. All in a matter of seconds. As your stand stops waving his hands in front of her face she now realizes what you just did.

"Oh haha very funny... So ryan was right, you do have a ghost of your own... WELL SO DO I!"

Her stand manifests right in front of you. Its head is nothing but a tree, with its arms, legs, chest and back being covered in wood, moss and other plant like figures as it rears his hand to strike.

Roll

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>1805351

Ah shit it's Demeter

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>1805351
"And so did the man who sold that sword."

Rolled 35 (1d100)

I was summoned for a roll

>>1805401
Alas, his conjouration wasn't a high enough level. Writing

>>1805371
>>1805392
>>1805401

Well, we're about to get Evil Deaded aren't we?

Rolled 53 (1d100)

Almost forgot to roll for Joseph.

>>1805414

Just gonna get rid of bad rolls

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>1805437

Ah shit

>>1805351
Before you can react, her stand punches you across the room and into a nearby shelf. Much to the dismay of Ryan.

"Oh come on not the selves! I still want to make some money!"

She scoffs at him.

"Well excuse me for trying to protect your profits!"

"YOU WON'T HAVE ANY PROFITS TO PROTECT IF HALF OF MY INVENTORY IS UTTERLY DESTROYED!"

Though a little dazed, you see Joseph attempt a zoom punch which misses and flies into a wall. The punch is hard enough to go through the entire wall, sending bits of plaster and dry wall everywhere. Joseph marvels at the strength of his own punch.

"Holy crap my Hamon is really getting powerful huh?"

The girl who tried to punch you freaks out at the sight.

"What the hell was that!"

>Throw a bolt of lightning while she's distracted.
>Rush her and oryia oryia oryia barrage her.
>Other (Write in)

>>1805493

>Rush her and oryia oryia oryia barrage her.
>Other (Write in)

In the meanwhile, let's use Sunlight Yellow Overdrive

>>1805493
>>Rush her and oryia oryia oryia barrage her.
>>Other (Write in)
>In the meanwhile, let's use Sunlight Yellow Overdrive

>>1805501
>>1805507
roll my man

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>1805522

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>1805522

>>1805543
Noice comrad. Writing

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>1805522

Dark Gods guide my rolls

>>1805493
Your hands light up with Hamon of your own as yellow light covers your hands. Jumping up, you start to rush her down, hands still ablaze with Hamon as she looks towards you. Her face going from confusion to alarm as you close the distance while screaming.

"SUNLIGHT YELLOW OVERDRIVE!"

Barraging her with a flurry of fists and screaming.

"ORYIA ORYIA ORYIA ORYIA ORYIA ORYIA ORYIA ORYIA ORYIA ORYIA!"

Each one laying into her as they get faster and faster. Ending the combo with a blow to the gut which sends her flying into the room she was in before. Ryan shouts over the chaos.

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CAN WE AT LEAST FIGHT OUTSIDE SO THAT MY INVENTORY DOESN'T GET DAMAGED!"

>Give me a minute.
>No
>Other (Write in)

>>1805577
>>Give me a minute.
>>Other (Write-in)
Punch her outside

>>1805577

This >>1805603

>>1805603
>>1805608
Roll

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>1805621

TAKE THIS YOU TREEBITCH

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>>1805626
Well looks like tree bitch is fertilizer now... Writing

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>>1805577
Well if he want you and her to take the fight outside then lets take it outside... THROUGH THE WALL! Your hand is set ablaze with Hamon again and [Ride the Lightning] manifests to your left side with his entire arm glowing in electricity. As you start to rush her down further, both you and your stand's arms cocked back for a mighty blow. She manages to stand up however as she see's you and your stand, she screams.

"WAIT GI-"

Both you and [Ride the Lightning]s fist connect with an individual cheek and send her flying through the wall behind her. And the other wall, and another one... And two more walls. Which then turn into fifteen soon enough. On the sixteenth one she finally stops with her body lodged into the wall. Ryan and Joseph scream.

"Holy shit josh! Was that really needed."

"OH GOD MY INVENTORY... And my employee BUT GOOD GOD NOT THE INVENTORY!"

Walking over to where she's now stuck in, you can hear her ask in a very concussed voice.

"Ryan I think I am gonna take the day off... I see stars, sheep and bolts of lightning hovering over my head..."

[Ride the Lightning] makes one of his passing comments again.

"Well if that wasn't hubris at its finest I don't know frankly what is."

>I just wanted a sword...
>Make sure she isn't dead
>Other (Write in)

>>1805654
>>I just wanted a sword...
>>Make sure she isn't dead

>>1805654

>I just wanted a sword...
>Make sure she isn't dead
>Other (Write in)

Reki Chiyu Overdrive

>>1805657
>>1805658
Writing

>>1805654
"To be honest all I wanted was the sword..."

Looking behind you, you see Joseph running to catch with Lisa Lisa to inspect the damage with Ryan behind them with what looks like the sword in hand. Once finally in front of you, Lisa jokes however its still in her serious tone.

"Well training did pay off after all. However next time please be careful, you lack control of your strength due to more focus on your stand than Hamon."

"Well no kidding. HE JUST PUT THIS GIRL THROUGH SEVERAL WALLS!"

Joseph said, putting away his Hamon clackers he was going to use. Ryan finally managed to catch up with you, Joseph and Lisa, panting, he offers the sword.

"Look just leave my shop please... I would rather not have everything destroyed..."

Before you can answer, you hear the girl you just punch talks in a broken english that makes yours look refind.

"Wait just a table flipping minute Ryan! Are you just going to give him the sword AFTER HE PUT ME THROUGH SIXTEEN WALLS!"

"Yes, for that reason alone..."

Frustratingly, she continues.

"FINE THEN, GIVE HIM TO IT HOWEVER ITS GOING TO HAVE A LITTLE TWIST TO IT SINCE I AM A SORE LOOSER!"

Her stand manifests right in front of her and extends his hand. Before your very eyes the entire damn sword turned into a flat wooden board, a 2x4! Ryan shouts at her.

"SADIE NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO FUCK AROUND. HE JUST PUT YOU THROUGH MULTIPLE HOUSES AND SHOPS!"

Its in vain however as she closes her eyes, knocked out from the pain. You mutter to yourself

"God Damnit."

That is it for this session. Posting relationship statuses.

>>1805693

The sword deal is just temporary right?

Rebecca: Highly friendly/Highly Grateful

"Finally, I have a small amount of control of this thing! I wonder what I will name it..."

Dr claw: Best friend/Smug

"This joke is going in the record books"

Duca D'aosta: Neutral/hysterical

*Milk splashing noises*

Cesar: Friend/Concerned

"It's been a while since Joseph, Lisa Lisa and Josh left. I hope they are alright."

Lisa: Friend/Annoyed

"Well so much for a lovely stroll..."

Robert E. O. Speedwagon: Friend.

"There was!?!"

Joseph Joestar: Excited

"Holy hell, that girl went from human to beach ball within a second!"

Suzi Q: Happy.

"Wonder what Lisa Lisa's heading down to San Marco for."

Whamu: Anger/Smug

"Give me a minute Kars. I am summoning an old friend... A really, old friend."

Kars: Contempt.

"Can't wait."

Esidisi: Nervous

"If he backstabs us I am boiling him alive!"

Mark: Nervous.

"Wait what do you mean there was a nazi spy on the Island!"

>>1805699
Guess you will have to find out tomorrow at 7:00pm, usual time.

>>1805707

How badly did we fuck up the new Stand girl?

>>1805712
Severely, I usually don't post the old statuses revolving around broken bones, bleeding, bruised and that sort and just keep it to myself to keep things simple and not a meta hell however you fucked her up pretty good. Broken back, broken legs, mildly fractured skull, broken ribs, broken cheek bone and severely shocked, both shell shocked (Not as bad as crenshaw though) and electrical shock

>>1805729

I'm seeing a trend that we're a fucking monster in a fight. And also

>"Give me a minute Kars. I am summoning an old friend... A really, old friend."
>Worry.jpg

It's either great grandpappy or that Pillar Lady....either one I'd be fine with

>>1805740
Well that's what happens when you use Hamon to boost your strength and a punch ghost at the same time.

>>1805729
>to keep things simple and not a meta hell
Well, I liked them, because it was a satisfing way to see damage, that we dealt.

Too bad I only got here to see the end of session. DAMN YOU LICH KING!!!

>>1805764
Well, if popular opinion is in favor of the status system as well, then I will put it into use again.

>>1805764

This is true, I miss those quite a bit. It felt great seeing the damage we did and panic when we had some bad injuries.

Also French IS THE PILLARWOMAN ALIVE IN THIS?

>>1805775
Maybe, maybe not... After all genociding an entire race with no survivors does seem a lil far fetched...

>>1805777

Is it so wrong I want to waifu a lady Pillarman? Besides, this IS JoJo. Nearly anything is possible

>>1805780
Anything is possible as you said... But fair warning, this is maximum over milf with instead of single digits, we're dealing with the whole four figures

>>1805788

>maximum over milf

IT'S MY DREAM: AND IT'LL ADD MORE EUGENIC POWER TO OUR SON AND EVENTUALLY JOTARO. AND FOR AWKWARD FAMILY AND FRIEND MEETINGS.

Tl:dr. What you just said has given me the greatest boner.

>>1805788
Just 4 digits? Too young
If she looks good and her organs works good too, does it mater?

Sorry for running late however job is taking longer than normal. Will start session at 7:45.

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"To be honest all I wanted was the sword..."

Looking behind you, you see Joseph running to catch with Lisa Lisa to inspect the damage with Ryan behind them with what looks like the sword in hand. Once finally in front of you, Lisa jokes however its still in her serious tone.

"Well training did pay off after all. However next time please be careful, you lack control of your strength due to more focus on your stand than Hamon."

"Well no kidding. HE JUST PUT THIS GIRL THROUGH SEVERAL WALLS!"

Joseph said, putting away his Hamon clackers he was going to use. Ryan finally managed to catch up with you, Joseph and Lisa, panting, he offers the sword.

"Look just leave my shop please... I would rather not have everything destroyed..."

Before you can answer, you hear the girl you just punch talks in a broken english that makes yours look refind.

"Wait just a table flipping minute Ryan! Are you just going to give him the sword AFTER HE PUT ME THROUGH SIXTEEN WALLS!"

"Yes, for that reason alone..."

Frustratingly, she continues.

"FINE THEN, GIVE HIM TO IT HOWEVER ITS GOING TO HAVE A LITTLE TWIST TO IT SINCE I AM A SORE LOOSER!"

Her stand manifests right in front of her and extends his hand. Before your very eyes the entire damn sword turned into a flat wooden board, a 2x4! Ryan shouts at her.

"SADIE NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO FUCK AROUND. HE JUST PUT YOU THROUGH MULTIPLE HOUSES AND SHOPS!"

Its in vain however as she closes her eyes, knocked out from the pain. You mutter to yourself

"God Damnit."

This girl is out like a light...

>"Can she change it back!?!"
>"I reallllllly hope I didn't kill her."
>Other (Write in)

>>1807511
Forgot to add our dice rules and battle system. >>1793960


With that being said... Session start

>>1807511

>"Can she change it back!?!"
>"I reallllllly hope I didn't kill her."

>>1807534
You can only pick one of the options my duder. Sorry

>>1807541

I'll go with the second one then

>>1807546
Writing

>>1807511
"I reallllllly hope I didn't kill her."

Joseph walks up to her, still stuck to the wall and puts his fingers up against the top of her neck. After ten seconds he finally talks.

"She's alive... Extremely concussed, broken bones everywhere and still shocked from electricity but alive.

Sighing out of pure relief, you realize you need to be really careful with your powers now. You can hit people through multiple walls with just your fists alone, not even including your stand! [Ride the Lightning] looks over to the sword which is now just a block of wood, picks it up and gives it to you. Shit, she better be able to change it back, it is a family treasure after all? Ryan pipes up during the long silence.

"So will you three please be going now... The last thing I need is more of your kind and I already deal with that on a regular basis!"

>Wait what?
>Yeah however I will be taking her to the hospital.
>Other (Write in)

>>1807578
>>Wait what?

>>1807578

>Wait what?
>Other (Write in)

Heal her

>>1807580
>>1807583
Writing

>>1807578
"Wait what?"

"You haven't been shaken down by the local gang here! Lucky bastard."

Local gang? Christ they really are everywhere as Duca said, even in San Marco... You question him further.

"What local gang? I've never encountered anything like that here before."

Ryan laughs nervously.

"Because they patrol here like sharks encircling an injured trout. As you already met Sadie my... "Employee." She helped me get rid of a few however there was one who threatened to break me in half after Sadie broke his nose for being rude. But now that she's knocked out cold and in need of a hospital I have nobody to defend my profits!"

[Ride the Lightning] talks inside your head.

"Maybe you should worry about your greed first..."

"Shhhh, now's not the time for your sarcastic shit!"

"Its not sarcasm if its true."

True however...

>You need to help him out anyway's, besides it will be nice to say Duca said hi to them.
>Try and heal Sadie with some Hamon and be on your way. If she kicked his ass once she can do it again.
>Other (Write in)

>>1807641

>You need to help him out anyway's, besides it will be nice to say Duca said hi to them.
>Try and heal Sadie with some Hamon and be on your way. If she kicked his ass once she can do it again.

>>1807644
My duder you can only choose one. Again, sorry

>>1807641

>You need to help him out anyway's, besides it will be nice to say Duca said hi to them.

>>1807671
Writing

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>>1807641
As much as you want to leave him on his own, you can't let him get eaten alive by those other stand users. Looking towards Joseph you ask him.

"Can you take her to the Island to get her patched up?"

He nods.

"Good, I won't be coming with you or Lisa Lisa. I can't leave this guy to get tossed around like a rag doll and I need to get rid of this stand user."

"Ok I will however if you don't comeback to the island within two days. Lisa Lisa will send Duca and Claw to look for you and you know well what happens when they are left in a city with only themselves with a single goal in mind.

Your mind flashes back to Rome in utter chaos as the streets were either on fire, completely flooded, or both. With buildings destroyed and maimed and people wondering what was going on. Joseph, with the help of Lisa Lisa, Ryan and you, manage to pry Sadie off the wall sending chunks of dry wall and wood everywhere. The damage done to the wall is almost beyond repair, much like the other fifteen ones you broke by sending sadie into them. Once pried off, Joseph hoists her onto his shoulders and heads out the front door with Lisa Lisa behind him. As he walks out Lisa Lisa say's.

"Try not to get yourself killed, we still have pillar men to defeat you know."

"I think I can take on a few street thugs."

She closes the shop door behind her leaving you and Ryan alone. He asks.

"So mind telling me how the actual hell you were able to send Sadie through multiple walls?"

>With a stand and Hamon.
>Its... Confusing
>Other (Write in)

>>1807738

>With a stand and Hamon

>>1807750
Writing. Also taking a quick thirty minute break, will be back.