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The year is 1888, seven years have passed since Erina left the lives of young Anna Anderton and those of her friends. Seven years of growing up and older, along side the likes of Jonathan Joestar, Dio brando, and Mirra barret. The rambunctious little girl, with hair as vividly red as the most brilliant of rose petals, and lively green eyes as fair as the tops of the eldest of woods, has grown into a young lady. Though perhaps lady would not be the correct word for one as wild and free as she herself remains. Even tempered by the years and the soothing effect of age, Anna Anderton remains as energetic and blithe as she was as a little girl only twelve years of age, and despite the hopes of her mother, her temper has continued to burn as vigorously within her as it always had, even if she has hidden it "better" than she did in her youth.

But despite remaining more the same than not, time and maturating will change even the freest and most willful of spirits, and seven years is a long time to change and mature indeed, even for one as stubborn and mulish as Anna.

For one cannot remain a child forever, and much like her peers, Anna herself began to walk down her own life in path, unaware of just how much freedom from fate she truly had.

While Jojo looked to the secrets of the past, and Dio delved into the intricacies of law, and Mirra herself...studied more obscure texts and passages than either of their shared childhood had the bravery or open mindedness to dare even read. Anna, despite her somewhat lacking intellect or stomach for learning, well anything, did overtime find something that could at least somewhat keep her interest enough for her to at least attend classes for. Something that had shocked even those closest to her by blood and by friendship.

What was it that had caught the interest of the girl with burning blood and an empty head?
Well...
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Cont
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>>4503564

What have you become interested in with the last 7 years?
[] the thrill of combat! the rush of the ring! though not an actual study, Anna has become a better and stronger fighter than most men her age (Trait gained: Amazonian: like the women of legend, Anna can match even the brawniest man in terms of physical prowess!...and height. 2 Str, 1 con, 1 dex)
[] Nature, and all the animals within it, starting from her interest in hunting, Anna now seeks to learn all she can of the wild places of the world (Trait Gained Hunter: Anna uses firearms as easily as her own limbs and has better tracking sense than most hunting hounds. 1 Dex, 2 int, 1 wisdom)
[] The occult, and all the forgotten and forbidden wisdom within...she has spent perhaps a little to much time with Mirra (Trait gained Occultist: Anna knows what has been forgotten and left to be feared and scorned, and how to invoke it. 2 int 2 wis)
[] If she were to tell you, she'd say the manners and dignity of being a proper lady, but that would be a bold faced lie, A skill Dio had taught her well (Trait gained: Liar Liar: Anna lies as easily as she breaths, and fake any emotion or intent as she so pleases. 3 Cha 1 Con)
[] Write in (Rules: has to make sense, and the trait's bonus must fit in line with the four given. The stat increase MUST be four points, but can be spread however you wish between the six stats)

And We reach the start of Phantom blood! can't wait to see where this quest goes from here!
hope you all enjoy it as much as I have been
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>>4503565
>[] Nature, and all the animals within it, starting from her interest in hunting, Anna now seeks to learn all she can of the wild places of the world (Trait Gained Hunter: Anna uses firearms as easily as her own limbs and has better tracking sense than most hunting hounds. 1 Dex, 2 int, 1 wisdom)
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>>4503565
[] Nature, and all the animals within it, starting from her interest in hunting, Anna now seeks to learn all she can of the wild places of the world (Trait Gained Hunter: Anna uses firearms as easily as her own limbs and has better tracking sense than most hunting hounds. 1 Dex, 2 int, 1 wisdom)
That trait is so good tho
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>>4503565
>[] the thrill of combat! the rush of the ring! though not an actual study, Anna has become a better and stronger fighter than most men her age (Trait gained: Amazonian: like the women of legend, Anna can match even the brawniest man in terms of physical prowess!...and height. 2 Str, 1 con, 1 dex)
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>>4503565
>[] Nature, and all the animals within it, starting from her interest in hunting, Anna now seeks to learn all she can of the wild places of the world (Trait Gained Hunter: Anna uses firearms as easily as her own limbs and has better tracking sense than most hunting hounds. 1 Dex, 2 int, 1 wisdom)
I like the idea that over 7 seven years, Anna only gained 2 int
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>>4503565
>[] Nature, and all the animals within it, starting from her interest in hunting, Anna now seeks to learn all she can of the wild places of the world (Trait Gained Hunter: Anna uses firearms as easily as her own limbs and has better tracking sense than most hunting hounds. 1 Dex, 2 int, 1 wisdom)
You have no idea how tempting the Amazon trait is. For strictly gameplay-related reasons, of course.
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>>4503565
>[] the thrill of combat! the rush of the ring! though not an actual study, Anna has become a better and stronger fighter than most men her age (Trait gained: Amazonian: like the women of legend, Anna can match even the brawniest man in terms of physical prowess!...and height. 2 Str, 1 con, 1 dex)
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>>4503565
>[] If she were to tell you, she'd say the manners and dignity of being a proper lady, but that would be a bold faced lie, A skill Dio had taught her well (Trait gained: Liar Liar: Anna lies as easily as she breaths, and fake any emotion or intent as she so pleases. 3 Cha 1 Con)
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>>4503565
>[] If she were to tell you, she'd say the manners and dignity of being a proper lady, but that would be a bold faced lie, A skill Dio had taught her well (Trait gained: Liar Liar: Anna lies as easily as she breaths, and fake any emotion or intent as she so pleases. 3 Cha 1 Con)
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Alright, Calling it

since six hours is probably a long enough to wait. since I figure this is a fairly important vote but I don't want to wait an entire day for it.

4 votes for Hunter
2 for Amazon
2 for Liar Liar

Meaning Anna studied nature and animals wins!
Writing and updating sheet now

Current stats are
3 Str
5 Dex
5 Con
2 Int
2 Wis
2 Cha

More trait gains and stat increases will come along

>>4503812
She's trying her best

>>4503863
of course
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You might not know much, or understand some of the more confusing things in this world, but there was one thing that could keep you interested long enough to care to learn about it. And it was Zoology. You can't quite remember what got you so interested in the natural world, but when you were "convinced" to seek higher education by Mother and your friends, it was the only choice of study that didn't make you want to leap out of your chair from having to listen to a standing corpse drone on and on. Or involve the risk of causing a scene by removing the teeth of some smug "gentleman" who thought it'd be smart to heckle you.

But learning about nature and all the critters inside of it? Easy, even for an idiot like yourself. Hell you knew more than the professor, just not in an as long winded way, you were certain. Sure you might fail any other course or curriculum, oh you certainly would, but even your fellow students knew not to challenge what you claimed and boasted to know by now, or challenge you with a smirk.

Cause you were never wrong when it came to god's creatures. You had spent a lot of time among them, with your father, and without, and knew them and their habits and goings that you managed, to even with your "lacking intelligence" as one of these teachers put it, to not only remain in the zoology course, be excel at it.

And why wouldn't you be? even if you hadn't killed all of the creatures talked about in these classes, you have either tracked or read about them once or twice, and could more or less remember all of that. Since it wasn't boring.

Unlike the withered old corpse talking about African lion social hierarchy right now. He didn't know what he was talking about, you could tell from the crook in his back and his watery eyes he'd never faced down so much as a charging chicken let alone bear.

And you read about Lions, from actual accounts of trackers and hunters, and heard from them from men who had spent days stalking and be stalked by man eaters at that club your dad introduced you...what? three years ago? Hmm you still remembered the look on the old timers faces when they were making fun of you and then you mentioned you had already bagged a bear larger than the one they had in their smoking den as a trophy, solo.
Didn't hear any jokes after that, no sir.

And what did this guy talking about their family dynamics know? he's getting his information from accounts written by someone who had only read about lions from accounts taken years ago.

Sure it was good information for someone who didn't expect to run into a lion, the basics of what they did, hunted. How they lived and why and all that.

But there were holes in it, it was a nice record for learning, yes, it was good for those who considered themselves scholars. But it was missing important, little details, you felt.
And yet all the prim and proper boys in this class were eating it up with a looks of awe and amazement.
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>>4504071
like they were hearing the gospel of god, with wide eyes filled with child like wonder. Oh how the brutish beasts captured the mind, it made you almost drift off from the lecture. You could, ever since you managed to win an argument with old professor watery eyes up there. Couldn't even remember what it was about...something about foxes? Sounded right.

You rolled your eyes as you caught his continuing lecture, sure you didn't know much, but you knew nature and animals and may have read more about it than anyone else in the room BESIDES the professor, and you certainly had more actual experience than anyone, in study and in hunting.
And you could tell that by how all of them were eagerly writing down the bit about them "being dangerous, but of low cunning"

If any of them went hunting Lions thinking that, they'd end up scarred or worse.
You knew that, from just talking to one of the few Lion killers the local hunting club is honored to have. They were clever, all animals were in their own ways.
But felines? and big cats in particular? Low cunning didn't describe their intelligence.

But you were dumb, you knew you were, and sure you did well in this class, but you hadn't actually met a lion yourself, though you were planning to hunt one your next birthday, so speaking out would just make you look moronic, wouldn't it?

But still, it annoyed you, since the one thing you were really knowledgeable about, was nature, the wild places of the world, and what dwelt within them. And sure the professor was also learned in those fields, but had he even so much as tracked a mouse to the hole in his wall? You can't understand an animal without standing as its equal in the circle of life, in its own habitat and see it as it lives, and how it dies.

Without noticing it, you had began to tap your fingers on the desk in front of you, to keep your temper down. A method you used to control your excitement while sighting your quarry, light enough to not make a noise, more to pace your heart and breath. But it also worked wonders calming yourself down when you were getting annoyed or pissed off.

Thankfully, Professor Owen was turning away from subjects of Lions he didn't completely misunderstand, and was beginning to return discussing their child rearing and social structure.

But how dare he talk down to a majestic hunter? He practically called them idiots, like he'd be able to outsmart one or the average man could with some effort.

It brought to mind how that Lion killer's eyes went distant, when he talked being stalked by a man eater and losing his guide to one. Low cunning, complete bullshit. What that word implied, didn't apply at all to Lions, or any other animal. Cunning, yes, but Low cunning? There was no morality in nature, dishonesty, sure, but that was survival. And Owen could no understand that, truly, without taking part in it!

You groaned through your teeth, it was always such a headache when this old bag of wind went on tangents.
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>>4504090
cause he didn't understand what he was saying!

"Miss Anderton, do you have anything to add to the discussion?" He said, somehow hearing you despite the fact he was half death. Probably cause he was still sore you were right about the foxes last week or whatever it was you argued against him about.
The idiot girl! outsmarting the professor who had written papers on the subject, what a laugh. though at least he didn't get offended by you just seeking education, like damn near everyone else.

What do you do?
[] Claim to just be clearing your throat and suffer through the rest of the lecture
[] (Hunter) "I'll get back to you after I hunt a lion, sir, I'll write a letter to show what you've gotten wrong then"
[] do your best to explain what he's mistaken about (int check)
[] (Burning blood) "YEAH! Old geezer! Stop talking about Lions like they're stupid!"
[] write in
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>>4504106
[] (Hunter) "I'll get back to you after I hunt a lion, sir, I'll write a letter to show what you've gotten wrong then"
Sassy, but not enough to get into trouble
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>>4504106
>[] (Hunter) "I'll get back to you after I hunt a lion, sir, I'll write a letter to show what you've gotten wrong then"
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>>4504106
>[] do your best to explain what he's mistaken about (int check)
Wonder how Anna would get along with best president Theodore Roosevelt? Probably pretty damn well, they both like nature and boxing.
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>>4504106
>[] (Hunter) "I'll get back to you after I hunt a lion, sir, I'll write a letter to show what you've gotten wrong then"
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>>4504141
>>4504108
>>4504107
The hunter choice wins, writing
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And that's probably why you don't just lash out at him. And its not like you actually have anything to add to what he's saying, since you don't know how to explain he's wrong besides him just being wrong, and unlike the fox incident you can't just go out and catch yourself a lion or two to demonstrate their intelligence. Though you only caught those foxes when he refused to take your pelts as evidence of his source being wrong about when they shed their winter and summer coats, exactly. So you trying to get through his skull about him being wrong about lions, without any evidence, would just serve to piss you off more arguing with the old man. But, you are planning to go on a trip soon to hunt lions. Once you turned twenty. Father had promised he'd take time from work to take you on that safari himself, even. And that'd be enough evidence for you to get Professor Owens' head out of his ass.

"I'll get back to you after I hunt a lion, sir" You say casually, leaning back in your chair "I'll write a letter to show what you've gotten wrong then?"

He doesn't reply to that besides with a chuckle, knowing saying anything to refute the smallest possibility of YOU being wring about HIM being wrong would just make you set out to do it now .

"Well I'll be waiting for that letter Miss Anderton, but please do try to control yourself, despite your passion for this subject" He says with a grandfatherly smile, but you can see in his eyes that he really doesn't like that you're once again challenging his authority and knowledge. But as his best student, its your duty to point out when he makes mistakes or fuckups! isn't it?

You frown, listening and trying to read through your own barely legible notes as he tries to remember where he was in explaining the lion social hierarchy and their day to day interactions. But its hard to focus on what he's blabbering about, since now your minds focused on your upcoming birthday "adventure" and proving him wrong more than listening to him repeat what his books tell him. You'll know more about how lioness care for their cubs and how the hunt and the order they feed in and such things, after you get into the field and watch them for awhile and see them in their element, not as some half remembered story told from one professor in his study to the next. Besides you're certain you've read that book already anyways.

"Perhaps you'd like an escort on said hunting trip, Anderton?" your neighbor asks, you don't know his name and don't bother to since he's an annoying prat with a nose a bit like a pigs "I have heard the wilds of Africa are quite dangerous and"

You closed your eyes, trying to ignore his clumsy attempts to "court" you. It'd be great if more of the men around here knew what you did as a little girl, might scare them off then. they're so dammed annoying, but this one more than the others, if only cause you saw him every lecture.
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>>4503564
roll
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>>4504196

Maybe god would be kind and put a snake on the road to his home and the moron would have a heart attack.

But there's no point in day dreaming about the painful demise of the fly buzzing around your head, so why bother? He'll get bored eventually, or you'll get a chance to scare him off. Soon hopefully.
The lecture won't last much longer anyways, and it'd be a shame to waste a perfectly good day getting angry at idiots.

Maybe you could use the letter as thesis? If you kept your language in it nice and polite, and get someone else to pen it, that could work. Or you could just be lazy and refer to the "Fox incident" for that, considering how you did prove the books the school uses wrong then...at the cost of a few bites and scratches when you went into those fox holes to find the little bastards.

What do you do?
[] Go watch Jojo and Dio play rugby, last match before graduation apparently
[] Leave and visit Mirra, to get your fortune told
[] Go home, check your letters, go hunting, your usual routine
[] "Eh, how about a wager? you beat me in a boxing match, and I'll let you come, I win you leave me alone"
[] write in
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>>4504208
>[] Go watch Jojo and Dio play rugby, last match before graduation apparently
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>>4504208
>[] Go watch Jojo and Dio play rugby, last match before graduation apparently
Gotta go witness canon events.
I really do wanna go see Mirra though, maybe that can be our next stop.
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>>4504208
>[] Go watch Jojo and Dio play rugby, last match before graduation apparently
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>>4504208
[] Leave and visit Mirra, to get your fortune told
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>>4504432
>>4504434
>>4504447
Alright, going to watch the game wins, writing
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Eh no point in worrying about it now, after all you might not need to write a thing, considering how easy this class is for you. Sure it might be the only class you could do well in, but you're doing more than well, aren't you. No point in worrying now, its a perfectly nice day, no reason to ruin it with stress.

Besides you're pretty sure the last Rugby game before graduation is going to be held today, and that's a little more important that figuring out how much work you have left to do before you get that pretty degree and can tell everyone how wonderful nature and its creatures are without being ignored or laughed at, then maybe people will respect their fellows on this earth. You hoped they would at least.

It seems like only moments before old Owen finish giving his lecture on the intricacies of the African Lion's social dynamic or whatever it was he was calling it. He'd be reading from your notes by the next time he holds this lecture, you're sure.

Picking up your book bag, and the barely readable notes scattered in front of you, you turn, tugging on the dress you "have" to wear when you're attending these classes. You're not against wearing dresses, but this one is particuarly stiff and uncomfortable, which doesn't do anything to improve your mood.

Nor does pig nose trying to get your attention and start a conversation, but you can ignore him. Unlike this dress, with how long your stride is by habit, its practically a cage of fabric and cloth. But hey! at least you can wear your breeches under it, for all the good that does.

But its a nice day, no time to be getting upset about this shitty dress you're going to use for kindling next time you go camping, there's that rugby match, and you promised Jojo and Dio you'd watch it. The sun is high, the air is warm and soothing with a nice cooling breeze. Perfect weather for a picnic, maybe you'll find a nice quiet spot to have one later?

You sighed as you walked your way through the halls and crowds. There was chattering and boring conversation all around you, but once outside it was replaced with the most lovely of music. Bird song, it was hard not to be distracted by it, but you could pick out which species were singing and trying to find themselves a lady, or which ones were fighting over territory.

Everyone who called you dull or lackwitted, they didn't know the world beneath those lovely songs, but you did. They couldn't tell a pigeon from a partridge.

But well, they'd just say what was the point in knowing, like nature was something that could be ignored and forgotten.

It boiled your blood, but you tried your best to push those thoughts to the back of your mind as you tried to remember where exactly The Rugby Tournaments final match was being held.

Well actually you didn't need to, considering that men were the easiest beasts of all to track, just had to follow the noise and cheers. Didn't even have to look for tracks or territorial markings.
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>>4504612
Hell, you could probably do it blindfold, considering you just remembered all the games were always held in the direct center of the academy grounds. But, well you weren't good with directions sometimes anyway, just ignore the fact you had forgotten that fact while ranting in your head about how blind most people were to the world around them.

Not like anyone could read your thoughts and learn this embarrassing secret after all. And even if you hadn't remembered it, you would've still found your way to it. Just stepping a bit down the path from the building the lecture was being held in and you can already hear the cheering and shouting.

But then again you could hear it even if you were had gone walking away from the grounds for an hour or two.

You could get the excitement, but it was droning out the bird song, the last you'd hear before the air turned cold and they migrated. Kind of annoying.

You can see the two teams playing already just by walking a minute or two more, as well as the crowds in the stands shouting, jeering and cheering disrupting what might be the last kind of warm day of the year, before autumn and then winter

What do you do?
[] Join the crowd and cheer for Jojo and Dio
[] Think how much you wish you could've joined the team
[] (Burning blood) make the rest of the crowd seem quite with your cheering
[] (Hunter) Just watch them from here, you have good enough vision anyways and Jojo and Dio tend to stand out.
[] write in
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>>4504627
>[] (Burning blood) make the rest of the crowd seem quite with your cheering
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>>4504627
[] (Burning blood) make the rest of the crowd seem quite with your cheering
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>>4504627
>[] (Burning blood) make the rest of the crowd seem quite with your cheering
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>>4504644
>>4504637
>>4504628
Alright, writing
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But you ignore that, there's still a few more days of bird song to enjoy, now you have to show your friends your support. Picking up the hem of your skirt, like you did when you were a little girl, you sprint over to the field not wanting to miss a single moment more of the game. It's been so wrong since you had to run in a dress, you've forgotten how big of a pain in the ass it was.

Somehow you get to the field without tripping and meeting the ground, and as to be expected, you're the only girl in the crowd, and the men on the edge of the stands give you dirty or confuse looks as you come marching up, trying to keep your temper in check. It really is a pain in the ass moving in this thing.

"Move!" You bark, pushing your way onto the stands, none of the men complaining about your lack of manners, or pushing back for that matter. Its a tight squeeze and its stuffy already just standing on the edge of a crowd this packed. The games already started, it seems, judging from the show of brutality playing out before your eyes. Its enough to get your blood practically boiling, in a good way. Its exciting, and you wish you could join the field yourself but, well even if you could take the beating that'd give you.

You are a bit shorter than anyone on the field, from what you can tell, all you'd be is a road bump, even if you kept hoping back to your feet after being trampled. But how much fun it'd be.

And then you see it, familiar heads of blue and gold hair. Jojo and Dio, working together as easily as two wolves would in hunter. The other team doesn't have a chance with the two of them on the field.

It could just be the two of them and they'd be able to win, they're both built of sterner stuff than other men, and together they're damn near an unstoppable force. It'd be a lie to say you weren't a little jealous.

You start cheering, not saying anything besides raising your voice loud enough to be heard over the din of the rest of the crowd. Suddenly it doesn't feel as cramped, so you start waving and throwing your arms up.

And even as he makes a play to stop the other team's runner, Jojo looks your way and smiles. Dio remains focused, both of them moving and weaving through the chaos of the field. But you have an easy time following them, even with the speed of their movements.

Dio moves first, slamming his shoulder into the runner, sending him stumbling away from the safety of his guards. And then Jojo comes flying in with a full body tackle.

You hear the thud of the two of them hitting the ground and yell even louder.

"YES THAT'S WHAT WE CAME TO SEE JOJO! AMAZING WORK THERE DIO! INCREDIBLE!" You roar, stomping your feet as Jojo hops back to his feet, brushing himself off

Dio rubs his shoulder, and approaches his brother in all but name, returning his smirk as they lock hands and look in the other's eyes. They break away with a nod as the match resumes, after the runner who got pounded into the dirt somehow manages to sit back up.

cont
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>>4504743
"KEEP IT UP KEEP IT UP! SLAUGHTER THEM!" You continue to yell despite the fact nothing is happening yet. And you can feel some very annoyed glares on the back of your "THEY CAN'T STOP ONE OF YA, LET ALONE BOTH! JOOOOJOOO! DIOOOOOO!"

"thanks for the support Anna" Dio says with a warm smile, waving at you as Jojo laughs. He's relaxed, while Jojo is coiled like a spring, waiting to be unleashed

"Much the same, was beginning to wonder what was keeping you" Jojo says "Glad to have your support"

You grin manically, clenching your fists and stomping your feet. You can barely restrain yourself from yelling more. Hell its hard not to run down there and join in yourself! sure you've only played friendly games of rugby before, but you took to boxing easily, so why not rugby to?

"THEY DON'T HAVE A CHANCE! BRUTALIZE THEM! BARREL THROUGH THEM, CAN'T STOP YOU SO WHY TOY WITT THEM!? CRUSH EM!" You cheer as the game actually starts again, not even hearing any other cheers now "GO GO DIO! GO GO JOJO! GO GO DIO GO GO JOJO!"

There might be other people chanting with you, but they certainly can't be heard over you. All this yelling is actually making your jaw sore and your face hot. Probably gonna ruin your voice for the next few days, but that's a small cost to show your friends your support.

And as expected, the other team really doesn't stand a chance against them, in half the time it took Dio and Jojo to take out their runner, their team has scored a point, Jojo running and Dio keeping his back secure.

"WOOOO! AMAZING SHOW RIGHT THERE!" You cheer, cupping your hands around your mouth to be even louder "ARE YOU OTHER LADS EVEN TRYING?! NOT LIKE YOU HAVE A CHANCE BUT COME ON! AT LEASY PLAY"

Dio laughs while Jojo shakes his head.

"NO CHANCE NO CHANCE NO CHANCE!" You chant, roaring above the other teams supporter, and making the man closet to you cover his ears.

"I pity the man who marries you" he says as you take a breath to keep shouting.

"GO GO JOJO, GOGO DIO! KICK THEIR ASSES, RED AND BLACK! MURDER THEM!" You scream as the game goes starts again.

And even you can tell how uncomfortable that made everyone within a mile of you feel, besides Jojo and Dio of course, Dio is laughing loudly even though he's playing now. Probably because of the outrage and scandalization you're creating just by being yourself.
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The last moment of the game, its neck and neck despite your best efforts to keep the spirts of the opposing team down. Jojo has the ball, your hands are covered in sweat, your throat aches and your voice has started to lose much of its volume and power! you're going to be quieter than a mouse for a day or two after this, but its worth it.

You just yell your friends name as he runs, the other team trying to pull him down by sheer weight of numbers, but he just keeps running, dragging at least five other men on his back like he was dragging a sack of potatoes. He's always been strong, so its easy to believe.
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>>4504771
But even he has his limits, he starts to slow to a crawl, he's going to be taken down.

Then Dio comes running by, in the blink of an eye, he has the ball, and he's running for the goal as most of the other team falls on Jojo. They don't realize its too late until Dio scores.

"YES!" You roar, stomping your foot hard enough to shake the stands it seems "YES! AMAZING PLAY! AMAZING! GREAT GAME THERE! THAT WAS INCREDIBLE! BOTH OF YOU ARE JUST INCREDIBLE!"

oh, seems like the rest of the crowd had gotten off the stands at some point.

Jojo comes up, patting dio on the back, you can't hear what they're saying from here exactly, but you hear enough to know they're both congragulating the other for a good game. The rest of their team is cheering as well.

But when you try it just comes out hoarse and painful. Maybe you went a little overboard

What do you do?
[] wait for the crowd to disperse and then congratulate them
[] Push your way through it to tell them now! (str check)
[] (burning blood) find that bastard who made that wife comment
[] write in
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>>4504778
>[] wait for the crowd to disperse and then congratulate them
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>>4504778
[] Push your way through it to tell them now! (str check)
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>>4504778
>[] Push your way through it to tell them now! (str check)
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>>4504778
>[] Push your way through it to tell them now! (str check)
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>>4504801
>>4504799
>>4504794
Alright,
roll 1d20+ str DC 14
best out of three
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Rolled 20 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>4504817
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>>4504822
NICE! Writing
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But that thought only crosses your mind for the briefest of moments, as soon as you've seen your friends have run, you're off the stands and running. And sure there's a little problem of the crowd gathering around them, cheering and congratulating them and trying to get a piece of the glory of the victory Jojo and Dio won.

But its just a little problem, you might be a woman, but you know how to throw your weight around. Namely with your shoulders. You don't get pushed around as you use your shoulders to part the sea of bodies, slowly down only so you don't end up slamming into the out wall of men. Then once you're inside its as easy as wedging between the gaps and pushing whoever is in your way. Some of the ruder men or the ones you've annoyed with your screaming push back and try to block you, but you just shove them and move past them when they stumble, and the crowd is only so thick. So within moments of stepping inside of the mob, you're outside of it, your hair a bit messier than it was when you went in, but you've never cared about things like that anyways.

"JOJO!" You shout as you clear the rest of the distance, lifting your dress up so it doesn't tangle and trip you "DIO!"

Jojo winces, hearing how ragged your voice has become from all your yelling. There's someone with a ledger and pen talking to them, but he isn't now. Cause you are.

"Anna, you really need to learn the meaning of restraint, one of these days" Jojo says kindly "All of the cheering in the world isn't worthy hurting yourself over"

"That's where we disagree, Joestar" You say with a grin as he chuckles and shakes his head while the man who had been talking to them tries to speak up

"Oh never change, Anna" Jojo says warmly as you stop right in front of him and Dio "Though I'm pretty sure everyone within a few miles knows we've won now"

"Wouldn't have it any other way, is it really a victory without our dear Anna screaming loud enough to wake the dead?" Dio asks teasingly "I think I can still hear that last one"

"Oh shut up" You say with a laugh, crossing your arms "But, you really did amazing out there, congrats on winning the tournament you two, best playing I've ever seen"

"Thank you, but it was a team effort" Jojo says humbly, bowing his head as Dio rolls his eyes "outside of just me and dio here, it'd be rude to claim only the two of us won"

"We did play amazingly though" Dio says "And also scored most of the points, so she isn't wrong, is she?"

"That's probably cause no one else could hear anything" You say with a smug sneer as Jojo visibly wilts at his adoptive brother's boasting.

"Alright, I'll admit we were the star players, but without the rest of the team did just as much work as Dio and I" Jojo says trying to defend the rest of their team's dignity

"Well lets see you get that message over the gospel Anna is preaching" Dio sneers, hitting Jojo lightly on his shoulder
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>>4504921

"Yeah Jojo, take some pride in it for once" You say happily as Jojo smiles "None of them are going to think you of all people are looking down on them"

"Its true, everyone knows you're one hell of a guy, brother" Dio says "Just bask in their praises"

"I had enough from Anna" Jojo says simply "I'm sure everyone heard enough of it from her, no offense of course"

"I TAKE PRIDE IN I..i" You try to yell before a stab of pain in your throat stops you mid shout "Pride in it"

Dio winces as Jojo sighs.

"Okay, lets calm down before you lose your voice" He says softly "At this rate you won't be able to talk for half a week"

"And that'd just be a shame, wouldn't it?" Dio adds, trying to stop himself from smiling as widely as he wants to.

"Bleh" You say sticking your tongue out for a second "I'm fine"

"But thank you for all your support" Jojo says in his usual gentle tone "It really means a lot, to both of us, doesn't it Dio"

"I know its my favorite part of these matches, at least" Dio says, nodding as he looks around "Well, almost as much as winning them"

What do you do?
[] spend some time talking with the two of them, about the future and the fact that Erina's coming back!
[] shamelessly flirt with Dio
[] Ask if either of them have any interest in hunting lions
[] congratulate them one last time, before going to visit Mirra.
[] write in
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>>4504945
>[] shamelessly flirt with Dio
Fuck it, budding romance with Dio over the years.
He's the only (single) boy within 500 miles who has a spine when it comes to Anna.
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>>4504945
>[] shamelessly flirt with Dio
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>>4504945
[] shamelessly flirt with Dio

Bloodlinebloodlinebloodline
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>>4504961
>>4504957
>>4504951
Spicy! writing!
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>be me, in classes all day
>get back to computer, check how the quest's progressed
>mfw we're flirting with Dio
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And your heart flutters as your eyes meet Dio's briefly. and though it lasted but a moment it brings a familiar sense of warmth to your chest. One that grows to a low heat from the melodic sound of his lovely near addictive voice. It wasn't the first time Brando had made you feel weightless and got your heart fluttering, oh nowhere near it. You grew up together, practically, and he's always had a certain charm to him. And its not like it was just a one sided crush. You might not be the smartest, but even you noticed how differently he looked at you compared to other girls, or the way he spoke to you when you were alone. You noticed around four years ago, really, but it had been happening for longer when you thought back on it. Not to mention, of every boy and young man whose tried to get your attention and favor over the years, Dio was the only one that you didn't mind trying. Hell you enjoyed it! his voice was sweeter than any honey. and hearing it share all those little secrets and sweet promises he made you when you were alone together, it practically made you giddy

Sure it wasn't official, not like you were his girlfriend or anything, but you were courting, if you could call it that. He wasn't asking for your hand in a dance, or writing poetry or arranging visits. No way in hell would Dio do something as boring as that, if he tried it'd sour the feelings you have for him. You flirted, back and forth, spent time alone and talked about things even one as bold as yourself wouldn't share with anyone but Dio. Even gone a few dates, late into the evening.

You were certain Dio knew more about you than anyone else, and that you knew more about Dio than anyone else. It had been a slow burn for sure, from awkward flirting, to hand holding, to open compliments and stolen kisses, gifts and days spent together, dancing and of course sharing secrets and making promises. And that was before Dio and you got a bit bolder showing the other your love and attraction.

Which is why, without thinking, or caring what all those around you would think of you after you said it.

Rather bawdily and boldy, with a teasing smile on your lips and blush on your cheeks, you said
"Oh? so you like it when I scream your name then? Dio?" You say, your sore throat turning what was supposed to be a purring temptation into a hoarse, low almost growl "If you'd like, I could do it some more later, maybe even all night"

You brush your hand through your hair, trying to look seductive even though you hadn't actually slept with Dio or anything close to it but that didn't mean it wasn't on your mind.

Jojo, as innocent as he is mannered doesn't seem to understand what you're saying and shoots you a completely confused look. Dio on the other hand instantly realizes what you're implying.
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>>4505233

"Bold as ever" He says back, narrowing his eyes, leaning close to you and talking quietly "I love your voice no matter what you're saying, but I think, I'd practically melt if I had the privelage of that "Song", My dear Anna"

Then the shoe drops for Jojo and his eyes go wide with a mixture of anger and disbelief.

"DIO! you!" He says, looking between the two of you, completely flabbergasted, only biting his tongue when he remembers you're in public and surrounded by a crowd who very much heard what you had to say.

You just smile smugly as Jojo chokes, and struggles to speak, before he grabbed onto Dio's collar

"You haven't...out of wedlock?" You hear him say as his voice raises out of the whisper, Dio just smiles

"Not yet' He says, and you think Jojo might have a heart attack then and there.

"Yet?! Anna have some shame" Jojo says, turning a brilliant shade of red "and Dio! don't encourage her!"

"He's done more than just encourage" You say, mostly just to mess with Jojo

"Well, I wouldn't say its gotten that far, unfortunately" He replies almost instantly as their friends just stare in disbelief

You could hear a pin drop.

What do you do?
[] Laugh and ask Jojo if he didn't realize you and Dio have been a couple for awhile now
[] Continue to flirt, mostly to fluster Jojo, cause its funny
[] Point out that you're a grown woman, and Dio has been quite the gentleman so far
[] Brush it under the rug, laughing, and ask Jojo and Dio what their plans are.
[] write in

>>4505204
this pear?
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>>4505204
We need the Congenital traits and bloodline man, its a sacrifice we must take
>>4505244
[] Brush it under the rug, laughing, and ask Jojo and Dio what their plans are.
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>>4505244
>[] Brush it under the rug, laughing, and ask Jojo and Dio what their plans are.
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>>4505244
[] Brush it under the rug, laughing, and ask Jojo and Dio what their plans are.
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>>4505265
>>4505257
>>4505251
writing
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>>4505251
Dio being the best choice for that is rather debatable though. Being the Padme to his Anakin, so to speak, is much more likely, though minus the dying in childbirth and plus blowing his undead brains out with metal silver overdrive bullets.
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>>4505353
We'll force him to pay child support at gunpoint.
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"Well anyways, no reason to talk about it, just a bit of harmless flirting" You say laughing and trying to change the subject. not that your uncomfortable, hell hopefully words spreads around so pig nose will leave you alone for the last few classes you'll need to attend. Or maybe he'll try and pick a fight with Dio, that'd be an entertaining show, if a short one. Only person besides yourself who has a chance in the ring with Dio would be Jojo, its been like that since you were kids.

"flirting" Jojo repeats, his tone showing he really doesn't believe that's all it is "that was...a few steps above normal flirting"

"And why would I flirt the normal way" You ask bluntly "batting my eye lashes, acting coy and meek, bah"

"What you don't believe I've kept my honor, Jojo" Dio asks as Jojo gives him a long, serious stare before sighing

"Both of you are simply too bold, simply too bold" He say, rubbing his forehead "I know not to expect any different from you Anna, But Dio"

Jojo's talking like he's dio's mother, scolding him.

"Remember you're a gentleman, to talk about such things in public is just simply crude" Jojo says as Dio smirks.

"Anna doesn't seem to mind" He says with a shrug

"Lets be honest, she doesn't mind much, and I expect as such from her" Jojo says, and yeah he isn't wrong, you really aren't bothered by most things that'd bother a proper lady, it might make you angry, but you're just as likely to laugh as you are to fly into a rage "But you, as a gentleman should..."

"Come on, calm down Jojo" You laugh at how seriously he's taking a bit of flirting, but then again he always cared more about your reputation than you did yourself "I've said bawdier, its no big deal. Relax!"

"Certainly not enough to necessitate a scolding" Dio said with an annoyed huff "I don't go digging through the letters you send Erina, do I?"

"That's because they're private, unlike saying something of that nature in pu..." Jojo tries to explain before he just gives up, squeezing his forehead "No point in arguing, Anna will keep doing it and more boldly if I try to stop her anyways, but you should know better"

Dio chuckles, the crowd having left when they realized how awkward of a conversation you were having.

"I am being serious" Jojo says "I can stand Anna's shamelessness, I've become inured to it, but not so for the man who I consider my brother's"

You try not to laugh more at that, it just seems funny to you.

"Anyways, what are your plans today, Dio?" You say, lingering your gaze on his handsome face before turning to jojo "Jojo?"

"Besides defending my friend's chastity?" He says, in a way that doesn't tell if he's being serious or joking around "I suppose I'll have to look over my thesis at some point, but I can think of nothing I really have planned"

"Well, you've given me something I want to do" Dio says casually, tapping his chin "But, I doubt it'll happen, and I also have nothing planned today, why?
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>>4505370
"Dio" Jojo says sternly as you snort trying not to smile while he's looking at you.

"I figured I'd be honest" Dio says raising his hands up "you know I won't do it"

Jojo gives him a long hard stare. Ever the gentleman, that Jojo, even though he knows you and Dio have been flirting like this for awhile, and even tried to give him advice during the early parts of your "courtship".
Guess the whole "screaming his name" comment was a bridge too far for his sensibility.

What do you say?
[] Well what about the future?
[] Ah, I was going to visit Mirra to have my fortune told, if either of you were interested
[] Just checking if you were both free to celebrate
[] Really? nothing? when did you two get so boooring? Wanna box for old times sake? Same rules as always? Bare knuckle?
[] write in
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>>4505390
>[] Ah, I was going to visit Mirra to have my fortune told, if either of you were interested
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>>4505353
So who would be the sand people then?
>>4505360
Maybe that's why he rejects his humanity in this time line,
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>>4505390
>[] Ah, I was going to visit Mirra to have my fortune told, if either of you were interested
>>4505397
Hmmm. He doesn't have a mother to go be kidnapped either... But Jojo is as good an Obi-Wan analog as we're likely to get.
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>>4505390
>[] Well what about the future?
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>>4505390
>[] Ah, I was going to visit Mirra to have my fortune told, if either of you were interested
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>>4505512
>>4505394
>>4505405
Visiting Mirra wins, writing
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But he'll get over it and forgive you and Dio for acting like animals, he always does, since he's one of your closest friends. Though he probably won't leave you alone with Dio for awhile, just to be safe, which is going to be a real pain. You enjoy your talks with him, they're enjoyable and sweet, and he'll clam up with Jojo around.

But its just a minor little annoyance, you've dealt with worse after all.

"Ah" You say, speaking before Dio could dig the hole he was standing in any deeper "I was going to visit Mirra to have my fortune told, if either of you were interested in tagging along"

"Oh, she's moved onto fortune telling now?" Jojo asks curiously, a gentle smile back on his lips and warmth in his voice once more "Wasn't she doing séances last week? or am I thinking of last month"

"OH she's always dabbled in it, once she found that book about the tarot" You say with a shrug "but she's been trying out other methods, lately, so I take it you wanna come along? What about you Dio"

"I'd like to at least watch" Jojo says glancing at Dio

"Me or the telling?" Dio asks, glancing back at his brother, a sly look in his eyes "And of course I'll come along, been meaning to drop by soon for a telling anyways"

"Good, she should be free today anyways" You say happily before a stray thought crosses your mind and you laugh

"What's funny about that?" Dio asks, sounding as confused as Jojo did a few moments ago "Even I, Dio, am curious about what the future holds for me"

"No no, not that Dio, I just remembered, those girls who used to call her a witch, they visit her for readings near every day now" You laugh as Dio chuckles.

"Ahh, I remember them, didn't you drag one to her house by her ear once?" Dio asks, chuckling and grinning as Jojo smiles "Funny how much things can change"

"I can tell you I gave some of them a piece of mind more than once" Jojo says, adjusting his collar "Never understood why they thought she was a witch, all she did was read stories and sit alone...absolutely unforgiveable"

"Well, I think its particularly funny, now that she acts like a witch, they've stopped calling her one" Dio says, with one last chuckle before he breathes through his nose, and looking back to you with love in his eyes "though that might be through fear more than anything"

"Oh she wouldn't care if they did now, they pay her you know" You say with a smirk and a feeling of pride rushing to your head "and they leave her alone until they "need" her guidance"

"Good for her" Jojo says, as the three of you start to walk away from the field, in the general area of where you know the Barrets to live "but I can't imagine she'd want them to stick around"

"They'd cut into her reading time if they did" Dio says, smirking "or risk encountering that ghost of hers...haven't heard anything about that in awhile"
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>>4505982

"Maybe she helped it passed on, don't ask her about it, since its attached to bad memories, you know" You say with a shrug "Maybe it got satisfied and went to bother someone else"

"Hopefully, it tormented her for how long after all?" Jojo asks his eyes filled with pity for Mirra as he spoke, the wind ruffling his odd blue hair "it was queer how it came to attach itself to her anyways"

"Personal hauntings are rarer than attached hauntings, but they do still occur" You say, repeating some of the knowledge Mirra shared with you, a long time ago.

"taken directly from our mystics mouth, hmm?" Dio says, still wearing a wide smile "but who knows with the dead, maybe its just waiting"

"For what?" Jojo asks as a single word rushes through your mind and out of your mouth.

"Danger" Dio says at the same time you do. It makes you laugh and him go a bit red in the face.

Jojo just looks at the both of you with a coy smirk, but says nothing, but you can imagine what he's thinking, rather easily in fact
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"Ah" Tired Mr barret says as his new butler calls him to the gate, he's wearing a heavy coat and scarf, must be feeling the cold a bit early "I hope you three aren't here to play into my daughter's delusions? If I hear one more request for a palm reading in my walls I may just lost my mind"

He laughs, coughing a bit before smiling gently.

"Oh Anna, I must ask, how is your mother doing, I heard from old Mortimer she caught a cold last week, has she recovered?" He asks warmly, eyes filled with kindness and caring.

"Oh, she's as fit as a race horse again, she was only sick for a few days" You say with a bow of your head "Thank you for your concern though, Mr Barret, I'm sure she'll be glad to here it as well"

"Well we're getting on in our age, a simple cold can bring men and women like us lower than any sin" He says with a sage nod, speaking a bit like his daughter tends to do "and Jonathan, Dio, I hope Mr Joestar is doing just as well as Mrs Anderton?"

"Besides a cough and weak knee, he's as healthy as ever, though I do worry about the coming autumn" Jojo says with a frown "they haven't been kind to him since his hair started to turn"

"If it comes to it, I'll personally keep every fire in the manor alive and burning" Dio says, putting his hand on his brother's shoulder "Maybe we could have Mr Pendleton check on him, when they return"

"The won't be back until spring, will they?" Jojo asks, a look of worry written deeply on his face, his voice sounding unusually grim "that's what all her letters say"

"Maybe she's planning to surprise you and they're actually coming back early" You say with a shrug as Jojo's frowns deepens. You can understand why he's worrying, Mr Joestar always gets a nasty cough around this time of year. the colder weather always treats him badly. But he should be better when it begins to warm again in spring. But you can understand why Jojo is worried it won't this time.
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>>4506000
His father is getting older and weaker. All it'd take is one harsh winter and he might not recover in spring. The thought of the kindly Mr Joestar bed bound and withered sends a chill down your spine and makes your head feel...off balanced and foggy.

Best not to think about it.

"Hmmm, well I will pray for his health, but come in come in" Mr barret says as his new butler looks around completely lost in the conversation...the older one must've retired, judging from how out of place this lad feels.

"Make yourselves at home, glad I found you at my gate instead of some lovestruck young lady asking about her future husband or something"Mr barret says, pulling his coat closer to himself. The wind turns cold as you walk to the Mansion proper.

What do you do?
[] Spend some time chatting with Mirra before having your fortune told
[] push Jojo and Dio to get theirs told first
[] (Hunter) "Jojo, I think some fresh air will do your father good...does he have any interest in fox hunting?"
[] "Mirraaaaaa! I've come to get my fortune told! stop hiding and acting mysterious! I know it gets you more customers, but its rather silly to do it to friends, isn't it?!"
[] write in
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>>4506007
>[] Spend some time chatting with Mirra before having your fortune told
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>>4506007
>[] "Mirraaaaaa! I've come to get my fortune told! stop hiding and acting mysterious! I know it gets you more customers, but its rather silly to do it to friends, isn't it?!"
It seems that we weren't quite a good enough influence on Dio. Let's hope Jojo catches on...
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>>4506007
[] "Mirraaaaaa! I've come to get my fortune told! stop hiding and acting mysterious! I know it gets you more customers, but its rather silly to do it to friends, isn't it?!"
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>>4506007
>[] "Mirraaaaaa! I've come to get my fortune told! stop hiding and acting mysterious! I know it gets you more customers, but its rather silly to do it to friends, isn't it?!"
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>>4506139
>>4506122
>>4506106
Being Loud wins! writing
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Cupping your hands around your mouth, you decided to let your old friend know that you've come to pay her a visit, loud and clear. As you always do. Sure its going to hurt your throat a little more, but these are the little sacrifices you have to pay to live life to its fullest.

"MIRRAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" You shout, Mr Barret wincing, and rubbing his ears with an annoyed look, his wrinkles deepening as he did.

"Anna" Dio sighs, voice heavy with concern as Jojo winces, hearing the crackle in your voice.

You rub you throat, giving a weak smile as Dio looks at you with worried anger. But he's not quick enough to tell you to stop.

"I've come to get my fortune told!" You shout into the empty halls of the house, still covered in crosses and religious imagery "Stop hiding and acting mysterious!"

"Please, you're going to just hurt yourself at this point" Dio says, approaching you with his hands held up as Jojo tries to agree with him, but not quick enough to cut you off, as you ignore your boyfriend and your friends concern.

"I Know its gets you more customers" You laugh as Dio puts his hands on your shoulders "But its rather silly to do it to friends, isn't it?!"

Dio presses down on you shoulders gently.

"Don't ruin your lovely voice with all that yelling, you've already did enough damage to it today" He says softly, sweetly, looking down into your eyes, making your heart jam up for a second "Settle down, for my sake alright"

"Aight" You say quickly, turning away so he doesn't see your face turn read

"I love it when you're bashful" He chuckles

"Like talking down a lion, eh Dio" Jojo jokes "drink some tea when you get home, Anna, that sounded painful"

"Eh, doesn't bother me" You say, wincing at the scratchy feeling in your throat, yeah you were going to sound like you drank gravel for awhile after today.

"Could you be any louder?" You hear from somewhere in the maze of halls "A little "Hey Mirra I'm here to visit, would more than suffice, Anna"

"MI!" you begin to say before Dio grips your shoulders "Mirra"

"Yes, its me" She says, dressed up in her "Work clothes", a light blue hooded robe, marked with runes that she told you were Norse in origin, with drapes of dark purple, gold and black silk hanging over her arms and chest, with symbols she told you were Egyptian weaved into them.

She was brushing her glasses with the back of her sleeve, her hair tied into two long braids. She showed her face as she pulled off her hood, jewelry glinting in the light of the evening

"Hello Anna" She says happily, eyes glinting as she looked to Dio and Jojo behind you "And Dio and Jojo! my what a surprise"

"You could at least act excited to see the rest of us" Dio says with a laugh as Mirra shrugs

"Good to see you to, Mirra" Jojo says politely "I' hope you've been well"

"Its just how I talk, you know that, Dio" Mirra says in her usual dull and emotionless way, adjusting her glasses "And yes, I have been well, Jojo"
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>>4506259
"And I'm teasing, I know" Dio says with a smirk on his lips "Its just, the only time you sound anything close to excited is when you're with Anna or reading"

"She's my closest friend" Mirra says with a soft smile "and I could say the same about you, as well"

Dio's hands grip your shoulders

"Well that's good, I'm glad you've been doing well" Jojo says with a bow "You know Erina will be coming back by next year?"

"Yes, Anna told me" Mirra says with a nod back

"Yes I did" You say proudly, wriggling out of Dio's strong hands to get closer to your dear friend. She just looks up into your eyes "and I'm also happy you're still well, Mirra, always happy to see you happy...so how about you.."

"Tell your fortunes, yes, I heard you" She says, cutting you off before you finish talking "And you two should know telling her to stop yelling will just make her louder"

"I got her to quiet down, didn't I?" Dio says, making you smile. He did manage it, with his usual charm.

"After she could've woken the dead" Mirra sas with a roll of her eyes, and you're not sure if she means it literally "But still somewhat impressive, I guess"

"Give me credit where credit is due!" Dio shouts with laughter in his eyes

"He is one of the few people who Anna listens to" Jojo adds, stepping further into the hallway "admittedly"

What do you say
[] "So, how many idiots did you lure in with that mystic act of yours, Mirra?"
[] "Hey Dio, why don't we ask her cards what the future holds for us"
[] "Hey, hey, Mirra, Mirra! Can you tell me how I'm going to die?"
[] "Oy, Jojo, why don't you go first, I can imagine you're worrying about the future"
[] write in
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>>4506007
>Mr Joestar always gets a nasty cough around this time of year. the colder weather always treats him badly. But he should be better when it begins to warm again in spring.
bruh Dio be poisoning still.

>>4506000
Maybe Mirras stand is prob an autonomous kind? Since she never seemed to have the ability to control it?

Also fuck Dio is prob playing us to get us out of the way. The best solution is to either kill him or fuck him straight. That 5 END will surely cum in handy.
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>>4506276
>[] "Oy, Jojo, why don't you go first, I can imagine you're worrying about the future"
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>>4506276
>[] "Oy, Jojo, why don't you go first, I can imagine you're worrying about the future"
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>>4506277
Or it could be a spooky ghost, that just so happens to have an [ability], like a stand, and protects Mirra, like a stand would.
also, remember Holly?
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>>4506276
>[] write in

"What will my child be like?"

While shamelessly feeling Dio up in a (half) joking manner.

Since we plan on marrying before smashing any result will imply our future existence past the main events of phantom blood.

Also gives us a chance to further inundate ourselves to Dio.

Yes there is no way this could go wrong.
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>>4506296
Support
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>>4506296
changing to support this.
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>>4506296
>>4506315
>>4506325
what a nice write in, and it wins! writing
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"Anyways, enough gossip, Anna wants her fortune told, and I'm sure both of you will also ask for a reading" Mirra said, putting two fingers to her forehead "As well, we can converse after we get the matter of peering into future done and buried, yes?"

"Fine by me, we can talk while you predict as well anyways' You say with a shrug as you follow Mirra to her parlor, as she calls it, her long robes trailing over the floor and the rug laid over it. An odd shadow is cast on the wall behind her, but then again her house has always had a spooky, hollowed feel to it that you could never explain so it may just be the atmosphere playing with your mind.

"Well, I at least want to see what the future has in store for me" Dio says as he follows behind the two of you, down a hall of windows, the old willow outside casting it in a dim shroud of shadow "So you're half right in that prediction at least, Mirra"

"Not much of a prediction" She says a bit bluntly, glancing back to you and Dio, with a small frown on her pale lips and her eyes heavy and bagged from her habit of staying up late into the night, reading and studying books that are more apart than they are together.

She turns and starts to walk again, her braids bouncing by her shoulders with every step she took.

"But I'll get to your reading after I'm done with Anna's, what about you Jojo? was I right in my assumption you'd want one as well?" Mirra asks, as she fiddles with the brass doorknob leading to what used to be a smoking room before she "stole" it from her father and filled it with all of her, sometimes disturbing, knickknacks and occult thingymabobs.

"I have a question or two, but I'm happy to wait for their answers" Jojo said kindly, squinting his eyes as the door swung open. A rush of cold air came out as Mirra stepped inside of it, thin cloth and beads hanging from the ceiling, casting the already dark room in a web like shadow. The scent of wood and spice came from herbs and bark she had burning along the great oak table set in the center with a red cloth draped over it, stone sigils and signs set to hold it in place.

The flames danced as you walked in, your nose and lungs filling with the mind clouding aroma...did she have cinnamon burning to, today? you could also pick out sage, a bit of lavender and mugwort? among other scents you didn't have a name for. Whatever they were, they made the air thick and heavy with smoke, that clouded the mind and vision.

She moved like a ghost through the haze of the smoke to one end of the table. Four chairs sat opposite to her, heavy curtains drawn behind, blocking out the slowly setting sun. Sitting in the high back chair, that hadn't been sanded down and looked half like a tree trunk she had dragged out of the woods somehow, she seemed all the like a great priest to a forgotten faith. The fire light caught on her glasses and made it seem like her eyes were glowing a baleful orange.
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>>4506382

You can see why she had such success telling fortunes, fates and the other little "services" she offered. Despite being short and slight and quite, she made quite the imposing figure surrounded by smoke and fire, dressed in those robes, surrounded by chalices, dried herbs, gems and carved idols. And the bones she had set up keeping up the books behind her, it certainly brought to mind the abode of some lonesome wizard of ages past, dragged to the modern era.

"So, sit, my friends" She says happily, smaking her hands on the table and leaving over it "Don't mind the mess, or the wax spilled on the table, last customer was a little jittery"

"Can't imagine why" Dio muttered, following you as you sat down and kicked your legs up on the table, taking the chair next to you, covering his mouth. Looked like his eyes were going to water from all the smoke in the air

"Ah" Jojo said, leaving a seat between himself and Dio, looking around the dark room with curiosity "Oh Nordic runes...are those Aztec carvings I see as well? Or am I mistaking them for another American culture"

"Correct" Mirra said happily, turning to you and grimacing "HAaa, Anna your feet are on Isis's symbol"

"Isis can bite me if she wants to complain about it" You say with a confident grin as Mirra hung her head, throwing up her head

"I'll ignore it for now" She grumbled "So, palm reading, Tarots, runes or bones"

"I like the cards" You say, leaning back into your chair "they're easy to make sense of"

"As you wish" She says, opening a pouch in the center of the table, and taking a stack of cards, setting them in front of you "Shuffle them while you think about what you'll ask"

You turn to Dio, smiling gently as he rubbed his bronze colored eyes, trying to sooth them as the smoke seemed to whirl around him, like it was seeking him out. You take the cards, cutting the deck and shuffling them as the question now burns in your mind

You grabbed hold of his strong arm, feeling its muscles and running a hand down it, as you placed the other on his chest. He leaned into you, so you rested your head against his shoulder, letting your hair drape and flow down his back as you clung to him tightly.

"What will my child be like?" You purr, dancing your hand over Dio's chest before dragging it a little lower. He stiffened up for a second before his muscles relaxed and he pressed closer to you.

His arm went around your waist a moment later, warmth rushing to your head and chest the second her did. What bliss.

Mirra adjusted her glasses.

"Aren't you being a bit too affectionate?" She asks as you laugh

"I like seeing your reaction to it, its cute" You say flippantly, though that was just half of the reason you why you were acting so lovey-dovey "And amusing"

"Sure" Mirra said, rolling her eyes as Dio snorted, squeezing your waist as he did "Well, what will your future child be like, draw four cards and I'll tell you their meaning"
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>>4506415
You have to let go of Dio to reach the cards, and sit up straight to do it without stretching in a truly uncomfortable fashion.

You pull the first card, and set it down on the red cloth, in the center of the fire light.

"Three of swords" Mirra says, as you see the drawing of three blades piercing a heart "Heartbreak, sorrow, hurt. these are the omens that will proceed your child's birth, or perhaps what will hang over it"

You swallow hard, that's not a good start, you draw a second card and lay it over the first, trying to forget it and what it foretells quickly, a chill crawling up your hands as you see the next card, clenching your other hand into Dio's shirt as you see it. Please don't be worse, please don't be worse.

"Ah, the nine of pentacles! the card of Abundance and luxury" Mirra says with a grin, the fire lighting up her teeth and making them seem to be made of silver "Seems your child won't want for much after its birth, good...or maybe it means you'll have twins? or more"

that eased your worries a bit, but...well you hadn't learned anything ABOUT your child yet.

"And when am I going to learn what they're like?" You ask frowning as you let go of Dio and cross your arms

"The next two cards, will reveal as much as these cards can, I feel" Mirra says with a nod "The first two merely tell what will proceed the child, and what will follow it, maybe instead of twins, the nine of pentacles means your firstborn will have many little brothers and sisters... though the three of swords only tells of sorrow and grief, can't imagine any other way to explain it besides that"

You liked the sound of that more than twins, really.

Nodding, you put a hand to your chin and drew the next card, and turned it over to study it.

Facing you was a drawing nine sticks tied together by string.
Furrowing your brow, you set it down on the stack

"Ah, nine of wands! and upright to, your first child will be brave, tenacious and resilient" Mirra says with a smile "Sounds quite familiar doesn't it?"

It sounded like yourself, pretty much.

"So they'll take after their mother" Dio says nodding slowly

"This is truly fascinating" Jojo said though you weren't sure if he was talking about the fortune telling, or the various occult objects Mirra had gathered around herself.

"Well that's good, the first card had me worried" You say, feeling a bit of your worries and fears fleeing from these last two cards "one more card right?"

"Yes, it will tell of your child's future, vaguely" Mirra said, leaning further over the table, her hood covering her face in shadows, outside of her glasses catching the light of the fire again, glowing a deep orange color. Like a demon. Kind of scary.
You draw the next card without looking

"Four of swords? No major tarot?" Mirra asks, sounding a little disappointed and more than a little surprised

"What does it mean" You ask, not looking down at it, or pulling your hand away from it|
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>>4506450

"Well, it can mean Rest and Relaxation, it can mean meditation and contemplation" Mirra says with a sigh, taking off her hood "Either way, it seems your first child will follow a period of Sorrow, they'll have a youth of Abundance and luxury or plenty of little siblings, they themselves will be quite upstanding, Brave, Strong and Tenacious, and the future holds either an easy life, or a studious one, depending on how you interpret the four of swords...all in all, it seems like your firstborn will have quite the life, maybe they'll come to bring cheer to an otherwise bleak time?"

You frown, stomach twisting and mind clouded with worried thoughts. Mostly because of that first card, the three of swords. with all the thoughts running through your head, it felt as if it would burst.

Sure if the cards were right, your child would have a good life, but what was going to cause that sorrow that came before their life? the pain? the heart break. It made you feel uneasy and worried.

What do you do?
[] Thank Mirra for the reading and think on what the three of swords could mean
[] "Well Dio, what are you going to ask? I'm happy with what the future holds ...more or less"
[] "Does the three of swords have any other meanings, Mirra?"
[] Demand a second reading, for more details
[] write in
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>>4506459
>[] "Well Dio, what are you going to ask? I'm happy with what the future holds ...more or less"
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>>4506459
>[] "Does the three of swords have any other meanings, Mirra?"
then
[] Thank Mirra for the reading and think on what the three of swords could mean
Gotta get on that foreshadowing grind.
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>>4506459
>[] "Does the three of swords have any other meanings, Mirra?"
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>>4506459
>[] "Does the three of swords have any other meanings, Mirra?"
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>>4506504
>>4506485
>>4506484
Asking if the three of swords has another meaning wins, writing.
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"Does the three of swords have any other meanings, Mirra?" You ask, lightly tapping your fingers on the table to try and calm the storm of thoughts and worries flying through your head, trying to keep from imagining what that damn first card could mean and hoping there was some other meaning Mirra had for some reason left out or forgot to say. The shadows cast by the flames danced and changed as the herbs and bark were eaten away, the room seeming to darken to your eyes while ice formed in your veins and rushed to fill your stomach. But despite trying to pace it, your heart continued to race and hammer in your chest.

Mirra frowned, seeing how worried you looked, with wide eyes and jaw clenched with a nervous smile on your face. Your expression no doubt dripping with the fears and worries that ran through your mind and heart.

She sighed, and hung her head, shadows hiding her face with a mask of black besides the braids falling out from the folds of her robe. She didn't answer for a few moments, those moments seeming to drag on into hours as you tapped the table faster, trying to push away the thoughts on what that card could mean for the future, what misfortune would befall you before your child came into this world. What pain? What sorrow? What heartbreak? Nothing about it promised good things to come, or happy days, and every passing second just dug a deeper, blacker hole in your mind, filling with depressing scenarios and dark dreams. Finally, she answer.

"Not unless it was reversed" She said as you sat up straight, sliding your legs off of the table and leaning over it, nearly jumping up from where you sat as you did.

"And what does it mean when its reversed?" You ask desperatly as Mirra frowns, quietly reaching for the four cards and the deck they belong to.

One by one she places them back into the deck, slowly, painfully slow.

"They're just cards, I'm sure they can be wrong Anna, you shouldn't get so worried about them" Dio says, trying to soothe and calm you as Mirra placed the cards back.

"...What does it mean, Mirra?" Jojo asks curiously and concerned, glancing at you with worried filled eyes.

Mirra pauses as she reaches the three of swords, and with a flick of her wrist, turns it upside down.

"Releasing pain, Optimism, forgiveness" She says, before placing it on the top of her deck, and setting it down on table "And the cards are vague, we don't know what it means, exactly"

"Maybe it was meant to be upside down" You say, still tapping your fingers, though Dio's words and the mere thought of it just being the wrong way around does wonders in easing your worries, but it doesn't banish them. Not at all.

"The cards tell what they tell" Mirra says softly, with a low slow voice, clearly trying to calm you down and put you at ease
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>>4506547
"It doesn't mean some great disaster will happen, maybe like so many mothers before you, you'll fall into a depression during pregnancy, or maybe it just means your child will enter the world soon after another leaves, a natural occurrence..."

You frowned, tapping a bit faster, none of those made it sound any better. And you couldn't hold onto the hope it was meant to be reversed, it was pretty clear in its message even with Mirra trying to lessen the blow of it. And the word she used first just cements that in your mind. Heartbreak. Nothing good could come that, you couldn't imagine anything good being in the future that card hints and foretells of. Everything Mirra says is trying to wash away the worries and fears your mind has created, but it doesn't work.

"Maybe you just stub your toe before the birth, it could just be a little hurt, a small sorrow" She says, leaving out the heartbreak this time "it doesn't mean some great tragedy"

"I suppose" you grumble, slumping back in your chest, feeling a little better but still on edge.

"We won't know until it happens" Mirra says, reaching for your hand, stopping your tapping fingers as she places hers over it.

"I'm sure it's just a little bump in the road" Jojo says gently "like she said, a little thing, not the great tragedy you've made it into in your mind"

"and it isn't a certainty, this is more or less a game after all" Dio say with a chuckle. Mirra growls under her breath

"Yeaaaaaah' She says through her teeth, her eyes narrowed as she swallows the poison of mocking her beliefs to try and make you feel better. it does manage to put a smile on your face, at least.

What do you do?
[] Pay attention to Dio and Jojo's reading
[] "I'm going for a walk real quick, to clear my head"
[] poke around Mirra's "Parlor"
[] (Burning blood) "Well whatever it will be, I'm not going to let it get me down! I'll make sure when my kid comes into the world, Everything is alright, happy and bright and damn cheerful!"
[] write in
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>>4506563
>[] Pay attention to Dio and Jojo's reading
>[] poke around Mirra's "Parlor"
What're the odds she used daddy's money to buy a certain antique arrow with beetle motif?
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>>4506563
>[] (Burning blood) "Well whatever it will be, I'm not going to let it get me down! I'll make sure when my kid comes into the world, Everything is alright, happy and bright and damn cheerful!"
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>[] Pay attention to Dio and Jojo's reading
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>>4506563
>[] Pay attention to Dio and Jojo's reading
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>>4506569
support
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>>4506601
>>4506569
>>4506576
>>4506567
Alright, Paying attention to the other reading wins, and with half the votes, the burning blood choice is also included, since they can be easily mixed together

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And made you realize how silly you were being! Even if that heartbreak the cards predicted comes around, who says you'll be forced to wallow in the pain and sorrow it causes? Nothing! and its not like there's ever been a tragedy that's managed to break your stride and bend you back. Why would this one, if it even comes be any different? There's no point in living if you're not having fun, moping around doesn't help you, it doesn't help anyone! it just lessens life! These thoughts boil the ice in your veins away, turning your blood scalding hot as you decide you aren't going to just take the whatever future holds, be it whatever pain the cards are warning of or anything else, laying down. You'll face it like you've always have problems, not bending or breaking! If it was Destiny for you to get hurt before you brought a little bundle of joy into the world, or suffer a wound to your heart, you weren't going to let it effect you or sink into grief and self pity. You were going to force things to look up! to turn around.

"Well" You say, making up your mind to just buck off whatever tragedy, big or small awaits you "whatever it will be, I'm not going to let it get me down!"

You nod, your red hair dancing in the light of the flames as you cross your arms and snarl at nothing.

"I'll make sure when my kid comes into the world, everything is alright!" You proclaim, challenging god or fate itself to try to mess with your life in such a way "Happy and bright and damn cheerfull"

Your voice squeaks into a cough at the end of your promise to the world, your child who hasn't even become a twinkle in their father's eye, and Dio, cause unless something terrible happens. He.Will. Be. The. Father.

"That's the Anna I adore!" Dio shouts in agreement, a wolfish smile on his lips and a fire in his eyes. He claps his hands together "Unbreakable will and all, cheers to that! Glad you aren't letting some silly cards upset you, and even if anything happens... You won't be alone in facing it I, Dio swear on"

Dio pauses and grabs one of your hands, gripping it tightly.

"My mother's name" He says seriously "I'll be by your side, whatever may come"

"Awwww' You swoon, leaning against him again as Mirra sighed

"Yes yes, fight fate, go go" She said dully "Do I even need to read your fate Dio? since you seem pretty certain in it"

"Anna may be the blazing sun of my life, but she isn't the only thing in it, I have my own questions for fate" He says with a chuckle, tightening his grip on your hand as he holds it

"Weren't you just calling them silly cards, Dio?" Jojo asks with a smirk, turning away from a depiction in stone of what looks like a buff man tearing the heart out of a woman laid out on a table of some kind "And I'll be sure to support both of you, no matter what happens in our lives, after all, you're practically a brother and sister to me"
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>>4506693

"Thanks Joojooo" You say, grabbing onto Dio's arm, his scent washing over you beneath all the smoke "Appreciate it"

"I expect nothing else, Jojo, you've always been loyal when it counts" Dio says warmly, smiling as his eyes twinkle in the fires burning around all of you "And I'd do the same for you and Erina, we're practically...we are family after all"

"Besides in name" Jojo says happily "and that's such a little thing it might as well not matter"

"Well, dio? Want to bother with these silly cards?' Mirra ask, dropping the deck in front of him.

"getting impatient are we?" Dio huffs, shaking his head "And I'll give them a whirl, but what to ask, what to ask..."

He begins to shuffle them with the hand you aren't hanging on to, rapidly cutting and splicing the deck despite the handicap.

"What to ask...what to ask" He says again before setting the deck down "Ah I know, future wealth, lets see if becoming a lawyer is the right choice"

"Silly cards" Mirra mutters ruefully before speaking up "Pick three cards, first is context for your fortune, second is where you should focus, third is outcome"

"Simple, lets see what these silly cards have to say" Dio says with a confident smile, Mirra glares at him, the room gets noticeably colder

"Since it is for wealth, lets say the context means what will proceed the chance to acquire it" Mirra says coldly, clearly annoyed by Dio's teasing "Draw the card, Brando"

"Fine by me, and I apologize to the cards" Dio says with a chuckle, so you grip his arm as tight as you can "And you" He adds

Mirra glances to you with a smirk before turning back to Dio.

He hands the card to her.

"The reversed Devil" Mirra says, showing the card to Dio before setting it down "Signifying Detachment, and exploring dark thoughts"

"Makes sense for a lawyer, if I become one" Dio says, taking the rather grim card in stride "Now the next is how I'll best gain my wealth, yes Mirra?"

Mirra nods, still upset at Dio's lack of reverence for the tarot.

He hands the card to her, face down.

"Seven of swords" Mirra says setting it down "Betrayal, deception, acting strategically, or getting away with something, also makes sense for a lawyer, doesn't it"

Dio doesn't say anything, the smile fading from his eyes and lips.

"It" he says, pausing for a second and pursing his lips together, narrowing his eyes "it does, so far it seems I've chosen a good career for future fortunes"

"Still, both those cards are rather dark, Dio" Jojo says, sounding a little concerned "Maybe they're trying to tell you to take another path"

"They're just cards! and no one said law is clean profession" Dio says sharply, clearly taking the reading at least a little more seriously now "I'm sure the last one will show my astounding success"

Mirra grabs the last card and frowns.
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>>4506719

"Five of cups" She says sadly, letting it drop from her hand "Seems if you continue on your current path, you will not find wealth, but failure, regret and disappointment"

Jojo winces, as Dio glares down at the card, his frown deepening as his eyes turn cold with contempt. There's a flash of worry across his expression before he chuckles, and then laughs shaking his head.

"Not sure why I'm getting worked up about this, its just a game" he says, but you know him well enough that you know that isn't true.

"I wouldn't want cards that terrible" Jojo says "Even if this is just a game, it does make you think, and a reading like that would keep me up at night"

"I must hand it to you, Mirra, you know how to train your customers" Dio says, grabbing your hand and squeezing it to reassure himself probably, he doesn't like to show any kind of weakness, after all.

"Not so silly now, is it" Mirra says calmly "I'd recommended changing your focus, with such grim omens"

"Oh yes, that'd be wise, listen to a bunch of cards for career advice" He says, looking away from her and towards you and meeting your near glare. He frowns and sighs "Sorry for my rudeness, Mirra, but they're just cards. "

"I don't mind, I understand, no one likes ill fortune. you believe what you believe, and I will believe what I believe" Mirra says calmly "But at least keep it in mind, for Anna's sake"

"What? do you expect me to believe what a hand of cards tell me? " Dio whispers to you "its ridiculous"

"Not to Mirra, and we are her friends, treating it like a joke is just rude" You say as quietly as Jojo takes the deck and slowly shuffles it with his eyes close "Besides, even if they are right, you'll still have me, so there's nothing to worry about"

"I did act a little childish, I'll admit it" Dio says slumping into his chair "but I'm in a sour mood after seeing you panic over your reading, I'll apologize again if it'll make you happy"

Jojo takes the deck and begins to shuffle it slowly, closing his eyes as he goes.

"There's no need for that, I just figured you needed a bit of scolding, is all" You say smirking as Jojo mutters to himself and Dio sighs through his teeth.

"I'll pay you backnext time you're rude yourself, darling" Dio says, pulling you closer to himself "And I'll apologize to Mirra again anyways, for good measure. Since you're still upset about it"

"I'm not" You huff, frowning as he smirks again "its fine"

"Well just in case" He says sweetly "And it'd only be polite to , after all"

"How will Erina and I's relationship go when she comes back?" Jojo asks, as Mirra sits up straight again. He draws his first card

"The lovers" Mirra says happily, as Jojo sighs and smiles "Self explanatory, Love, Harmony, Relationships. Seems everything will go back to how it was, before she left. Though you'll have a choice to make, it seems, but I think we know what that is"
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>>4506742
Dio smiles "Oh, wedding bells, I can hear them now" He says openly, Jojo smiles "Will I be the first man?"

"Well, we don't know what the choice will be" Jojo laughs "But...I think we all know what it'll probably be"

"Yes, these silly cards have a way of making sense don't they" Mirra says, settling her gaze on Dio.

"Okay, they aren't just silly cards, and I'm honestly sorry I snapped at you, " Dio says, putting a hand over his chest "As well as for disrespecting this ritual"

"Hmmm, alright " Mirra says dull, turning back to jojo "Next card please"

"I have no idea what she wants from me" Dio whispers to you.

"She's probably already forgiven you, she doesn't like saying more than she must, after all" You whisper back, Mirra's lips curling to a smile as you do, and takes Jojo's second card

"Judgement" Mirra says, setting the card down over the first "Judgement, of course, absolution, inner calling, rebirth. Might be telling you that to maintain your love, you must absolve some hidden guilt or crime, or perhaps follow your inner calling to maintain the harmony in your relationship"

"Nothing I can think of, but the second suggestion makes sense" Jojo says, scratching his chin in thought "So I must follow my heart then? that makes sense...lets hope this isn't one of the swords, most of them seem to have bleak messages, after all"

"Two of cups" Mirra sighs in relief as she gets the last card and lets it drop "Mutual attraction and love, partnership, thank god, another happy ending"

"Well you didn't need these cards to tell us how Jojo and Erina would end up" Dio says with a shrug of his shoulders "it's been obvious since they became a couple"

"Does that make you believe the warning they gave you then?" Mirra asks as Dio shakes his head.

"Its all just a coincidence, I'm sure" He says with a smile, craning his head back "nothing for me to worry about, they're"
Dio pauses and tightens his grip on your hand

"Just cards" He says, sounding like he's trying to convince himself of that

"Well, we'll see" Mirra says with a shrug "I hope they're wrong, for you at least"

She takes her deck back and shuffles it.

"And I hope they're right for you, Jojo" Mirra says happily "...maybe Dio's failure is the sorrow for Anna?"

Mirra frowns and leans her head to one side, and began muttering to herself about it, trying to make sense of the cards' deeper meaning.

"I hope it isn't" You say pouting as your friend continues talking to herself about the readings, you imagine

Dio just remains silent, lost in thought.

"I doubt it will be anything, we're just letting ourselves get scared by a deck of cards" Dio says reassuringly, as he lets go of your hand

"...are you okay Mirra?" Jojo asks as she continues muttering to herself

She sits up eyes wide and giggles awkwardly

"Got lost in thought" She says meekly "Sorry, its just so exciting, thinking about the future"
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>>4506780

"Even if there's nothing but "Ill Omens" to be seen?" You ask as she smiles brightly and nods, taking of her hood

"That just means you have a chance to conquer them, not that their set in stone" She says cheerfully, looking between you and Dio "...maybe we could do one more reading, if any of you are interested in one?"

What do you do?
[] "Sure, sounds fun"
[] Stick around awhile and chat, before heading home
[] Tell Dio no matter what the future holds, you'll always love him
[] "Hey Dio, if you want to vent some frustration, we can have a quick boxing match"
[] write in
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>>4506788
>[] Tell Dio no matter what the future holds, you'll always love him
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>>4506788

>[] Tell Dio no matter what the future holds, you'll always love him.

also

>[] write in
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Even if I die I'll haunt you from the grave!"
time to trigger that opeduis complex

and apparently dio really does love us. wow was not expecting that. Also nice foreshadowing OP with the aztec sacrifice thingy. Hope that Dio doesn't do that to us. And all the other small details like with us stepping on the goddess of fate and telling her to shove off. Very kino.
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>>4506788
>[] Tell Dio no matter what the future holds, you'll always love him
We getting the bun in the oven soon?
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>>4506788
>[] Tell Dio no matter what the future holds, you'll always love him
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>>4506788
>[] Stick around awhile and chat, before heading home
I know the love option will win, but I can’t bring myself to vote for it. Can’t wait to see how Dio turning into a vampire and getting busted for poisoning George goes down for Anna now that we’ve said it.
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>>4506788
[] Tell Dio no matter what the future holds, you'll always love him

Man that baby fortune for Anna convinced me that the kiddo is gonna be a Joestar somehow ...but then Jojo and Erina are going to get a happy ending? I'm interested to see how it plays out.
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>>4506823
>>4506874
>>4506888
>>4506926
>>4507082
Telling Dio you love him wins, writing! how heartwarming.

>>4506989
I respect that, and we'll see how it goes.

>>4506874
Thanks! and the aztec thing was also a reference to the first appearance of the stone mask itself

>>4507082
as am I. I love figuring out what strings you guys have pulled and how it changes the canon events and characters.
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"I'm fine, thanks for the offer though" You say with a smile that quickly turns to a frown when your beloved remains silent. Even when he's in a foul mood Dio usually has something to say, even if its scathing or mean spirited, You've grown to accept and love that part of him long ago so it doesn't bother you when he does it, he speaks his mind, like you and unlike so many others. In fact it bothers you more when he doesn't say something, even if its a bit cruel. When he's completely silent it means he's thinking, deeply. And the look in his beautiful bronze eyes tell you he's still letting that reading get to him, like you did, despite your and Jojo's words. And can he be blamed for it? having even something you see as "Silly" telling you your plans will fall apart can't be a good feeling. Especially for men like Dio, who have healthy senses of pride and confidence. Just the idea of failing must be like a knife in his chest. And really, all of you trying to cheer him up probably didn't do a damn thing but drive that knife of worry a little deeper in his chest.

"Oh I'll like another reading if I'm included in the offer" Jojo speaks up as you scoot closer to Dio, setting your hand on his lap as he stares ahead.

He places a hand on yours, but still says nothing.

"Dio, no matter what the future holds" You say confidently, not gently like a soft hearted and well mannered lady would, but sternly and sure

He glances over to you, gripping your hand, his lips curling into a gentle smile.

"I'll always love you" You say, looking deep into his eyes as they melt and then he looks away, still tightly squeezing your hand.

"And I promise the same to you, darling" He says sweetly, warmly "But I'm not scared of the future or anything it might bring. After all, you'll still be by my side, no matter what fate has in store for us"

"Awww" You purr, smiling happily as Mirra watches Jojo shuffle the deck of cards "Well I'm not scared of fate or anything else either"

"And that's one reason I adore you so" Dio laughs as Mirra takes a card from Jojo's deck

"Strength" She says sounding a little annoyed "I have no idea how you have the strength to stand being around those two love birds as often as you do, Jojo"

"Its heartwarming, isn't it?" Jojo says with a smile "two of your friends in love? happy together? there's nothing annoying about it to me, even if they...do go a little far in showing their affection at times"

"I wouldn't know, haven't been in love before" Mirra says bluntly "And I can imagine what could be farther than that"

"What?" You ask as you're practically laying against Dio

"She's just jealous of us is all" Dio says, running a hand through your hair.

"Not at all, looks suffocating" Mirra says with a smile "But if the two of you enjoy it, I can't speak against it, even if it does grate the nerves"

"Maybe I could introduce you to someone?" Jojo asks "that might make their displays of affection a little less irritating to you"
cont
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>>4507323

"Not really interested in romance or love" Mirra says with a shrug "but if I want it someday I'll find it myself. Thanks for offering to help in that matter at least Jojo"

Jojo frowns, pausing before he draws another card.

"I'm sure there's someone out there for you, Mirra" He says kindly, smiling as Mirra remains still.

"I wouldn't mind if there wasn't" She says happily "Friendship is enough for me"

What do you do?
[]"I'll be by your side no matter what. sounds a bit like a proposal"
[] (hunter) Bring Mr Joestar some wild game, might help him through the colder months
[] Write a letter to Erina, telling her about how things have been going and asking about her cat Joan
[] "Well Mirra, what would you want in a man, anyways?"
[] write in
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>>4507325
>[] Write a letter to Erina, telling her about how things have been going and asking about her cat Joan
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>>4507325
>[] (hunter) Bring Mr Joestar some wild game, might help him through the colder months
>[] Write a letter to Erina, telling her about how things have been going and asking about her cat Joan
I'd like to talk to Mirra as well, but feel scummy picking 75% of the options.
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So, what's everyone's end goal for Anna?

Mine is, #1, help kill Dio, get good enough at Hamon to live to season 3, then help kill him again.

If we simply can't live to season 3, live to season 2, and cuck Kars out of becoming the ultimate lifeform by doing it ourselves and breaking the mask.
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>>4507325
Also, I support this lad
>>4507335
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>>4507426
The oldest man in the world was about 110, we are about 20 right now, with part 3 being 95 years apart and hamon slowing aging by 20 years (at least from my understanding), its beyond possible that we live to that point, although we are going to be probably Part 4 Joseph tier in usefulness but then again we could just stab ourselves with the arrow and see what happens
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>>4507325
>>4507335
Support
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>>4507436
Lisa Lisa practically didn't age a day from 20something, and that's when she started Hamon. She managed to stave off aging entirely for 30 years (and presumably longer, it's never stated when or if she dies). We can do just as good.
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>>4507335
>>4507428
>>4507472
Alright, Hunting for Mr Joestar and writing the letter wins, writing!

>>4507426
>>4507436
>>4507562
Well that puts the mental image of Old granny Anna beat the shit out of the local Aztec god of fitness
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>>4507590
*Shooting the shit out of the local Aztec god of fitness
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"Well, you'll always have my friendship, if that's enough" You say cheerfully, smiling blissfully as Mirra does the same. But she forgot that she was reading Jojo's fortune for a second there.

"I just said it was, didn't I?" She giggles

"Mirra? What does this card mean?" Jojo asked politely making the usually deadpan Mirra jump up in her chair, actually being surprised by something so small as that

"Ah the Magician!" She said, adjusting her glasses as she tried to hide the fact she just got scared by a mere question. Sometimes, despite being perhaps the smartest person you knew, Mirra could be a bit silly. Not dumb, just a little silly.

You laugh at her antics as she explains what the card means

"Well it can me quite a bit of things" She says, regaining her calm as she spoke, her emotions draining out of her voice as she did "Power, Manifestation, Resourcefulness...when combined with strength, it makes for a pretty clear picture of..."
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The weather has started cool down, as the end of your academy days approaches rapidly, not that you're complaining. It was interesting, but life after it holds so much more promise than being stuck inside reading books and listening to an old wind bag whose never been out in the field studying once in his life.

Where were the gentlemen explorers? couldn't they have dragged one of them down to teach? But you digress. The only reason you're thinking about that dusty bag of bones that's somehow still alive, is because you decided to write to Erina.

Well, ask your sister to help you write to her, since your penmanship is still embarrassingly shoddy. Luckily she and her husband decided to visit the family Manor for lunch, and you managed to corner her, away from her reed thin husband. You'd need to see if he had a stomach for hunting one of these days, see if he had any sort of spine or ounce of courage to him.

"So is this right?" She asks, as you try to look at her without noticing how much her stomach had ballooned out since you last saw her, a few months ago. She was positively glowing, but one thing did worry you, since you had...well plans for the future with Dio. Namely how much lugging around her unborn child seemed to slow her down and weaken her, sure she was never the most active in her younger days, but she got winded just going up the stairs.
It was a little intimidating to think of yourself in her shoes, considering your love for all things athletic and wild. Was that the sorrow you were expecting? being stuck inside as fat as hippo for months on end? it certainly sounded nightmarish to you.

"Anna? Are you listening at all?" Maria asked gently as you chuckled nervously

"Sorry I just got lost in my thoughts there" You say with a grin, looking up from her baby bump to her face. She frowned, but she knew you since your birth, so she probably expected you to get distracted.

Cont
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>>4507652
She shifted her legs, getting more comfortable in the chair she sat in, her flowing pink and red dress ruffling with the slightest of movement.

"I'll only read this once more, since Charles is probably worried sick about my absence already" She said a little sternly, ah yeah that was his name, wasn't it? Charles. He was a real weedy man, but a proper gentleman, if a bit of a fop in your opinion.

You nod, to show you're actually paying attention this time and not worrying about the omen of your future sitting bloated in front of you.

"Dearest Erina, I wish to relay to you the recent happenings back here at home" She says, reading in a mock of your own voice, which would piss you off but she isn't making you sound like an idiot or anything so its fine, you guess "So you're caught up with what's happened, generally. Your dear Jojo has become quite accomplished in his field of interest all ready, I am sure he has been more humble in his own explanations of his accomplishments, so I will tell you the truth now"

She takes a breath and continues reading.

"The thesis he wrote about the culture of the lost aztecs was very well received and praised by even experts in the field, and it seems he'll be quite renowned before he does any archeology with his own two hands" She continues, running a finger across the letter "I'm sure he'd be too embarrassed to rightfully boast about this, which is why I've decided to tell you as previously stated however, moving onto other matters"

Maria flashed a very unlady like smile, a very wicked grin, and you knew what was coming as soon as you saw it.

"MY Beloved Dio, is set to graduate as the top law student in the entire academy, perhaps in history! isn't that fantastic" Your big sister said, putting a horrendously love struck and lovey dovey voice as she read her own interpretation of what she wrote for you. And you decided you'd teach your nephew or niece every curse word you knew in revenge for this.

"Not only is he devilishly handsome and makes my heart flutter like I'm a pure hearted maiden" She continues laughing as you turned redder and redder "But he's always a genius, which is more than I can say for myself, despite being set to be the top student of zoology myself, what a catch, I am truly a lucky girl am I not?"

"you..you didn't write it like that, did you?! that's not what I said!" You bark as Maria giggles, hiding her mouth

"No but I figured I'd speak what your heart said" She said teasingly before mocking you again "Oh my wuvwry Dio, who owns my heart, bwrave and stwong, of course has been very supportive of this interest of mine and"

"Stop!" You snap as she smiles and nods

"Being serious now, dear sister' She says, giggling a little before reading again "So as you can see, we're all doing fantastic here and cannot wait for your arrival back after so many years away, though I do have one question for you in this letter, which I see as only fair since I told you quite a bit in it"
cont
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>>4507672
"So...how is that old crooked tail cat of yours doing, Erina? last time you wrote to me, you said Joan had last a tooth in a fight, did you not? Has he recovered well? I don't know what I'd do if he hasn't before I saw him again, besides seeking solace in my darlings arms and" she continues with a mad grin on her lips as she once again starts teasing you and making things up to get you flustered.

"That's it, I'm going hunting, I'll send the letter when I'm back" You say, slapping the table as you stand up so you don't hit your pregnant sister for pissing you off

"Awww, I'm just teasing Anna, no need to get so upset" She says, covering her mouth as she continues laughing "I'm sorry if I've offended you, it just seemed amusing at the time"

"Its fine" You grumble heading to find one of your rifles, one of the weaker calibers so it doesn't just blow a hole through the hares you're hunting, and the new coat Dio gave you, since it was quite chilly outside, despite being the start of fall.

It was going to be a hard winter, and that was terrible considering how the cold always made Mr joestar's health sharply decline. If it was too rough he might not recover by spring.

BUT there was nothing in this world that a pot of fresh rabbit stew could help, add in some onions and lots of garlic, maybe some more exotic spices, and Mr Joestar would be as fit and hale as he was a two decades ago! It was time you paid back Jojo and Dio for being your friend and for being more to you over the years, and what better way that caring for their father and adoptive father?

It was going to be a grand surprise, you just hoped they didn't mind you cleaning and prepping the hares in their kitchen, so its as fresh as possible.

Smiling, you throw the simple fur coat over your shoulders, already feeling warmer as you head out with your rifle on your shoulders. You whistle a tune as the chilling wind ruffles the fox and hare fur covering you.

Yeah, it was sure to work. Sure you weren't a good cook, but this simple stew always gave you more than enough energy and stamina to stay in the wild for days on end, and none of the other hunters you knew complained when they shared a bowl of it with you on a hunting trip! It had to work, it just had to.

Also being out in the cold would help smother that rage Maria stoked inside of you with all her mocking. Maybe you'd leave a hare or two to gut in front of her and her fop of a husband, that might be funny. Not like a little blood ever killed anyone, and people needed to be reminded where the meat on their plates came from, after all!
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What do you do?
[] Torment your sister and her husband by preparing the extra hares at the family manor, before going to the Joestar estate
[] Spend all day in the cold, to make sure there's enough hare meat to keep the pantry stocked for winter
[] Show Dio how to properly skin a hare.
[] Set aside the bones to give to Mirra later, she can used them somehow, you're sure
[] write in
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>>4507694
>Show Dio how to properly skin a hare.

I can feel it now. With blood inadvertently still on his hands, he touches the mask and discovers the mechanism.
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>>4507694
>[] Show Dio how to properly skin a hare.
>[] Set aside the bones to give to Mirra later, she can used them somehow, you're sure
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>>4507694
>[] Show Dio how to properly skin a hare.
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>>4507694
>show Dio how to properly skin a hare
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>>4507740
>>4507728
>>4507725
>>4507720
Alright, teaching Dio how to skin a hare wins! writing
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The leaves above your head almost match the color of your hair, more red than oranges or yellows. They jump and dance in the wind, floating along it as you walk along the lonely path up the Joestar manor. Sure summer and spring are lovely, but autumn and winter had their own charms, how nature and the critters inside of it changed, grew and acted. Like the hares whose lives you cut short today, some of them young, some of them old. They had done their part in the circle of life and bred. Not that you were too concerned about their not being any hares next year, they were explosive breeders after all, if anything this little culling of yours would keep the ecosystem around here healthier come next year.

So you hummed a little hunting tune, carrying the ten or so fluffy carcasses in an old cloth tied into a bag on the end of your rifle. Just so it was easier and wouldn't drip blood on the ground and make some poor old lady think Jack the Ripper had moved out of London.

Your hum turns into a whistle as you walk up to the gates leading into the estate, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited for one of their servants to notice you and let you in.

Sure, you could easily climb the fence, like you did as a girl, but you might end up giving that poor ancient butler the last fright of his life, wandering the grounds dressed in fur and carrying a rifle.

"Ooooh" You sing, your voice raising to the sky as you begin to tap a beat instead of just being impatiently "I saaaw an old fellow down by the weald, with whiskers grey and face a tallloooow, oooh I saw the old fellow, by the winter's eve"

You shake your rifle around, marching in place to keep your legs warm.

And here comes the old fellow now, with cane in hand and a bend in his back.

"He came a marching to my side, branch at his hip and fire in his eyes, ooooh I saw an old fellow, as the year began to faaade" You sing cheerfully as the old fellow himself comes to unlock the gate

"Yes yes its good to see you two Lady Anderton' He said, long since used to your sudden visits, his shaky hand reaching for the gate to open it "I see you've brought....a gift of some kind"

"Wild hares, all nice and fresh" You say almost in sing song before you bite your tongue "For the master of the house, wild meat is better for the body than fattened, after all"

"Hmm" He says, nodding, peering up at you from his half moon glasses "Well, I'll take them off your hands, to the kitchen"

"Oooh I don't want to trouble you, go warm yourself by the fire" You say, keeping pace with the old man, as he hobbles his way to the manor house "Glad to see you haven't gone out to the field yet, old timer"

"Hmmm, I still have a few more good years left in me, and my replacement needs a guiding hand after all" He says happily, not taking your blunt words as an insult, one reason you like him so much
Cont
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>>4507825

"I respect that' You say as you open the door for him, careful not to jostle the bag of hares around too much less one of them slips out "Oh, could you fetch Dio, if he's around, I want to show him something"

"Master Dio?" He asks curiously "I believe he and Jojo were discussing something in the lounge, I'll see if he can make time"

"He will, tell him I'm in the kitchen" You say, whistling the tune to the song you had made up outside, marching your way to the kitchen like a soldier off to war
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Ten hares laid out on a table, the cook had tried to argue you away and that he could more properly cook them, but what did he know? he'd leave most of the meat and tasty bits out if he butchered him

"Young lady please be careful" he said as you tested the knife you had chosen for the job with your thumb

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing, I've dressed more animals than you've seen" You laugh casually, tapping the point before testing its weight, since you want to show off how quick you can prep a hare to Dio.

"I am more worried about the safety of my continued employment" he says, eyes wide as you continue your tests with the razor edge knife. You smile, satisfied that it'll do the job.


Right as Dio walks in, followed by the smell of Tabaco in the air. He's dressed casually, a white shirt under a salmon vest with images of roses and thorns weaved into it, and dark red coat over that.

"Are you here to make dinner?" He asks with a smile as he sees you wearing the fur coat he got you, even if it was a little dirty now "Didn't know you can cook"

"Eh, I know how to make stews, and fry things" You say with a shrug, the chef watching the knife in your hands with true fear in his eyes "but I've just come a long to get Jojo's father some proper meat in him, since its getting around that time when..."

"When his cough comes back around" Dio says walking down to you from the doorway, ignoring the terrified cook "How thoughtful of you, and...a surprising wife like trait, didn't expect that"

"Well I'm full of surprise aren't I, here hold this" You say flipping the knife around to point the handle at him

"I thought you were going to cook, Anna" He says with a chuckle "I have no idea where to even begin"

"Yeah, that's why I got you down here, I want to teach you how to skin a hare" you say happily, pushing the knife to him again

"In the kitchen!?" The cook gasps "The mess will be astounding!"

"No better place to do it" You say cheerfully as Dio takes the knife and turns it around in his hand

"You can go" He says coldly turning to the house's cook "I'd enjoy some time alone with my beloved"

"Y..Yes young master" The cook says, ducking away past the two of you, Dio sighs and smiles.

"Odd local for a date" He says looking at the line of dead hares set out on the table "and an odder activity"
cont
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>>4507873

"Wouldn't have it any other way right?" You say sweetly, the two of you smiling for a moment before you grabbed the skinniest hare by the leg "Alright, now, you want to start by gutting it"

"Seems a rather simple task" Dio says as he presses the knife onto the critter's belly.

"Bit lower, otherwise you'll dull the knife on bone" You say, moving his hand to the proper place

What do you do
[] Skin, dress and butcher the hares with Dio, while voicing your worry for George
[]Use this as an opportunity to flirt
[] (Burning blood + Hunter) Show dio how you can skin a hare with your bare hands, as well
[] Reminisce about the past, having a snack while Dio does all the work
[] write in
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>>4507879
>[]Use this as an opportunity to flirt
>[] (Burning blood + Hunter) Show dio how you can skin a hare with your bare hands, as well
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>>4507883
support
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>>4507672
>ah yeah that was his name, wasn't it? Charles.
All the other choices for MC coming back to haunt us, boss?
>>4507879
>[] Skin, dress and butcher the hares with Dio, while voicing your worry for George
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>>4507879
>[] Skin, dress and butcher the hares with Dio, while voicing your worry for George
>[]Use this as an opportunity to flirt
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>>4507883
seconding this
maximum carnage
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Does anyone know if the stone mask makes people more evil or if it just turns them into a vampire? I got the sense that in canon it made Dio a worse person, but that might've just been the power going to his head...
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>>4507944
>>4507908
>>4507883
Alright, so flirting and rip and tearing a poor bunny wins! Writing

>>4507908
Perhaps
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>>4507972
It makes you evil. Only the touch of hamon - which is still lethal - can return them to their previous morals for a brief time.
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>>4507879
>[]Use this as an opportunity to flirt
>[] (Burning blood + Hunter) Show dio how you can skin a hare with your bare hands, as well
>"Those cards certainly told a story. You aren't up to anything devilish are you?"
Make him squirm a bit
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>>4507972
No it doesn't necessarily turn you evil. You need to consume blood to survive but it doesn't necessarily need to be human blood. The thing is the only people who became vampires didn't tend to be good people and happily gave away their humanity for power.

>>4507994
People who become Zombies become subservient to the person who transformed them, their morals are adjusted to better serve their creator.
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>>4508004
It definitely turns you evil. Zepelli's father slaughtered everyone around him and tried to eat zepelli himself after donning the mask.
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>>4508012
He was just hungry, if he had a snickers it would've been fine.
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"And after you've gotten you've removed all its organs" You say, grinning as Dio glances over at you as you move his wrist to put his hand right over the red slice through the hare's center.

"Testing my courage?" he asks with a smirk, as he dips his fingers into the cut "You know I have a strong stomach"

Ohoho! he's fallen directly into your trap. What better time to flirt a little than when preparing dinner. Sure it might be a bit bloody, but neither of you were squeamish.

"Just making sure you know how what to do" You say, trying to figure out exactly what to say to put love in the air while you butcher woodland creatures with your boyfriend.

He reaches in, and pulls the guts out in one fluid motion.

"You have to remember I grew up in the mean streets of London, Darling, this is nothing new to me" He chuckles as he wipes the blood of his hands with a nearby cloth "So next is the skinning, yes?"

Oh that could work, actually. You were wearing fur after all, and it'd be less crude than complimenting him on knowing how to use his hands.

"Taking off their coat, yes" You say, a little airily as you push his hand where to cut next. His eyes widened for a second as he got the hint

"Oh there's something else here I'd like to dress down here" He says back, you feel your face flush read as he says it "See what's underneath all that "Fur"

"Oh is there? Well this isn't the time or place is it? Dio" You giggle, turning away "their skin is thin, so you don't need to cut too deep"

"Oh who would know, who would tell" Dio sighs wistfully as he follows your hand, just pressing the knife deep enough to break through the hide.

"Tempting" You says sultry, gripping his wrist a bit tighter "But its a little too cold, isn't it? to just...take off this coat, and more"

"It'd got hot quick, I promise" Dio says, licking the knife, making your heart skip a few beats.

"Uh..uh" You say, your mind filling with steam before you manage to find the ground beneath your feet again, your face burning and heart racing "Well next is pulling of the fur"

"Perhaps a vision into later this night" Dio purrs, managing to once again knock you off your feet as he puts his clean hand over your waist.

"The fur, pull it off in one smooth movement" You manage to say, suddenly feeling meek with such a devastating "attack" from the man you love. The warmth of Dio's breath washes over the back of your neck, tingling down your spine.

"I intend to, like this yes?" He says pulling his arm back and peeling the hide from flesh with practiced ease "See. I don't need any...guidance"

There was a popping sound in your head.

"Well I didn't expect you to, its pretty simple isn't it" You laugh, grabbing one of the other hares, "But there's a much quicker way to it"

Wait what were you doing? this wasn't the plan Anna! Stop! STOP! STOP BEING AN IDIOT!

"Oooh?" Dio asked, setting the knife down "is there? well show me then?"
cont
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>>4508020
He ate over fifty people!
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>>4508012
That was because as vampires get hungrier they become more mindless and animistic. When a person becomes a vampire they start out completely crazy, notice how the drunk Dio tested the mask on regained his composure after he started drinking his blood. There is also the bonus chapter in part 7 that says the masks, Hamon and the Spin were all designed as methods that attempted to create stands, with that understanding in mind people who don't have wills strong enough to become stand users are instantly corrupted by the mask in the place of dying, while those who do posses strong convictions retain more of their sense of self.
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>>4508028
The drunk regained composure after not even a full meal.
Zeppelli's father ate, as I said, over fifty people.
He was turned evil.
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>>4508023
>>4508032
You ever had a snickers?
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>>4508032
Do you know why the drunk was able to? Because he was stand user material, if he was stabbed with an arrow his powerful desire to booze and cruise would manifest into a stand.
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>>4508041
What's Drunk guy's stand name and ability
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>>4508022

"Oh its the hunters way, takes barely ten seconds, I can do it in five!" You say excitedly, face burning and heart trying to tear through your chest as Dio looks at you with a hungry look in his eyes.

Stop Anna, Just stop, this is the opposite of flirting, this would chase any man away. Calm down and think for once dammit!

"First you tightly squeeze it in the middle, like this, and press towards its legs" You say despite trying to stop yourself, as Dio's eyes widen a bit as he sees the organs bulging beneath the fur.

"Huh" He says simply, mouth gaping slightly as you go to work without thinking.

"And you keep pressing, until their guts pop out the bottom" You say, as you force the slimy entrails out of the dead hare's ass. Dio just watches closing his mouth

"Discard" You say, grabbing the slimy entrails and tearing them free, tossing them on the table, screaming internally.

"I don't get the innuendo here" He says, sounding like you shocked any amorous feelings directly out of him. You wanted to cry but didn't stop

"Then there's two methods, I prefer the bushman's method" You explained, hands shaking as you bit your lip, cursing yourself for every movement of your hands "I find it quicker and cleaner, see you just bite above the spine"

You were horrified, embarrassed and the only thing keeping you screaming was a mouthful of cold fur and skin. There was a cold running down your neck, disgust in showing this quick campfire method to the man you love. The culture and mannered Dio, even he'd be disgusted by you doing this.

"Tear!" You bark, spitting out the skin, fingers on instinct digging the hole you made "And then its as easy as pulling off the fur"

"I see" Dio said nodding as you cried inside, pulling the skin off in two pieces, ruining the pelt, tossing it down as one hand found the neck. Please it isn't too late to stop anna, you tell yourself, please just don't go any further!

But you can't even listen to your own thoughts?! DAMN YOU ANNA! YOU RUINED YOUR OWN CHANCES!

"And then you just twist and pull the head off" You say, easily popping the spine out and severing it, setting the brutalized bunny down on the table, hands shaking "See how much easier that is"

You could taste blood, you bit too deep too! you must've looked like a lunatic with blood dripping down your mouth.

"That's incredible, Anna" Dio says, to your surprise, sounding legitimately impressed instead of horrified "Could you show me that again? But as quickly as you normally do?"

Without thinking you comply, the taste of fur washing away the blood as you repeat it with mechanical precision.

"That wasn't even five seconds!" Dio cheers as you stand their mouth agape, fur stuck to the rapidly drying blood around your mouth, too confused to say anything "You were selling yourself short! It seems almost every day, you surprise me with some new and interesting, Anna"
cont
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>>4508044
"What?" You say, gaping as he grabs your chin

"Though, removing "fur" with a "Bite"" He says leaning close, no barely an inch away from your face, his bronze eyes burning in front of yours, filled with excitement and something else "Is nothing I don't already know"

WHAT?!

What do you do
[] Kiss him first, to reclaim some of your dignity
[] Ask to at least clean your mouth out first
[] "Wait, that didn't make you disgusted of me?!"
[] "That line shouldn't work, but when you say it, it does"
[] write in
>>4507935
Meant to say perhaps to you, whoops


>>4508041
I know what song it'd take its name from
https://youtu.be/f55CqLc6IR0
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>>4508049
>"Wait, that didn't make you disgusted of me?!"
Jesus christ dio, you have weird fetishes!
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>>4508049
>[] Ask to at least clean your mouth out first
>>4508042
「Escape」
A medium strength punch ghost that when active completely disables the ability of anybody with a 50ft radius to discern direction, all sound sounds like it is coming from everywhere at once and the entire world looks like it's blended together. The only senses not effected by this ability are smell, taste and touch.
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>>4508058
>Dio right now
https://youtu.be/x3oH52yJwwk
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>>4508049
>[] "Wait, that didn't make you disgusted of me?!"
>>4508060
I fear for the future.
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>>4508049
>[] Ask to at least clean your mouth out first
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>>4508049
>[] Kiss him first, to reclaim some of your dignity

We must make him submit to us. Allowing us to guide him from the path of evil. With our body.
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>>4508120
>hornyposting
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>>4508049
>[] Kiss him first, to reclaim some of your dignity
Are we getting frisky tonight?
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>>4508122
no u

But in all seriousness we need to prove to him that we are not willing to be pushed around. Thus enticing him further. A stronger emotional bond will be useful when convincing Dio to stop poisoning Mr.Joestar and possibly halting his desire for power which originates from a fucked up dehumanizing childhood with an abusive father. Getting a good enough realtionship to the point where we can address this is key to stopping the eternal conflict.

Remember that canon events don't have to happen since we (and the results of our actions) are not bound by fate.
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>>4508049
>[] Kiss him first, to reclaim some of your dignity
things cant get any weirder than now and backing down is not a thing to us.
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>>4508143
Dio is a psychopath. He's been poisoning George every year since he's been taken in. His plan of killing the Joestars hasn't stopped, despite our efforts, I have no reason to believe kissing him will do what growing up with people who (foolishly) cared about him did not.
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>>4508049
>[] Ask to at least clean your mouth out first
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>>4508187
Dio is definitely hellbent on fulfilling his ambitions but him having actual friends and love definitely could make him still want to cling onto a shard of his humanity no matter how evil he is.
Keep in mind, while Dio is a power hungry, manipulative bastard, his initial goal is to inherit the wealth of the Joestars by poisoning George Joestar. While his entire personality towards Jonathan may be a facade, he may have some genuine affection towards Anna/Mirra with them being uninvolved in his goals.
There is no real reason for Anna to believe anything bizarre is going on at the moment between Jonathan and Dio which is arguably an ideal outcome for him as Jonathan never really established any suspicions against Dio like in the original story.
Now if we were to find some definitive proof of him poisoning George Joestar and confronting him with it, then that is where things start to become difficult for Dio as he would have to choose between his ambition and someone he genuinely cares about in some capacity along with the consequences his actions would carry.
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>>4508187
ur right that kissing him will not make him regret but it will deepen our bonds allowing us to better manipulate him in the future. Since we're already in a relationship with him I see no problem in going all in.

Though yeah Dio be fucked up. You're right that he's a psychopath. I'm pretty sure he does love or at least see us as a valuable asset considering that he swore on his mothers name to care for us. Though it's also important to keep in mind that the whole reason he started to hang out with us is because he wanted our sheer stubbornness on his side.

>>4508204
He seems to conflicted about his decision to poison George as per his reaction to his fortune. Which begs the question: why did he feel the need to do it in the first place? Money is nice but surely someone of his caliber could figure out a way to get it on his own?

Also I guess Dios fetish is a woman who asserts her dominance in a primal way? Makes sense given his obsession with power and stuff and not wanting a woman like his mother. Honestly OP that is a based detail.
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>>4508049
>[] Kiss him first, to reclaim some of your dignity
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>>4508284
>>4508158
>>4508123
>>4508120
Okay, seems kissing him first wins! writing
Sorry for the long wait here, but I fell asleep early and in the arms of gin and vermouth so I had to battle a hangover before I could start writing

Also I enjoy all this discussion, its great
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But you were never one to waste too much time thinking, especially when you had a fire burning in your heart. Even if this fire was a different sort than the ones of rage, it was still a blaze running from your chest to your head and then the rest of your being. And even if its in a loving way, Dio was still teasing you, playing with you, toying with you. And that, well it didn't get you mad, but it's what decided what you were about to do. To regain a bit of dignity and pride, and remind your darling who you were.

Brushing aside your confusion, you reach up past Dio's shoulders, fingers running through his golden hair. Hands still sticky with the gore of cleaning two rabbits, but it can just be washed off.

There's flecks of blood on the locks of his hair your fingers passed through and over now, and they turn to streaks as you tightly grab a hold of his hair.

And without much care for being gentle, you pull. and lean forward at the same time, nearly headbutting Dio in your eagerness to meet his lips. His eyes go wide for a moment, before he realizes his lips are on yours and what you're doing. And there the two of you stand, blood passing from your mouth to his, your hands slicking his hair with it. Dio closes his eyes, and returns the kiss with as much passion as you gave, pulling you in closer. You shut your eyes.

And for awhile, the rest of the world ceases to be, or matter. the scent of the skinned hares and the coppery aroma of blood fade away like dust on the wind. The warmth of the kitchen falls into the background, the feeling of the fur on your arms vanishes as well. All the worries and thoughts running around your head slowly grow quieter and then fade away. Its as if all that exists now is Dio and yourself, locked in a passionate embrace. Everything thing else no longer matters, in this blissful piece of heaven on earth.

But even the best things have to come to an end eventually, and Dio breaks the spell. Pulling his lips from yours, strands of red spit trailing between them, leaving you connected. His mouth has the faintest hint of red from meeting your still blood covered lips.

You let go of his hair, dragging your hands to his shoulders as he keeps his on your back, just above your waist. A familiar fuzzy warmth remains in your head, and lower to your chest and lower still.

Dio winces, wiping his mouth as he realizes you didn't clean your mouth before pouncing on him.

"Blood" He mutters, flicking his tongue over his lips before wiping them with the back of his hand

"Sorry" You says blithely "but I've never been a patient girl"

"I didn't say I was complaining did I?" Dio says with a seductive smile on his lips, one of his hands still on the crook of your back.

What do you do?
[]finish preparing the hares, before you forget to
[] "Shame we can't go any further than this"
[] tease Dio about his odd tastes
[] Apologize for getting hare blood in his hair
[] write in

sorry again for coming in a bit late
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>>4508958
>[]finish preparing the hares, before you forget to
>[] tease Dio about his odd tastes
>"You certainly are a strange one! I appreciate the sentiment but I think we should wait until things are more official between us before we go that far."
No fucking before marriage, Anna has standards
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>>4508958
>[]finish preparing the hares, before you forget to
Rather lewd innit
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>>4508958
>[]finish preparing the hares, before you forget to
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>>4508958
>[]finish preparing the hares, before you forget to
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>>4508958
>[]finish preparing the hares, before you forget to
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>>4509081
>>4509077
>>4509070
>>4509009
Actually doing what you came here to do wins! Writing
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You smirk, and turn back to the rabbits, there's still seven of them left to skin after all.

"Well, lets leave it here today, I did come here to work anyways" You say, taking the knife from where Dio had set it when your flirting had gotten intimate.

Dio doesn't leave and watches you as you quickly peel the skin the fur off another rabbit, in one piece this time. The he chuckled, and shook his head.

"You know, I just had a thought" He says, like he was explaining a joke as you moved onto the next rabbit "Could you imagine Erina doing something like this?"

"Hmm" You say tapping the knife's handle into the table "I can, but only if she was being forced to, then again, despite being rather gruesome..."

You remove a hare's head with a flick of your wrist and set it next to the other two, since there's no way you can imagine to cook it, unlike some of the offal.

"She is training to be a nurse, so maybe she's already accustomed to blood and guts" You say, as you move onto the next hare.

"I think her father would keep her away from the worse cases...unlike yours who probably taught you that" Dio says with a shrug ""Bushman trick" as you called it"

"Oh no mother would kill him if he ever did something like that" You giggle, ripping out the new hare's guts and setting them in the rough pile on the table, the blood that you didn't manage to drain out pooling around them.

"Oh I thought you were just being coy and trying to protect his reputation" Dio says, as you notice he's dressing one of the other hares, using the knife with much more finesse than you could. Maybe its something he learned before you met him? in London? Images of little Dio in a knife fight flashed through your mind, and you squashed them down. No need to think of something so grim.

"Oh no, it was an acquaintance of mine, older gent" You say as you pull the skin off another hare, holding it by its legs "Scottish, one of our Lion killers, I think you'd like him"

"Oh, so one of those men who might've been your "Dream husband", in another life" Dio says with a smile, clearly joking around as he pushes some hare gut away with his knife.

"Oh no, not him, he smells of liquor, sweat and that damn grease he likes to put in his beard, I can barely stand be around him. He can't go fox hunting, cause the dogs just try to run from him" You laugh as you work "Maybe you should come to the club sometime?"

"Oh? think I'd have a taste for hunting?" Dio asks.

"Just another thing for us to do together" You say, humming a hunting song as you work "Besides, I can show you the true beauty of"

You slam the knife down, removing the last hares head.

"Nature" You say with a grin, almost wiping your forehead with you gore slick hand.

"Sometimes I wonder if I should be worried, considering how you show your "love" to nature" Dio says, setting his own knife down, grimacing as he saw the state of his hands
cont
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>>4509142

"The only way to understand nature, is to be part of it. To play the role of hunter or prey" You say with a shrug "So you have nothing to worry about, I promise"

"I can't imagine anyone beside you speaking of your love for something as you butcher it for meat, its charming in a way" Dio says with laughter in his eyes "And shows you know more about nature than anyone who claims to "love" animals. They'd see a mouse being preyed upon and gasp in disgust, but you Anna, would know its just the natural order of things"

"Exactly, and mice are pests anyways, rapid breeders to" You say, going to work separating the bones of the hares and cutting them into manageable chunks

What do you do?
[] Make the stew for George and take it to him as a surprise
[] Visit Jojo when you're finished butchering the hares
[] Talk with Dio about the future
[] Cut off one of the hare's feet to preserve, as a token of good luck. (Gain Hare's foot in your inventory, and one extra to give away)
[] write in
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>>4509182
>[] Cut off one of the hare's feet to preserve, as a token of good luck. (Gain Hare's foot in your inventory, and one extra to give away)
>[] Make the stew for George and take it to him as a surprise
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>>4509182
[] Cut off one of the hare's feet to preserve, as a token of good luck. (Gain Hare's foot in your inventory, and one extra to give away)
[] Make the stew for George and take it to him as a surprise
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>>4508235
I think he wants the Joestar fortune because they were connected with his dad, and he hates his dad
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>>4509191
>>4509230
I also support these two
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>>4509281
>>4509230
>>4509191
Alright, taking a lucky charm and giving some stew wins!

Writing
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But you paused for a moment, before chopping off the legs of the last hare, having already butchered the rest of them. Its feet still have most of their fur. It was the one you used to demonstrate the bushman technique to Dio. It was a really shoddy job, you could see teeth marks around its spine from when you bit too deeply.

But how perfect the fur still is on its legs, reminds of you of that old folk charm. A lucky rabbit's foot, and hares are basically cousin to the humble rabbit. So it should still be lucky to carry one around right?

You cut them off at the bone, grabbing them and rolling them around your hands. A bit bigger than a rabbit's foot, but it'll work just as well you're sure.

You almost stuff them into on of the pockets of your nice fur coat, before realizing you already need to get it washed and cleaned from all you put it through today. Instead you just set them in the cloth you carried the hares over.

"Why are you setting those paws aside?" Dio asks

"Lucky rabbits feet" You say with a shrug, as you push the meet into a stack in the middle of the table "Figured It'd be a waste just to toss them"

"Sometimes I think you spend a little too much time with Mirra, Anna" Dio says with a shake of his head

"Hey, its a common thing isn't it" You say, waving the knife around before realizing its still in your hand. You set it down just to be safe

"Besides, there's no such thing as too much luck" You say cheerfully as Dio frowns.

"I suppose, it just seems a bit childish to me" He admits "But there's no harm in it, just don't expect them to give you any actual luck"

"Oh its just for fun, like an accessory. but who knows, maybe they will" You say as you head for the pantry to look for the other ingredients you'll need to make the stew.

"Maybe" Dio says, watching you work to make the rough stew for Mr Joestar
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The stew bubbles, a thick brown color smelling of spices and garlic. It's a bit thicker than you meant it to be, mostly because you didn't know how much flour you were supposed to add...and you had to add some butter since the rabbits were so lean. You prod at it with the wooden spoon you've been mixing it with, some rough chunks of carrot floating to the top of the mud like substance.

You give it a taste, its certainly to your tastes, and would probably kill any cold from the all the garlic and spice you put into it, but it certainly isn't refined. And the hare has absorbed most of the flavors you've put into it. Makes your eyes water and the inside of your nose burns.

perfect for building health and strength, if you can stomach it.

"Well, it certainly won't make his condition worse" Dio says, looking at the pot with fear in his eyes "We'll...get a cook when we're wed, alright"

"Oh don't be like that, its perfectly fine" You say, pointing the spoon threateningly at him "Its Hardy, flavorful and packed full of everything the body needs"
cont
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>>4509381

"And somethings it certainly doesn't...that was good wine to" Dio says, looking at the bottle you accidentally emptied while trying to add a dash for flavor "And I'm not sure George's constitution can handle those peppers you added in"

"Spice helps the blood flow and keeps you warms" You say with a shrug "maybe a glass of milk or cream would help make it more palatable"

Dio shakes his head slowly, eyes locked on the bubbling pot.

"on the side, you mean?" He asks as you shoot him a glare

"I know how to cook" you grumble as you spoon some into a bowl, with a chunk of toasted bread sitting in it "Its fine, it needs to hardy to work"

"And the sugar you put in?" He asks, with his arms crossed, looking more amused than worried now

"It was too sour" You say with a smile as he grimaces

"How did you make it sour?" He asks, voice cracking in open confusion and worry "What did you put into it?"

"What it needed" You say pouting, upset your lover was insulting your, admittedly basic, skills in cooking.

"And you eat this every time you go hunting" Dio says, face frozen with horror "I cannot fathom how"

"Well I don't have as much to work with" You say as he covers his mouth "the more that's in it, the tastier it'll be"

"Oh poor George" He says mournfully, shaking his head "I'll go warn Jojo of the impending tragedy"

"I'm going kick your ass when you get back Dio" You say through gritted teeth

"Oh don't be like that Anna, we all have our weakness" He says with a mirthful smirk, that just made you angrier.

"I'll Kick it now!" You say, kicking a leg at his, trying not to spill the hot stew on yourself
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After ineffectually chasing your prat of a boyfriend around for awhile, you took the stew to Mr Joestar's room. Dio left to talk to Jojo, making a point to make it clear he wasn't going to claim you had poisoned his father with your cooking.

Almost slapped him for that, but you couldn't when he smiled like he did.

you rap the back of your hand on the door. And wince as you hear coughing from inside of it.

"Come in" Mr joestar's voice says, hoarse and rough. He takes several deep breaths, clearly trying his best not fall into another coughing fit.

"Mr Joestar?" You ask, as you push the door open with your shoulder.

"Ah, Anna, what brings you here today? and visiting me at such an hour" He asks, sitting up on the edge of his bed, his whiskers ungroomed and his greying hair messing. His chest was heaving and a fire was crackling in the corner of his room.

"its near afternoon sir" You say with a smile, you hated seeing George like this, damnable weather "And I came to see if I could help cure that cough...or well make you feel a bit better"

George tried to keep smiling as the smell no doubt hit him from across the room.

"Ah, plenty of garlic..." He says weakly "And there was no need to bring it to me yourself, that is part of the cook's duties after all"
cont
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>>4509402

"Oh I made it myself, hunted hares, butchered them and cooked the stew" You say with a beaming smile as George's smile falls.

"Oh" He says as his smile falters "You...know how to cook? Oh I am so thankful you'd take the time to do such a thing yourself. even if a lady of your standing should leave such things to the help...but just makes this gesture mean more, doesn't it"

You grin to try to not get angry, since he is trying to be polite.

"Well, no servants on a hunt, sir" You say as you set the bowl down on his side table, he eyes it warrily

"So, its a hunter's stew then? May I ask, what you've put in it, exactly, Miss Anderton?" He asks warmly, standing up, wincing as his bad knee acted up
What do you say?
[] "Plenty of vegetables and herbs that promote health, and hare of course"
[] "I'll pay back what I've used, I promise oh and Dio helped, so you know its filled with extra...love?"
[] "Well lets see, Hare, Onion, garlic, carrot, I think I found some ginger to, peppers I brought, three varieties, butter to fry to meat, flour, wine, sugar, there was cabbage I added but it seems to have vanished, lets see what else..."
[] "Oh I have to ask, would it be alright if I buried Dio on your estate, or must I do it on my family's land?" *Joking*
[] write in
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>>4509413
>[] "Plenty of vegetables and herbs that promote health, and hare of course"
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>>4509413
>[] "Plenty of vegetables and herbs that promote health, and hare of course"
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>>4509413
>[] "Plenty of vegetables and herbs that promote health, and hare of course"
>[] "Oh I have to ask, would it be alright if I buried Dio on your estate, or must I do it on my family's land?" *Joking*
Not part of my vote, but
>[] "I'll pay back what I've used, I promise oh and Dio helped, so you know its filled with extra...love?"
Extra love... OR POISON
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>>4509553
>>4509442
>>4509433
Plenty of veg, herbs and hare wins, writing
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"Plenty of vegetables and herbs that promote health" You say cheerfully, choosing to leave out the mistakes you may have made, namely the wine. The sugar won't matter much.

"And hare of course" You add as Mr Joestar raises the spoon from the tray you carried the bowl on, and swirls the stew around a bit.

"It certainly seems, heartier than what I am used to" He says, warily lifting the spoon up from the incredibly thick brother "Again you didn't have to go so far as making this yourself, Anna"

"Cook wouldn't know what to do with a hare" You say, trying to mind your manners and not sound too blunt "would've made it too light and leave out the best parts"

"Parts" Mr Joestar repeats, no doubt figuring out you meant organs, finely minced.

You stay in the door way, as he looks at you from over the steam rising over the spoon of the stew you made for him.

"Its what I eat whenever I'm out hunting for longer than a day" You say, trying to reassure him its perfectly safe to eat "It should help a little with that cough of yours"

"Well, I have yet to have a meal today, so a spoonful or two at least should do me well" He says, trusting you if only because he's known you to be honest for all the years you've known his son and ward.

He puts the silver spoon to his lips, closing his eyes and letting out a breath, before taking another spoonfull.

"It certainly isn't lacking in garlic, or heat" He says, his eyes widening "can't quite taste the hare"

You keep smiling as he rubs his throat and nods, taking a smaller spoonfull.

"Some wine would make it a bit easier to eat, but Its certainly woken me up" He says, sounding more awake than when you came to his room "And this is, good for me yes"

"Everything in it is" You say smiling still "and garlic is great when you're sick"

"So that's why there's so much of it" He says, taking another spoon full, closing his eyes as he does "Well it certainly does taste good for me, clears up the head...though I'd prefer my usual breakfast to it, if I am being honest"

"it is a hunter's stew" You say as he takes a bite of the hare meat floating around the bowl "so its probably isn't as refined as what you're used to, unfortunately"

"Oh I'm not saying I dislike it" He says, clearly trying not hurt your feelings " its just different from my usual fare, you understand...but thank you again, for being so thoughtful"

He takes a few deep breathes and continues eating.

"I quite like the hare" He says, trying to find something he can compliment about the dish "its very flavorful, when there isn't too much garlic or pepper with it. A bit lean for my tastes, however, and you made this all by your own hand?"

You nod and say "The pepper and garlic will probably help you the most, make it easier to breath, strengthen the heart, heat up the blood"

Mr Joestar did not seem to like that fact, but he kept eating anyways.
cont
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>>4509679

"Well, my compliments to the chef. When I'm in better health, I'd like to try the hare by itself. if you would be so kind as to take time out of your day to do so" He says kindly, setting the spoon down for a moment "Certainly not the breakfast I was expecting, but I appreciate it, it's certainly warmed me up"

He nods, bowing his head and cover his mouth as his body shook with another ragged, painful sounding cough. But there was only one, and it didn't seem to hurt him as much as it usually did.

He took a few deep breaths and another spoonful of the stew, shuddering from the strong taste of it.

"You've always been a sweet and kind young woman, Anna, despite how rough you may act at times" He says with a warm smile, the same his son usually wore, hands on his laps "Not many would take time to care for an old man who wasn't their own father"

"But you are Jojo's and he's my friend, it'd be wrong to just stand by and do nothing while you suffer" You say plainly, your frown only growing longer the more you saw George in this sorry state. It happened every year for the last few years, but it always hurt.

"Exactly, and to think I once believed those outlandish rumors that surrounded you as a girl" He laughed "To think there was gossip you frequented boxing rings and kicked a lad in...well his unmentionables"

Oh no that one was quite true. You still laugh about the memory when it comes back to your mind, and it takes all your will not to do so again now. It's still funny looking back on that day, seven years or so ago.

"Well, you hadn't known me as long then as you have now" You say, surprised that's still a secret after years of you training up your boxing skills, and the well known fact of your hobby hunting.
Guess it was the less believable of the two, even though both were masculine sports. Maybe its because you're so good you've never gotten bruised in the face.

"That is true, and you did seem like a right hellion in those days" Mr Joestar says politely "No offense meant, of course"

His heart might give out if he learned that you met Jojo by throwing rocks at a bully of his. You were and still are a Hellion, more or less.

What do you do
[] stay and chat with Mr. Joestar for awhile, seeing if there's anything else you can do for him
[] Go see what Dio and jojo are talking about
[] "Do you have interest in fortune telling?"
[] Take your leave, and spend sometime with your sister and her husband
[] write in
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>>4509694
>[] stay and chat with Mr. Joestar for awhile, seeing if there's anything else you can do for him
and if there isn't
[] Go see what Dio and jojo are talking about
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>>4509707
support
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>>4509707
+1
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>>4509775
>>4509709
>>4509707
Alright, writing
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"Oh none taken" You say, putting a hand over your heart "but aren't all children a little wild at times?"

"I suppose that is also true, but you took a while longer to calm down than most" He says, pausing to force more of the stew down his throat "At least from what I heard from your parents, and Jojo and Dio, you were quite the rambunctious little girl"

You smile, taking that more as a compliment than anything else. It was after all, and still was quite an accurate descriptor of yourself.

"I'd say I still am, not many ladies with an interest in hunting or desire to see the world from its wilder side" You say happily, but politely, trying to ignore the fact Mr Joestar was still in his nightwear this entire time, and how terrible he already looked this early into autumn. It was going to be a cold year, it already was. but it was only going to get harsher and colder from here.

"Is everything alright, you look troubled?" George says with a frown, his heavy eyes falling with worry, more wrinkles appearing on his face making him seem older than he truly was.

"Oh its nothing, nothing at all Mr Joestar" You say bowing your head to avoid looking at him, to try and cut off those dark thoughts and grim imaginings from filling your head

"It doesn't look like its nothing" He says gently "Something is bothering you. Is it of your future? I heard you were the star of the zoology course, so you shouldn't have to worry about your future prospects"

"it isn't that" You say with a frown "Its just an idle worry, nothing to be concerned about"

"Is it that Dio hasn't proposed yet? you're still young Anna" He says, trying to laugh but he's cut off by a wheeze as a cough shudders and tears through him again. He catches the look of horror in your eyes.

"Oh, its me then, isn't it" He says sadly, looking ashamed "Just like every other year, Jojo, Dio and you always get so worried about an old man like myself, it warms the heart but"

You don't say a word, biting your tongue and digging your hands into the fur of your coat.

"You shouldn't worry so much about me, its just what age brings" He says sorrowfully, sounding more sad of what his weakness is doing to those around him than what its wrecking on his body.

"And yet you will, despite sharing no relations with me besides the friendship and love you hold for my sons" He says, closing his eyes, a tear wetting his cheeks. He clutches at his check, stoically weathering another cough. Thankfully not a fit, just a single cough.

"And you, you're a great man, It'd be wrong just to stand by and watch you suffer" You say sadly, brushing under your eyes to keep from crying "Is there anything else I can do for you"

"You've done more than enough already, Anna" He says bowing his head "and all you can do. don't toil like a maid on my behalf, it'd break my heart to see it"

"Are you sure?" You ask a bit sternly, not meaning to speak with such a tone

cont
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>>4509821
"I'm certain, just this visit is enough" He says with a chuckle, his voice hiding the pain no doubt still lingering in his chest "though, if you could, tell my sons I am alright. I wouldn't want them to worry as you have"

it was a little too late for that. But you smiled as Mr Joestar stood back up, one hand on his bad knee as he moved closer to the fire in his grand room.

"I will, but keep in mind you shouldn't be moving around too much" You say as you turn to leave, as George warms himself by the fire.

"Oh its not as if I'm bedridden" He says as you leave "And goodbye, Anna"

"Goodbye, George" You say, as you slowly close the door to your room.

The stew seemed to help a little bit, even with how cold it already was. That helped relieve some of the worries in your mind. George would be fine, and if his health worsened, you'd make sure to help in anyway you could. Just as you were sure Jojo or Dio or Mirra would help if your parents were ill.

Its just what a friend would do. You figured Jojo and Dio would be in the former's study, talking about whatever it was they were discussing. You were going to head there anyways to see what it was they were saying, but Mr Joestar had asked only that you'd tell them he was fine. Even if he wasn't. So now you had two reason to barge into their conversation.

The joestar manor seemed quiet and colder somehow. You didn't run into many servants on your walk through its halls, and the lights seemed to be dimmer than they should be.

It was probably just your imagination, trying to make the world seem as glum as your thoughts. So you chose to ignore it, no point in moping around, after all.

You came to the door, after some time walking alone with your thoughts. And you could hear Jojo and Dio's voices behind the door, but couldn't quite make out what they were saying.

What do you do?
[] Eavesdrop and listen in on their conversation for awhile
[] Walk in and tell them Mr Joestar is fine
[] Walk in and tell them what you actually think
[] (Burning blood) kick open the door and complain about Dio criticizing your cooking
[] write in
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>>4509834
>[] Eavesdrop and listen in on their conversation for awhile
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>>4509834
>The joestar manor seemed quiet and colder somehow
There's some fuckery afoot, maybe we should ask Mirra to come check things out if we get more weird feelings in the house.
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>>4509834
[] Eavesdrop and listen in on their conversation for awhile
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>>4509834
>[] Eavesdrop and listen in on their conversation for awhile
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>>4510157
>>4509890
>>4509836
writing
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And while you could interrupt their conversation to join it, and pass on Mr Joestar's message. But they might be talking of something private, something they'll stop talking about if you were to suddenly know on the door, or open it and just walk inside. And your curiosity won't allow that. They might be talking about something you'd like to hear, after all. Sure its rude to eavesdrop but you've never really cared about being polite anyways.

So creeping up the wooden door, like you were stalking a bear or wolf, a fellow predator out in the woods, you got down to your knees and slowly waddled to to the door, careful not to make any noise by dragging the carpet you were kneeling on, or by hitting your knees to the floor. It must look rather childish, you trying to listen into a conversation you shouldn't hear, kneeling on the ground, your coat dragging behind you.

But there's no one around to raise a complaint or scold you for not acting your age. Haven't seen one servant outside of the cook and old butler. Made the Manor seem dead. But that just meant you didn't have to worry about being found out.

Putting your hands on the door for balance, you press an ear to where it meets the door frame, where the sound will be the least muffled.

"How long have you been planning this, Dio?" Jojo asks, sounding equal parts shocked and impressed, his voice filled with joy "Keeping it a secret. Telling no one, even from your own brother. You know I would've been happy to help, if you had just asked"

"Oh Jojo, you wouldn't have been able to keep it secret until the day" Dio says with a warm chuckle "And it means more if I do it myself, after all. That way my passion would come through, undiluted by other hands"

What were they talking about? Planning? Secrets? Passion? A stray thought passed your mind, hopefully whispering what you wanted them to be talking about. But that's just because George mentioned marriage during your talk with him. It couldn't be that, could it? Without meaning to, you had pressed yourself closer to the door.

"Oh I understand, Dio" Jojo says as you hear the clinking of glass "if you had told me before, I might not have been able to contain my excitement, or keep the secret safe. but still, its incredible how long you've been planning this, so it'd be perfect for her. You're certainly worthy of her"

Okay maybe it was what you were hoping it was. You were practically glued to the door nor, pressing your arms against it in a vain hope to try and hear what they were saying more clearly.

"I never had any doubts I was, but, alas, I couldn't keep my intent hidden much longer, it was burning inside of me and...to be honest her, affection had made it even harder to wait" Dio sighs as Jojo gasp but chuckles soon after, faking offense
cont
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>>4510386

"I've heard what the two of you tell each other, my friend, you're only human, I understand" Jojo says as you hear glass tapping onto word "And you're doing the right thing, instead of merely giving into the temptations of flesh. The proper way"

"Well, I wouldn't be able to keep my head held high if I gave in to such base temptations, jojo" Dio laughs "Though it was difficult to resist, I will admit"

Okay there's a few other things they could be talking about, but there's still a chance they aren't talking about what you think they are. Of what you're hoping their talking about. Of Marriage.

"So, may I see the ring?" Jojo asks, your hearts stopping as your burning blood freezes for a moment. There's a loud bang and clattering behind the door. And outside of it, as you ended up headbutting it from the sudden noise.

There's a dent now, either in the door or on the side of your head.

Through the waves of pain, you hear something about a mask, and jumping.

What do you do?
[] Go back to eavesdropping
[] Open the door and try to hide your excitment (cha check)
[] (Burning blood) throw the door open and make sure everything is okay
[] leave, before you end up screwing up again.
[] writein
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>>4510400
>[] Go back to eavesdropping
>something about a mask
>mask
Dare I assume... it's happening?
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>>4510400
>[] Go back to eavesdropping
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>>4510400
>[] Open the door and try to hide your excitment (cha check)
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>>4510400
>[] Go back to eavesdropping
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>>4510405
>>4510406
>>4510434
Alright, Listening in wins! writing
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And now you just have to hear more, to make sense of what they're saying and to hear exactly what Dio has planned for the two of your. Rings and weddings, that would be enough to get your heart racing, but somethings happened behind the door, and you want to know what it is! and hopefully hear a little more of Dio's "Secret". Curiosity burns alongside excitement and purest joy in your chest. You'd have to tell Mirra and Maria, it could be a surprise to your parents, let Dio ask them for you hand himself so as not to spoil the surprise of his surprise.

Putting your aching ear to the door again, you can hear what's happening between Jojo and Dio in that room.

"The mask! The mask! it came alive!" You hear Jojo shouting, loud enough you could've heard him from down the hall "Its made of stone yet it leapt into the air like a living creature"

"It hasn't done that before has it?! its just a normal mask!" Dio yells, sounding lost in shock and completely knocked off his feet "Something's come out of the back out of it...claws?"

"They...they look more like tentacles to me" Jojo says, as you hear footsteps as something being dragged off the floor roughly "It isn't moving now, but it just flew into the air...I didn't imagine that did I? Dio?"

There's a silence, no sound besides your breathing and theirs, separated by walls and wood.

"No, I saw it with my own eyes as well, those claws suddenly unsheathed from its back, with enough force to launch it" Dio says, talking quickly, the way he does when he's particularly excited or pumped, his voice raising higher as he spoke.

"If I hadn't seen it for myself, I'd think you were insane, but the mask moved, as if with a life of its own" Dio continued, calming down a bit and hushing his voice "Jojo...what happened"

"I don't know Dio, from all my studies and research with the mask and the culture of its origin, I have seen or read of nothing like this happening before. It was just supposed to be a religious mask that the aztecs used in their religious ceremonies" Jojo said, sounding more fascinated than frightened or shocked "if..they had the ability to create something like this, that will rewrite history, but what could such a thing be used for? And what caused such a reaction"

"Blood?" You hear Jojo says, no doubt examining the mask "But what use would there be for a mask, that releases daggers that would dig into its wearers skull and pierce their brain if it activated while worn?"

"Execution perhaps?" Dio suggests "I wouldn't know. I only know of the aztecs by the notes you've written about them, maybe it was a form of blood sacrifice? that killed the priest as well?"

"Maybe it was a test of faith" Jojo mutters "Fascinating, absolutely fascinating...but would it even kill the wearer? how far would these "claws" dig through bone? Maybe it was meant to hold it in place instead"
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>>4510532

"I wouldn't want to test that theory myself" Dio replied "I always thought that mask was a little creepy, like it was watching me"

"Mirra, she knows of the occult, perhaps she's studied accounts of the aztec culture and religion that I've over looked" Jojo says, snapping his fingers judging from the sound "Maybe she'd know what to make of this"

"She might, actually, but would she be able to separate myth from fact from what she's read? If she's even studied the Aztecs. She's certainly a genius, but I'm not sure even she would know what the purpose of such a mask would be" Dio says

"No, in her parlor, she had some Aztec artifacts and old art among the rest of the religions she took interest in...she may just know the secret to this" Jojo says excitedly, sounding like a little boy again he was so energetic "this stone mask"

What do you do?
[] Open the door to see what they're talking about
[] keep listening, this is interesting, a living mask?
[] Rush to go ask Mirra yourself
[] knock on the door and ask if they're alright, pretending to have just arrived
[] write in
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>>4510549
>[] Open the door to see what they're talking about
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>>4510549
>[] Open the door to see what they're talking about
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>>4510609
>>4510555
Alright, writing
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At this point, you can't hold back your curiosity any longer. A stone mask coming alive and leaping into the air? With knives and claws and tentacles coming out of its back after reacting to blood by the sounds of it! It might not be a mask at all but an entirely undiscovered form of life. and the explorer and zoologist in you couldn't let a chance to meet an undocumented form of life pass by you. And the Adventurer and little girl in your heart could stand to miss what might be something strange and supernatural. So without further thought, you grab a hold of the door's handle and open it up. You nearly fling it open in you rush to see what's going on and what Dio and Jojo are talking about.

And you find them, huddled around Jojo's desk, the floor littered with books and papers that fell during the surprise suddenly leaping to life. Jojo was dressed in baby blue shirt, cream colored vest and deep blue yarn coat, accompanied by a tie. And he didn't look too shocked to see you. There was wine dripping from his desk to the floor, like pooling blood. Dio looked back at you with a flash of worry in his eyes.

And between the two of them, laying on its side, held up by several long stone hooks. Was a mask, a hard expression carved into its face, with clear lips and what looked like fangs coming from where the mouth would be. And a strange fern like protrusion rising from the bridge of its nose to curl at the furl head like some kind of tumor. And you could make out the faintest smear of red upon its stone lips

"Anna!" Jojo said, happy to see you, probably because of what he and Dio were discussing just now, before the mask decided to spring to life "Wonderful to see you, Dio was just telling me about the meal you prepared for my father, I am in your debt, my friend"

He was clearly trying his best to keep from telling the "Secret" he just heard, and you could hear the excitement in his voice, from both the discovery of the mask and Dio's plans.

Dio shot him a look, narrowing his eyes before smiling.

"Don't worry, neither of us are hurt, if that's what you were worried about, we just got a little shock is all' Dio explains, studying your expression intently, a smile on his lips "My apologies if we frightened you with that shouting"

"We simply discovered something truly exciting, is all, some shock is to be expected" Jojo said almost breathlessly, a manic energy in his eyes as he put a hand next to the stone mask.

It didn't move, and you couldn't see where those hooks had emerged from in the mask, its like they grew out. You could see them slowly retreating now.

Was it alive? or merely some kind of magic thing?

What do you say?
[]...is that the mask I heard you screaming about?
[] What's so exciting about a lump of stone? even if it can "bite"?
[] Do you think it might be alive? Maybe a new form of life?!
[] So Dio, you have something to tell me yesssss? *Wearing a shit eating grin*
[] write in
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>>4510726
>[] So Dio, you have something to tell me yesssss? *Wearing a shit eating grin*
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>>4510726
>[]...is that the mask I heard you screaming about?
>>4510739
>wanting to ruin dio's plans
for shame, anon
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>>4510742
the opportunity for smugness clouds my judgement.
changing to
>[]...is that the mask I heard you screaming about?
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>>4510781
>>4510742
Writing
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You walk up to the two of them, and move between them to look at the stone mask a little more closely.

"Is that the mask I heard you two screaming about?" You ask, poking its side and rolling back up right as the hooks that burst out of its back retract, leaving it laying as it must've been before it leapt to life.

"Careful" Dio says, pushing it away from you quickly, his voice sharpened with worry for your safety "We have no idea what it can do"

"Its just a mask, what's the worst thing it could do to me?" You ask, turning to him, pulling your arm away from the mask anyways. No point in worrying him after all

"We don't know, better to leave it alone" Dio says, taking a step to put himself between you and the mask "Than to poke it and risk making it burst into flames or something"

"I doubt that will happen, but better safe than sorry" Jojo says, agreeing with Dio "For all we know its some kind of weapon or torture device, best to keep our distance, Anna"

Jojo picks the map up gingerly and sets it on the far side of his desk, pulling his arm back quickly as if he expects it to leap up and bite into it.

"For our safety, until we understand it a bit more" He says, turning his back to it "But yes, it is, it suddenly sprung into the air, propelled by those tentacles in its back"

"Claws" Dio says, holding his hand up and looking it over "After I touched it, and it reacted from as far as we can tell, the little blood still left on my hands"

"Might've been something else that triggered it" Jojo says, before reaching for a small letter knife left on the desk "Only one way to find out"

Dio watched that mask carefully, muscles tensed as he waited for it to react, ready to jump in front of you or push you out of the way if the need came up.

You, yourself just watched the stone mask curiously, excited to see what those hooks coming out would look like. It can't be that dangerous, it was just an old mask. A rock. Dio and Jojo were overreacting, though it'd be a lie to say you didn't enjoy Dio acting protective of you. It was cute, but unnecessary really.

Jojo pricks his thumb with that letter opener, and drags it over the mask's forehead, leaving a crimson streak over the stone's rough surface.

You don't jump as the Mask bounces into the air, long hooks seeming to melt out of the stone. The force is great enough to fling it into the air, almost a foot high.

"So it is blood then" Jojo says, letting out a breath, his hand trembling, a smile on his lips "We're certain its blood that makes it react, I've never seen anything like this"

"None of us have" Dio says through his teeth, as you try to get a closer look, he puts an arm out to stop you "Anna, don't get closer to that thing, its dangerous"

"And perhaps the greatest discovery of this century" Jojo adds, putting himself in the way of the mask, keeping you from seeing it.
Cont
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>>4510882
"this may prove that the Aztecs were far more advance than any written historical record has ever suggested them to be" He begins to ramble, sounding in awe of the simple stone mask " there's no technology that could make stone react like that, it has no mechanism to cause it as far as I see, and even if it did, how would it detect the presence of blood. It just"

he runs a hand through his hair.

"Doesn't make any sense" He says, sounding somewhat afraid because of the mask. He pulls his hand away from his head and clenches it into a fist under his chin, lost in thought.

What do you do?
[] Mess with the mask
[] Tell Dio and Jojo they're both are overreacting
[] Help clean up the mess on the floor
[] "I have an idea to test how dangerous it is, wait here" *go grab a piece of firewood*
[] write in
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>>4510889
>[] Help clean up the mess on the floor
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>>4510889
>[] Help clean up the mess on the floor
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>>4510889
>[] Help clean up the mess on the floor
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>>4510991
>>4510930
>>4510908
Alright, writing
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"Well might as well get this mess cleaned up, instead of just worrying what a chunk of carved stone can do" You say, as you decided to at least do something more useful than making stew today, and because it seemed like all the Joestar's help were taking the day off outside of two of them. You hadn't seen a single maid or even the butler's apprentice the entire time you had been in the manor today. Which was odd.

"Oh there's no need, really, its my study after all" Jojo says, as you begin to pick up the books that fell to the floor, first. Either Jojo and Dio ran jumped into the Bookshelf when that mask surprised them, and knocked half of its contents to the floor "I can clean it myself"

"Tch, I'll do it anyways" You say, as Jojo starts to help, Dio picking up a few papers that had fallen around his feet soon afterwards

There were papers scattered here and there as well, just notes and blank pages, some of them now soaking up the spilled wine. There was also an old leather case that had flown from the shelf during the excitement. on its side, its lid right openn. The lock must've broke from the fall. Shame, it looked like a good luggage box, but let jojo worry about replacing it. Hell he was lucky it hadn't fallen on his head, a box that size could crush a skull if it feel from enough height. You'd kick whoever was stupid enough to put this on top of a bookshelf in the shin, it was a serious danger, and looks like its been there for quite awhile judging from all the dust clinging to it

You reach down and pick it up, Jojo setting a stack of books back into the shelf next to you, while Dio organizes the various notes and papers that had covered the floor, pausing to quickly read through them as he did.

But as looked to find a place to put the case, while putting its contents back inside of it. It seemed to be used to store books...but why not just put those on a shelf? Morons. Maybe you'd just throw it out, not like anyone would miss it.

You picked up an old journal, dusting it off roughly before tossing it into the case, when a a letter yellowed with age catches your eyes.

From a glance you can see the words Brando and Joestar on it. Where'd that come from?

What do you do?
[] put it back, it probably doesn't matter anyways
[] read through it real quick
[] Ask Jojo and Dio if they know why that case was on the top of a bookcase anyways?
[] stuff it into your pocket and go back to cleaning
[] write in
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>>4511047
>[] Ask Jojo and Dio if they know why that case was on the top of a bookcase anyways?
And also about the letter
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>>4511055
support
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>>4511047
>[] Ask Jojo and Dio if they know why that case was on the top of a bookcase anyways?
>[] read through it real quick
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>>4511055
>>4511064
Alright, writing.
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"Hey, Jojo, Dio, do you either of you know why this bookcase was on the top of one of these bookcases?" You ask, smacking its lid to draw their attention to yourself "it could've killed someone if it fell, hell it probably nearly caved in one of your skulls when it did!"

"I've never seen that before, must've been on one of the cases I've ignored, mostly...how long has that been up there?" Jojo asks, looking a little worried "Its absolutely covered in dust, it must've sat undisturbed for years"

"Must've been forgotten all that time" Dio says, looking the case up and down and prodding it with his shoe "By some absolute idiot, I assume"

"Yeah, no kidding" You say, grateful it missed both of your dear friends "Also it had a letter in it, seems to be about as old, from your father Dio, to Mr Joestar"

Dio eyes went wide as Jojo frowned.

"Its probably a correspondence he had with my father, god that case must've been up there for years, undisturbed" Jojo says, sounding amazed

Dio said nothing, remaining as still as a corpse.

"May I see that letter, Anna?" He asks suddenly, eyes locked on the piece of paper in your hands

What do you do
[] Give it to him
[] Ask why he wants it so badly
[] Read it before you hand it to him
[] Remember what he told you of his father, and tear it in half so he doesn't have to relive those memories
[] write in

Also just letting you lads know, I'll be taking a break from running tomorrow and will resume on the 29th. as a heads up.
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>>4511217
>[] Read it before you hand it to him
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>>4511217
>[] Read it before you hand it to him
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>>4511217
>[] Read it before you hand it to him
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>>4511217
>[] Read it before you hand it to him
have a good rest OP!
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>>4511217
>[] Read it before you hand it to him
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>>4511646
>>4511506
>>4511488
>>4511463
>>4511457
writing
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You unfold it quickly, since Dio only asked to see it, not to hand it over to him right then and now. The writing is rough but cleaner than yours, and as you expected from the signature on the front of it, it was written by Dio's father. Dario. A cruel hearted monster who drunk himself to death, something neither of the joestars knew, but you did. Dio told you as you watched a sunset with some wine you had bought for the occasion. He refused to touch it, and that's when he told you. What he did to him, what he did to his mother. What you would've done to the old drunk if he had lived a few more years.

You read over the letter, Dio not moving to take it from you as Jojo continues to organize and clean the books he or Dio knocked from their cases in their moment of surprise.

In it Dario describes his current, and deserved condition, a slow lingering death bed bound from some sickness that had taken hold of him. Talking of returning the favour George owed him, to take care of Dio when he was gone and raise him in his place. Not like he had acted fatherly when he was alive, but at least he still gave Dio a path to a better life and to you. Seems he suffered from horrible cough, pains in the chest, being unable to rise unassisted. Whatever this sickness was, it came suddenly one winter day and worsened from then on.

The cough painfully reminds me of you of Mr Joestars yearly condition, that the cold brings upon him. Though he was not bed bound like Dario Brando was in the months leading to his final days, Dario was a drunk. He'd have a weaker body than a man who only occasionally imbibes alcohol and in much lesser quantities. A worrying thought crossed your mind.

What if George was now suffering from the same affliction as Dario had? some kind of ever present disease that only made itself known when the temperature cooled? it was possible, but you knew little about disease.

But it was worrying, how kindly Mr Joestar's winter sickness seemed to be a lesser form of whatever kill Dario brando. Besides of course the booze he drank like water and god's hand strangling evil out of his world. They had met, when Dario saved George, didn't they? near twenty years ago now, if you remember the story told to you by Dio and Jojo before.

Could they have caught some kind of virus that day? That lay dormant before it attacked when their immune systems were weak enough? It'd explain why Dario suffered from it first, and then Mr Joestar as he grew older and feebler.

It was unlikely, of course, but the other connections you could draw between The death of the beast and the illness of kind Mr Joestar, were impossible.

Either they had been cursed, or someone was poisoning them but giving Mr Joestar are smaller dose, but that was ridiculous!

"Anna, may I see that letter, darling?" Dio asks again, more urgently than before
cont
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>>4513188

What do you do?
[] Give him the letter and keep what you read yourself, to go read up on diseases (int check)
[] Tell them you've found out what's causing George's cough
[] To be sure, ask Jojo if he knows of any gypsy curses on his family
[] Privately tell Jojo what you've found, since Dio might blame himself if he heard your theory
[] write in

Going to be a bit slow today I fear. One of my fingers hurts like a bitch
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>>4513192
>[] Give him the letter and keep what you read yourself, to go read up on diseases (int check)
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>>4513192
>[] Give him the letter and keep what you read yourself, to go read up on diseases (int check)
then
>[] Privately tell Jojo what you've found, since Dio might blame himself if he heard your theory
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>>4513192
>Give him the letter and keep what you read to yourself. Seek out the most renowned Physician in England to find aid for Mr. Joestar before the mystery illness can get worse.
Because OC characters are kind of fun!
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>>4513271
Support
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>>4513194
>>4513271
>>4513332
alright, roll 1d20+int (DC 17)
best out of three
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Rolled 4 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>4513380
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Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>4513380
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>>4513399
Alright, writing
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Rolled 15 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>4513380
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You decide not voice your suspicions, that both of Dio and Jojo's father caught the same illness two decades ago before and it only started to affect them years after the fact. It sounds simply ridiculous, but out of all the possibilities from both Dario and George suffering from the same kind of illness, outside of mere coincidence, it is the only one that isn't completely impossible. Besides, you talk about it around Dio, he may blame himself for Mr Joestar's winter cough, since it was a bit more believe able that he carried the illness from Dario to George than it surviving in their bodies for twenty or so years. Well surviving in Mr Joestar, it killed that monster of a drunk stone cold dead.

"Oh of course, just got a little curious" You say sweetly to hide the worries and fears plaguing your mind, and what the theory of yours will mean if it turns out to be right "Sorry, Dio"

"Its fine, I just thought that that letter might've been lost forever" He says bowing his head, as he looks it over, reading it quickly "and I felt the need to reminisce, on those long gone days"

He folds it and places it in his coat's pocket.

"A memento of times past" He says, the bitterness in his thoughts leaking through his "I'll make not to lose it this time"

You smile, and lift up the case, trying to make it so no one would notice the latch was busted and broken from the fall. It wasn't to heavy, and there was a crook in the library it'd fit perfectly. You said nothing to Jojo or Dio, about your idea of why Mr Joestar always gets a terrible cough in the winter. You'd tell Jojo, once you've had more of an idea of WHAT could exactly be causing it and how to treat it. But you were sure, if you forced yourself to study it, you would find the answer in no time at all
_
you were haggard, you were tired, and you were pissed off, you bought books on disease and medicine, and borrowed some from the Joestar's private collection. And you found nothing that exactly matched the symptoms of what was happening to Mr Joestar. It wasn't Pneumonia, it was a dry cough and didn't come with a fever, and it lasted all autumn and winter. IF it only lasted for a month or two it might've been bronchitis, but that wouldn't explain the general weakness George suffered as soon as it got cold enough.

Asthma? Mr Joestar was not an active man, but the manor was well cleaned and it wouldn't have come from nowhere in the evening of his life. Emphysemea? which you struggled to remember the name as you were reading about it? While he did smoke Tabaco on occasion, a trait shared with his son, he had no shortness of breath and again, wouldn't explain the weakness and fragility that always followed the cough.

Nothing in the textbooks you've read matched it exactly, and the diseases that it did resemble had glaring differences! it was maddening!
cont
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>>4513459
You even ask Mirra if she knew of some kind of folk curse or similar that could do that, and then got a lecture upon CELTIC! CELTIC WITCHCRAFT! You were losing your mind.

"You look terrible, Anna" Jojo says, as one of the maids brings you a cup of tea "Is everything alright? You're luck Dio isn't here to see you like this, you look half dead, no offense"

"None taken" You say tiredly, wiping under your eyes, feeling the bags that have formed under them "But Jojo, I think...I know what's wrong with your father"

"Have you been researching his condition?" Jojo asked, sounding both shocked and impressed "is there a way to cure it? or at least lessen its symptoms?"

"I don't even know the name of it, all I know is that it's a cough and general weakening of the body, and when Dio's father died, he suffered from a similar but worse condition like your father suffers" You say tiredly, nearly nodding off as you explained what little you knew to Jojo "Every Autumn and winter, I think they either caught it from the same source or Dio acted as a carrier when he came to your home. And it only made itself known when George got weaker from age"

"And how did you figure that out? Did Dio tell you?" Jojo asks, frowning, with a suspicious look on his face

"It was in the letter of his I found, a...week or so again" You say, jumping back awake as Jojo gets a concerned look on his face

"Could you tell me exactly what that letter said?" He asked, from across the table as steam rushed against your face. You were just too tired to stay awake.

What do you do
[] fall asleep
[] tell him what you remember (wis check)
[] "Dio still has it, you can check it your self, jojo"
[] "Like I said, before Dario Brando died, he suffered from a terrible dry cough, and was so weak he couldn't get out of bed"
[] write in
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>>4513474
>[] tell him what you remember (wis check)
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>>4513474
>[] tell him what you remember (wis check)
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>>4513565
>>4513482
Alright
roll d20 + Wis (DC 16, since she's fucking tired)
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Rolled 4 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>4513658
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Rolled 1 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>4513658
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Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>4513658
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>>4513665
>>4513668
Oh dear.
>>4513669
Bless you, anon.
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>>4513669
Saved by the last roll writing
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"Well" you yawn, grabbing the cup of strong black tea, ignore the handle and gripping it by the still hot rim, ignoring the pain "It really wasn't anything that interesting, but sure, I'll do my best to remember what was written"

"Exactly as it was written" Jojo says, frowning, leaving his own tea untouched "Of course"

"Of course" You mumble, sipping some of the scalding, bitter tea. its in desperate need of sugar and cream, far too bitter to be tolerable

Jojo leaned over the table, placing his elbows on the edge of it as he listened, hands clasped together, resting his head on his knuckles.

"Let me see" you say, dropping a handful of sugar cubs into the cup, soaking them red before you grabbed the pitcher of cream and splashed it over the top of the stack, stirring and smashing them into the liquid "it started With Dario brando, telling your father that he was calling in the favor he had long owed him, in writing that was surprisngly better than my own"

"Go on, Anna" Jojo says as you drink your thick, mind numbingly, eye openly sweet tea "He must have been referring to the debt my father owed him, from saving his life"

"Probably, but then he went on to bemoan his sorry state at length, this part took up most of the letter" You say, sighing and trying not to let your hatred for a dead man to soak into the tone of your voice "To be honest, describing in detail the suffering he went through and changing hand writing part way through"

"And what was it he described? you said symptoms like what befalls my father each year?" Jojo asks, voice level and calm.

You drag one of the sweet biscuits through the foggy white tea, soaking and crumbling it into it.

"Well" You say, taking a sip of dessert in a cup "It began with coughing fits, that gradually worsened over time, that he attributed to London's air at the time. But they didn't go away, and eventually they began to tear his insides"

You drop another biscuit into your tea, Jojo says nothing.

"Then his conditioned worsened, food wouldn't digest properly, judging from what he wrote his organs started to fail" You say pausing to drink down more of the thick elixir you've made "But I wouldn't know, and finally he became bed power, muscles weakened to the point he was unable to rise from his own filth"

"My god" Jojo said, sounding horrified as you hid a cruel smirk behind your tea cup. Dario deserved worse and you hope the devil is boiling his bowels in hell. But Jojo doesn't know what kind of man Dario was, only Dio and yourself did.

"That's terrible" Jojo says after a moment "Horrifying...but how long did it take for it to progress to that point?"

"Seems to have burned through the.." You pause, biting your tongue as you almost say bastard "the man over the course of a few months"

"and it came suddenly?" He asked, raising an eyebrow "Without any reason?"
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>>4513719

"It Started and ended in the winter" You say with a shrug "That's one reason I think his ailment is that same as your father's, the rest of the letter, if you're curious, is asking Mr Joestar to raise Dio as his own son and as a proper gentleman, including a portion about wealth and taste and yadda yadda yadda"

Jojo frowns, closing his eyes as you continue to drink your tea, to at least stay awake long enough to get home or to a bed.

"But if it was the same sickness, why is my father still alive, if it killed Dario within a year?" Jojo asks, with a grim, serious tone

What do you say
[] Dario was an old, poor, drunk. It'd be like asking why a fat dog couldn't outrun a wolf.
[] Who knows, really, maybe London's smog made it worse?
[] I think Dario would be dead now anyways, his body probably couldn't fight it as well as your father's could.
[] Why would I know? Jojo? I know animals, not people
[] write in
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>>4513735
>[] Who knows, really, maybe London's smog made it worse?
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>>4513735
>[] Who knows, really, maybe London's smog made it worse?
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>>4513735
>Well, Dio and his father lived in poverty. They wouldn't have had access to many of the things that we take for granted - food, medicine, even a warm house had to be paid for with hard-earned money. And london is fully civilized, you're not exactly allowed to go hunting or chopping down any tree you see over there.
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>>4513773
>>4513759
Okay saying who knows, wins. writing. Sorry for the few updates today.
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>>4513878
You're good boss, votes seems slower today anyway.
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"Who knows" You saying, knowing it was probably the liquor "Really, maybe London's smog made it worse?"

Jojo doesn't seem to take that as an acceptable answer, and remains as he is, closing his eyes while he keeps his chin resting on the back of his broad knuckles.

"Maybe, maybe that explains it, but something doesn't feel right" He muttered, raising his eyebrows, but keeping his eyes shut "The sickness effects more than the lungs, why would the quality of the air aggravate its effects?"

"I don't know, just guessing what could've made Dario's case so much worse than your father's" You say, knowing it was because his guts were already pickled from alcoholism "Maybe your father hasn't suffered as badly because he stays warm and by a fire"

"If the symptoms only manifest in the cold, being kept warm, by my vague understanding of disease and health" Jojo says, sounding more like he's talking to himself than to you, sorting through his thoughts out loud "Shouldn't my father's cough be kept at bay from the fires and heavy clothing he wears"

"I'm not sure it works like that" You say, not knowing at all if that's how it'd work yourself "But, it makes sense to me it would"

"So why doesn't it? We take good care of him, not only our servants, but Dio and myself as well, you yourself have done our best to keep him comfortable and warm"

"Neither of us know much about this subject, so all of this is just guessing, its just, I figured I'd tell you, how similar, if much worse, Dario's sickness was to Your father's" You say, draining your cup of tea and shrugging your shoulders, leaning back in the chair you're sitting in "Figured it might help us figure out a way to help him or keep it at bay"

Jojo sat up straight, rubbing his chin in thought, before a concerned look washed over his face and he frowned. Then shook his head

"No, no it couldn't be...could it?" He said under his breath a look of worry flashing over his eyes.

"Couldn't be what?" You say, he looks up to you and pauses before smiling weakly

"Oh just thinking out loud, Anna, its nothing" He says, his smile already fading leaving the worry etched into his face "Perhaps we should leave the subject of my father's illness for another day, hopefully by then we'll know more about it for certain, and can make real progress in finding a cure of some kind"

"So you want to change the subject?" You ask as he nods

"I don't like talking about my father's ill health, as you know, Anna" jojo admits meekly

What do you say?
[] So what were you thinking when you said "Couldn't be?"
[] So when exactly Dio does intend to propose to me?
[] (hunter) Do you have any interest in hunting Lions? Jojo?
[] I know, I'm just worried, about George, and afraid whatever he has may be contagious
[] write in
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>>4513923
>[] So what were you thinking when you said "Couldn't be?"
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>>4513923
>"So, what do you intend to do about it, Jojo?"
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>>4513923
>[] So what were you thinking when you said "Couldn't be?"

Finally, another good JoJo quest to scratch the itch.

And perhaps another JoJo protagonist that can one day become the ultimate life form!
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[] So looking forward too seeing your girlfriend again?
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>>4514159
>>4513936
Awake and writing
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>>4514159
Ah, another anon with the right idea!
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"So what were you thinking when you said it "couldn't be" You ask, grabbing a cube of sugar and plopping it on your tongue as Jojo frowns again.

"Nothing, just a ridiculous thought that crossed my mind, is all" He says after a moment "Just a stray thought, nothing more".

"And what was it?" You ask, swishing the melting sugar cube around your mouth with your tongue

"Nothing" Jojo says, cracking his knuckles "I just had a thought, that was utterly unbelievable, its why I said it couldn't be so"

You look at him and mouth the words "What was it?" without actually saying it. A pained expression passed over Jojo's face, and he let out a sigh.

"Besides the cold, the only thing that was in common when Dio's father and mine fell ill, was Dio" He said, wincing and now doubt expecting you to rage and shout and yell at him for such a ridiculous thought.

But speaks first, holding his hands up in front of himself to try and get you to remain calm enough for him to speak.

"And I don't mean I think he's the cause or has a hand in causing their sickness" Jojo says gently, trying to placate you before you got angry with what he was saying "its just a thought that came into my head, a ridiculous one, Like I said, I have no idea where it came from, it just came to me"

You look him the eyes.

"Like I said, it couldn't be, its like standing on a cliff and having an urge to jump, its just a stray thought, nothing more" He continues to explain "It'd be insanity to claim something like that, Dio wouldn't do such a thing, to his father or mine"

What do you do
[] (burning blood) Just storm off so you don't yell at your friend
[]Tell Jojo Dio hated his father.
[] Agree, its ridiculous to even imagine such a thing.
[] Make a mental note to ask Dio next time you see him
[] write in
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>>4514628
>[] (burning blood) Just storm off so you don't yell at your friend
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>>4514628
>[] (burning blood) Just storm off so you don't yell at your friend
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>>4514659
>>4514692
Writing
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You don't say a word, just push your chair away from the table with your foot, standing up and storming off, mind burning with anger from just the idea of what Jojo was saying, and that'd he even think it, even if he saw how ridiculous it was the moment it passed his mind. Dio poisoning Mr Joestar? Impossible, and the merely think it, just pissed you off, but you didn't want to yell at your friend. Even if he didn't believe it, it still crossed his mind.

You would forgive them, but the love you felt for Dio fanned the flames burning in your veins and heart. You'd do something you'd never forgive yourself if you remained here as you were now. So before you could start yelling and screaming at Jojo for even entertaining the thought for a second. Dio poisoning your father, what next? him planning to murder you in cold blood?

He loved that man as his own father and for good reason, Dario was a shit parent.

"Anna..." Jojo says sadly as you stomp out of the room, grinding your teeth.

You ignore him, heading to the main hall, smoke and steam till taking up most of your head. You wanted to lash out, to smash and break something to vent and scream how much horseshit it was. Dio wouldn't do something so terrible, shame on Jojo for even having the thought for a moment that it was so much as a possibility. You wanted to hit something, to scream and yell until you lost your voice.

But you also knew you rage would pass and acting out these impulses wouldn't help anything. You were just angry, angry at an idea, it'd be wrong to lash out at your friend or anyone else because of it.

But you furious, it felt like you were burning up inside, you couldn't think straight, all of your self control and thought processes were busy keeping you from hitting the closest thing to you.

(Anna is blinded by rage)

What do you do?
[] (Burning blood) Find Dio
[] (Burning blood) Go outside, for a walk, and hit the first thing you see
[] (Burning blood) wander the halls looking for something cold to splash on yourself
[] (burning blood) Start screaming and yelling to try and calm down
[] write in
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>>4514822
>[] (Burning blood) Go outside, for a walk, and hit the first thing you see
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>>4514822
>[] (Burning blood) Find Dio
Time to rage fuck
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>>4514822
>[] (Burning blood) Find Dio
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>>4514824
+1
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>>4514822
[] (Burning blood) Go outside, for a walk, and hit the first thing you see
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>>4515111
>>4514824
>>4515109
Winner, writing
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Knowing on an instinctive level you won't be able to keep your anger under control much longer, turn to the front door and nearly run into it to get it open, fumbling with the lock as everything starts to go a little hazy. The handle feels ice cold to the touch, your hands sweating from merely touching it. the door flies open, you stumble out of it into the cold autumn air, feeling as though you're being cooked from the inside. An animal born of fury and rage screams to escape your skull and bite and claw at the world. You start running, then sprinting, so you won't meet someone and swing at them rather than some inanimate. The gate is open, otherwise you'd have ran into it as you charge forward into nothing, your thoughts a horrid chorus of screaming and yells, your own thoughts sounding so loud in your head that they're starting to give you a headache.
And then, after you get to the bottom of the hill, you keep running, everything becoming a blur as you sprint for who knows how long, trying to escape the searing rage burning within your blood and mind.

And then it all comes back to you, the next thing you are aware of really is a piercing pain in your hands. It takes a second for you to realize what happens, the clouds and haze clearing from your hand from the presence of pain.

Luckily, it wasn't from breaking some poor bastards jaw, lashing out and screaming. You were, far from the joestar estate, about a few minutes of running. You can tell that even if you're memory of it is a little fuzzy. The last thing you remember clearly was leaving Jojo so you wouldn't yell at him.

Everything after that's a little blurry, and the burning pain in your knuckles isn't helping you remember.

"Aaaaaah" You groan, leaning against the tree you've punched, slowly twitching your fingers, little bursts and needles of pain shooting through your palm with every movement.

Looking down, you saw they were soaked with blood, the skin on your fingers scraped off, leaving open wounds down the base of your fingers. You hand was shaking, it hurt worse than hell.

Breathing, you tried your best to ignore the pain and stand up straight, feeling surprisingly calm despite what you did to your hand. Serene almost, like every worry in your mind had been eaten up by your rage.

It felt nice, and you'd have to apologize to Jojo for getting upset over just a stray thought, even if it was a terrible, horrible thought. And make sure it remained a secret between the two of you.

Dio, poisoning Mr Joestar? It was ridiculous, even if it there was a weak logic to it. He was with both Dario and George when they became sick, it was natural to think of that as a connection. But Dio would never do something so terrible. You knew it, and Jojo knew it.

"Hell" You groan, managing to uncurl your fist at last, piercing pain crawling into your arm, along with streams of the blood flowing out of your knuckles.
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>>4515161

Some of your fingers felt a little broken, but you were sure it was fine, you could still move them after all.

Standing up, leaning away from the tree, you looked back. And saw an impact in the wood, the bark peel away and a dent in the wood itself. Blood covered skin stuck to the edges.

Huh, guess you had a harder hook than you realized. No wonder Benjamin lost most of his teeth to it over the years.

What do you do?
[] go home and treat your wounds
[] Go apologize to Jojo
[] Sit down and wait for the pain to fade
[]Mirra probably has something to help with pain
[] write in
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Also forgot to say I probably won't be able to run on halloween, as my family has some plans for it, and I'll be away from my computer basically all day.
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>>4515163
[] Go apologize to Jojo
We did overreact after all
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>>4515163
>[] Go apologize to Jojo

Also maybe utter a quick apology to the tree, too.
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>>4515163
>[] Go apologize to Jojo
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We need to train that
[] Go apologize to Jojo
Then, quickly
[] go home and treat your wounds
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>>4515163
>[] Go apologize to Jojo
And then...
>Go to Mirra for help treating the wounds and ask if she has anything for the pain.
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>>4515163
>[] Go apologize to Jojo
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>>4515163
>[] go home and treat your wounds
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>>4515242
>>4515355
>>4515498
>>4515688
>>4516007
>>4516182
>>4516540
Apologizing to Jojo wins, I'll write it up tomorrow morning cause I am exhausted from today
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And now that pain has gone and cleared your head, you realized you kind of overreacted about all this. Not just because one of your hands and some of your arm was covered in blood and you put a dent in a solid oak's trunk, but also because you had sprinted down here as far as you could remember and had done so because you were so furious at something so small that you couldn't even remember that clearly.

That was probably angrier than you've been in a long time, if not your entire life. Not apologizing for acting like that would just be incredibly rude, you over reacted after all. And Jojo is one of best friends, so before anything else, you'll just make your way back the way you came sprinting from, and apologize for acting like a prat over nothing.

And the scrape on your knuckles was still screaming with pain, the cold air touching the wound making it feel worse than it actually was. But you just ignored it, walking along and cradling your injured hand as you continued stretching and clenching its fingers to keep them from locking up.

After you talk to jojo, you'll see about cleaning and bandaging up your hand. Somethings are just more important than others after all.

Autumn leaves dance above you, red, orange and yellow all, and the few that have fallen to the ground now have drops of blood on them.
This would end up being another secret, between you and Jojo.
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"So that's what you ran off to do" Jojo says, practically scolding, fury borne of worry in his eyes "You stormed off to go punch a tree and mangle your hand, I swear, sometimes Anne, you can be a bit foolish"

That was putting it lightly, really.

"I was furious, and I know, I was acting like an idiot, but I also don't remember doing it really" You say as he swabs your hand with alcohol and you nearly punch him as searing pain rips through your hand

"Which only makes it worse, and then you came to apologize to me over how you acted instead of seeking help" He replies, shaking his head as he pats your open wound with more of that hellfire liquid "I really don't understand what you're thinking, sometimes"

"Neither do I" You say with a weak smile, biting your lip to keep from cursing "And sorry again for how I acted, I got far too upset over nothing, and you didn't deserve it, I was just being stupid"

"You don't need to apologize, you've always been a bit overprotective of your friends, you've chased off Mirra's tormenters and nearly scared a boy spreading rumors of me to death" Jojo sighs, looking up at you with a smile "Of course you'd be furious at the mere idea of one of your friends, no the man you love, being accused of betrayal and treachery"

"Doesn't change I'm sorry for how I acted" You growl stubbornly before yelping as another surprise snap of pain reaches your fingers "Are you trying to get hit JOJO!?"
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>>4517421

"There's a lot of debris in your cut, its going to take a bit to clean it out" He says with a frown as he sets the bottle of pure alcohol down "Also hold still, I think I see a splinter"

"Oh you" You say, clenching your hand as Jojo winces, leaning back as he tries to pull the piece of wood out of your flesh

Breathingly heavily, slumped in your chair, you notice Jojo has a wide eyed look of shock on his face. And he's holding a solid two inches of wood between the tweezers he used to pull it out. Not so much of a splinter as a shard.

"How were you moving your hand?" He asks, somewhat horrified as you look down at the small hole it left

You stretch and close your fingers with no issue out side of lingering pain.

"No idea' You say, equally shocked and some what afraid "My hand feels fine, I've taken worse scrapes from falls, after all, but that"

You swallow and laugh

"Is a bit over half the length of my finger isn't it?" You say trying to not panic over it, and you wriggle your hand to be sure it still moves right, and it does, despite having a needle of wood pierced right through it just moments prior.

Then the door swings open.

"Is everything alright? I heard Anne screaming and yelling" Dio says, panicked as you looks and sees you with a bright red hand "oh god, what happened"

"Anne happened, she hit a tree and came back for help" Jojo says gently as he grabs your wrist and searches for more "Splinters" "She's screaming because I've been trying to clean up the wound she got, so don't worry, I'm not torturing her"

"Feels like it" You say through gritted teeth as Dio steps to your side and places a hand on your shoulder, to comfort you through this hell

"Would you rather it get infected? lose a hand?" Jojo says, wagging his tweezer in the air "this is for your own good, and you usually are so ignorant of pain"

"Because it comes then goes" You whine as Dio leans close to you

"Its better to suffer a little now instead of later" he coos "just bare it, it'll be over soon., And tell me why you went and punched a tree, darling"

"Only if you're here" You say, breathing through your teeth as Jojo works another shard of wood out of your hand, you feel every twitch and tug as it gets pulled free "Aaaahaaaa"

"I'm not going to leave my girlfriend while she's in pain, I am many things, but I am not the kind of scum who would do such a thing" Dio says softly, putting an arm over your shoulder and then seeing the second shard of oak pulled from under your skin "Jojo are you certain she's alright"

"I can't tell, she says she is and is moving her hand perfectly fine, but she shouldn't be" Jojo says as Dio frowns and grips your arm.

"What exactly happened?" He ask, voice stern and worried
cont
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>>4517433

What do you do?
[] tell the truth that you got mad at what jojo said and ran off to vent some steam
[] Say you just wanted to see if you could dent a tree
[] "I slipped...into a tree, didn't punch it like jojo said I did"
[] don't tell him, and ask him to hold your hand or you might hit his brother with it
[] write in
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>>4517435
>[] tell the truth that you got mad at what jojo said and ran off to vent some steam
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>>4517435
>[] tell the truth that you got mad at what jojo said and ran off to vent some steam
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>>4517435
>] tell the truth that you got mad at what jojo said and ran off to vent some steam
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>>4517682
>>4517482
>>4517451

Alright, writing
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"I got mad at something jojo said, and ran off to vent some steam" You, say, clenching and unclenching your hand into a fist to show Dio that you're alright and it really looks worse than it is, besides your hand been stabbed with a few not so small oak splinters "And like he said, I ended up hitting a tree before I calmed down"

"A tore your beautiful hands to shreds" Dio said, with a sad and pained look in his eyes, as his honey sweet words brought a smile back to your face "What did you say to her, Jojo?"

Dio shoots a glare at his brother in all but name, a look of guilt washing over his face as he tugged and ripped another piece of oak out of your hands.

"Something ridiculous, I wasn't insulting her or trying to upset her, but what I said threw her into a rage" He replies sadly, placing the third splinter with the other two "I don't wish to repeat it"

"Its fine, I've calmed down, and what's the worst that could happen? I scrape up my other hand" You say with a weak chuckle, as Jojo pours more of that burning alchohol into your wound, washing it out "HRAAAAAAUGH"

"Anne!' Dio says, flashing a glare towards Jojo as you stomp your feet and grimace, holy hell that burns even more when it gets in deeper, it really does feel like your hand is being boiled from the inside out.

"Fine, fine" You say through the haze of pain, forcing a smile as Jojo winces.

"We have to do this, or she might catch an infection" Jojo says grimly as Dio grips your uninjured hand tightly, breathing heavily. He hates seeing you in pain like this, but thankfully he has a cooler head than you do, or a fight might've broken out between him and Jojo.

"I'd like you to be so calm if it was Erina you were treating" Dio hisses through his teeth, eyes still wild "are you almost done"

"I understand its hard to stand by and listen to woman you love in pain, but there's nothing that can be done, and yes, fortunately" Jojo says, sounding a little upset by Dio's words, but his head is cooler than either yours or Dio's "All that's left is to bandage her knuckles tightly so they don't get contaminated with dirt or"

"I'll do it" Dio barks , snatching the bandages out of Jojo's hands "I can't simply [Stand by] any longer, as a man and lover, step away Jojo"

"O..okay, and sorry Anne, for causing you so much pain in treating you" Jojo says taking a step back, awkwardly scratching the back of his head as Dio gingerly wraps your hand in the fresh, white bandages, so focused on the task he says nothing

"Oh its fine Jojo don't" You say before you hear something, faint, but nearby.

(Hunter) The sound of metal clinking against glass, or something like it. You hear it beneath the quiet rustling of Dio's coat as he moves, and the scraping of his shoes against the floor.

Like a dog's chain brushing up against their fur as they ran, a quiet little jingle. You only heard it because of you hunter's instincts flaring up from all the pain you've been enduring.
cont
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>>4517728

What do you do?
[] Remain quiet about that
[] Tell Dio not to get angry at Jojo, he was only trying to help
[] What's in your pocket Dio
[] (Burning blood) "Oh, I didn't tell either of you, but I dented that tree! aren't I amazing!"
[] write in

Also forgot to say, but I hope you all had a happy halloween.
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>>4517729
>[] Tell Dio not to get angry at Jojo, he was only trying to help
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>>4517729
>[] Tell Dio not to get angry at Jojo, he was only trying to help
>[] What's in your pocket Dio
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>>4517729
>[] Tell Dio not to get angry at Jojo, he was only trying to help
>[] What's in your pocket Dio
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>>4517790
>>4517747
Alright this combo wins, writing.
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"He was only trying to help, so don't get mad that he's causing me pain Dio!" You bark, mostly because your hand is still burning, and every slight movement of the bandage makes it worse, but you can deal with pain, you know pain, you aren't afraid of pain "Be angry at me if you have to be angry at anyone!, I'm the one who did this to myself and made Jojo have to hurt me to care for my wounds"

"Tch, Always so bold, Anna" Dio says as he tightens the wrap of the bandages binding your hand, already staying red "and loyal, but, I can't help myself, seeing another man cause my beloved pain, even if its Jojo, I cannot keep myself calm nor stop my temper from rising in response"

Grabbing your bandage covered hand, he looked into your eyes.

"Its only natural for me to want to defend those I love" He says, closing his eyes as he grips your uninjured hand tightly "And its unfair to Jojo, to be caught in the crossfire between us, Anna, but I have to ask"

"Yes?" you say, grinning as fire fills Dio's eyes

"What were you thinking! to do something so stupid!? Tearing off nearly a quarter of the skin on your hand from hitting a tree? Because you were too furious to think?!" He yells at you, furious at you as Jojo realizes he's stumbled into a couples quarrel between two of his closest friends, the two that could beat him in boxing as often as they lost "You weren't thinking were you, you just acted and injured yourself, do you know how terrifying it was to hear you wail like a banshee without knowing what was happening?"

"Eh? Of course I didn't think, did you ever know me to do anything different? I don't like hurting my friends or their feelings, better to get hurt myself, don't act so surprise, DIO!" You yell back as Jojo looks for an escape route, backing towards the wall "I act! its what I do! thinking wastes time!"

"Oh don't act like you're still the stupid girl you were when we met, you can tell a deer's gender with a glance! you graduated as the top zoology student despite barely studying! You just use that foolish impatience as an excuse!" Dio says, letting go of your hand and wagging a finger in your face "And expect to get away without consequences because you "Don't think", look at your hand! what you did to yourself, what you did to me! and Jojo!"

"Tch, oh don't start with that, you know I have a temper! a bad one! Yeah I'm smarter than I act sometimes, but that doesn't change I have to deal with mind-numbing anger over petty bullshit" You hiss back at him as Jojo glances to the window, weighing his chance of escaping unharmed if he leapt out "I can't control what pisses me off, dio, and what Jojo said pissed me off! Like you are now"

"Because I was scared for your safety? because you mangled your hand over nothing and try to brush it off as nothing? You're angry with me because of that?!" Dio asks gritting his teeth as you glare at him and Jojo decides it'd be safer to just try and calm Dio and you down than make a run for it.

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>>4517905
"because you don't like to hear the truth, that you could've stopped yourself but decided not to because then you'd have to face the fact you're"

You slap dio, Jojo gasp, dio rubs his face.

"Is that the only argument you can give?" He asks calmly, smiling, you raise your injured hand to do it again. and catches it. You glare at each other and he pulls you in for a kiss.

you bite his lip in the middle of it, as he gives your wrist a vice grip. You pull away a drop of blood caught on your lips as you smirk at Dio, as he licks his lips.

"And that's why I adore you, one of the many reasons, you don't back down from conflict, or betray what you believe in, Beneath your smile is a burning fire, and I love to be burned by it" Dio says, lifting your chin up as Jojo looks at the two you like you're both crazy and you probably are

"an unbreakable spirit, and an untamed temper" he says, smiling a bloody smile back to you "The wildness of the woman I love"

"No other man could handle me" You laugh manically, anger turning to passion like a light switch had been flipped inside you "Let alone enjoy my raging emotions like they were fine wine"

"Your love is different from the ordinary kind" Jojo says, reminding you he hadn't turned tail and fled "I am...not sure what I just watched, but I am glad the two of you have made up so...quickly"

Dio laughs, and wipes his mouth again.

"You should know this is how we show our passion, we still spar, nothing one of us does to the other could break us apart" Dio says confidently, as he pulls you into a hug which you replicate, resting your head on his shoulder as he slowly mocks a waltz with you.

"Yeah a slap and bite is nothing compared to what I do to him in the ring, or he does to me" You giggle happily, swaying along with his steps "We get into yelling matches and arguments as much as we flirt, hell sometimes they turn into flirting and sometimes its the other way around, doesn't bother me at all"

"Or me, as I said, I enjoy your willfulness more than anything, Anna" Dio laughs, jojo just silently watching the two of you dance.

"Well then" He says, swallowing hard, eyes wide

"Hey Dio, what's in your pocket" You say with a sneer as Jojo looks like his heart just stopped

"Do you want to know" Dio replies without missing a beat as you close and whisper

"Your coat pocket" You say, freezing him in an instant as he turns to look at jojo, silently asking "Did you tell her" with his eyes.

Jojo mouths "no"

You giggle, swaying in place as Dio turns back to you?

"How did you know?" He asks as you grin at him

"Survival instincts, my senses are already sharp, but when my blood is pumping or say I'm in pain, they get even sharper" You say with a wicked smile "Sooo, what's in your pocket, Darling"

Dio smirks, taking his arm from around your waist.

"Well, no point in waiting, even if this isn't quite the local I intended to do this in" He says smoothly, getting down to one knee "Anna Anderton"
cont
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>>4517930

Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes, you've been waiting for this since you eavesdropped on that conversation almost a week ago! you've been waiting for this moment for years! its finally happening! Dio is proposing to you at last! yes yes yes yes yes yes.

"Will you marry me?" He asks with a gentle smile, his words sweet and lovingly warm, his eyes glittering with affection and blush on his cheeks

What do you do?
[] shout yes and tackle him with a hug
[] make him work for it
[] Answer him with a kiss
[] "Well, I would, but you need to see what my father thinks first"
[] write in
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>>4517934
>[] shout yes and tackle him with a hug
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>>4517934
>[] shout yes and tackle him with a hug
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>>4517934
>[] shout yes and tackle him with a hug
Oh, dio...as if you have a choice in the matter.
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>>4517947
>>4517958
>>4517971
Winner, writing.
Sorry for the late call, but things came up
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And then the thought running through your mind like a bullet towards the heart of a sprinting buck comes screaming out of your lips, so loud it seems to shake the very foundations of the floor beneath your feet. Jojo covers his ears, but Dio endures it, though not without a look of discomfort of being so close to so loud of a shout.

"YES!!!" You roar, triumphantly, not even seeing the ring before you react, the pain and burning fading entirely from your mind as Dio grins as happily as you are, his white teeth glittering beneath the lights in the room.

Until you tackle him to the ground in your excitement. There's a loud thud and clattering, as the various bottles and tools Jojo was tending you with come down with you and Dio. You laugh, and soon he does as well, as you both fall to a heap on the ground. And you're still laughing then, all prior worries washed away in a great flood of joy and happiness, the purest of bliss.

And somehow Dio has managed to hold onto the Ring, not dropping it or losing it from your sudden, somewhat violent display of affection.

"Calm down, calm down, calm down" He says, still laughing as you sit up and he crawls from under you, bottles both broken and in one piece surrounding the two of you.

"She's excited, you can't expect her to calm down after something beautiful and wonderous" Jojo says, wiping tears from his eyes, still keeping his distance from the two of you, perhaps worried your feelings will turn from lover to anger again.

"I know, but she hasn't even looked at the ring" He says, trying to open the small wooden case he brought it within, it has no decoration outside of a simple carving of D and A upon its front.

"Because you're what I really want, a ring is just a ring" You says Jojo begins clapping, kicking a jagged bottom of a bottle away from your legs, so you won't accidentally brush against it

"Are you so certain, darling?" Dio asks, as he holds it up so you may get a better look at it. There's a small mirror set in the lid of the cast, reflecting the ring always as long as it sits inside.

Its a small band of gold, split into three and twisted a round each other, leaving a space between them, which is hollow. It almost resembles roots or vines, to your eyes at least.

There are three gemstones set in it, in a belt upon the top, held in silver that had been twisted underneath the gold, unseen except as it rises through the gaps. T

Two of them are emeralds, set next to the third gem and helping to accentuate its beauty and brilliance. the third and largest gem, is a ruby, smoothed into a sphere, unlike the emeralds with are merely cut. It isn't the fanciest or most expensive looking ring, but it is beautiful.

And has two of your favorite colors in it! Red and green. which just so happen to be the color of your hair and eyes, and your mothers. Probably seems a little egotistical to some people, but you've just always liked those two colors.
cont
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>>4518161

"See? had it custom made by a jeweler from the wealthier parts of London, he was expensive but his work is par none" Dio explains "and he worked exactly to my specifications for both of the rings, though he would not stop pestering me to buy more expensive gemstones"

"Oh you told me about that before, trying to get you to set four types of diamonds at the minimum, I'm surprised he accepted the commission when you demanded emeralds and rubies' Jojo says, sounding nearly as happy as you and Dio are right now, with a proud look in his eyes and a grin on his face.

What do you do?
[] Kiss dio and try the ring on
[] Show the ring to your parents, proudly
[] Go break the news to Mirra, she'll want to know first
[] "Oh...hell I made a pretty serious mess here, didn't I? I'll help clean it up"
[] write in

And I'm heading to bed, will update in the morning
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>>4518166
>[] Show the ring to your parents, proudly
unmarriageable my ass!
who needs to be a lady when you can snag a man with some FREAKY tastes!
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>>4518166
>[] Show the ring to your parents, proudly
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>>4518166
>[] Kiss dio and try the ring on
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>>4518166
>[] Kiss dio and try the ring on
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>>4518172
>>4518246
>>4518297
>>4518371
gentlemen, gentlemen.

>>4518166
>[] Kiss dio and try the ring on
>[] Show the ring to your parents, proudly

Very simple.
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>>4518629
yeah, thats a good compromise
>[] Kiss dio and try the ring on
>[] Show the ring to your parents, proudly
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>>4518172
>>4518246
>>4518297
>>4518371
>>4518629
>>4518708
Alright, kissing Dio , trying on the ring and showing it off to your parents win.
I'll just combine the two choices here
Writing
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You're so happy you kiss him again, still tasting the blood dripping from the small bite you gave him on his lower lip, though this one last for a good bit longer, mostly because you don't want it to end. Well you don't before a stray thought runs through your minds and shatters the blissful feeling you're enjoying so much. You need to show your parents, especially your mother. Sure father will be overjoyed, but you really need to show your mother that you've been proposed to, since ever since you joined that hunting club she hasn't let you hear the end of how low your marriage prospects would be, considering you spent a lot of your time in the wild among animals or talking to old men about doing just that.

She'll be eating crow for a month, if not longer. And unlike Maria and Charles you won't make her wait for grandchildren or you know have a husband whose younger than yourself, HAH! Unmarriageable daughter your ass, Dio's a much better catch than their first son in law, considering he'd get pale face just from seeing what hunting dogs do to hares when they catch them.

"Anna? you've got a strange look in your eyes again" Jojo says as you move your lips away from Dio's, lips painted crimson

"Oh just thinking about the future, its all so exciting" You say joyfully as Dio stands up and offers you a hand to do the same

"Well it is blindingly bright, after all" Dio says smoothly, smirking as he sees how much attention and interest you're paying to the wedding ring he bought "I knew you'd love it, Anna, it was worth the effort arguing with that old codger to get him to agree to make it?"

"Can I try it on?" You ask excitedly, squeezing Dio's hands tightly and bouncing in place, shifting from standing on your toes to standing on your heels in child like glee

"Of course, you'll be wearing it from now on, might as well make sure its a nice fit" Dio says, gingerly picking the golden band up with his fingers, setting the small case down on the now cleared table.

"Hold still for a moment" He continues, grabbing your uninjured hand and slowly sliding the ring up your finger.

You lift it in the air, marveling at the way the gems and gold glitter and glint as Dio sighs in relief.

"A perfect fit" He says with a relieved chuckle as Jojo wipes his brow

"fantastic, fantastic' He says, patting his brother on his back, a goofy smile on his face, as Dio maintains his gentlemanly composure outside of the satisfied look in his eyes and redness of his cheeks

You turn towards the door, giggling impishly, still turning your hand over to see every angle of your ring.

"So, Dio, shall we plan the wedding immediately? Or wait until spring comes? it won't feel right for such a happy day to come in such an awful season?" Jojo asks, as neither of them notice you're moving to leave .
cont
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>>4518757

"Do you think she'll be able to wait that long? As much as I love you, Anna, you can be quite" Dio says, turning and turning further when he doesn't see you at first "Where are you going?"

"Oh, just going to show my parents our ring, and tell them I'm engaged" You say blithley, still holding your hand up, flashing a wolfish smile "And showing my mother I'm not going to become some "old maid living out in the woods alone", Aaah I can't wait to see her face, she'll be happy of course but I really want to see her surprise"

"We should have a celebratory bottle at least" Jojo says with a chuckle as Dio narrows his eyes but says nothing

"Oh she'll be drunk enough already, just from the high of being proposed to, I will be as well" Dio says simply "there is simply nothing better than it, it'd just sour the taste, Jojo'|

What do you do?
[] drag Dio with you
[] ignore your parents' question about why your hand is all bandaged and boast and brag happily
[] "Hey didn't you say no man would want to marry me while I have my hands in the gut's of some animal? Turns out Dio brando finds that attractive!"
[] (hunter) "Dad, think you'll still be hunting in a few years? I'd like you to teach my kids when they come around"
[] write in
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>>4518776
>[] drag Dio with you
>[] ignore your parents' question about why your hand is all bandaged and boast and brag happily
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>>4518776
>[] drag Dio with you
>[] ignore your parents' question about why your hand is all bandaged and boast and brag happily
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>>4518776
>[] drag Dio with you
>[] ignore your parents' question about why your hand is all bandaged and boast and brag happily
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>>4518776

Seconding all of these:
>>4518786
>>4518800
>>4518832

I wonder... has the spirit of 『 U N D E R P R E S S U R E 』found another JoJo quest protagonist to bond to?
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>>4518786
>>4518800
>>4518832
>>4518849
Alright! Showing off your wing and your man wins! Writing!
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"Come on!" You shout, grabbing Dio's hand by his wrist as he's still talking to Jojo, dragging and pulling on his arm as you head for the door "I want you to be there to, Dio! Come on! You two can talk later about whatever you want to, so come on!"

"And to think a few minutes ago the two of you were having a shouting match" Jojo says, a little teasing and a lot flabbergasted but most of all happy for you and his brother "Well I'm sure the Andertons will be just as happy for you two as I am!"

"Oh brother help! I'm being stolen by a wild beast!" Dio laughs as he follows after you "you may never see me again"

"I will remember you fondly" Jojo says laughing, sighing as his voice suddenly drops and fills with sadness "brother". But then the door closes behind you, and you're leading Dio along, laughing as well at his light teasing.

And together, you run hand in hand, as cheerful and carefree as children playing in summer, the autumn leaves fall around you as you leave the joestar estate and begin down the road leading away from it and to your own family's land.

The pain in your hand has faded away, replaced with pure happiness and excitement, you barely even realize its injured now. It doesn't hurt, and if it still does ache you don't notice it with how high your heart is soaring. Nothing could end this bliss, nothing could ruin this joy. It was the start of the rest of your life, and you couldn't be happier with it~!

It was wonderful, wonderful! so wonderful you almost felt like you weren't going to be able to breath much longer, your heart was pounding and beating so fast, as you ran side by side with you future husband. The two of you still smiling and laughing together. It could last forever and you wouldn't complain
-

"Anna, what happened to your arm!" you man, with streaks of grey in her dulling red hair says, worried and angry with you as you sit down across from her, struggling to keep yourself from laughing more, Dio sitting in the seat across from you.

"And stop laughing, if its serious enough to need to be bandaged you need to see a doctor" She says, her wrinkles deepening as you merely grin and shrug. Your dad is sitting next to her, half asleep, nodding along

"See a doctor" He repeats, half asleep as your mouth looks between you and Dio and sees you biting your lip, barely able to hold back laughing still. But can you be blamed for that? You're simply too giddy! you can't help it

"Mr Brando, please, since my daughter won't tell me what happened, like a child" Mom says, acting like saying such things will make you suddenly straighten up and act like a proper lady from shame "could you please tell me what she did to get so badly injured"

"Well, its a long story and I don't know all of it, but suffice to say she" Dio begins to explain, speaking in a calm, collected tone, minding his manners as he always does
cont
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>>4518957

"We're getting married!" You shout, and you father spits coffee across the table, letting out a shout as the steaming liquid drips down grey and straw colored beard.

Your mother, Alyane, just goes quite, all expression and color fading from her face as you lean over the table, and hold out your hand so she can see the ring on your finger.

"WHAT?! SINCE WHEN!?" You father, Mortimer shrieks, eyes wild and wide awake, your mother merely remains as stiff as a board, eyes staring ahead "My darling, why didn't you tell us sooner! And...YOU! Why didn't you seek permission"

Good thing your dad doesn't bring his guns to the dinner table and keeps them under lock and key or you might've become a young widow with the way he's looking at Dio and pointing at him. Like the devil himself had come wearing your meek father's skin.

"Well, I had planned to, Mr Anderton but, your daughter found the ring I had made for her a few days early, before I was ready and, you know Anna, she wouldn't let me delay even half a day" Dio says with a chuckle, bowing his head shamefully, but with a smirk on his lips as your dad goes red in the face.

"That is most improper, most improper indeed!" He shouts, shaking his head as if he can't decide if he should be angry or happy for you, he turns to your mother whose still hasn't moved an inch since you broke the news

"Darling, our little girl is going to be wed" he says happily before his voice turned serious again "though I'll need to have a talk with our future son in law and...darling"

He realizes she hasn't said a word, and panicked grips her wrist and waves his hand in front of her face

"She's fainted" He gasps

"Oh, the shock must've knocked her out, but look at the ring, daddy, its made of gold and silver, you can't see the silver, but Dio had it custom made! its one of...well two of a kind!" You say happily as your father tries to shake your mother awake.

She lets out a weak whine, tears in her eyes as she comes back to reality, your father slumping back in his chair, looking as if he's aged ten years from that fright

"And look, look" You say, as your dad smiles and your mother covers her mouth, eyes focused on the ring on your finger "Sure they aren't diamonds, but look at the gems, two emeralds and a ruby! a ruby smoothed to be like a pearl!"

"I knew they were her favorite colors, so I figured it'd be more meaningful than any diamond could" Dio says humbly as you mother tries to say something, but is so close to crying it just comes out as a bunch of blubbering

And to your surprise pulls you into a hug from across the table.

"Mah babeh gurlss gitting married" She yells out as You nearly faint from shock yourself, considering how uptight your mother has always been, even if you knew she'd be overjoyed when she heard the news.

"My boy, how much did that pretty little ring cost, looks like expert work to me" Your father says as you mother squeezes you tightly.
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>>4518973

What do you do
[] talk with your mother while dad takes Dio hunting
[] Ride to tell your older sister
[] Write Erina about it
[] Talk about the fortune Mirra gave you, about your first child
[] write in
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>>4518974
>[] talk with your mother while dad takes Dio hunting
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>>4518974
>[] talk with your mother while dad takes Dio hunting
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>>4518999
>>4519002
>>4519006
Alright, writing
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"So" You mother says, as you walk beside her in the garden, your father having taken Dio out to chat while he went on one of his hunts, you were sure he'd be fine, even if he said something uncouth around your dad. After all mother would faint if she heard the drinking songs he sings at the hunting club, or you know she might slap him hard enough to keep him from singing them for a week or more. They were rather bawdy, after all, but oh so catchy.

"So?" You ask as mother kneels down to pluck a wilting flower from one of the rose bushes in your family's garden, you lean over her, to see her slowly picking it apart, starting with the thorns. She digs her nails under them and pulls them free before dropping them to the ground.

"You're engaged Anna" She says with a smile, having calmed down from the crying mess she had been mere minutes ago "congragulations"

"You're trying to stay composed, aren't you mom?" You ask as you sit beside her and pluck a rose yourself, with your injured hand, twisting its stem between your fingertips.

"Of course, and its quite the challenge, but unlike your sister, you'd just get upset if I became giddy and gossiped the moment I heard" She says, moving onto the leaves still attached to the rose's stem "I'm very happy for you, overjoyed in fact, but...I'm just"

"Just?" You ask, leaning closer, curiously

"Sorry for some of the things I've told you over the years, and for trying to make you someone you simply aren't" She continues, rolling a petal between her fingers as she spoke "I know I've said it before, but I felt the need to reaffirm it, after recent events"

"Oh its fine, I know you only did it because you were worried I wouldn't live a good life, I understand even if it was annoying" You say, tapping your fingers on the thorns of your rose "And by recent events, you mean my engagement, right"

"Among other things" She says giggly, unable to hide her excitement now, having removed half of her rose's petals by now "Really I'm just shocked that, you and the brando boy"

"What that I got a better catch than Maria despite being "Half feral"?" You ask with a sneer as your mother huffs and shakes her head, not even trying to look offended. She's still smiling happily and warmly, a rare sight indeed.

"You're not going to forget about that comment until the day I die, are you?" She sighs heavily , looking over to you as she grabbed for another rose "And no, no, just the fact that you kept it a secret"

"A rather open secret, you'd pull out my tongue if you heard some of the things I've said to him" You cackle as she threateningly points a rose stem at you "What? I thought it was obvious"

"I just might, Anna" She says with a dangerously serious look in her eyes "So be quiet about that before I do, but I could've never have guessed from the times he's come to visit"

"Shouldn't that be a dead give away? A man visiting a woman, over and over?" You ask as your man narrows her eyes, smiling still.
cont
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>>4519173

"It would be, were it not for the fact out of the four friends you've kept over the years, two of them were boys" Your mother explained, plucking a petal out with every word she said "That you spend a lot of time in that club your father attends and are close friends with men old enough to be your grandfather, and spent your youth climbing trees, chasing frogs, hunting and partaking in a boxing league as well as fighting with Jojo and Dio for fun"

"Wait, you knew about me boxing but not Dio and I being a couple?" You ask with a chuckle, as your mother turned to you, setting the tattered flower to the ground

"Anna, a bruised stomach and bleeding knuckles is a bit more obvious, than whatever form the courting between you and brando took" She says laughing with you "though it did take me awhile to notice those were the usual bumps and bruises you got from falling out of trees, nearly every day"

"Still fun" You say with a shrug as she stares at you.

"And incredibly dangerous" She says "I swear we'll have to tie you down for nine months for the safety of your children"

"Oh I'm not that careless, but it is funny you found out something I was trying to hide and didn't notice something I wasn't" You say, grinning ear to ear as your mother covers her mouth, giggling as she did.

"Be honest, what is more likely, you wanting to fight boys? Or you wanting to marry one?" You mother says as she laughs "if I told you as a little girl which one I'd find out, which would she believe me about?"

"Fair point" You giggle as you help her stand back up
-

What do you do?
[] start planning the wedding
[] Offer to let Mirra be the priest, since her father is...kind of like a priest? so that means she's perfect
[] Write Erina at least four letters telling her what happened
[] See why Jojo is acting weird all of a sudden
[] write in

Also almost gave myself a heart attack cause I thought I posted the first half of the update in another quest I was reading.
Fucking scared the shit out of me
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>>4519191
>[] start planning the wedding
>[] Offer to let Mirra be the priest, since her father is...kind of like a priest? so that means she's perfect
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>>4519191
>[] Write Erina at least four letters telling her what happened
>[] See why Jojo is acting weird all of a sudden
>[] Offer to let Mirra be the priest, since her father is...kind of like a priest? so that means she's perfect
Anna isn't the planning type, but she wants her friends to be happy and included.
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>>4519191
[] start planning the wedding
[] Offer to let Mirra be the priest, since her father is...kind of like a priest? so that means she's perfect
[] Write Erina at least four letters telling her what happened
dude lmao all three of these i want to do at some point
but if i had to choose one IMMEDIATE one, then it'd be writing to erina
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>>4519191
>[] start planning the wedding
>[] Write Erina at least four letters telling her what happened
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>>4519200
+1
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>>4519191
>[] Write Erina at least four letters telling her what happened
>[] See why Jojo is acting weird all of a sudden
>>
Alright, a little hard to call the vote here since everything is so close with everything but writing Erina having 3 votes and writing erina having 4. So I'll just combine them, instead of just going with writing to erina, as that isn't what has been voted for.

So writing
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>>4519898
>combining writing Erina with writing Erina
What did he mean by this?
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>>4519902
"Everything but writing erina having 3 votes, and writing erina having 4"
Everything but
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>>4519912
Ah, my bad. Long day.
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And every day after you put the ring on your finger, you've wrote a letter to erina. Well almost ever day, enough that when they all arrive she'll be up into her knees in them. Letters telling her what happened, exactly as it happened, and repeating it excitedly and relaying the plans and details of the wedding as its being planned. Since she might not make it back to england in time to attend it, you're trying to give her a complete view of your wedding and what's leading up to it, so it will seem like she was there for all of it even if she missed most of it or even the big day itself.

Of course with how long it takes for mail to reach Erina in India, any reply she may have written hasn't reached you yet, which is fine. And she'll probably have to sort the letters to get them into their proper order.

Thankfully you have a few helping hands making it so the wedding letters can be understood, with calmer, less excitable hands writing them for you and deciphering you excited rambling into a coherent letter. Which is why you'll be in your mother and Mirra's debt for quite awhile, since they're the ones who are lending a helping hand and pen with that.

And they're helping you and Dio plan your wedding, mostly your mother really, and she's mostly just helping you get a proper dress and telling a story with the flower arrangements. Which means that while you'd rather be helping Dio, jojo and Mr Joestar and your father with the catering and decoration and locale and all the rest of the actually exciting stuff.

You instead have to stand for hours being fitted with a dress while your mother talks about flowers like they're a secret code and tries to get you to agree to a strange arrangements of them holding messages only she will see.

It isn't fun, and neither is the old woman sewing the dress. It felt like she was trying to jab you with the sewing needle sometimes, since she constantly pricked you around your waist and arms.

"Oh she's just not used to a woman who has muscles" Mom says, but really their can only be so many times stabbing someone with a needle is an accident.

At least you know a thing or two about flowers to understand what your mother is planning to use for your wedding, at least how it will look. Which is one reason it took more than a day to figure out the flower arrangements because you had a few disagreements about which flowers you want and the secret meanings behind them that she wants. Its an uphill battle, but at least she listens and has been trying to find a compromise of the looks and meanings of the flower arrangements.

Really its just boring, you'd prefer to be helping plan what will be served and what your wedding will actually look like outside of what you're wearing and what flowers will be there.

Buuut no, your father wanted to surprise you and put all of your energy and excitement towards flowers.
cont
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>>4519938
Maybe you could go behind their backs and hire musicians? get a keg or two of German beer, technically not food, maybe some american whiskey, if only so the guests will have a good time. You don't want the day of your wedding to be a quiet affair, you want it to be loud and boisterous, fun and exciting.

"OW!" You yelp, plans fading from your find as the wrinkled face old hag stabs the needle into you again.

"Sorry, sorry" She says bowing her head as she pulls the needle back and goes back to stitching.

"Should I fetch some lavender to calm you down?" Your mother asks.

"Its fine" You say through your teeth "don't worry it's just a little prick"

And if she were any younger the seamstress would be on the ground with a broken nose for all those little "pricks". You'll tell mom about your ideas for the ceremony when you're done with todays fitting, maybe bring some of your hunting trophies for decoration as well.
-
"So, have you come for another fortune?" Mirra asks as you sit across from her in her "Parlor" the drapes letting the morning light in "Or just to get away from your mother? "

"Neither actually" You say, wincing and rubbing your side, where you can still feel all the many needle pricks that hag of a seamstress gave you "Actually Mirra, I wanted to ask you something"

Your friend adjusts her glasses, dressed like a normal person for once, just a plain black and white dress.

"Oh, and what would that be?" She asks, pushing a silver goblet around with her finger tip, twirling its base around and around

"Well it has to do with the wedding" You say as your friend nods slowly

"As to be expected, you've been caught up in planning it since the day you got your ring" She says with the slightest of smirks "But go on, Anna, what about the wedding?"

"Well I was thinking, that if you wanted to, you could read the vows" You say as she narrows her eyes

"Like a priest?" She asks "you want me to ordain your wedding

"Yeah! your farther is practically a priest anyways, so you'll be perfect for it" You say as Mirra forces a smile

"You are aware I am not a part of the clergy, and neither is my father, so even though I would love to" She says gently, raising up a hand "I cannot officiate your wedding, as I am not an ordained priest, and me taking you up on this offer would mean that in the eyes of god and the law"

"It wouldn't be valid?" You sigh as she nods

"Exactly, my friend, and Dio no doubt would've noticed before it could happen anyways" She says with a shrug "But I can hold another, symbolic ceremony for the two of you before or after the "proper" wedding, if you'd like"

"Oh that'd be lovely Mirra, I'd just be happy for you to attend" You say with a smile before a fleeting though brings it down to "But having a second wedding ceremony would be amazing"

"no exactly what it would be, but okay' She says, noticing your frown "Is something bothering you?"

Damn her and her surprisingly good vision.
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>>4519963

"Oh its nothing, its just, well I just thought how Jojo's been acting weird the last few days" You say, turning your frown upside down

"Weird how?" Mirra asks as soon as you finish speaking

"Oh, distant, quiet, spending a lot of time away from home" You say as Mirra frowns and adjusts her glasses

"Maybe he's doing most of the busy work, or has been cursed" Mirra says with a shrug

What do you do
[] Drag Mirra with you to spy on jojo (dex check)
[]"Cursed?! what do you mean"
[] "So what do you have in mind for the early or late second ceremony?"
[] Ask dio if he knows what's gotten into Jojo
[] write in?
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>>4519968
>[]"Cursed?! what do you mean"
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>>4519968
>[] Drag Mirra with you to spy on jojo (dex check)
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>>4519968
>[]"Cursed?! what do you mean"
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>>4519968
>[]"Cursed?! what do you mean"
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>>4519986
>>4519994
>>4519970
Cursed? wins, writing.

Also sorry for the late vote, birthday in the family, decided to go
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"Cursed? What do you mean?" You ask as Mirra makes that weird grin of hers, lips raised in the middle, before lowering down and the edges turning up into a grin, Kind of looks like a double-u.

"Well, its a possibility, a very unlikely one I may add, Anna" She says, pressing her hands together and bending her fingers back and forth against each other "But what if some one put a hex or curse on jojo?"

You look at your friend, wondering if perhaps she's breathed in a bit too much smoke in the last few days. You usually believe her or at least give what she tells you the benefit of the doubt, but a curse? She's really the only person who studies anything occult around here, as far as you know. Her smiles turns to a frown and she sighs, leaning back in her chair.

"Like I said, Anna, it's improbable, but possible' She says with a adorable little pout "I don't think he's actually been cursed"

"But like you said its possible, so you think he could be cursed" You say, tapping your nails on the table between the two of you as she nods "Which you have to admit, is a little farfetched"

"Oh it very much is, he's probably just busy with helping plan your wedding" She says, widening her eyes as she nods "But there is a slim, slim chance that he's had a curse lain upon him"

"And that'd make him act all weird and quiet?" You ask as she pushes her silver chalice over and lifts it back up by gripping its stem between two of her fingers.
She hangs it by the base, letting it sway back and forth in front of her face before she answers.

"Could a curse cause depression? overwhelming negative emotions? Yes, is it likely? No" She says as she flips the chalice back around into her hand "In all likelihood, he's merely overwhelmed with all that's going on buuut"

"There's a possibility that he was cursed instead?" You ask, putting your elbows on the table as Mirra nodded, her hair bouncing and swaying with every movement of her head "A small, tiny, possibility"

"That is what I'm saying, yes" She says, setting her silver chalice back down and adjusting her glasses.

"But who'd want to curse Jojo? You're the only occultist who lives here" You say frowning as she smiles

"Well curses don't have a set range of effect, and who knows, might be some other student of the occult arts around here anyways" She says before chuckling, her low repeating laugh, kind of sounds like someone rapping on wood, or a crows caw

"But that's about as unlikely as someone in another town, another city, randomly deciding to curse someone they never met" She adds "Jojo is just probably stressed, from your wedding and the fact his long departed girl friend is finally coming back home"

"Soooo nothing to worry about then?" You ask with a smirk, snorting and chuckling as Mirra nods

"Unless Jojo makes a habit of angering gypsies, then yes, he's just stretched thin, any man would be with what's happening around him" Your friend replies, giggling along with you cont
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>>4520231
"I just mentioned a curse cause it came to my mind, is all"

"Well you surround yourself with all these...curse like knickknacks and spooky decor, it makes sense it would" You laugh as she sighs and looks around at all the religious symbols, icons and art she has in her "Parlor"

"It does have a way of leading the mind, doesn't it?' She says, the air turning a bit colder as she frowns, like a cold breeze just whipped through the room "I just hope the cards were wrong about your future, Anna, it'd break my heart for tragedy to befall you before your wedding day"

Her eyes suddenly flash with anger

"If Dio is every cruel to you, I'll use all of my knowledge to bring ruin upon him" She says bluntly

"Mirra!" You snap, before chuckling "if he ever was cruel to me, I'd knock his teeth out. You don't have to worry about it. Besides he adores me, he'd end himself before being cruel to me"

"Just letting you know" She says, dully as she grabs her tarot and begins to shuffle them "And in all honesty, you'd be more likely to be cruel to him, than the other way around"

"What?" You giggle as she smirks.

"Didn't you bite his lip when he proposed? draw blood?" She asks turning her head, as a chill runs down your spine, you hadn't told her that, you hadn't even mentioned it to your parents

"What?" You repeat, not laughing now as Mirra simply shuffles her deck and cuts it into two, drawing a card from it. The magician, she smirks as she places it back in the deck. and flicks through it for another card.

"Or how a month before that, when you tackled him to the ground, or two before then when you headbutted him" Mirra says, drawing the strength card and flipping it around "both accidents of course, but to any other eyes, how cruel it'd seem"

You remember both those incidents well, the tackling had been because you'd been sick for a week and were excited to see Dio, and the headbutt was because you tried to kiss him while standing up and cracked your skull against his.

"How did you know about any of that? I didn't tell anyone" You say as mirra makes her gross smile again "any of those things"

"Why wouldn't I keep an eye on my best friend?" She asks as if it would answer HOW she knew what she knew "Also why did you bite his lip? I could figure out the other two, but not the biting"

What do you do?
[] Ask how she kept an eye on you
[] Tell her that's amazing and ask her if its a magic thing
[] (Burning blood) "Oh, I just thought it'd be fun, didn't mean to bite that deeply"
[] (hunter)...you haven't been stalking me, since I'd notice, so you must be using some sort of occult trick to watch me, while you aren't really there
[] write in
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[] (hunter)...you haven't been stalking me, since I'd notice, so you must be using some sort of occult trick to watch me, while you aren't really there
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>>4520245
>[] (hunter)...you haven't been stalking me, since I'd notice, so you must be using some sort of occult trick to watch me, while you aren't really there
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>>4520245
>[] (Burning blood) "Oh, I just thought it'd be fun, didn't mean to bite that deeply"
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>>4520245
>[] Tell her that's amazing and ask her if its a magic thing
>[] (Burning blood) "Oh, I just thought it'd be fun, didn't mean to bite that deeply"
>[] (hunter)...you haven't been stalking me, since I'd notice, so you must be using some sort of occult trick to watch me, while you aren't really there
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>>4520245
>[] (hunter)...you haven't been stalking me, since I'd notice, so you must be using some sort of occult trick to watch me, while you aren't really there
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>>4520415
>>4520278
>>4520273
alright, the hunter option wins, writing
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You watch your meek, and shy friend, as she smiles as if spying on you is the most natural thing in the world, like running into you on a morning walk. It doesn't bother you at all, since Mirra is one of your best friends and you're her BEST friend. What bothers you, is you haven't seen or even noticed her during the things she saw. In fact, her playing stalker would be impossible for all but the headbutt, since that was during a picnic you had with Dio.

Any of the other times she just couldn't be there, you didn't see her braids, glasses or pale face at all during those days. And while she may be quiet, her sense of fashion stands out from the rest of the world, and the smell of incense and sage hangs around her like a fog. Not to mention how any room she stands in seems to become noticeably colder. You'd have noticed her, even if you're tracking sense wasn't better than a hound's.

She couldn't have been in those places to spy on you, she just simply couldn't be, it'd be impossible. Which means, the slim possibility of her using some magical means has to be true.

"You haven't been stalking me" You say, playing with a lock of your hair as Mirra merely sits, silent and listening "Since I'd notice, so you must be using some sort of occult trick to watch me"

You point at Mirra as she looks up, her glasses reflecting the sunlight falling through the window's next to her. She smiles.

"While you weren't really there" You say as she claps her hands slowly.

"As expected of an expert hunter" She says, sounding like she's proud of you for find the thread that led to the truth of her spying "Yes, that is correct"

"Amazing" You say with a grin as Mirra's smile beams smugly and she covers her mouth to hide her real smile.

"Oh I've just been dabbling in finding a way to force out of body experiences is all' She says, huffing and puffing like she was keeping herself from laughing "I can manage it some of the time, its still rather difficult even with all of my training"

"Out of body experience?" You ask, never hearing that term before "What does that mean, even? the name gives me an idea, but I'm pretty sure its wrong"

Since feeling everything but your own body seems like it wouldn't help spy on people.

"Oh, you simply free your soul or perceptions from your body, and roam freely" She says as if it were the most obvious thing in the world "It's quite a useful trick, when I can manage it"

"Woooow" You say, making mirra blush and turn away

"its really nothing special at all' She says meekly

What do you do?
[] ask mirra for a demonstration, you have to see this!
[] ask if there's anything else she's seen
[] change the subject back to more mundane things
[] Test to see if she's telling the truth, somehow
[] write in
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>>4520963
>[] ask mirra for a demonstration, you have to see this!
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>>4520963
[] ask mirra for a demonstration, you have to see this!
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>>4520963
>[] ask mirra for a demonstration, you have to see this!
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>>4520968
>>4520970
>>4520974
Alright, writing
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"Its amazing! what are you talking about?!" You shout cheerfully, excited at the thought of actual, real magic and not simple fortune telling or anything of the light "You can see anywhere in the world! from the comfort of your own home! How does it work? how does it work? How do you do it"

Mirra's eyes go wide, shocked by the sudden burst of energy and the fact you've nearly leapt across the table you've leaning so far across it, pressing your hands into the center and standing on the very tip of your toes with your legs stretched as far as they go. She stammers for a moment, eyes shifting this way and that way, nervousness creeping across her once confident expression. Then her eyes shift, looking at the floor as she pulls her legs up to her chest, trying to shrink away. With your green eyes glittering like the emerald's on your ring, you look down at her, waiting for her answer, expecting something amazing. Kick her legs under her black and white dress, she straightens herself back out and sits up straight, not meeting your blinding smile or awed stare as she pulls on the braids in her black hair, setting them back to their proer place before she pushes her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. Since it had fallen when she tried to slink away into the back of her cushioned chair.

"Well, it's rather hard to explain how it works, you" She says, struggling to speak properly, ering and uming every other word "You see its more of a metaphysical kind of thing, it has to do with the mind and spirt, not the flesh and blood, it'd take awhile to explain HOW I do it, Anna, and I don't want to bore you with the details"

"Well then you can at least show me right? Right?" You asks as Mirra whines and closes her eyes "do that out of body experience thing and go tell me something you see, like how many fingers I'm holding up, or what my sister is doing right now, something simply"

"Well the proper term, is astral projection, but I'm not used to any interference, so I'm not sure, what will happen if I do it while some else is around" Mirra says, finally finding the courage to turn her head back around and face you again "I'm not exactly sure if it'll change anything or be dangerous, since I've never done it before, you see"

"Come on come on come on!" You say excitedly, grabbing her wrists as she let out a groan like air escaping from a crypt, her eyes half closed and her shoulders slouched like an old hag's would.

"Well, its a little awkward, but I'm not quite certain how to" Mirra squeaks, her eyes tiny slits and her hands clasped together, pressing her thumbs back and forth against each other, trying to look anywhere except your eyes "How to astral project, I just can do it sometimes"

You frown, slouching your shoulders and nearly falling on the table, since you stopped pushing against it when Mirra took all the wind out of your sails with those few words.
cont
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>>4521169
"Awwww" You groan, slumping back into your chair, holding your head up with the back of your bandaged hand. Since the scabbing on your knuckles looks kind of horrifying and is a little sickening to look at, with how red it still is. And it still stings when you press something against it, like you are doing now, with your chin.

Mirra winces, smacking her hands on the table with a forced grin curling into her cheeks.

"B..but I can try, if you want to see it that much, just let me concentrate for awhile, and I'll see if I'm able to force it" She says, vanishing under the table.

"There's no need for that" you say, peeking under it to see she's sat on the floor, crossed her legs and place three fingers in the center of her forehead.

Her veins are popping out from how hard she's concentrating, her face tense and looking as if she's in pain with the amount of focus she's in. Her eyes tremble behind her glasses and she grimaces. She digs her fingers into her dress, gripping the cloth over her legs tightly as her eyebrows raise up. Her lips part open, revealing her teeth as a bead of sweat forms and trickles down her head.

And then freezes solid. And with a snap like rifle fire, the air in the room turns utterly frigid, like its the dead of winter already. A gale of wind swirls around Mirra as you fall to the ground in shock and amazement.

And as the freezing wind whips around the room, her expression goes blank, serenity washing over her face as she looks up.

What do you do?
[] just watch
[] Shake her "awake" (Con check)
[] (Burning blood) "WOW WOW! AMAZING! AMAZING! ITS MAGIC! REAL MAGIC!"
[] slowly back out of the room, since this seems like it may be a little dangerous FOR YOU
[] write in
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>>4521175
>just watch
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>>4521175
>[] just watch
Gotta see where this shit goes.
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>>4521175
>[] just watch
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>>4521178
>>4521180
>>4521185
Alright, writing.
Sorry if I'm a bit late
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Around Mirra, wild winds rip through the parlor, strong enough the lift the curtains, violent enough to knock over her collection of the occult and macabre. The books set on the table blow open, their pages rapidly flicking through the air as if they were being read by the fastest reader alive. The cold became biting, even fiercer than before. a cold that only the very heart of the harshest winter could birth. But you remained standing, in awe of the impossible event unfolding before your very eyes.

You red hair, tied into a loose tail, blew free and dance in the wind, violently. Like the lashing arms of a squid or octopus in the attack. You could see your breath, as Mirra's two large braids of her black hair raised into the air as she sat, completely unaware of what was occuring around her. The table began to be coated in frost, that crawled like moss over them, and over Mirra's dress.

And it was then, Mirra let out a breath, which turned to fog as it left her pale lips. The light flowing through the windows broke and turned a rainbow of colors, as it filtered through the ice rapidly running up the panes of glass.

Then it all stopped, all of it, stopped. No that the winds ended and every fell back into place. No the books were frozen on the page they were turning, the curtains had fallen stiff, and the frost had just stopped suddenly.

All that remained, was the fog from your breath, a crystals of ice hanging in the air like a mist. Slowly, they spun together, forming the vague shape of a woman, holding something in her hand.

The figure walked from in front of Mirra, towards the edge of the room, a trail of frost falling it for its first steps.

An ice cold chill surrounded it, as it stepped beside you, every one of its steps slow and purposeful, like a puppet being made to dance by an untrained master. Its movements were jerky and sudden. Unfocused, wild, like a newborn deer or calf.

It was unlike anything you had seen before, and as you looked at it, as it paused two feet away from you. You realized, it was Mirra's ghost. Was it her own soul all along? Or she had made some kind of pact with it, unknowingly?

A million questions ran through your mind, you were frozen in amazement, in shock. For the first time in your life, you had no idea what to do. there was no instinctual response to something like this, and no thought out action even.

There was nothing, outside of the feeling you were seeing, something unnatural.

What do you do?
[] try and touch the ghost (Con check)
[] Let it walk past you, and keep watch over Mirra
[] "Mirra?"
[] Follow it, a good few yards behind it
[] write in
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>>4521341
[] "Mirra?"
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>>4521341
>[] "Mirra?"
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>>4521341
>[] try and touch the ghost (Con check)
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>[] try and touch the ghost (Con check)
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>>4521341
>[] try and touch the ghost (Con check)
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>>4521341
>[] "Mirra?"
>[] Follow it, a good few yards behind it
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>>4522037
>>4521749
>>4521592
Alright
roll 1d20+con (DC 18)
best out of 3

Also saying "mirra?" also wins, just pointing that out
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Rolled 17 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>4522126
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Rolled 18 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>4522126
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Rolled 11 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>4522126
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>>4522130
alright alright, and its five over! so better things happen, writing
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"Mirra?" You ask, the only thing you can think to ask, not sure what else you can possibly say when something like this has happens right before your eyes. Maybe she can hear you? or will respond in someway? Can't expect her to speak through freezing mist, but if the figure responds in anyway, that means its Mirra. Or a part of her, at least. Like her soul, separated from her body, or her "perception" whatever that means. It couldn't be her five senses, since why would they take the form of a woman rather than an imperceptible nothing or a floating bundle of ghostly nerves and veins?

The figure's "head" turns to you for a moment, before it turns back to the doorway and raises one of its "legs" to take a step towards it. Well that doesn't prove it, but it makes for a good argument that its her.

There's one other way to be certain its Mirra and not her ghost that had stopped bothering her in recent years. Try to touch it. From what you've heard and seen, if its that ghost it'll respond with a smack or pull of the hair. If it's Mirra, she'll recoil or merely stand still, not reacting at all to the the poke.

Slowly, cautiously, you reach for the figure. Stretching out your fingers, you push your arm towards the spectral thing of ice and mist. the air turns even colder, so frigid its like you've pushed your hand into a frozen pond after warming it by the fire.

But you don't stop and within the blind of an eye, you've pushed your fingers into the figures side, driving them through the mist and ice that makes it, pushing into what would've been Mirra's waist.

That was a mistake, a terrible, terrible mistake. The instant you do, frost. No solid ice! covers your fingers, stabbing into your skin and deeper, past flesh and into bone.

Grimacing, you bite your tongue to keep from scream, ripping your arm back out of the thing. It didn't notice you touching it, and walks through the door, leaving a coat of frost upon it.

And leaves you with the pain of a sudden freezing on your fingers. But, you keep your pain hidden, and silent, as you clench your hand into a fist, and begin rubbing and breathing on it.

The ice begins to melt, and you start to rapidly curl and uncurl your fingers, mist and steam rise from the ice as you do so, melting it rapidly with your breath and the warmth of your blood.

The last stubborn chunks, you bite off before they can stick to your skin or give you frost bite. The ice gets stuck on your tongue, but you crush it between your teeth and melt it when it does.

And like that, the ice is gone. Your fingers are free of ice, but not cold. They're pale white, like freshly fallen snow, like Mirra, but they're not frostbitten. A minute or two longer and they might've been. Christ above that hurt. But your hand is okay, your fingers work and move perfectly. They're just freezing right now.

Wriggling your digits, you make sure nothing is broken, sore or stiff. And sigh in relief, that was a close call, there.
cont
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>>4522153
What the actual fuck just happened!

What do you do?
[] Wake Mirra up and ask her
[] (Burning blood) Chase that bastard ghost Mirra wouldn't freeze you if she was able to!
[] Trailing the ghost, and keep sticking things into it, to see if there's a delay in contact and freezing
[] Grab one of Mirra's books and look for answers there, while you try to warm your hand back up (int check)
[] write in
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>>4522156
>[] Trailing the ghost, and keep sticking things into it, to see if there's a delay in contact and freezing
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>>4522156
>[] Grab one of Mirra's books and look for answers there, while you try to warm your hand back up (int check)
This'll be fun.
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>>4522156
[] Grab one of Mirra's books and look for answers there, while you try to warm your hand back up (int check)
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>>4522374
>>4522207
Alright
roll 1d20+ int (DC 20)
best out of three
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Rolled 1 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>4522395
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Rolled 12 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>4522395
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>>4522398
I bring shame upon this thread and myself.
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Rolled 1 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>4522395
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Rolled 2 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>4522395
lets see what could have been
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>>4522398
>>4522399
>>4522420
alright, writing
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>>4522398
>>4522409
>>4522420
>>4522433
we are cursed with [0 int]
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Okay, calm down Anna, Mirra surrounds herself with books. Records of useful, mundane knowledge, and the occult kind, along with collections of stories, myths and fairy tales of all kinds. There has to be something in her private collection to tell you what thing was. There's no way Mirra soul or whatever would be cold enough freeze you at just a touch. It made solid ice, it wasn't your imagination, it had trapped your fingers in solid ice and almost froze the skin and meat beneath it.

There's no way any part of mirra could do something like that to you, even on accident! so it must be something else, that ghost that used to haunt her or something worse. its the only explanation, but you aren't sure what it could be. And you need to know in case it wants to cause trouble, whatever it is.

So you begin to pull books from shelves, flipping through them, drawings of gods and sketches of devils flying through your eyes, text and sigils that mean nothing to you coming into view an vanishing. You begin to dig through more books, staking them haphazardly on the table as you read the knew books. Half of them are in languages you don't speak, Latin, German, french, You can recognize them but you can't understand them. And its pissing you off. You grab a book, that's name is in russian and flick through it, straining your eyes, hoping for any pictures you can understand, in a sea of nonsense letters and words that you have no chance of picking through.

The air grows colder and colder and colder as you grab more and more books from the wall, finding one that's bound in orange dyed leather. With oriental writing on its side, you reach for it, before you racing mind catches up with.

Why is it getting colder? the ghost or whatever it was had left, hadn't it? So why did it still feel like you were in the middle of a winter storm. You saw your breath again, rising into the air, clinging to the back of the orange book as a coating of frost.

Looking over your shoulder, you see ice growing from the ground like grass, grown from the splinters of ice that fell from your mouth when you bit and pulled it from your hands. Its ankle high, at the moment, but its growing and spreading, spears and icicles busting out of it as it expands, moving and creeping like it was a live.

"Eh?!" You gasp, eyes widening as you see another unbelievable thing, the second of the day, right before your eyes, seeming trying to sneak up on you.

With a crack, the ice grows half way to your knees, bursting and cracking, sending new shards of itself to the floor and walls.

"Oh!" You say, confused and shocked mind figuring out instantly why that's a very bad thing if it could form that much ice out of a few splinters and shards from your mouth.
-
https://youtu.be/s43yLMgXXOU
-

You need to get Mirra out of here, you need to get out of here before that ice freeze the entire room solid.
cont
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>>4522454
There isn't time to think or call for help, its already almost up to your knees, and has blocked the door out of the parlor entirely. No not covered, swallowed! Swallowed it and the wall encasing it.

Come on Anna, think! THINK! there has to be a way to get out of here or to stop the ice from spreading further.

What do you do?
[]Grab a chair and break the windows (Str check)
[] (Burning blood) Start a fire (Dex check, to do it quickly enough)
[] Protect mirra from the cold (con check)
[] Shake mirra awake
[] write in
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>>4522459
>[] Shake mirra awake
>Mira has a Sabaton stand
God bless you QM
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>>4522459
>[] (Burning blood) Start a fire (Dex check, to do it quickly enough)
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>>4522459
[] (Burning blood) Start a fire (Dex check, to do it quickly enough)
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>>4522459
>[] Shake mirra awake
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>[] (Burning blood) Start a fire (Dex check, to do it quickly enough)
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So, why can we see the stand, do you think?

Are the Anderton line secretly stand users? Or is it just so cold that the mist is making the stand's outline appear?
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>>4523177
probably the latter considering we are seeing the ice crystals around it rather than the stand itself. That does beg the question of why its appearance changed from Mirra's previous description, perhaps the stand is the mist itself.
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>>4523269
Maybe as she got older, the stand evolved? It used to just be a soldier dude. Maybe this is the soldier dude's wife or daughter?
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>>4522470
>>4522472
>>4523101
Sorry for taking so long

Roll 1d20+dex (DC 17)
best out of three
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Rolled 3 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>4523449
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Rolled 8 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>4523449
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Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>4523449
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>>4523550
And at the last second. Very niceu, anon-chan
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>>4523550
>Difference of 8
jesus christ
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>>4523550
Alright, writing! also its five over the DC
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>>4523656
25 - 17 = 8
is there something im not getting here?
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>>4523661
the standard "Better effect" for is usually around 3 or 5 unless I specifically mention otherwise in the call to roll.

Same with rolling under the DC, but in the opposite direction
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And then its occurs to you! of course! heat! The ice you chewed and swallowed didn't grow out of you, or else you'd be a corpse right now! Well, pieces of one at least. If the ice melts, it can't grow, it needs to at least be some what frozen to grow like it is. That's the trick! Whatever makes it grow like that only works on ice, when there's ice at least! so, if you melt the ice, the problem will go away. It'll stop growing and the danger will be gone!.

The only problem is, that your mouth isn't hot enough to melt it fast enough before it swallows you up. Chewing it is out of the question, opening the windows won't work. The only thing that's hot enough to keep up with the growing cold, would be a bonfire.

In Mirra's house? In her parlor? Dangerous, but less so than the threat of being frozen alive, crushed or stabbed by the growing chunk of ice. She'd forgive you, and you knew how to keep a fire contained. As crazy as it must've sounded, fire was safer than ice.

And Mirra always kept candles burning in the room, incense burning and herbs smoldering. Starting a fire would be easy. Acting quickly and leaping over a spear of ice, you grab one of the less expensive looking books and hold it over a thick red candle, setting it alight. Then, ripping the table cloth from under the table, you wrap the book in it, to have some control over the fire.

Swinging it, you knock one of the bowls of burning herbs to ground, and toss the burning book and cloth to it, feeding the flame and making it grow quicker at the base of the ice. Which begins to grow around it, so you leap over the table, the ice seem to chase after you before it stops growing for a moment, grabbing on the edge of the table.

You need more fuel. More fuel. And the windows have just what you need. Nice and thick cloth, burns easily and quickly.

Ripping both side of the curtain down, you ball them up, the ice crawling along the wall, and growing out, restricting your movement, but its still several feet away from mirra.

Tossing the bundled curtains, they unfurl, draping on the spears of ice that continue to grow and push further into the room. the end of one just barely reaches the tip of the flames rising from the burning book and table cloth.

Okay, you'll need to do a little more work then. Crouching down, taking a few quick breaths, you sprint, the ice stabbing forward as you leap over the table, sliding over its ice slicked surface and right before you fall off the side, you grab onto the curtain that's almost reaching the fire.

And pull it down with you, pushing it directly into the growing fire, along with your hands.

Biting your tongue, drawing blood, you stop yourself from screaming, falling to the ground and spitting. the blood flowing down your chin freezes as you stand up, and grab a bottle of scented oil, and bite the cork out.
cont
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>>4523675

With a flick of your wrist, its in the air, spiraling and spilling oil on the curtain and fire. Which roars to life. Fire light fills the room, as it begins to crawl to consumed the other books you knocked to the ground in your mad dash. And slowly, the cold banishes away, as the ice snaps and begins to melt. some parts of it try to grow further but as the fire grows, it stops entirely.

Now there's fire on the ground and hanging in the air. And one of your arms has a nasty cut on it now, you didn't notice because it had gone number with cold.

Well it'll heal, just like your knuckles will but...that is a lot of fire! this may be a problem.

What do you do?
[] Control the fire
[] feed the flames
[] Smash the ice apart, so it melts quicker
[] MIRRA WAKE UP DAMMIT
[] write in
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>>4523678
[] Control the fire
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>>4523678
>[] Control the fire
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>>4523678
>[] MIRRA WAKE UP DAMMIT
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>>4523678
>[] Control the fire
>[] MIRRA WAKE UP DAMMIT
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>>4523695
>>4523688
>>4523680
>>4523679
Alright, I'll combine the two, so controlling the fire and waking mirra up wins

Writing
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However, dealing with normal fire is much easier than dealing with magic ice! all you need to do is smother it, and keep it away from fuel, and it'll die. However, as you move to pull the other curtain down from the spear of ice it got caught on, you stop yourself. The ice would just grow back if you smothered the fire now, it has to melt completely before you put it out. Otherwise it'll start growing again, and you'll have less fuel to work with the second time around, and less time to get start the fire, considering how far the ice has grown and moved into the room already.

But you can control the fire, keep it from spreading and burning down the Barret's manor. And that's much easier than smothering it out, all you have to do is keep it alive long enough for the ice to melt, and then you can smother it. Smiling, you scratch off the blood frozen to your face, sticking out your bleeding tongue to let the cold air numb it a bit, so it doesn't sting as badly. And then, you move anything the fire can jump from, the books that fell to the floor in your mad dash to find something to burn, and set them aside, on the floor next to Mirra. Then, once you're certain the fire won't burn anything you don't want it to burn, you set up the chair you were sitting in, since you knocked it over when you flew off the table, and sit down to catch your breath for a second, and shake some snow out of your hair. You get feeling back in the arm that got a nasty cut in it from you running into a newly grown icicle, and it hurts something fierce, luckily the bleeding has already stopped.

Pulling some of the bandages from you hand, and pulling up your shirts sleeve, you wrap them and cover the once frozen wound, so Mirra won't freak out when she sees it, and to keep it clean. Once its nice and tight, you tie the bandage off, and sigh, scratching your head, and running your hands through your hair, trying to make sense of what just happened and having no luck at all.

It just doesn't make sense, but at least you've stopped the problem. standing up, you fling the chair into the fire, so it'll stay alive. The ice is slowly melting away, soon you'll be able to smother the fire and try and calm down.

Its really hard to believe, but a block of unliving ice could've just killed you, it makes you laugh but with how much your tongue hurts it comes out all weird and slurred. You spit a mouthful of bloody spit onto the ice, your vivid red hair hanging wildly around your face. It's wet, from the melting frost still inside the red locks and curls.

How annoying, and cold. For a few more minutes, you watch the fire crackle, burning brightly and fizziling as the ice melts around it, slowly turning to a small hump surrounded by wet floors and walls. Smirking, you grab the curtain from where it fell, half way on the table, and toss it over the fire. And still gripping the edge of it, lift it up, before bringing it back down, beating the flames down before finally smothering them.
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>>4523768
But just to be sure, you toss the now burned and charred curtains over where the center of the ice had been, and then, after taking a step back, kick the embers that used to be a chair over them.

Only then do you feel safe enough to let your guard down and yell

"MIRRA WAKE UP DAMMIT!", loud enough to shake the windows a few feet away. And like a clock that's just been turned, Mirra suddenly jolts to life, falling on her back, squeaking and gasping in shock like she had just been woken from a deep sleep, torn from a dream out nightmare.

Striding over to her, you crouch down next to her, and see she's drooled over herself, her glasses have fallen off and her eyes are squinting trying to see what's going on. She looks drunk

"Wha..wu wha? Annaaah?' She babbles, seemingly dazed from being woken from her trance so suddenly.

What do you tell her?
[] SO turns out it is dangerous to astral project with someone else around
[] Took you long enough, a fire started while you were asleep, and you didn't wake up, christ above Mirra
[] Okay, never do that again. Damn near turned us into icicles
[] I'm not sure what happened, but to make a long story short, I saved both our lives
[] write in
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>>4523775
>[] I'm not sure what happened, but to make a long story short, I saved both our lives
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>>4523775
>[] I'm not sure what happened, but to make a long story short, I saved both our lives
wonder what the range of Mirra's stand is? I'd assume the ability itself weakens as it gets further from Mirra's body but it is able to walk to the Joestar Manor in distance.
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>>4523794
>>4523806
writing
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"I'm not sure what happened" You say as Mirra blinks, narrowing her eyes to tiny slits to try and be sure its you whose sitting over her. She grabs at her chest, searching for her glasses that have fallen from her face, blindly groping for them. Until you pick them up from off the ground and hand them to her. She starts to clean them with her sleeves, sitting up and looking at your face, and trying to find your eyes as she squints and stares at you.

"But to make a long story short" You say as she puts her glasses back on, eyes widening as she sees the exhausted look on your face, and flakes of frozen blood still stuck to your lips and chin, and becomes frozen in shock herself.

You put a hand on her shoulders as she, ever the clever and smart girl, puts together what happened from one look of you and the smell of smoke in the room.

"I saved both of our lives" you say, patting her and stopping yourself from impulsively ruffling her hair

"From me" She says quietly and sorrowfully, the only thing keeping it from being a wail was its volume. Her eyes are filled with guilt and her expression is so sad it almost makes you want to cry.

You don't move, frowning as she grips her dress, looking like she's about to start crying. Something which she never does, even when she used to be bullied, even when she's been afraid for you. Mirra just doesn't cry. She's too reserved to. The only person she would cry in front of is you, cause everyone else she's distant to, even your other friends. Mirra only really comes out of her shell when you're around.

It breaks your heart, and hurts more than the gash in your arm, or the cut on your tongue.

What do you do?
[] Hug Mirra
[] Explain it wasn't her fault
[] Smile and ask what she saw, best to forget about what just happened
[] lightly tap her head and tell her not to blame herself
[] write in
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>>4523888
>[] Hug Mirra
>[] Explain it wasn't her fault
then, if she's feeling better
>[] Smile and ask what she saw
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>>4523892
support
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>>4523888
>[] Smile and ask what she saw
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>>4523892
This
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>>4523892
Support
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>>4523892
>>4523898
>>4524325
>>4524333
Winner, writing.
Sorry I've been writing so slow and late. have been having trouble sleeping again
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Without hesitating for a moment, you wrap your arms around Mirra, holding her tightly, squeezing her with all your strength to keep her from squirming out of your arms. It might be a childish thing to do, but its what Mirra needs. To be shown you don't blame her, that it isn't her fault, that you're still her dearest friend.

She pushes, and tries to pry you off, get away from you. But you just hold her tighter in response, clinging to her as tightly as moss does to a stone. Your wet, red hair falling over her shoulders as her black braids fall over her chest.

She shudders, trying to speak as you look through the windows, the frost melting upon them, the rainbow rays of the sun returning to a single white.

"But...but" She says, her voice broken, shattered, filled with sorrow and terrible "I hurt you, so why are you...why are you"

"No you didn't, what happened to me wasn't your fault, at all" You say gently, almost motherly as you keep holding her against your chest "I just got cut on some ice, is all, it isn't like you took a knife to my arm yourself"

"But I created it, I caused it to be there, if it wasn't for me you wouldn't have nearly been frozen, or cut" She rants, nearly raving, her eyes manic as she tries again to push you away from herself "its all my fault! Its all my faaaault"

You smack your head against hers, looking her in the eyes , grabbing her cheeks and frowning as you force her to look into your eyes.

"You didn't do any of that on purpose, it was just an accident, the ice acted on its own, you didn't control it" You say sternly, squishing her face between her hands, not too roughly of course.

"It'd be like blaming yourself for me stepping on a nail you dropped, it was out of your control" You say softly, moving your hands back down to her shoulders as you stand up "I don't blame you at all, you aren't at fault here Mirra, it was just a bad accident'

"but I, but I, you aren't scared of me then?" She asks, hope filling her eyes once again "Even after what you went through, because of me"

You click your tongue as she looks up at you with disbelief in her eyes

"You're my friend Mirra, its just a scrape, and what's so scary about ice?" You say laughing as you pat her shoulders and roll the shoulder of your cut arm "Why would I be afraid of you? Because you can see places you aren't? Cause you make living ice? None of that matters, cause you're my friend and little things like that won't scare Anna Anderton away"

"I really don't understand you sometimes" She says, trying to close her eyes before she starts crying, and failing as tears roll down her cheeks "Even though we're so different from each other, even though you could've died because of me, you still stay by my side, keeping me company when no one else will, you're more than I deserve, than anyone deserves in a friend"
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>>4525032

"Cheer up!" You say cheerfully, ruffling her hair as you sit down next to her "I'm not your only friend Mirra, just your best friend, Jojo and Dio, they'll stay by your side to"

"Even after what's happened?' She asks, finally hugging you back, before letting go just as quickly. You just laugh in response

"They'd understand if we ever told them, I'm sure, Jojo got the shit beat out of him when he met me, and I met Dio, my fiance, when we beat the crap out of eachother, in this circle, Mirra" You say swaying your friend back and further "it would be nothing new, and like I said, just an accident, they wouldn't blame you at all"

"I still won't tell them, to be safe" She says, staring at the bandage on your arm

"Well I won't unless it comes up, best to just put it behind us, after all" You say with a smile which mirra returns, still crying despite all your kind, encouraging words "So, what did you see, anyways"

"No much of interest, people going about their lives, I only barely managed to get into the Joestar manor, Jojo was reading in foyer" She explains, adjusting her glasses with a trembling hand "and Dio was bringing tea, to George I presume, and then I heard you yelling and was dragged back to my body and..."

She shook her head and laughed.

"You really are careless, aren't you Anna? brushing off something like this so easily" She says, wiping the tears from her cheeks "I can never understand it"

"There's no need to" You say sweetly "and I wouldn't call it carelessness, I just don't think its something to be upset over"

Mirra continues crying in silence, smiling, but not saying a word

What do you do?
[] Clean up her parlor and ask if she can explain WHY her soul or whatever can make ice
[]Ask her for more details of what she saw, like what jojo was reading
[] Try to cheer Mirra up more
[] "Soo, I need a drink, want to join me?"
[] write in
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>>4525050
>[] Clean up her parlor and ask if she can explain WHY her soul or whatever can make ice
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>>4525050
>[] Clean up her parlor and ask if she can explain WHY her soul or whatever can make ice
>[]Ask her for more details of what she saw, like what jojo was reading
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>>4525050
[] Clean up her parlor and ask if she can explain WHY her soul or whatever can make ice
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>>4525187
>>4525067
>>4525055
Alright, winner, writing
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You sit with her for awhile, not saying a word and merely lending your presence to comfort Mirra, and calm her down. She won't forget about what happened today, that's one personality trait that the two of you share. You can hold grudges for a long time, even if you're more vocal about it than she is. And this is a grudge she'll hold against herself. She doesn't cry or sob, outside of a few tears you spot before she wipes them away with the back of her hand. She just sits there, like when you met her, silent and glum. To anyone else, they wouldn't be able to tell what a sorry state she was in at the moment, how devastated and guilty she was right now.

But you could, it was written all over her blank face and her distant eyes. She had a more subtle way of showing her emotions than say You, or even Jojo, or even Mirra or what you remember of Erina. So subtle most people would miss them. But not you, you're her friend after all. Its your job to know when she's upset or sad, dammit.

After sometime, maybe minutes maybe a few hours of moping and not crying, like a clockwork machine, Mirra stands up and begins to clean up the mess you made to save her.

"Let me help" You say, helping her pick up the books you've carelessly knocked to the floor, smiling as she turns to you and gives the faintest of smirks, but doesn't say a thing.

"Thank you" She says simply, frowning as she inspects the covers of the books, before opening them and flipping through them to check for any damages

"Don't mention it, just figured I should help clean up the mess I made" You say with a grin, resisting the urge to reach for the cut on your arm as it begins to ache freshly again.

Mirra snorts, clearly disagreeing with your line of thought, but not having it in her to argue with you about it. Best to let her have her silence for a bit. Not like there's anything for you to say right now anyways. Which is strange for you.

Picking up fallen symbols of dead faiths, idols of forgotten gods and other knicknacks that Mirra keeps in her parlor. Including a sketch she's made of that mask Jojo is obsessed with. Wonder how it survived your mad dash for kindling and fuel? How odd.

Smiling, you continue to clean, following Mirra's steps and orders of where to put which book and what idols to keep away from each other "Just in case".


Whistling as you work, and are pushed away from the bookcase by your friend to clean up the ashes and charred bits of furniture and curtains.

Once you're done cleaning, you'll stick around for awhile, to try to get Mirra to cheer up a bit
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What do you do
[] bring up Mirra's sketch of the stone mask
[] idly mention the events of today would make a great story
[] pester mirra to explain how exactly she does the astral projection thing
[] decide to mess with jojo and dio with What mirra saw
[] write in
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>>4525372
>[] pester mirra to explain how exactly she does the astral projection thing
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>>4525372
>[] pester mirra to explain how exactly she does the astral projection thing
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>>4525372
[] pester mirra to explain how exactly she does the astral projection thing
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>>4525372
>[] pester mirra to explain how exactly she does the astral projection thing
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>>4525372
[] bring up Mirra's sketch of the stone mask
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>>4525391
>>4525461
>>4525643
>>4525837
Writing
Sorry for being so late again, but I really am struggling to sleep at a proper hour.
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"Soooo" You say, as Mirra pours herself a glass of wine, in the dining room, after you had managed to hide the fact you set fire to part of the manor from her aging father and most of the servants they had. Mostly by just covering the scorch marks on the floors with a carpet you took from another room, and throwing what was left of the curtains into the garbage before it was taken out.

"So what?" Mirra asks, swirling the glass in her hand, which is still shaking from what happened about an hour or two before. Its a french vermouth, dry and made from white wine. Since Mirra doesn't like reds for some reason beyond your understanding. She explained it once but it made no sense to you then and still doesn't now. Something about the Tannins giving her headaches, which is also why she prefers coffee to tea.

"How do you do it? that astral projection thing you did earlier? You were pretty vague about it earlier" You say as she takes a drink from her wine glass "and also avoided the question when I tried to ask why your soul or whatever can make create ice out of nothing"

"Its troublesome to explain and you asked right after said ice tore into your arm, of course I'd avoid the question" She groans, setting her wine glass down "its...metaphysical you see, I don't do anything to accomplish it Anna, there's no secret spell or hand gesture I must make"

She takes a sip of her vermouth and sets the glass back down, clasping her hands together and pressing her fingers into the back of her hands before raising them back up again.

"Nor is there an organ or muscle I contract to cause it to happen, it is purely a mental action, and no offense Anna, but you are very grounded in the realm of the physical" She says, pushing her hands back together "It is a spiritual process, and thus, to one who spends is so connected to the temporal reality we live in, it is by nature difficult to explain exactly what I do to send my soul from my body"

"Well then just explain it, don't worry about the details, not sure why me being overly physical would make it hard to understand" You say bluntly, as Mirra nods, and adjusts her glasses "if anything I have a more open mind than most"

"I will it to happen, which thinking on it further I suppose is something you have a great amount of, willpower" She explains, talking so quickly her words start to bleed together "Imagine it as this, you try and force yourself from your body, to walk without it. It is easier to do this in a trance I find, as the dissociation makes it easier to separate soul from flesh, and the focus helps a good deal as well"

"Okay okay, I guess that makes sense, but could you explain why your soul makes ice then?" You ask , twirling a lock of your hair around your finger "Cause I'm pretty sure that's not normal, at all, sure a lot of the ghost stories you've shared with me mention a sudden chill or something like that, but they don't mention, you know, living angry ice trying to kill people"

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>>4526592

Mirra grins, her glass catching the sunlight coming in through the windows, glowing bright white as they do and hiding her eyes completely.

"Well to explain that, I'd need to explain some concepts of Tibetan mystisim and cultural beliefs" She says before laughing "But that would take all day, and I'm sure you have better and more exciting things to do than to humor me"

"I want to hear why you soul creates angry Ice, Mirra" You say as she closes her eyes and takes a breath

"Yes, I know Anna, but to explain WHY it does, would take forever and be quite boring" She says meekly "the shortest answer is, because of who I am, it can, to long explanation is very...esoteric"

What do you do?
[] Demand the long explanation
[]"So, you will your soul to walk without your body? weird"
[] "So you don't need to be in a trance to do it then?"
[] Remember you got a cut on your arm and should probably do more than just bandage it
[] write in
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>>4526630
>[] Demand the long explanation
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>>4526630
>[] "So you don't need to be in a trance to do it then?"

Maybe she can become a proper stand user.

>[] Demand the long explanation
We gained 2 extra int, we're going to put it to good use!
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>>4526962
support
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>>4526630
Changing >>4526766 to support >>4526962
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>>4526962
>>4526988
>>4527083
OKAY WRITING
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"So you don't need to be in a trance to do it then?" You ask, realizing that Mirra said that putting herself in a trance just makes it easier to astral project "How does that work? if your soul isn't in your body then how do you stay...Mirra"

"Well It isn't like my personality, and Its more of an avatar of my soul than my.." Mirra says before sighing and pinching the bridge of her nose "Look, as I've told you before it, it isn't easy to explain, and when I do it outside of my trance it causes more problems than it did today, I suspect its reacting to my id as I cannot focus my full attention and focus on it outside of a trance"

"So its more dangerous that way?" You ask curiously, every thing new you learn about Mirra's magic or whatever it is getting you more and more excited, its like a great mystery unraveling before your eyes "Your instincts lash out and attack anything they deem as a threat when you're concious, that has to be why when you were longer it kept pulling hair and breaking things"

"Wait you know what the concept of the id is" Mirra asks, spitting up a mouthful of vermouth as she realizes you understood what she said

"Yeah, I read a book about psycology to win an argument in class once, what of it" You say with a grin as Mirra giggles and shakes her head

"And yes, that's correct, the avatar of myself, the incarnation of my spirit, when its out of my control lashes out wildly, and even in a trance I find it difficult to maintain my hold within it" Mirra explains rapidly, swirling her wine glass around with a manic look in her eyes "If I'd say its the manifestation of anxiety in most social situations, the cold distance I keep with most people, my shyness, and that is why it attacks over the slightest stress I experience while summoning it"

"And why it creates cold?" You ask as Mirra nods "See you're practically explaining it already, you're just making it seem harder in your head"

"Hey, you're right!" mirra shouts happily, taking a sip of her vermouth "Or its the alchohol, my constitution is quite weak after all"

"Tch, you get drunk off fumes Mirra" You say with a grin and a giggle. Not that you've ever been drunk yourself, even when you've tried to whiskey the other hunters like to quaff so much "So, because you're cold to most people this...uh, incarwhatsit makes cold and ice? Because you and it are so shy?"

"Well, that's the basics of it, its an avatar of myself so it reflect my inner being, and outside of you, Jojo, Dio and soon to be Erina, I really don't talk to people outside of my clients" Mirra says, her cheeks starting to blush even though she's only half way down her glass. What a light weight
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>>4528143

"And my father" She says raising her wine glass into the air as you try not to laugh at her sudden antics "But this distant, cold isolation I have and choose to continue to live manifests itself in a crushing, deadly cold and is why when unrestrained the incarnation lashes out and attacks anything it senses as holding a threat towards me"

"And how can you call it forth or create it, you've been doing it accidentally since you were a little girl" You say grabbing your empty glass and motioning for Mirra to pour you a glass, no reason for her to drink alone after all "Also could it be your fascination of death and the afterlife that causes it to be heralded by such a bitter cold? it first showed up when you were on the brink of death, weren't you"

"Might be, might be, but to explain how it comes into being" She says over filling your cup, you don't care, not like it'll effect you at all, just something to drink while you talk is all "There's this concept in Tibetan mystisim, called Hamon, that is believed to be an energy inherent in all life, that if properly harness can rival the sun itself in its power. I found a book written by some Italian who spent sometime with monks who practice the martial art of Sendo, to be able to train and harness this Hamon"

"Okay, so its kind of like harnessing the life and power you're born with, and harnessing it like energy or magic?" You ask, nodding along, as you drain half your glass of vermouth in one gulp

"Exactly, the book described masters of sendo being able to manifest it as a burst of electricity, running from their arms to whatever they touched" Mirra continues on, spilling wine on her chin "And claimed that it originates from the blood, but I think that's a mistranslation coming from the italian's misunderstanding, As while blood keeps something alive and functioning, carrying oxygen and nutrients through the body"

She slumps over, still talking at an incredible pace as she explains her theory of this Ham-on thing.

"And Sendo is centered around regulating breathing and techniques to control it, electricity is not produced in a bodies blood, it is created in neurons, in the nerves" She rants, almost raving about what she's read now instead of explaining it.

"And the brain has the most activity of those signals running through it, being basically water and fat and nerves" Mirra continues on "So it must manifest along the nervous system, if actually manifesting Hamon in such a way is possible, which I find somewhat ridiculous to believe and...and"

"And what does Sendo and Hamon have to do with your soul and why it makes self propagating ice?" You ask, setting your empty wine glass down. Mirra shakes her head, her braids dancing.

"Well I am getting to that, see in Sendo there is a concept of Ghostly Ripple, ripple being the closest translation to Hamon" Mirra continues on, now on track again as she knocks over her bottle of expensive white vermouth
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>>4528153
"An idea that if one masters Sendo and thus the control of Hamon to an sufficient degree, one will be able to personify their very life energy into an entity that is both separate from and one with the practitioner"

"So how can you do it" You ask as Mirra makes her weird smug smile she does and adjusts her glasses "I mean you aren't the type for any kind of physical activity or training outside of reading"

"Well, the Italian talks of there being other rumors and stories of these personifications, these stands as he refers to them, appearing seeming spontaneously in people with enough life energy and Willpower, spirt...uh you know that annoyingly hard to define attribute of personality. Force of will" She explains, folding her fingers back together, seemingly unaware she's spilled her wine all over the floor "And as one manifests this Stand from their subconscious, calling it forth mentally, I figured out a loophole to call upon my personification of life, My stand"

"So that's why its easier for you to control it while in a trance, cause you're not exactly willful or spirited, to be honest Mirra" You say as she nods

"Yes, I lack in "Fighting spirit" as the writer puts it, it'd seem, but I do not lack in determination my beautiful friend" Mirra continues on with a silly smile "So the loophole I found, was to focus all of my mental energy, in manifesting it. As while I may not have "fighting spirit" My mind is quite...uh, big and powerful, I have a lot of mental power"

good thing she dropped the bottle or she'd be out like a light half way through her second glass. She's leaning over the table waving her hands around now

"So, I supplement that lack of will and spirit, and substitute it with the power of my psyche itself, which, as I am still training this method, requires a lot of effort and focus, otherwise the per...the stand, will simply act on its own, without my control" She explains, laying on the table and closing her eyes "And this works, cause the energy of life isn't breath or blood but rather the electric signals running through nerves and the..the"

You nod, red hair bounding as Mirra starts to fall asleep and drool on herself, her hair spread messily out over the table and soaking up vermouth.

What do you do?
[] Get her some hot water and take her to her bed, since she's about to fall asleep
[] Smack your hands on the table to wake her up and see if that will call that Stand thing out from the surprise.
[] Clean up the mess and let Mirra sleep, thinking about what she just said
[] Since she got a little confusing towards the end, find that book she was talking about
[] write in
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>>4528164
>[] Get her some hot water and take her to her bed, since she's about to fall asleep
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>>4528164
>[] Get her some hot water and take her to her bed, since she's about to fall asleep
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>>4528164
>[] Get her some hot water and take her to her bed, since she's about to fall asleep

Mirra's theories make me think a lot about a character i made for a jojo ttrpg. Good ol' Louis Bell, a genius working in the royal academy of science who accidentally induced hamon breathing on himself while experimenting with electricity. Had he ever become a vampire, he would have displayed terrifying bioelectrical abilities. Thankfully, he just ended up as a very angry hobo when the academy kicked him out for unreplicable results in his experiments.
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>>4528197
That's rad
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>>4528200
Thanks bro, it always seemed to me like hamon is the kind of thing that could be stumbled onto with the right mishaps, since you just had to briefly breathe in the right manner
Hell, I bet someone did it once after a coughing fit. That'd be a ridiculous origin story.
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>>4528168
>>4528197
>>4528166
Okay writing
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You can't leave her in a state like this, it'd just be cruel and plain mean to. So, standing up from the table, you go to find wherever the barret's kitchen is to boil some water to try and help sober her up a bit and scare off the hangover she'll no doubt get. Over one glass of wine. Sometimes you wonder how Mirra has survived to adulthood, with how frail she can be at times. But thinking about that reminds you she almost didn't. That fever she had as a child almost snuffed her out, and made her into the Mirra she is today. Its scary to think about that, so you won't. It upsets you whenever you think of any of your friends in pain, let alone dying in their beds, brains scrambled by fever and sickness.

Another thought ran through your mind as you wandered the halls covered in crucifixes and paintings of saints. Would that happen to George if his sickness got worse? Nope, don't think about that, think of hunting or your wedding day or the pain in your arm and mouth, think about anything besides that Anna.

Some how you manage to turn your train of thought away from such a grim path, but now you have a chill sinking into your arms and back. And you're certain it isn't Mirra's Avatar or Stand or whatever it was she called it. Or at least you don't see it.

Glancing around, on the look out for any figures formed of ice and mist, you start to jog instead of walk just in case, so you can get that water back to Mirra before she passes out. Not because you're worried about running into that thing while Mirra's passed out and drooling over herself drunk.

And that's how you find her when you come back. Laying there with her long black hair, a bit longer than yours covering the table, eyes glazing over and laughing as she swirls her wine glass around.

"Anna, where'd you go" You ask as you pick her up and hand her the steaming class of water "I was so lonely without...huh?"

"Drink up, its for your own good" You say, as her addled brain struggles to comprehend your alien actions. Her constitution is really flimsy isn't it? you didn't even feel your glass of vermouth and she spilled most of hers.

"Noooo" She says, trying to escape, but getting tangled in her dress, as you practically force her to drink

"Drink" You repeat as you push the warm glass to her lips and she childishly waves her arms around.

"Noooooo"she says again, her voice turning to gargles and a burbling sound. Somehow you manage to get her to drain the glass despite her acting like a brat.

"You only had one glass, why are you so sloshed?" You ask as she continues her tantrum, forcing you to practically lift your petite friend out of her chair and carry her

"Weeeee" She says, gone to world, waving her legs and hands around. Yep, she's black out drunk. Off of one glass of fortified wine. Incredible really.

Yeah, no alcohol at your wedding or the ceremony she'll hold for you and Dio before or after. She'd be unmanageable if she had anything stronger than a beer.
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>>4528231
and even then it'd be just begging for danger considering she can SUMMON A SPIRIT OF ICE AND DEATH. But everyone has their weakness can't fault her on that. But you can fault her for kicking and squirming around your arms as you try to carry her like a case of luggage, since she'll just fall into a heap if you try and make her walk on her own.

Like a dog that doesn't want to be taken to the vet or out in the cold..

"Anna, Anna, I've discovered the secret of human flight! Anna!" Mirra giggles as you carry her to her room, praying to god you won't run into her father or one of her family's servants as you do "I'll be remembered fooooreeeeveeeer"

"Yes, yes you have" You say frowning, yeah, the secret is having a strong friend and weighing practically nothing yourself, who would've thought "Now lets get you to bed so you can think of what to tell the queen"

At least she's a happy, silly drunk instead of mean and cruel one. And that makes you think of Dio's childhood and sours your mood instantly.

Eventually, and by perhaps divine intervention, You manage to get Mirra to her room without being seen by anyone else in the lonely manner. Pushing the door open with your foot you drag your senseless occultist friend her bed as she suddenly realizes what you're doing.

"No we still need to discuss the exact moleculure make up of the souuuuul" She says, having been speaking about some nonsense of ectoplasm and the physical nature of something that is inherently nonphysical, you weren't really paying attention.

"We can talk about whatever you just said in the morning, just get in your bed" You say as she starts grips the door way, but since she's so weak you just give her a light pull

"Ah a tyrant Morevna, how dare you chain I, koschei the deathless in this tower" She rants, as you set her on her bed and look for a bowl in case she ends up omitting in the night "I shall have my revenge upon you this I swear"

"Hey that's the story I like" You say, recognizing the names as Mirra laughs

"thought it'd be funny" She mumbles, spreading her limbs out and looking like she's suffering vertigo from just laying in bed "Was it funny, Anna?"

"Yeah yeah, hilarious" You say as you empty a bowl of dried herbs and drag it and a night stand to the side of her bed "I'll be sure be sure to tell one of the servants to bring you water throughout the day"

"Such a good friend Anna" Mirra mumbles, starting to fall back into sleep "glad you're my friend, glad you didn't just"

And with that, she's passed out, smiling happily. You gently move some hair out from her face and pull a blanket over her, before leaving her room, which is cold as Ice, as usual.

"Weird" You mutter as you spot another sketch of that weird mask made of stone, the one that leapt to life.

You wonder if Mirra was there that day, unseen as nothing but a cold presence .....that joestar manor was rather chilly that day.

That's a comforting thought, actually.
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>>4528250

What do you do?
[] Borrow that book Mirra mentioned
[] Test to see if you actually CAN get drunk (Con check)
[]go home and tell your father what happened today, only he'd believe you
[] Go bother your future husband and adoptive step brother
[] write in
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>>4528251
also sorry I've been so slow lately, been having trouble staying awake past 9 am and waking up anything earlier that 10 pm. But I think I'm better now, hopefully. Think I might've had a cold or something.
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>>4528251
>[] Borrow that book Mirra mentioned
>[] Go bother your future husband and adoptive step brother
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>>4528251
>Borrow that book Mirra mentioned
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>>4528251
>[] Borrow that book Mirra mentioned
>[] Go bother your future husband and adoptive step brother
>>4528257
All good man, being nocturnal happens to the best of us.
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>>4528257
>[] Borrow that book Mirra mentioned
>[] Go bother your future husband and adoptive step brother

Im sure the goons would get a kick out of this
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>>4528262
>>4528383
>>4529160
Turns out didn't fix it, hopefully NOW I'll manage to not sleep through most of the day

but this combination wins, writing
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You leave a note on the parlor table, written as well as you can managed with your terrible hand writing, explaining you had borrowed that book about those Tibetian monks who want to become the sun or whatever it was Mirra said they were doing trying to harness Hamon with that martial art of theirs. Mostly cause it just seemed so interesting when Mirra was drunkenly rambling about it. Harnessing the energy of life to make electricity? Or even call out a representation of your inner self to the world? Sure it sounded like a bunch of Voodoo nonsense, but you saw it! it was real! and well, it was just too much of an exciting prospect to not try it out yourself or at least read upon in it.

So clutching the book close to your chest, you leave the Barret manner, stopping for a few minutes to chat with Mr barret as he sits, wrapped up by a fire in a heavy wool blanket. Being careful to avoid the topic of the tattered and worn book in your hands, of course. He doesn't seem to interested in it, and mostly just asks if you intend to give your firstborn and good, biblical name.

You avoid giving a concrete answer, and leave with a god bless exchanged between the two of you. And then, as you begin to walk towards the Joestar estate, you open up the book and flip through it.

And groan, its all written in italian, of course it would be, but thankfull Mirra has been translating it, writing down the meaning of each word under them on the pages. Which is surprising, since she is usually so protective of her books, but guess this one just proved too interesting to not deface. Good for you, bad for a collector.

One odd thing about the book, is the fact it seems to be a water damaged, which is odd. Doesn't seem to have been actually published, looks more like a journal than anything else. Its dated and written like one. But its easy to find what's actually useful for learning about those monks and Hamon.

And it comes with some helpful sketches, mostly of landscapes, but its nice. You'll have to travel to tibet sometime with Dio. It looks gorgeous, whoever wrote this journal had an artist's hand.

Its a confusing read, with a poetic prose, translated by Mirra, some parts of the writing are so purple in how they're written it takes you a few minutes to understand what's actually written down. But if that's the fault of the Italian or Mirra, you can't tell. Probably both, Mirra can't help but write in such a way, but some of the phrases used aren't the sort she'd use.

Its practically written in code in some pages. Autumn leaves fall around you as you walk along, reading as you go. By time you get the front gate's of the Joestar manor, you have just reached the part of the journal where the writer has met the monks practicing Sendo.

"Ah, Lady Anderton" the new butler says, recognizing you as you wait outside of the gate "You've come to visit your Fiance then?"
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>>4529862

"Yeah and Jojo" You say with a smile as you close your book, looking past the man to see the nook where Danny was buried years ago "and also, to remind you to tell the groundskeeper to clean up that area of the garden over there"

"Ah my apologies Lady Anderton, the estate has been in something of a dreadful state as of late" The young butler says, running a hand over his greased down hair "I'll be sure to get it cleaned up by time of your next visit"

"Its fine, just keep it in mind" You grumble, Danny doesn't deserve that kind of disrespect, he was a good dog.

What do you do?
[] Show Dio and Jojo the Journal and explain what Mirra told you, to the best of your ability
[]Visit Dio in private real quick
[] See how Jojo's studies of the mask are going
[] Check on Mr Joestar real quick
[] write in
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>>4529866
>Check on Mr Joestar real quick
>If he’s awake, distract him from his illness for a while by talking about the journal. Maybe an older gentlemen like him has a better understanding of Italian than even Mirra?
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>>4529866
>>4529870

>Check on Mr Joestar real quick
>If he’s awake, distract him from his illness for a while by talking about the journal. Maybe an older gentlemen like him has a better understanding of Italian than even Mirra?
Master Joestar is a learned man actually, so thats not the worst idea Ive heard. Not like we are going to have many more chances to interact with him either.
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>>4529866
>[] See how Jojo's studies of the mask are going
>[] Check on Mr Joestar real quick
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>>4529866
>Check on Mr Joestar real quick
>If he’s awake, distract him from his illness for a while by talking about the journal. Maybe an older gentlemen like him has a better understanding of Italian than even Mirra?
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>>4529874
Learned and well-traveled! He used to go off to who knows where with his wife, after all.
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>>4529870
>>4529874
>>4529878
Alright, Checking on MR Joestar and distracting him with talking about the journal and seeing if he knows Italian better wins, writing
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"Mr Joestar, young miss anderton has come to visit you and keep your company for awhile" The newer butler says, rapping the back of his knuckles on the door to the elder joestar's room exactly three times. No doubt he was trained like a dog to only do so exactly as he just did.

"Oh, has she come to bring me a bowl of stew perhaps?" George says through the door, breathing heavy and ragged. Like a buck bleeding out, unable to sprint for one more yard. You hate the sound of it, its horrible to hear.

"Um, no, rather she's come to discuss a book she's been reading, says she needs your help to understand it" He says, turning his eyes towards you and the ragged old journal in your hands, eyes wide like a hares a second before it starts running. What's with you all of a sudden, seeing animals in people's manners today? Its weird but not troublesome, unless you suddenly have the urge to hunt the most dangerous game. Then it'd be troubling, but now its simply weird.

"Does she now? Odd, never knew she had an interest in reading, but let her in, her company has always been welcome" Mr joestar says, clearly trying to laugh before stopping midway to keep from having a coughing fit. It hurts worse than the cut in your arm and the gash in your tongue

"As you wish, you may enter now La.."The windbag starts to say before you open the door yourself, smiling as you past him. He looks aghast at what he must see as an unbelievable display of boldness.

Closing the door behind you, you see Mr Joestar sitting by his window, the curtains drawn back to allow in natural light. The beaming smile on his face fades as he sees the bandage on your arm acompany the one on your knuckles.

"Anna, what happened to you?" He asks, sounding worried for your sake

You smile and touch you arm with the back of the worn, orange covered journal you borrowed from Mirra.

"Oh, had an accident while hunting, tripped and fell, just a small scrape" You say, lying through your teeth as the Patriarch of the Joestar family looks at you, his eyes filled with sorrow and worry.

"I can imagine how horrified your father must've been when you came home looking like that" He says, not knowing that your father hasn't seen you coming home like that and that your tongue was also bleeding not too long ago "I know if you were my daughter I'd be practically in tatters"

"Well, technically I'll be your daughter in all but name not too long from now" You say, stepping closer to him as Mr Joestar nods and smiles again, eyes lingering on your arm "How have you been feeling lately"

"About as well as the coming winter will allow me, not as awful as before, I think hearing of the engagement between you and Dio raised my spirts" He says, motioning with his arm to a chair across from him, with a coat you recognize as one of Dio's hanging from it "Come, sit down, you look like you could use a bit of rest"
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>>4529967
"Thank you" You say, bowing your head before walking over to take your seat "And while I'd like to think my engagement has been good for your health, it's more likely a change in diet from last year or you keeping warmer this year"

"But why not entertain a pleasant story, while you're ill" Mr Joestar asks as you sit down and set the old Journal on the ledge beneath the window "I take it that's the book you've been having trouble understanding"

"Well its more of a journal, a record an Italian man kept in his travels to Tibet and the sights he saw there, I borrowed it from my friend, Miss Barret" You explain as George grabs the book and opens it up, nodding as he quickly looks through a page "She's been translating it, but I figured you might know the Italian language better than she does so"

"You want this old man to check for inaccuracies then? Hm, no wonder you and Jojo have got along so well over the years, both of you have a curious mindset" He says happily as he looks through the first couple "It is expertly translated, though she could have used simpler words here, here...and here"

"Figured as much, Mirra lives oh so poetically" You say as Mr Joestar shakes his head

"Ah yes, that'd explain this little oddity, if she was the one translating this, I thought for a moment you may have meant her mother" George explains, running a hand over his mustache and chops "If its her writing than no doubt its more complicated than it needs to be, but I have to ask, why is she interested in this journal?"

"What do you mean, Mr Joestar?" You ask as George sets the book down

"I mean no offense to Mirra, but her interests rarely align with reality, or anything outside of fancy or fiction" George says politely clearly trying not to insult Mirra despite her being...Mirra "Yet this account is anything but, its a man's travels and records in a foreign country, I can't imagine why its caught her interest of all things"

What do you do?
[] Tell him exactly why it has, hamon and all
[] just say you don't know why, but its interesting to you
[] "Oh well later on in the journal, the Italian partake in some traditional Tibetian customs and religious rites, you see"
[] "She's translating it to present the finished work to Jojo for his birthday, actually"
[] write in
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>>4529982
>[] Tell him exactly why it has, hamon and all
A fantastical tale for sure, but one that could have merit given what Anna's seen.
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>>4529982
>[] "Oh well later on in the journal, the Italian partake in some traditional Tibetian customs and religious rites, you see"
I mean, this is basically the first option but more casual.
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>>4529982
>[] Tell him exactly why it has, hamon and all
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>>4529982
>[] "Oh well later on in the journal, the Italian partake in some traditional Tibetian customs and religious rites, you see"
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>>4529982
>[] Tell him exactly why it has, hamon and all
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>>4529982
>[] Tell him exactly why it has, hamon and all
No need to be evasive.
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>>4530004
>>4529994
>>4530444
>>4530700
Alright, telling him everything wins! Writing, sorry for the wait lads
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"Oh well that's simple actually, because the Italian encounters this sect of monks in his journey and writes of their belief in this force called Hamon" You explain as Mr Joestar smirks, realizing exactly why Mirra was interested in an old water logged journal

"So there was a reason for her to be interested in an otherwise mundane account, but please, do go on" George says, nodding, setting his hands on his lap, over the blanket he has wrapped around himself.

"They believe its a manifestation of life force, and when properly harness can rival the sun in power or mimic the sun's energy, Mirra was a little drunk when she explained it to me so I am not certain which it is exactly" You say as George nods along, clearly thinking the whole thing sounds utterly ridiculous but is listening and entertaining the thought of it out of gentlemanly manners.

"Unseemly, but understandable considering her temperament" Mr Joestar says with a frown "I am certain you ensured she was well taken care of at the time"

"Of course, wouldn't just leave her to pass out somewhere, she's my friend, but these monks claim, through a martial art called Sendo, they can harness this Hamon and nurture its power" You say as Mr Joestar tries his best to keep a straight face as you tell him the story behind the journal. Its true, it all sounds ridiculous, but you saw what Hamon or whatever it is can do when Mirra called out that angry ice ghost thing from inside of herself.

"Of course you wouldn't you don't let a father of a friend suffer, I would expect nothing less than you caring for her until she recovers from her drinking" George says looking out the window and closing his eyes "So this Sendo, what does it involve precisely, training of some kind? Of the body and mind? "


"Mostly breathing techniques from what Mirra told me, to be able to better harness the Hamon" You say as George tilts his head quizzically "Apparently they believe that controlling their breathing is what allows one to tap into Hamon, but also that it originates from their blood stream"

"Well, oxygen is carried by the blood to the various organs in the body, or so I've read" Mr Joestar says, glancing away from the sights outside of the window and to the book resting on the window's ledge "So maybe it does have some merit, but that look you're making tells me there's something ridiculous to follow"

"And the Italian describe trained masters being able to produce electricity with Hamon" You explain as George smiles and nods, you know he must be laughing inside though.

"Interesting, interesting, that certainly would interest a young lady like Mirra" He says, somehow keeping a straight face despite how silly what you're telling him must sound "but keep telling me about this, Ham-on, it sounds...interesting"
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>>4531346

"Well there's a belief among Sendo masters that, with enough focus, will and spirit, a man or woman who has mastered sendo and their hamon could" You say take a deep breath as Mr joestar turns away to cough in his hands "Summon an avatar of their psyche, a incarnation of their soul shaped by their personality, with incredible power"

"That...is certainly an fascinating belief" George says with a smile, his eyes glinting with amusement "No wonder a day dreamer like Mirra would be so fascinated by it, its simply to fantastical for her to ignore, and you're saying the Italian who wrote this journal saw all of this?"

"Apparently, but Mirra's writing is hard to understand at times, and I want to see what he actually said, Mirra has a different theory how this hamon things works, and I just want to see what the Italian actually said" You say as George nods

"Well I'll do my best to pen a readable translation, when I find the time, it shouldn't take me long" He says, grabbing the journal and reading through it "Besides, I do enjoy a good faiytale every now and again"

What do you do?
[] tell him that Mirra actually managed to manifest a stand
[] thank him and go bother Jojo and Dio
[]Leave and Ambush Dio when he's alone
[] (Burning blood) "Well unlike Mirra's other..."fantasies" this one is real, it damn near killed me! so please take it seriously Mr Joestar"
[] write in
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>>4531359
>[] thank him and go bother Jojo and Dio
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>>4531359
>tell him that Mirra actually managed to manifest a stand
If we speak with unwavering determination and conviction, showing that we 100% believe it, he might in some way believe us.
We saw it, honest! If he's at all a religious man, surely he can believe in the supernatural.
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>>4531359
>tell him that Mirra actually managed to manifest a stand
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>>4531359
>[] thank him and go bother Jojo and Dio
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>>4531388
>>4531367
>>4531365
>>4531402
Alright, combining these two
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"Well I wouldn't call it a fairytale, Mr Joestar" You say seriously, looking directly into Mr Joestar's eyes as they first narrow with confusion then widen with shock as he catches onto what you're saying.

"And why would you say that? I know you and Mirra are close, but you aren't anywhere near as prone to whimsy as she is, sure you enjoy a good story, but she believes what she says, every folk tale, every myth, every legend" Mr Joestar says, reaching for a pen kept by his side, he starts to cough and you nearly leap out of you chair to see if he's alright before he raises his hand with a weak smile "Fine, I'm fine, just the smoke, its only the smoke, but as I was saying"

He has tears in his eyes now, struggling to cheap from clutching at his chest

"As, I was saying" He repeats with a deep breath and exhausted look in his eyes, "You aren't the sort of woman to imagine dragons, or chase fairies, even with your wild temperament, you have always been grounded in what's real and what isn't"

"Which is why I'm telling you, you of all people, you, Jojo and Dio, know I don't lie or see things that aren't there. My eyes are sharp and trained" You say, clasping your hands together talking seriously and rigidly "So you know when I saw I saw a figure form of ice and mist in front of Mirra as she put herself into a trance"

"God above" George mutters, even with all his stoicism and gentlemanly manner he can't hide his shock "You're saying that that girl actually managed to...work magic of some kind"

"I know its hard to believe, but as you said I only see what's there, and I saw it, I felt the cold it brought, fiercer than any winter on the isles or anywhere else in the world" You say, leaning a little towards the Joestart patriarch as he sits flabbergaster

"That's, preposterous" He says moving a hand to his chin and closing his eyes "I've heard of mediums calling the dead, fortune tellers and charlatans, but to hear of actual magic from a reputable source, its unbelievable. I just..."

"I have no reason to lie, besides to entertain you I guess, and Mirra explained exactly how she did it, without Sendo" You say calmly, removing your hands from each other and then pressing your palms together "She's been using it as a method to remotely view people and things, as a method of pracitce"

George says nothing so you continue speaking.

"And I almost got frostbite when I touched the thing, the shock made me bite my tongue" You say, telling a little white lie so George doesn't think less of Mirra for her mistake, and stick out your tongue "See?"

"That's evidence of the existence of a soul" He mutters "that's, an incredible discovery, and Mirra uses it to wander without leaving her room"

"You know her, she is incredibly shy among people she doesn't know" You say with a shrug "and she described it several ways so that's another reason why I wanted you to translate the journal"
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>>4531457

"To find the truth of the matter, as such a thing would completely change how men view the world" Mr Joestar says, nodding and rubbing his chin "Well I already gave my word I'd translate the journal properly, but I'll do my best to do so with haste. This, if it is true, would be the discovery of the century, no millennium. Greater than steam power, greater than electricity or flight!"

"It is pretty amazing isn't it?" You say with a smile as you stand and bow slightly as you move to thank your leave "And thank you for doing this favor for me, It means a lot to me"

"Oh don't even mention it, you've been Jojo's closest friend for years outside of Dio, who you will be wed to shortly, it's the least I can do for all the kindness you've shown my family" He says with a warm smile, wincing as a cough tears through his throat

"Is there anything I can get you?" You ask as he shakes his head

"I'm fine, I'll have the butler fetch me a cup of tea, don't worry about an old man like me" He says weakly as you reluctantly leave, and find the butler still waiting outside the door. He gives you a dirty look and you stick your tongue at him petulantly before heading off to find Jojo and Dio.

Its rather easy to, mostly because all you have to do is barge into Jojo's study in the library. And there they are, gathered around his desk in the middle of a conversation.

You grin brightly as they turn to look at you.

"Oh, Anna, I wasn't expecting you to visit today" Jojo says happily before he sees the bandage on your arm. Dio practically rushes over when he notices

"Good god what happened to you?" Dio asks, sounding horrified as you keep smiling and he looks your arm up and down, hesitant to reach for it

What do you do?
[] make up a story to keep either of them from blaming Mirra
[] Tell them exactly what happened to you today
[] Ignore the question and ask what they're up to
[] "You've known me for how many years and you're surprised I got hurt while wandering around? That's adorable Dio"
[] write in
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>>4531461
>"It's just a scratch, Dio! No need to worry about it, I've almost forgotten it was even there."
>Ask what they're up to.
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>>4531461
>[] Tell them exactly what happened to you today
This is the start of our strange escapade, so to speak. An unusual expedition, if you're so inclined.
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>>4510889
well if its not tech it can be like a animal shaped like a face?
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