Jotaro Kujo Joestar *BlazingFistsGalactoseBestiarusz*
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Jotaro’s breathing hitches. He hands Helena the platter he was holding. “Go stand with Noloty”. He takes a deep breathe. He doesn’t move his body for a moment, but the rage radiating off him instantly drops the room temperature by ten degrees.
Dio chuckles, a low, satisfied sound. “Ah, there it is. The animal beneath the high school boy façade. You want to strike me, don’t you? You want to turn this room into a bloody whirlwind. But you won’t. You’re too much of a good little soldier to disappoint your organizers, aren’t you? Too afraid of the cleaning bill.”
Jotaro slowly leans forward, his gaze fixed entirely on the polished table. He reaches up, his fingers gripping the rim of his signature cap, and pulls the brim down, obscuring his eyes in shadow.
The movement is heavy, loaded with menace.
“She said not to mess up the place,” Jotaro’s voice is a low rumble, devoid of inflection—the sound of a closing tomb.
He lifts his head, and the single eye visible beneath the cap’s shadow is burning with concentrated, blinding fury. Dio merely sneers, ready for the inevitable, restrained attack.
Then, Jotaro’s lips curl into a cold, predatory smirk—a look of calculated, terrifying ingenuity.
“She didn’t say I couldn’t pummel you outside.”
Jotaro summons Star Platinum in a flash of purple energy. Your Stand does not strike anything at the bar or the table; its immense, muscular hand shoots forward, grabbing Dio by the collar of his coat with bone-crushing force. With a massive rip that tears the fine fabric, Star Platinum drags Dio out of his chair and slams him toward the nearest exit door—a solid portal leading to the hotel’s the rear corridor eventual snake-filled courtyard. His intimidating prasence makes the snakes quickly slither away.
Dio’s shock of being physically manhandled, combined with the sudden, overwhelming power of Star Platinum, is jarring. He recovers quickly, yelling profanities a Jotaro, fueled by immortal ego and rage at this humiliation of being dragged unceremoniously through the dark floors of the courtyard.
The air hung thick and still, a cloying midnight perfume of damp earth and forgotten things. Cobblestones, slick with an unseen dew, offered little purchase as Jotaro, a titan of fury, landed another bone-jarring blow. Dio, his usually impeccably tailored suit now a ripped testament to the brawl, let out a choked, guttural cry that was more animal than man.
“ORAORAORAORA!” The relentless barrage of Star Platinum’s fists hammered into Dio’s already bruised and battered form. Each punch was a detonation, a symphony of impact that echoed off the shadowed walls of the deserted courtyard. Dio’s screams, at first defiant, had devolved into pathetic, pain-filled yelps, punctuated by ragged gasps for air.
He’d tried to summon his own strength, to weave his vampiric abilities into a defense, but Jotaro’s sheer, unadulterated rage was a force of nature. A searing pain shot through Dio’s side as Star Platinum’s knuckles met his ribs with a sickening crack. He crumpled, a pathetic heap of broken pride and agony on the cold stone. “G-gah! Stop… you brute!” he wheezed, his voice a strained rasp.
Jotaro’s eyes, blazing with a cold, hard fury, bore into Dio’s. There was no mercy in them, only the grim satisfaction of a hunter cornering its prey. He grabbed Dio by the tattered lapels, hauling him upright with a grunt. Dio’s legs, like overcooked noodles, threatened to buckle. He whimpered, a thin, reedy sound that belied his former arrogance.
“You thought you could escape after looking at Helena with your lewd eyes,” Jotaro growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated with contained power. “You thought you would walk away from my rage.” Another punch, this one to Dio’s jaw, sent his head snapping back with a sickening thud. Dio’s teeth rattled, and a fresh wave of agony washed over him, his mouth filling with the coppery taste of blood.
“Nngh…! Please…! I… I can’t…” Dio’s pleas were a desperate, pathetic dance. He tried to push Jotaro away, his vampiric strength a mere whisper against the onslaught. His hands, usually so graceful, scrabbled at Jotaro’s jacket, seeking any purchase, any respite.
Jotaro stepped back, letting Dio sag once more. The vampiric villain coughed, a violent, wracking sound, and spat a glob of crimson onto the already stained cobblestones. His body was a symphony of pain, every movement a fresh torment. He curled in on himself, trying to shield his vital organs from the inevitable next assault. “Ahhh…! It burns…! My bones…!” he cried out, his voice cracking with a primal fear.
The moonlight, filtering through the oppressive darkness, cast long, distorted shadows, making the scene feel even more nightmarish. Dio, the immortal, the proud, was reduced to a whimpering, broken figure, his every breath a testament to the raw, unyielding power of Jotaro and the relentless fury of Star Platinum. The courtyard held its breath, witnessing the brutal, visceral thrashing of a god brought low.
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*Jotaro looks down at Helena holding the smoked lamb skewer platter he was eyeing. He opens his mouth as she puts the midnight truffle rissoto bite in his mouth and takes the platter from her.* Fine! If he so much as looks at you in a way I find offensive. I’m taking him outside and feeding him to the snakes. *Follows Helena while still taking in everything about the labyrinthine depths of the pub.* Clearly Lilith enjoyed decorating this.
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*Eyeing the smoked lamb skewers as he entered the strange pub. Curiously looking around.* Why does this look like a place Dio would show up at? *sees Dio sitting nearby having a drinks…. facepalms* Yare yare daze! @lorddio
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*After being away for a while, Jotaro arrives with Josuke at Edo International Terminal after flying on the Silver Soul Airlines. He then looks at Josuke with disdain.* Yare Yare Daze, so you thought it would be interesting to dress like me. I should rearrange your face for you! @crazydiamond
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*Jotaro stops into the diner. He was going to have his traditional burger, fries and coke but he was curious about the birria tacos. Especially since the name birria meant something without value or quality.* Odd? But this place makes amazing food. *He wondered if it was some kind of joke. He ordered one but opted for the beef birria and a coke. He sat down to try it and to his surprise it was rather tasty.* Was Lady Noloty trolling us? *He chuckles a bit as he enjoyed his tacos.*
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Good grief! How many times do I have to wear this Christmas hat?
Anyway! Looking forward to 2020 with all of you!
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*Kicks Dio away* Yare yare daze! Happy Birthday!
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// Good Dio @lorddio can’t get in!
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They say that friends are the family you choose. I’m so glad to get to spend some time with my chosen fun and sugar loving family this holiday season.
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*He get up from his seat* We’re here right! Let’s enjoy ourselves! The drink taste good and the night is young. Besides, we can keep sis Jovelle out of trouble.
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*Sighs* Good grief! She can’t even wait for me. Sis! I’m comin’ in too. I have to get Lady Helena some roses.
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*Jotaro ran straight towards the tarantula type creature, before it could spit anything out, he stopped time.* This should do it. *He grabbed Josuke and Jovelle and put them where they would be able to run from behind the creature. Then as time ran out he got in front of the creature, moved away from it’s spit and then pummeled it to death. He then runs behind Josuke and Jovelle as they head up the pathway that leads out of the borderlands.* Keep running. There’s nothing else behind us!
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Tch! Gimmie a damn break! We arrived here with all of ours in tact. So what are you talking about now? *he pulls his hat.* I’m going out there, beating the shit outta that tarantula! And we are outta here! *he jumps out the window.*
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Alright! Let’s try the other side of this building then. If we just want to avoid the damn thing but we can squash it too. Besides, whatever acid that thing has if it gets me, Josuke can fix me up.
