Nothing’s Gonna Stop Me
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madimpossibledreamerObviously I’ve messed with the ages here; Polnareff is a year older and Anne is a year younger than Jotaro. Jotaro’s personality entirely fits in with the general Persona Star Arcana ‘hopeful but a little closed off’ trend. As does Polnareff’s ‘physical skill, brash, and highly focused on a goal’ Chariot Arcana description. I don’t know why I’m kind of leaning Temperance Arcana for Anne but as I’m not getting too far into the Personas it doesn’t really matter. Avdol/Abdul and Joseph show up instead of Maya and Yukino later on.
Slightly nervous but also excited about getting to post for an actual event for once.
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure (Persona 2 fusion/AU)
written for International Fanworks Day 2026
Chapter Summary: Jotaro wasn't sure what he was expecting when he showed up to deal with a potential hostage situation (like that kind of thing was his responsibility in the first place; he only went along with it because otherwise he'd get nagged into going and it'd be even more of a pain) but he definitely wasn't expecting such a bizarre turn of events.
Word Count: 1032
Rating: Teen
“I don’t understand, mon ami,” Polnareff announces, as if it’s some big secret.
Jotaro briefly considers saying something about how that’s not a surprise, given the man’s reactions to everything thus far, but it’d be a waste of time. Polnareff would just offended and not think anything more through than he already has. Instead, he just grabs his cap and agrees quietly. “I don’t either.”
Though he’s starting to think Joker had been right. He’s missing something. He doesn’t accept responsibility for the accusation, because it seems out of character, even if he doesn’t have the memories to be sure. But Polnareff and Anne and even Joker seem familiar, like he knows them. Admittedly some of the ease might come from the fact that both of them are even more foreign than he is, as international students, and therefore not likely to treat him like a particularly interesting exhibit at the zoo, and even the open hostility from the Joker was about something a whole lot less petty than him being popular (yare yare, like he’d done that shit on purpose; it’s just something that happened to him).
And then, shockingly, Polnareff actually makes a good point. “If rumors are coming true, then maybe that’s related?”
“The Shiraishi woman did seem pretty convinced that she had always been a spy…” Jotaro muses, and flinches back a little reflexively when Polnareff gags. It’s barely not theatrical enough to actually be real.
“Please don’t mention it…” He does actually look a little green.
“I did offer to eat it instead,” Jotaro points out. Sure, it would have been disgusting, but at least banana char siu ramen is disgusting on purpose, unlike with all the restaurants that talked big and served shit.
Polnareff reels back, clutching his heart, and Jotaro preemptively prepares himself. “How could you say such a thing? It was my idea, so it’s my responsibility!”
Anne rejoins them with a boba tea, rolling her eyes like Jotaro’s tempted to do. She’s about to set him off further. “I’m surprised you know what ‘chivalry’ is.”
Jotaro reflexively stops listening to both of them in self-defense before he can hear more than Polnareff complaining about how he’s a year older and that should command some respect. There’s a lot to think about, anyway. The entire concept of Personas is so stupid Jotaro doesn’t know where to begin, but it’s not like he can argue with empirical evidence, either. As is the actual existence of demons. Yare yare daze, it’s like something out of Shounen Jump, or maybe the old man’s ridiculous stories. He glances at his hands. Fighting other students that jump him is common enough now to mess them up, not that he complains to his mother, who fusses enough as it is. He’s made it clear enough that he doesn’t want to get bothered, and by now he’s gotten a reputation, so if they keep going they have no one to blame but themselves. The issue is whether brass knuckles, an epee, and a knife (even if that knife supposedly has a demonic history itself) are enough to fight demons of all things. Their Personas probably, but it looks like only Polnareff has any practice using it, no matter what an even stranger old man wearing a butterfly mask would suggest.
And there’s still the matter of Joker. Polnareff’s probably right that their memories have been altered by whatever’s causing the rumors to warp reality and it’s useless to keep thinking about it, but Jotaro can’t help it. Little nagging details like that always bother the shit out of him. It’s probably equally as useless to make any guesses about Joker’s identity, given that it’s hidden behind a goofy hat and mask and probably magic, but Jotaro can’t help it. For some reason he can’t get the idea out of his mind of another Kasugayama High student like Polnareff, with dyed pink hair like a delinquent (like that’d be shocking given the other school’s reputation or like Jotaro of all people would be bothered by delinquent behavior) and a cool, poised demeanor and a bunch of neat facts that show the other teenager is well read, coupled with a sarcastic sense of humor that’s just Jotaro’s type. It’s things like this that make Jotaro not dismiss the fact that they at least know each other like Polnareff did—the idea that he can predict what the others are like or what they’d do in response to a situation isn’t something to be easily set aside. Not for him.
It’s only the elbow to his side that alerts him to the fact that they’ve paused their eternal argument for the moment—that, or Polnareff actually thinks Jotaro will even consider getting involved. “Well, what next?”
It doesn’t take long for Jotaro to identify something else bizarre that has happened recently. “The asshole of a principal. He sounded like he knew about Joker and that he was going to attack soon.”
“You shouldn’t say that. He’s a perfectly terrible principal, and that’s why we all love him.” Anne didn’t even hesitate to correct him, and the especially disturbing sentiment sits for a long moment of silence before she adds, trying not to show how uneasy she is, “To Sevens, then.”
“And he might have made use of the Joker Game for his own gain, too,” Jotaro adds. He can’t think of another reason for any of that fawning to be happening.
“At least as Lord of Cuss High, I don’t let things like that happen,” Polnareff boasts, leaving Jotaro to only belatedly realize he’s probably not saying the full name because he can’t pronounce it. It does also devolve into yet another argument, something about Polnareff having chosen the title and it being a little high and mighty of him, but Jotaro only bothers to start listening again when it transitions to a debate about transportation and who deserves to ride Jotaro’s motorcycle. Yare yare daze, he hadn’t bothered to get a sidecar for a reason, though if anyone belongs in there it’s Polnareff. Under the circumstances he’d be willing to shove them both in there if it’d give him some peace and quiet.
Slightly nervous but also excited about getting to post for an actual event for once.
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure (Persona 2 fusion/AU)
written for International Fanworks Day 2026
Chapter Summary: Jotaro wasn't sure what he was expecting when he showed up to deal with a potential hostage situation (like that kind of thing was his responsibility in the first place; he only went along with it because otherwise he'd get nagged into going and it'd be even more of a pain) but he definitely wasn't expecting such a bizarre turn of events.
Word Count: 1032
Rating: Teen
“I don’t understand, mon ami,” Polnareff announces, as if it’s some big secret.
Jotaro briefly considers saying something about how that’s not a surprise, given the man’s reactions to everything thus far, but it’d be a waste of time. Polnareff would just offended and not think anything more through than he already has. Instead, he just grabs his cap and agrees quietly. “I don’t either.”
Though he’s starting to think Joker had been right. He’s missing something. He doesn’t accept responsibility for the accusation, because it seems out of character, even if he doesn’t have the memories to be sure. But Polnareff and Anne and even Joker seem familiar, like he knows them. Admittedly some of the ease might come from the fact that both of them are even more foreign than he is, as international students, and therefore not likely to treat him like a particularly interesting exhibit at the zoo, and even the open hostility from the Joker was about something a whole lot less petty than him being popular (yare yare, like he’d done that shit on purpose; it’s just something that happened to him).
And then, shockingly, Polnareff actually makes a good point. “If rumors are coming true, then maybe that’s related?”
“The Shiraishi woman did seem pretty convinced that she had always been a spy…” Jotaro muses, and flinches back a little reflexively when Polnareff gags. It’s barely not theatrical enough to actually be real.
“Please don’t mention it…” He does actually look a little green.
“I did offer to eat it instead,” Jotaro points out. Sure, it would have been disgusting, but at least banana char siu ramen is disgusting on purpose, unlike with all the restaurants that talked big and served shit.
Polnareff reels back, clutching his heart, and Jotaro preemptively prepares himself. “How could you say such a thing? It was my idea, so it’s my responsibility!”
Anne rejoins them with a boba tea, rolling her eyes like Jotaro’s tempted to do. She’s about to set him off further. “I’m surprised you know what ‘chivalry’ is.”
Jotaro reflexively stops listening to both of them in self-defense before he can hear more than Polnareff complaining about how he’s a year older and that should command some respect. There’s a lot to think about, anyway. The entire concept of Personas is so stupid Jotaro doesn’t know where to begin, but it’s not like he can argue with empirical evidence, either. As is the actual existence of demons. Yare yare daze, it’s like something out of Shounen Jump, or maybe the old man’s ridiculous stories. He glances at his hands. Fighting other students that jump him is common enough now to mess them up, not that he complains to his mother, who fusses enough as it is. He’s made it clear enough that he doesn’t want to get bothered, and by now he’s gotten a reputation, so if they keep going they have no one to blame but themselves. The issue is whether brass knuckles, an epee, and a knife (even if that knife supposedly has a demonic history itself) are enough to fight demons of all things. Their Personas probably, but it looks like only Polnareff has any practice using it, no matter what an even stranger old man wearing a butterfly mask would suggest.
And there’s still the matter of Joker. Polnareff’s probably right that their memories have been altered by whatever’s causing the rumors to warp reality and it’s useless to keep thinking about it, but Jotaro can’t help it. Little nagging details like that always bother the shit out of him. It’s probably equally as useless to make any guesses about Joker’s identity, given that it’s hidden behind a goofy hat and mask and probably magic, but Jotaro can’t help it. For some reason he can’t get the idea out of his mind of another Kasugayama High student like Polnareff, with dyed pink hair like a delinquent (like that’d be shocking given the other school’s reputation or like Jotaro of all people would be bothered by delinquent behavior) and a cool, poised demeanor and a bunch of neat facts that show the other teenager is well read, coupled with a sarcastic sense of humor that’s just Jotaro’s type. It’s things like this that make Jotaro not dismiss the fact that they at least know each other like Polnareff did—the idea that he can predict what the others are like or what they’d do in response to a situation isn’t something to be easily set aside. Not for him.
It’s only the elbow to his side that alerts him to the fact that they’ve paused their eternal argument for the moment—that, or Polnareff actually thinks Jotaro will even consider getting involved. “Well, what next?”
It doesn’t take long for Jotaro to identify something else bizarre that has happened recently. “The asshole of a principal. He sounded like he knew about Joker and that he was going to attack soon.”
“You shouldn’t say that. He’s a perfectly terrible principal, and that’s why we all love him.” Anne didn’t even hesitate to correct him, and the especially disturbing sentiment sits for a long moment of silence before she adds, trying not to show how uneasy she is, “To Sevens, then.”
“And he might have made use of the Joker Game for his own gain, too,” Jotaro adds. He can’t think of another reason for any of that fawning to be happening.
“At least as Lord of Cuss High, I don’t let things like that happen,” Polnareff boasts, leaving Jotaro to only belatedly realize he’s probably not saying the full name because he can’t pronounce it. It does also devolve into yet another argument, something about Polnareff having chosen the title and it being a little high and mighty of him, but Jotaro only bothers to start listening again when it transitions to a debate about transportation and who deserves to ride Jotaro’s motorcycle. Yare yare daze, he hadn’t bothered to get a sidecar for a reason, though if anyone belongs in there it’s Polnareff. Under the circumstances he’d be willing to shove them both in there if it’d give him some peace and quiet.
