Advice from the Old Man
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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Jojo Pantheon? I don't know what to name this universe. What does everyone think of Dramaverse Pantheon? Still probably crack. Or something.
Summary: Joseph is about as useful as he was in SDC. (He'll be more awesome later on, assuming I ever get that far.)
Word Count: 600
Rating: Gen
Notes: I'd apologize for the Joseph butit's not like he's racist in canon or anything oh wait so it just kinda happened that he ended up looking down on humans instead of the Japanese. That being said, he's still rude to both Kakyoin and Jotaro and I do not approve.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Jojo Pantheon? I don't know what to name this universe. What does everyone think of Dramaverse Pantheon? Still probably crack. Or something.
Summary: Joseph is about as useful as he was in SDC. (He'll be more awesome later on, assuming I ever get that far.)
Word Count: 600
Rating: Gen
Notes: I'd apologize for the Joseph but
Death seems more dour than usual as they travel the landscape, which looks oddly like a jungle. There are the beginnings of ruins that look strangely familiar, like a fun English movie series Kakyoin remembers having seen once. And then out of nowhere, some humanoid-shaped individual wearing a hat tackles Death, and Kakyoin can hear bones crack.
“Get off, Old Man,” Jotaro growls, voice lower and more menacing than before, and Kakyoin examines the newcomer with new eyes.
This is the man of wisdom they’re going to see? He doesn’t exactly look the part.
“Finally, you come to see me on your own, Jotaro!” the man laughs.
“Actually, it’s ‘cause I need your advice,” he states flatly.
The god deflates briefly, but then smiles again. “Well, you’re accepting my wisdom; that’s good enough for me.” Green eyes turn toward Kakyoin. He blinks, shocked. “It’s a human. Jotaro’s associating with people. A human, even.” He then turns back to Death. “Hey, he’s not a replacement for the wife, is he? Do you just sometimes want to hang out with a human…?” Kakyoin clenches his fists. He doesn’t particularly like the way the old man says it, but he doesn’t want to get on the bad side of a kami, even if the god is being rude.
Jotaro straight out decks the Adventurer God. “Stop being so annoying. He saw me.”
Joseph waves a dismissive hand. “Most humans do when they’re dead. I’d think you’d be used to it by now.”
Jotaro grabs the man and shoves him against one of the trees. “Most don’t do that while they’re still alive,” he growls.
The old man is suddenly in Kakyoin’s face. “Wait, he what? You’re sure he’s alive?”
“As you said, I’ve been doing this a while. I think I’d recognize whether a human is alive or dead.” Jotaro’s voice sounds utterly done with the idiocy. “Yare yare daze.”
“I’ve never heard of that before. Has it happened—” he speaks excitedly.
“No.” The response is immediate and firm.
“Hmm. I don’t know. He doesn’t look like your average human, but I don’t really know.” He sighs. “I’ll ask around. And I could use Hermit Purple, as long as he doesn’t mind…”
“Don’t use it on Kakyoin. You’ll break him.” Jotaro hands over what looks like a phone, but from the awkward way he holds it he hasn’t actually used one.
The god calls purple thorns around his arm and breaks the phone. It’s not a power Kakyoin remembers from any of the mythology he’s read, but then, he doesn’t remember any of the gossip either. Joseph glances at the broken phone, then hands it back to Jotaro. “Does this look familiar at all?”
Jotaro glances and shakes his head, then hands it to Kakyoin, who sees a green humanoid with a mask. He shakes his head too, even though there’s a vague familiarity to it. “I’ve never seen this before, but I will keep my eyes out.” He hands it back.
Joseph nods, expression more serious. “I don’t have any ideas just yet, but I suppose that can be my next adventure.” He reaches out and squeezes Kakyoin’s shoulder. It hurts a little, but he’s using less than his full strength this time. “I’ll let you or Jojo know when I find anything. You take care.”
And Jotaro turns around and starts leaving, pulling Kakyoin along by his arm. “Thank you, Joseph-san!” he yells over his shoulder, getting a huff from Jotaro.
“It’s Joestar!” Joseph yells, and that’s not a name Kakyoin knows either, but saying Joestar-san sounds more appropriate anyway.
“Get off, Old Man,” Jotaro growls, voice lower and more menacing than before, and Kakyoin examines the newcomer with new eyes.
This is the man of wisdom they’re going to see? He doesn’t exactly look the part.
“Finally, you come to see me on your own, Jotaro!” the man laughs.
“Actually, it’s ‘cause I need your advice,” he states flatly.
The god deflates briefly, but then smiles again. “Well, you’re accepting my wisdom; that’s good enough for me.” Green eyes turn toward Kakyoin. He blinks, shocked. “It’s a human. Jotaro’s associating with people. A human, even.” He then turns back to Death. “Hey, he’s not a replacement for the wife, is he? Do you just sometimes want to hang out with a human…?” Kakyoin clenches his fists. He doesn’t particularly like the way the old man says it, but he doesn’t want to get on the bad side of a kami, even if the god is being rude.
Jotaro straight out decks the Adventurer God. “Stop being so annoying. He saw me.”
Joseph waves a dismissive hand. “Most humans do when they’re dead. I’d think you’d be used to it by now.”
Jotaro grabs the man and shoves him against one of the trees. “Most don’t do that while they’re still alive,” he growls.
The old man is suddenly in Kakyoin’s face. “Wait, he what? You’re sure he’s alive?”
“As you said, I’ve been doing this a while. I think I’d recognize whether a human is alive or dead.” Jotaro’s voice sounds utterly done with the idiocy. “Yare yare daze.”
“I’ve never heard of that before. Has it happened—” he speaks excitedly.
“No.” The response is immediate and firm.
“Hmm. I don’t know. He doesn’t look like your average human, but I don’t really know.” He sighs. “I’ll ask around. And I could use Hermit Purple, as long as he doesn’t mind…”
“Don’t use it on Kakyoin. You’ll break him.” Jotaro hands over what looks like a phone, but from the awkward way he holds it he hasn’t actually used one.
The god calls purple thorns around his arm and breaks the phone. It’s not a power Kakyoin remembers from any of the mythology he’s read, but then, he doesn’t remember any of the gossip either. Joseph glances at the broken phone, then hands it back to Jotaro. “Does this look familiar at all?”
Jotaro glances and shakes his head, then hands it to Kakyoin, who sees a green humanoid with a mask. He shakes his head too, even though there’s a vague familiarity to it. “I’ve never seen this before, but I will keep my eyes out.” He hands it back.
Joseph nods, expression more serious. “I don’t have any ideas just yet, but I suppose that can be my next adventure.” He reaches out and squeezes Kakyoin’s shoulder. It hurts a little, but he’s using less than his full strength this time. “I’ll let you or Jojo know when I find anything. You take care.”
And Jotaro turns around and starts leaving, pulling Kakyoin along by his arm. “Thank you, Joseph-san!” he yells over his shoulder, getting a huff from Jotaro.
“It’s Joestar!” Joseph yells, and that’s not a name Kakyoin knows either, but saying Joestar-san sounds more appropriate anyway.
