How do you feel? How do you feel!? What you're feeling right now is the unbearable throbbing in your head being swiftly overwhelmed and completely subsumed by a white hot wave of rage that seemingly envelops your whole body and soul.
You remember now. What that god damn worm in your brain had been making so dull. The world outside of Lord- outside of DIO. After you had saved up a decent chunk of change for your long-awaited university enrollment, you'd unexpectedly received a scholarship to the prestigious Sapienza University of Rome. In celebration of this fantastic news and financial windfall, you'd decided to take your first trip outside of Italy, using some of the money you wouldn't need for university.
Your trip had intended to cross each bastion of the ancient world (your particular field of study, and what earned you your scholarship), from Rome to Timbuktu, then Gondar, then Cairo, then Jerusalem, then Perseopolis, then Madurai. Next, you intended to circle back West and visit Constantinople and Athens before returning home. Taking the course of about three weeks and costing about two and a half million Lira, the trip was meant to be a joyous celebration of you finally dragging your way out of the muck and into a happier life going forward.
Instead, it didn't make it any further than Cairo. Because of him. During your couple of nights in Cairo, you'd met another Stand-user, a Singaporean tourist about your age named Son. At the time, both of you had been unaware that anyone else possessed Stand abilities, and had recklessly accidentally revealed yours to one another. Of course, you couldn't have imagined that you two were far from the only Stand-users in the Old City, nor that safety in numbers was nothing but a pipe dream.
As you'd been enjoying the new company (you hated to admit it, but just knowing that Son could relate to having a hidden power like yours made him immediately fascinating), a force like none other in the whole world lowered its suffocating weight down upon you.
The first harbinger of it was the birds. Two of them hovered above you, a falcon that stared down with a glare that chilled your blood and a parrot that simply idly observed from a greater distance. Neither of you knew exactly why the two birds were so unnerving, but you didn't have long to consider it.
Something terrible emerged from the shadows, something that seemed even blacker than the darkness it had emerged from. His face was the image of perfect beauty. His voice turned your bones to jelly.
"Are you afraid?"
Neither of you could answer DIO's question. You'd gotten to know Son as someone who was brash and nearly idiotically confident, but you could see even his breath was hitched in his throat, unable to deny the implied accusation.
"I believe all humans are afraid," he purred seductively. By then, Due had appeared in front of you, none of her sisters even able to step out from your shadow. Even Due, the most apathetic piece of your soul, trembled with terror.
"In your fear, you seek protection. Will you pray to God? Strengthen your body? Bunch up with other humans? Build weapons?"
With each word, he stepped closer, the click of his shoes on stone tile like gunshots, as even the air seemed too afraid to tremble.
"God abandons you. Your body fails you. Humans betray you. Your weapons are turned against you. For humans, there is no true escape for fear… but you may be an exception."
His voice was paralyzing. His gaze was heart-stopping. But he turned it to Son first, stepping closer to him until he stared him down from a body that seemed impossibly tall, taller than the buildings, taller than the sky. Your sweat ran so thickly down your face that you could taste it in your mouth.
He's the Devil, you thought hopelessly, the Devil himself is right in front of us.
Son, too, trembled in horror, although you could see the vicious claws of his Stand begin to slowly emerge from his shivering hand. You knew, more deeply than you'd known anything ever before, that if Son dared direct one iota of hostility toward this man, if he bared his claws against the Devil himself, he would die between the space of two heartbeats.
"You are special. You have been chosen. You do not need to be afraid any longer. You… can put your faith in DIO."
DIO reached out his hand, so perfectly still and steady in contrast to your helpless trembling that you knew without a doubt that nothing in all the world could trouble this man, and slowly drew one finger in toward Son's head. In your own mind, you visualized a thousand scenarios, all of them ending with Son fighting back and being splattered like a rat under a tire across this entire street.
In the end, it was Uno who worked up the courage before you. She dashed forth from your body, laying a hand on Son as Due dived in the other direction, grabbing a civilian who stood nearby, paralyzed by the mere proximity of the being that he'd had the misfortune of walking by. In a flash, the two were swapped, Son having escaped perhaps 10 meters away into the street. Finally, spurred to action by your own Stand, you turned to Son and screamed.
"RUN! JUST RUN AWAY!"
You knew for a fact he wanted to fight, but you could see in his eyes that his will to resist was near as broken as yours. He turned, and using the power of his Stand, blasted himself away. You watched the two birds follow him, but had no time to consider it for long, nor to think of any other plan of escape or resistance for yourself. DIO's cold, smooth hand already rested gently on your shoulder.
"It's alright, Marta Scamorza. I will forgive you."
With those reassuring words, and the beautiful gift he was generous enough to give you snaking into your skull, you felt all your fear wash away like water…
"I'll tell you how I feel," you growl, clenching your teeth hard enough to make your concussed skull throb, gripping the side of the boat and dragging yourself to your feet.
"I'm livid. That DIO… that monster… that devil… he invaded my mind. He stole away my will. It's his fault those civilians are dead. It's his fault that you people got hurt, and that I got hurt. It's his fault that Due and Quattro are…"
You trail off, your eyes blurring with tears of rage and grief alike.
"DIO thinks you three are a threat to him. I suppose that includes you too now, Kakyoin. And if you allow it," you say, finally making eye contact with Joseph Joestar, your voice breaking up with anger. "I swear to God that I'll be a fucking threat to him too. That monster needs to be put down."
You maintain direct eye contact with Joseph for a few moments, but soon your vision blurs and you swoon and fall to your ass.
When your eyes refocus, you can see that Joseph is grinning, arms crossed below the great red bloodstain on his shirt. "Well? Sounds like a good enough declaration for me! Any objections?"
Everyone's silent for a moment- it makes sense, you have the same goal as these people- but that doesn't last long.
"Apologize," Jotaro grunts almost under his breath from the other side of the little boat.You almost cough in surprise as everyone in the boat turns to him. You feel all your momentum drain in an instant.
"Eh, J-Jotaro," Joseph starts, "I don't think she-"
"You stabbed the old man and almost cut his neck out. Apologize."
You blink and start to stutter. "H-hey, listen, I know that, but I couldn't control what I was doing, it was-" Your retort stops dead in the face of Jotaro's steely stare.
"You did it, so say sorry. I won't forgive you otherwise."
"Now Jotaro," Avdol begins to complain, "I'm sure that she-"
"Sorry! I'm sorry. To you, Joestar, for trying to cut out your neck, and to you for hurting your ankles, Jotaro. Can you still walk right now, by the way? And also, I apologize to all of you as a group for trying to kill you. Obviously I blame DIO for this, but I still feel terrible. Please. Let me help. Let me just get one hit on that bastard, that'll be enough."
Jotaro lowers his hat so you can't see his eyes and grunts in a remotely affirmative way. "Alright, I forgive you. Let's kick DIO's ass together."
You let out a deep sign of relief. You're shocked that Jotaro's harsh words had so utterly smashed your vibe, and it worries you that if he can do it, DIO probably can to. You promise yourself to try to strengthen yourself mentally in preparation for meeting him again.
"Well, with that matter settled," Avdol says, obviously relieved, "I have other good news for you. You seemed to be worried that those parts of your Stand that Jotaro blew to pieces are dead for good. However, I am an expert in Stands, and in all my experience with them, never have I known a Stand to die before its user. Here, summon one of them now."
Your eyes go wide enough to hurt at his words. During the fight, you'd been overwhelmed enough by adrenaline to not consider it, but since then, you'd almost accepted the fact that Due and Quattro were actually dead. With a thought, you summon Quattro, who lays unmoving in the boat. The entire right side of her body is smashed from hip to shoulder, and her right arm is barely attached. She seems just the same as when you last saw her, and equally as insensate and unresponsive. Uno appears unbidden and kneels quietly by her side.
"No… she's really… just dead. Due too… I can't beli-"
"No, she's getting better." Again, Jotaro interrupts you. "There's more of her there than after I punched her."
You turn towards him in surprise. "What do you mean? She's just the same!"
"No, she's growing back, I'm sure of it."
"Don't underestimate Jotaro's eyes," Joseph says with pride. "If it weren't for them, we'd probably still be helplessly waiting back in Japan right now."
You stare down at Quattro, not sure what to believe. Quietly, Kakyoin puts a hand on your shoulder. "I can only imagine how you must feel. But put your faith in Avdol's wisdom and Jotaro's judgement. I have not yet seen them fail."
You sigh, trying to take his advice (and ignore the fact that he couldn't possibly have known those people for more than a week), and do feel yourself a bit comforted.
"Ah, speaking of good news," Kakyoin says as his Hierophant returns to him after being unravelled to its full length, "our saviors have arrived, and judging from the markings on the ship, we'll be taking a trip to Hong Kong."
Over the course of the voyage to Hong Kong, you get to know your new allies a bit better. You introduce yourself as Marta Scamorza, and each of your three still-motile Flashdances introduce themselves as well. You officially meet Jotaro's Star Platinum, and Tre even shakes its massive hand, in spite of what it did to her sisters. You're also introduced to Joseph's Hermit Purple, the Stand you saw the least of in the previous battle.
Avdol assures you that Stand-users like you are unusually resilient and that your injuries will likely recover a few days- speaking of time, the goal of these four crusaders is to eliminate DIO before his very existence strangles the life of Joestar's daughter and Jotaro's mother, Holly, who's estimated to have about 39 days left to live.
You learn that Joseph Joestar is actually exceptionally wealthy, and that as long as you aren't making pointlessly wasteful purchases, all five of you can consider yourselves to have blank checks during the trip for whatever you need.
Having gotten aquatinted, at last you arrive in Hong Kong. You plan to convene in a particular restaurant, but agree it may be wise to do a bit of scouting for enemies beforehand- plus, despite the dire circumstances, it's tempting to do a bit of tourism in this legendary city of commerce and colonialism. However, due to your injuries, it's obvious that you'll need to move with a buddy if you do go out scouting.
[] Go out scouting for enemies and maybe enjoy the city a bit in the meantime- Avdol even tells you spiritual healing may get Due and Quattro on their feet a little sooner.
- [] Bring Joseph with you.
- [] Bring Jotaro with you.
- [] Bring Kakyoin with you.
- [] Bring Avdol with you.
[] Scouting is both risky and probably a waste of time- we're in a rush, let's just head to the restaurant, eat a good meal, discuss our plans, and then figure out how we'll move forward.
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