If my story had to start somewhere it would be in my bedroom, it was quite a small affair there...
Birdhouse In Your Soul [JJBA]
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If my story had to start somewhere it would be in my bedroom, it was quite a small affair there was a bed, tv and computer so it could be considered spartan by modern standards I guess, I was dressed in pajamas in my bed about to go to sleep, having read a few more chapters of a Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court in order to relax when all of a sudden I was somewhere else.
I was standing on the ledge of a rooftop, it was daytime for starters and in the distance I could see a lot of sand, but this wasn't what had immediately caught my attention, it was a voice coming from behind me.
"Sometimes you just need a little push." and with a hard shove to my back I was sent falling head over heels to the ground, 7 floors below.
I was panicking, the ground was approaching quickly and I had nothing to slow my fall, all I could do was brace for the impact, curse whatever had brought me here as well as whoever pushed me.
Enya was elated, after all she had found them, the arrows that would elevate man to the level of the gods, of course she had used one on herself and gained [Justice], the young man with pink hair she had bought them from had elected to keep one for himself, but that didn't matter she still had five all to herself kept safe within her satchel bag as she walked back to the inn.
But she was so elated she that she didn't notice one of the arrows slowly cutting a hole through her bag, the bag now cut open had released one of its precious arrows and by bizarre coincidence had tumbled and landed with its head pointing straight up to the heavens, the base stuck inside a crack between two pieces of concrete.
She noticed immediately and was about to bend over to pick it up when she heard a scream, looking up she saw a man plummeting towards the ground straight towards the arrow.
Quickly moving out of the way she watched as the man hit the ground with a wet sounding thud, the arrow piercing him straight through the chest.
Looking around Enya realised that the only people on this street were her and the man who had fallen, she quickly set up an illusion to give them privacy.
"Had a little trip did you dear?" the unfortunate individual did not respond just lay there unable to speak coughing up bits of blood.
This person had fallen on the arrow, she had to finish him before he developed a [Stand], the time wasn't right for their proliferation, how inconvenient.
It hurt, I couldn't breath, I couldn't think, I didn't want to die here, I couldn't die here, not yet it was too soon.
The landing had injured me greatly I was unable move my legs and a sharper kind of pain was taking hold of my upper chest, I coughed and a dollop of blood came out of my mouth and landed on my face.
In my fading peripheral vision I could see a short old women speaking to me and an arrow head pointing straight up out of my body, having punctured clean through my torso.
The old lady was speaking to me, though I couldn't understand the language she was speaking, was she going to help? I certainly hoped so.
My hopes were soon dashed when she tore the arrow out of me, the wound gushing blood with renewed vigor, didn't she know you weren't supposed to remove objects from a stab wound?
I closed my eyes, I still didn't want to die but what choice did I have here? I was so tired and perhaps I would feel better after a rest, yeah I'll go to sleep and when I wake up everything will be fine.
This nice heat going to through my body eased the pain as it went and I felt like everything was going to be okay.
Then a pair of scissors stabbed me in the throat.
At least the pain was gone.
It was strange, you don't notice all the different aspects of being alive until they're gone, things like hearing your own heartbeat, the blood rushing through your ears, you don't realize they are there until it's gone.
It was dark and wet and then well, at least wasn't dark anymore. Something had evidently been lying on top of me and now it was moving away, how did I not notice the weight?
I saw the old lady and another person whose back was turned to me who looked to be wearing a set of pyjamas, strange attire to be wearing around, then I realized who that person was.
"Well that's one problem solved." the old lady stated, she began walking away and what I was following her.
That was certainly me, or at least my body but if that was me then who was I? I just sat there in a puddle of my own blood losing track of time, stunned in my own consciousness.
What do I do now? I wanted to move, I couldn't stay here forever I would quickly go mad it was at that moment that something picked me up.
It was a plain mannequin with no face, just a blank white profile. It held me between two fingers and then I realized I could see through it.
I had a body again, kind of. In my mechanical fingers I grasped a blood covered rock and at the same time I was grasped in between jointed fingers, a quick shake and the feeling of being shaked and I could see what it looked like. It was and I was, a small round gem about the size of a ping pong ball with swirling colors painting the surface; white, yellow, red, orange, green, black and blue, It was beautiful.
I needed to keep it safe, I needed to keep myself safe, I knew exactly what to do, pressing it against my chest the white substance parted accepting the gemstone and holding it within the confines of the mannequin body.
How had this happened? What was I? A name came to mind [Birdhouse In Your Soul] that's what I was and that's what my [Stand] was.
How did I know this? How could I know this? it was like the information was planted within, I didn't know how I knew I just did.
I also knew that nobody could see me, and while the stone part of myself couldn't pass through objects my mannequin self could, I had so many questions so I decided to start from the beginning, who was it that pushed me off the roof? And how did I get there?
I walked over to the ground floor door of the building I fell off, It was locked. Shit how was I going to get to the roof?
I jumped without even thinking and got onto the roof easily, it felt like I didn't weigh a thing, it was almost like I flew.
I just jumped several stories and didn't even think about it, it was as easy as breathing, or walking across the room, completely effortless.
I looked around the rooftop for any signs of who might have pushed me, but there was nobody here, perhaps they left something behind.
My eyes quickly saw something, How was I seeing when I didn't have any eyes? It didn't matter there was a job to do.
On the ground there was a cigarette butt, the rest of the roof was pristine except for sand and the steel bar door to the roof was held fast with chain and an impressive looking lock. It was likely that whoever had pushed me had owned that cigarette.
I picked it up and placed it inside myself as well, feeling kind of ill about it, it was important yes but while the gem had felt like it was made to be there, this felt like a lump under my skin, something foreign that doesn't belong.
But that didn't matter, it had to be kept safe so I toughed it out.
Now to find out what the deal was with that old lady, I stood on the edge of the roof, if I was strong enough to jump up here the fall shouldn't hurt me, but as I looked down I was struck with a sudden sense of deja vu.
I ended up taking the stairs, my gem and the cigarette passing through the gaps in the bar door and my body phasing through like a ghost, when I reached the ground floor I unlocked the door from the inside and stepped out.
Jesus that was a large bloodstain, it had to have had a diameter of 5 meters and it seems to have drawn some attention now too, a couple of police officers were looking at it.
"What do you think caused it? There is no trail leading away." the first officer said crouching over the drying puddle.
"Your guess is a good as mine according to the people in the building it just appeared, one women on the ground floor claimed it showed up right in front of her eyes as she looked out the window." the other responded dryly.
"It's weird though don't you think? All these people say they hear a scream and look out the window, don't see anything at all and then a bloodstain appears out of nowhere?" the crouching officer rebutted while standing.
"They don't pay me to think Asim, I'm just waiting for a forensics guy to show up so they can tell us if it's human or not, then it's a detective's job."
"Don't you have any sense of curiosity?"
All of this was irrelevant, when my body walked away it looked alive and it wasn't bleeding any more if what they were saying about trails was true, I would bet any money they wouldn't find anything of note.
And without blood I couldn't follow that old woman, why didn't I follow her first? I could have found my way back here easy enough.
"Hey Raahat I'm going to check the roof, maybe there was a jumper." Asim stated while looking up.
"Knock yourself out Asim, I'm staying here." Raahat said leaning up against the wall of the building.
Well I guess it wasn't a complete waste then, if I had followed that woman I wouldn't have found the cigarette, these jokers would have.
I got close to Raahat while Asim moved past me to the door, I glanced at the officers watch to see what time it was, he had his arms crossed and the dial was upside down from my position but it was easy to read that it was about 4.30pm.
I walked off intending to find a place to relax and examine my new existence.
I was standing on the ledge of a rooftop, it was daytime for starters and in the distance I could see a lot of sand, but this wasn't what had immediately caught my attention, it was a voice coming from behind me.
"Sometimes you just need a little push." and with a hard shove to my back I was sent falling head over heels to the ground, 7 floors below.
I was panicking, the ground was approaching quickly and I had nothing to slow my fall, all I could do was brace for the impact, curse whatever had brought me here as well as whoever pushed me.
Enya was elated, after all she had found them, the arrows that would elevate man to the level of the gods, of course she had used one on herself and gained [Justice], the young man with pink hair she had bought them from had elected to keep one for himself, but that didn't matter she still had five all to herself kept safe within her satchel bag as she walked back to the inn.
But she was so elated she that she didn't notice one of the arrows slowly cutting a hole through her bag, the bag now cut open had released one of its precious arrows and by bizarre coincidence had tumbled and landed with its head pointing straight up to the heavens, the base stuck inside a crack between two pieces of concrete.
She noticed immediately and was about to bend over to pick it up when she heard a scream, looking up she saw a man plummeting towards the ground straight towards the arrow.
Quickly moving out of the way she watched as the man hit the ground with a wet sounding thud, the arrow piercing him straight through the chest.
Looking around Enya realised that the only people on this street were her and the man who had fallen, she quickly set up an illusion to give them privacy.
"Had a little trip did you dear?" the unfortunate individual did not respond just lay there unable to speak coughing up bits of blood.
This person had fallen on the arrow, she had to finish him before he developed a [Stand], the time wasn't right for their proliferation, how inconvenient.
It hurt, I couldn't breath, I couldn't think, I didn't want to die here, I couldn't die here, not yet it was too soon.
The landing had injured me greatly I was unable move my legs and a sharper kind of pain was taking hold of my upper chest, I coughed and a dollop of blood came out of my mouth and landed on my face.
In my fading peripheral vision I could see a short old women speaking to me and an arrow head pointing straight up out of my body, having punctured clean through my torso.
The old lady was speaking to me, though I couldn't understand the language she was speaking, was she going to help? I certainly hoped so.
My hopes were soon dashed when she tore the arrow out of me, the wound gushing blood with renewed vigor, didn't she know you weren't supposed to remove objects from a stab wound?
I closed my eyes, I still didn't want to die but what choice did I have here? I was so tired and perhaps I would feel better after a rest, yeah I'll go to sleep and when I wake up everything will be fine.
This nice heat going to through my body eased the pain as it went and I felt like everything was going to be okay.
Then a pair of scissors stabbed me in the throat.
At least the pain was gone.
It was strange, you don't notice all the different aspects of being alive until they're gone, things like hearing your own heartbeat, the blood rushing through your ears, you don't realize they are there until it's gone.
It was dark and wet and then well, at least wasn't dark anymore. Something had evidently been lying on top of me and now it was moving away, how did I not notice the weight?
I saw the old lady and another person whose back was turned to me who looked to be wearing a set of pyjamas, strange attire to be wearing around, then I realized who that person was.
"Well that's one problem solved." the old lady stated, she began walking away and what I was following her.
That was certainly me, or at least my body but if that was me then who was I? I just sat there in a puddle of my own blood losing track of time, stunned in my own consciousness.
What do I do now? I wanted to move, I couldn't stay here forever I would quickly go mad it was at that moment that something picked me up.
It was a plain mannequin with no face, just a blank white profile. It held me between two fingers and then I realized I could see through it.
I had a body again, kind of. In my mechanical fingers I grasped a blood covered rock and at the same time I was grasped in between jointed fingers, a quick shake and the feeling of being shaked and I could see what it looked like. It was and I was, a small round gem about the size of a ping pong ball with swirling colors painting the surface; white, yellow, red, orange, green, black and blue, It was beautiful.
I needed to keep it safe, I needed to keep myself safe, I knew exactly what to do, pressing it against my chest the white substance parted accepting the gemstone and holding it within the confines of the mannequin body.
How had this happened? What was I? A name came to mind [Birdhouse In Your Soul] that's what I was and that's what my [Stand] was.
How did I know this? How could I know this? it was like the information was planted within, I didn't know how I knew I just did.
I also knew that nobody could see me, and while the stone part of myself couldn't pass through objects my mannequin self could, I had so many questions so I decided to start from the beginning, who was it that pushed me off the roof? And how did I get there?
I walked over to the ground floor door of the building I fell off, It was locked. Shit how was I going to get to the roof?
I jumped without even thinking and got onto the roof easily, it felt like I didn't weigh a thing, it was almost like I flew.
I just jumped several stories and didn't even think about it, it was as easy as breathing, or walking across the room, completely effortless.
I looked around the rooftop for any signs of who might have pushed me, but there was nobody here, perhaps they left something behind.
My eyes quickly saw something, How was I seeing when I didn't have any eyes? It didn't matter there was a job to do.
On the ground there was a cigarette butt, the rest of the roof was pristine except for sand and the steel bar door to the roof was held fast with chain and an impressive looking lock. It was likely that whoever had pushed me had owned that cigarette.
I picked it up and placed it inside myself as well, feeling kind of ill about it, it was important yes but while the gem had felt like it was made to be there, this felt like a lump under my skin, something foreign that doesn't belong.
But that didn't matter, it had to be kept safe so I toughed it out.
Now to find out what the deal was with that old lady, I stood on the edge of the roof, if I was strong enough to jump up here the fall shouldn't hurt me, but as I looked down I was struck with a sudden sense of deja vu.
I ended up taking the stairs, my gem and the cigarette passing through the gaps in the bar door and my body phasing through like a ghost, when I reached the ground floor I unlocked the door from the inside and stepped out.
Jesus that was a large bloodstain, it had to have had a diameter of 5 meters and it seems to have drawn some attention now too, a couple of police officers were looking at it.
"What do you think caused it? There is no trail leading away." the first officer said crouching over the drying puddle.
"Your guess is a good as mine according to the people in the building it just appeared, one women on the ground floor claimed it showed up right in front of her eyes as she looked out the window." the other responded dryly.
"It's weird though don't you think? All these people say they hear a scream and look out the window, don't see anything at all and then a bloodstain appears out of nowhere?" the crouching officer rebutted while standing.
"They don't pay me to think Asim, I'm just waiting for a forensics guy to show up so they can tell us if it's human or not, then it's a detective's job."
"Don't you have any sense of curiosity?"
All of this was irrelevant, when my body walked away it looked alive and it wasn't bleeding any more if what they were saying about trails was true, I would bet any money they wouldn't find anything of note.
And without blood I couldn't follow that old woman, why didn't I follow her first? I could have found my way back here easy enough.
"Hey Raahat I'm going to check the roof, maybe there was a jumper." Asim stated while looking up.
"Knock yourself out Asim, I'm staying here." Raahat said leaning up against the wall of the building.
Well I guess it wasn't a complete waste then, if I had followed that woman I wouldn't have found the cigarette, these jokers would have.
I got close to Raahat while Asim moved past me to the door, I glanced at the officers watch to see what time it was, he had his arms crossed and the dial was upside down from my position but it was easy to read that it was about 4.30pm.
I walked off intending to find a place to relax and examine my new existence.
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It turned out I was in Cairo, it became fairly obvious once I saw the pyramids, it turned out they are much closer to the city than you would think from the photos, it was starting to get dark now and though I didn't feel the cold or the need to sleep I wanted to find somewhere to rest and relax.
I came across a church, a huge building with stone walls and existing on an elevated position it was a remarkable edifice. I decided to enter, after all I think churches were supposed to sanctuaries for everyone living or dead.
The door was locked but that didn't bother me, a window was cracked open a few stories up, I took my cigarette butt into one hand and the gem in the other and threw the gem through the window while willing [Birdhouse In Your Soul] to disappear, the [Stand] Retracted towards the crystal leaving a hand remaning clutching the cigarette butt, the throw went straight through the window landing underneath a chair, none the worse for wear.
After readjusting myself into my body I began to look through the church and it was beautiful, mosaics, marble pillars and vaulted ceilings met me as I walked, eventually I came to a door with the sounds of life beyond, raising my arm I knocked and waited.
A few moments later an elderly priest, opened the door and I shuffled past him inside the room, it was evidently an office for the day to day minutia of running a church, the priest looked both ways down the hallway I just came from with a confused expression, shut the door and went back around his desk and took a seat, returning to his work preparing sermons or some such.
Looking around the room I saw religious paintings, filing cabinets and a whiteboard filled with notes, as well as his desk and chair.
Well might as well let him know I'm here, taking the whiteboard eraser I began to erase the writing of the whiteboard, this got his attention, he stood straight up and he looked like he was going to panic, taking the marker I wrote a message to him.
"Hello, please calm down." I penned in blue ink, blue was supposed to be calming right? He might have had a heart attack if I'd used red.
"W-Who's there?" he shakily asked, standing shock still with his head moving rapidly looking around the room.
How was I going to answer this, I have to give him a name and the first thing that comes to mind oddly enough isn't the one I was born with.
"Well that's a tough question, I don't know quiet all the details myself, you can call me [Birdhouse In Your Soul] or Birdy for short." I wrote including the brackets.
"Okay then Birdy, How are you doing this? A-are you a spirit?" He asked slightly calmer now that I had identified myself.
"Sort of, I was human, I did die today so there is that and I don't have a material body so it's an apt descriptor." Calling myself a ghost seemed wrong but it would most likely be the easiest for people to understand.
"Okay then but why are you here? Why haven't you moved on? Do you have unfinished business? did God send you here for some reason?" He answered normally, he had probably calmed himself down by now and was trying to be rational, I don't know if I would have such luck in his situation.
"Well as for why I'm here I need a place to stay for a bit, I was wondering if you would mind I hung around for a little while, a few days at most."
"Hold on! Wait a second, I can't possibly answer that yet, let us get back to that." He stated astonished.
"Well your second and third questions were about why I haven't moved on and if I have unfinished business, and yeah I do but nothing grandiose, I was only 20 when I died, way too young, I wanted to live, experience more of the world and so here I am." I wrote putting things as plainly as I can, I mean it's not like did anything super special to end up in this situation, except getting teleported tens of thousands of kilometers and pushed off a roof.
"That's it!? Are you sure god doesn't have a greater purpose for you? Or perhaps a more sinister force does?" He questioned trying to ascertain my intents.
"Father your guess is as good as mine, I really have the barest idea of what's been happening, it's been a really strange day." I replied to him after erasing the build up on the whiteboard.
"Child, or spirit or whatever you are, people don't just die and stay in the mortal coil for no reason, are you sure there is nothing you are supposed to accomplish?"
All I did as an answer was underline the first part of my last sentence, and adding "So is it okay if I stay here a little while? I'll try not to be a bother, you probably won't even notice I'm here."
He looked like he needed a moment, he sat down and started to look like he was deep in thought, after a few moment he answered, "Okay, Okay you can stay, I said I would never turn away a soul looking for help, never thought it would be this literal, but here we are."
"Thank you Father I won't forget your kindness, If I do get to heaven I'll put in a good word for you. haha" I wrote adding some levity to the situation.
"It's quite alright, you are free to do as you wish as long as you don't harm anyone or bring undue attention" He exclaimed with a smile, it was a nice smile where the corners of the eyes get squished together by the raising of the cheeks, an honest smile.
"Father, you have given me a lot of trust so allow me to do the same." as I wrote this with one hand I summoned my gem with the other, once I had finished I passed it over to him.
"What is this Birdy, what have you given me? It's gorgeous." he asked enraptured by the stone.
"As far as I can tell Father, it's my soul given material form. After I had died I woke up inside, and after a while I could manifest the ability to move around."
As the priest read his hands began to shake and the gem fell from his palms onto the rug, after which he began to back away afraid.
"What's the matter?" I quickly scribbled
"I-Im sorry, after I had read what you wrote, the thought of holding somebody else's soul in my hands, I dropped it. I'm sorry please forgive me." he sounded panicked again, sigh and we had been going so well.
"Father please be calm, you're a priest you should know the soul is more durable than a simple fall being able to damage it, it even landed on the carpet, please relax it's no big deal."
It was slightly annoying being dropped onto the floor like that, but seeing as I threw myself through a window earlier I couldn't be mad at him for panicking and dropping it onto the floor.
He calmed down taking a few deep breaths, "Alright, again i'm sorry for dropping it."
To be frank it was kind of offensive to call my most vital essence an 'it',I did the same thing of course, language didn't have a good enough word but it would have been more accurate for him to say dropping you. That there was everything I was and everything I could be, tied up in a rock you could hold in the palm of your hand, but having multiple avatars might be difficult for him to comprehend and I won't bother to correct him.
"Again, it's alright Father, besides you already hold people's soul's in your hand's all the time, you are a priest, you know." I wrote, he picked my soul back up and was bringing it the whiteboard offering it in the direction he thought I was based upon the position of the pen.
"Here, thank you for trusting me with this." he said with the same smile on his face.
"Please hold onto the gem, at least for the moment, I trust you Father, think of it as a promise of my good behavior" I was being duplicitous here, I bet the Father wouldn't think I can hear through my soul and it might allow me to preempt if he was thinking of telling people about me. Besides I knew he couldn't harm me if he tried anything I could just withdraw my stand and re-materialize at the gem just as quickly, before he had a chance to do anything.
"I'll be on my way Father to find a place to rest, to save you the effort of looking for an invisible man if you wish to speak to me roll the gem between the palms of your hand, i'll be able to sense your touch and I'll come right here.
I opened the door and left heading towards the pews, I could hear the priest trying to see if I was still there, he was speaking my name and walking around with his arms out trying to feel me, honestly it looked kind of silly.
As I laid myself down on the pew flat the Father picked up my soul gingerly and placed it at the mouth of a small pen holder on his desk the orb falling a third of the way inside resting peacefully, he was examining it closely now, it was kind of strange similar to when somebody stares you in the eyes, after awhile he began to pray.
"Oh what a mess you've gotten yourself into Doug, why have you chosen test me like this God? What am I supposed to do? should I free his spirit? Would breaking this stone do it? Or would I be killing the very essence of the person I am trying to help? What am I to do here?"
Wow heavy stuff, if he commits himself I'm going to be there in a moments notice, but I mean he really doesn't seem the headstrong exorcist type, just your average good shepard, no I'm fine and I think his trust is more valuable than such a small amount of security.
"Matthew 5:16, 'In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.' I'll help him as I can my Lord and respect the trust he has given me. If he is honest, and I have seen no reason for deceit I will welcome his as a member of my flock and guide him to your graces amen."
And I'll be sure to repay the favor old man, I'm sure there is something I can do to help, I'll ask tomorrow.
Afterwards he reached into the cabinet besides his desk and pulled out. Is that scotch? Wow, fun priest, he poured himself a serving and sat back in his chair to unwind, I think I've seen enough and draw my focus elsewhere, I can't really stop listening but I can ignore it easily enough and metaphorically close my eyes.
I wonder what tomorrow will bring.
I came across a church, a huge building with stone walls and existing on an elevated position it was a remarkable edifice. I decided to enter, after all I think churches were supposed to sanctuaries for everyone living or dead.
The door was locked but that didn't bother me, a window was cracked open a few stories up, I took my cigarette butt into one hand and the gem in the other and threw the gem through the window while willing [Birdhouse In Your Soul] to disappear, the [Stand] Retracted towards the crystal leaving a hand remaning clutching the cigarette butt, the throw went straight through the window landing underneath a chair, none the worse for wear.
After readjusting myself into my body I began to look through the church and it was beautiful, mosaics, marble pillars and vaulted ceilings met me as I walked, eventually I came to a door with the sounds of life beyond, raising my arm I knocked and waited.
A few moments later an elderly priest, opened the door and I shuffled past him inside the room, it was evidently an office for the day to day minutia of running a church, the priest looked both ways down the hallway I just came from with a confused expression, shut the door and went back around his desk and took a seat, returning to his work preparing sermons or some such.
Looking around the room I saw religious paintings, filing cabinets and a whiteboard filled with notes, as well as his desk and chair.
Well might as well let him know I'm here, taking the whiteboard eraser I began to erase the writing of the whiteboard, this got his attention, he stood straight up and he looked like he was going to panic, taking the marker I wrote a message to him.
"Hello, please calm down." I penned in blue ink, blue was supposed to be calming right? He might have had a heart attack if I'd used red.
"W-Who's there?" he shakily asked, standing shock still with his head moving rapidly looking around the room.
How was I going to answer this, I have to give him a name and the first thing that comes to mind oddly enough isn't the one I was born with.
"Well that's a tough question, I don't know quiet all the details myself, you can call me [Birdhouse In Your Soul] or Birdy for short." I wrote including the brackets.
"Okay then Birdy, How are you doing this? A-are you a spirit?" He asked slightly calmer now that I had identified myself.
"Sort of, I was human, I did die today so there is that and I don't have a material body so it's an apt descriptor." Calling myself a ghost seemed wrong but it would most likely be the easiest for people to understand.
"Okay then but why are you here? Why haven't you moved on? Do you have unfinished business? did God send you here for some reason?" He answered normally, he had probably calmed himself down by now and was trying to be rational, I don't know if I would have such luck in his situation.
"Well as for why I'm here I need a place to stay for a bit, I was wondering if you would mind I hung around for a little while, a few days at most."
"Hold on! Wait a second, I can't possibly answer that yet, let us get back to that." He stated astonished.
"Well your second and third questions were about why I haven't moved on and if I have unfinished business, and yeah I do but nothing grandiose, I was only 20 when I died, way too young, I wanted to live, experience more of the world and so here I am." I wrote putting things as plainly as I can, I mean it's not like did anything super special to end up in this situation, except getting teleported tens of thousands of kilometers and pushed off a roof.
"That's it!? Are you sure god doesn't have a greater purpose for you? Or perhaps a more sinister force does?" He questioned trying to ascertain my intents.
"Father your guess is as good as mine, I really have the barest idea of what's been happening, it's been a really strange day." I replied to him after erasing the build up on the whiteboard.
"Child, or spirit or whatever you are, people don't just die and stay in the mortal coil for no reason, are you sure there is nothing you are supposed to accomplish?"
All I did as an answer was underline the first part of my last sentence, and adding "So is it okay if I stay here a little while? I'll try not to be a bother, you probably won't even notice I'm here."
He looked like he needed a moment, he sat down and started to look like he was deep in thought, after a few moment he answered, "Okay, Okay you can stay, I said I would never turn away a soul looking for help, never thought it would be this literal, but here we are."
"Thank you Father I won't forget your kindness, If I do get to heaven I'll put in a good word for you. haha
" I wrote adding some levity to the situation."It's quite alright, you are free to do as you wish as long as you don't harm anyone or bring undue attention" He exclaimed with a smile, it was a nice smile where the corners of the eyes get squished together by the raising of the cheeks, an honest smile.
"Father, you have given me a lot of trust so allow me to do the same." as I wrote this with one hand I summoned my gem with the other, once I had finished I passed it over to him.
"What is this Birdy, what have you given me? It's gorgeous." he asked enraptured by the stone.
"As far as I can tell Father, it's my soul given material form. After I had died I woke up inside, and after a while I could manifest the ability to move around."
As the priest read his hands began to shake and the gem fell from his palms onto the rug, after which he began to back away afraid.
"What's the matter?" I quickly scribbled
"I-Im sorry, after I had read what you wrote, the thought of holding somebody else's soul in my hands, I dropped it. I'm sorry please forgive me." he sounded panicked again, sigh and we had been going so well.
"Father please be calm, you're a priest you should know the soul is more durable than a simple fall being able to damage it, it even landed on the carpet, please relax it's no big deal."
It was slightly annoying being dropped onto the floor like that, but seeing as I threw myself through a window earlier I couldn't be mad at him for panicking and dropping it onto the floor.
He calmed down taking a few deep breaths, "Alright, again i'm sorry for dropping it."
To be frank it was kind of offensive to call my most vital essence an 'it',I did the same thing of course, language didn't have a good enough word but it would have been more accurate for him to say dropping you. That there was everything I was and everything I could be, tied up in a rock you could hold in the palm of your hand, but having multiple avatars might be difficult for him to comprehend and I won't bother to correct him.
"Again, it's alright Father, besides you already hold people's soul's in your hand's all the time, you are a priest, you know.
" I wrote, he picked my soul back up and was bringing it the whiteboard offering it in the direction he thought I was based upon the position of the pen."Here, thank you for trusting me with this." he said with the same smile on his face.
"Please hold onto the gem, at least for the moment, I trust you Father, think of it as a promise of my good behavior" I was being duplicitous here, I bet the Father wouldn't think I can hear through my soul and it might allow me to preempt if he was thinking of telling people about me. Besides I knew he couldn't harm me if he tried anything I could just withdraw my stand and re-materialize at the gem just as quickly, before he had a chance to do anything.
"I'll be on my way Father to find a place to rest, to save you the effort of looking for an invisible man if you wish to speak to me roll the gem between the palms of your hand, i'll be able to sense your touch and I'll come right here.
I opened the door and left heading towards the pews, I could hear the priest trying to see if I was still there, he was speaking my name and walking around with his arms out trying to feel me, honestly it looked kind of silly.
As I laid myself down on the pew flat the Father picked up my soul gingerly and placed it at the mouth of a small pen holder on his desk the orb falling a third of the way inside resting peacefully, he was examining it closely now, it was kind of strange similar to when somebody stares you in the eyes, after awhile he began to pray.
"Oh what a mess you've gotten yourself into Doug, why have you chosen test me like this God? What am I supposed to do? should I free his spirit? Would breaking this stone do it? Or would I be killing the very essence of the person I am trying to help? What am I to do here?"
Wow heavy stuff, if he commits himself I'm going to be there in a moments notice, but I mean he really doesn't seem the headstrong exorcist type, just your average good shepard, no I'm fine and I think his trust is more valuable than such a small amount of security.
"Matthew 5:16, 'In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.' I'll help him as I can my Lord and respect the trust he has given me. If he is honest, and I have seen no reason for deceit I will welcome his as a member of my flock and guide him to your graces amen."
And I'll be sure to repay the favor old man, I'm sure there is something I can do to help, I'll ask tomorrow.
Afterwards he reached into the cabinet besides his desk and pulled out. Is that scotch? Wow, fun priest, he poured himself a serving and sat back in his chair to unwind, I think I've seen enough and draw my focus elsewhere, I can't really stop listening but I can ignore it easily enough and metaphorically close my eyes.
I wonder what tomorrow will bring.
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The next morning I decided to pay the good shepherd a visit, I occupied myself through the night cleaning the church building and exploring the church and its surroundings.
I knocked on the door to the priest's office and let myself in, taking up my usual vigil by the whiteboard while the Father began to speak, "Birdie is that you? How can I help you today?"
I took a green marker and began to write, "It's more about how I can help you today Father, is there anything you could think of me to do to repay you?"
"Birdie you don't have to help me, if you're looking for some good deeds to do, go out and have a look around the neighbourhood, I'm sure plenty of people would like a guardian spirit to look over them. If you would like a suggestion the church sponsors a soup kitchen down the road, you could go there and begin to prepare lunch." He explained to me with a merry expression.
"You told me to stay under the radar, if vegetables start peeling themselves in front of the kitchen hands they are going to panic." I told him.
"No Birdie it'll be fine, being sponsored by the church everyone who works there today will come to the service I'll be conducting in an hour, you will have a few hours to get all the work you wish done."
This sounded like an excellent idea, walking over to the desk I took my soul and then started to write on the whiteboard. "I'll need to take this with me then, I can't be too far away from it."
"Ah." The priest exclaimed, "That makes sense, it's remarkable that you can be any distance away from that stone. Yes please take it, it's yours after all."
"Thank you Father, I'll see you later this evening." I said walking for the door.
"Bye bye Birdie, stay safe will you." the holy man yelled after me, Placing the gem within [Birdhouse In Your Soul] I exited the office, and left the church through the front door.
I quickly made it to the soup kitchen, trying the door I quickly discovered it was locked, how was I going to get inside.
The windows were all closed and there was no rooftop access. An idea came to mind though, around the back of the building there was a series of flower pots with various herbs growing within.
Grabbing one flower pot I tipped it upside down into my hand and started shaking it, the plant and soil fell out, taking my soul I placed it at the bottom of the pot and placed the soil and plant back on top.
After this getting inside was as easy as walking through the door, I walked past the tables and chairs and made my way into the kitchen, it was simple but had all the necessities of cooking, pots were set up on a wood burning stove and knives and other utensils were hanging on hooks. The cupboards were stocked with vegetables and the cool room had a selection of various cuts of meat.
I began by peeling the vegetables; carrots, potatoes, and onions, after that was done and the waste disposed of I took a look at the time. The Father's church service would have been just starting. Taking a butcher's knife to the storeroom I started taking slices of meat off of the leg of beef.
Lighting a fire within the stove I placed a pan and a pot filled with water on top, the meat was then seasoned with salt, pepper and olive oil before I seared it in the pan, fat sizzling and caramelizing from the heat.
After the meat was done searing it was removed from the heat and placed into the water, the pan was cleaned with water and the juices were returned to the soup, then finely chopped tomatoes and the onion were added along with a dash of vinegar.
I returned outside to the herb garden after opening the door, from the garden I took parsley, oregano and basil, these were chopped and added to the broth, along with chilli peppers, garlic salt and pepper from the pantry.
Any good chef would tell you that in order to make good food you had to taste it and taste it often, mistakes in cooking were often fixable, if a soup was too acidic you could add bicarbonate soda or if it was too salty placing potatoes inside would draw out the salt, but how was I going to taste it without a mouth?
Maybe this could work? I went outside and reacquired my soul then taking a ladle from the hook I gave the broth a stir and scooped some inside, my soul was then placed on top.
It was one of the weirdest sensations I ever felt, suddenly I was warm all over, not hot just a warm feeling spreading throughout my body and then I tasted it, it was like tasting with every part of your body at once.
Bleh, it was way too salty, must have used too much. Slicing the potatoes in half these were added to the soup too.
There was nothing left now except to clean, the utensils were cleaned, dried and put back into their proper places and the trash was put into the garbage can, then I heard a sound from the door.
"Didn't you think the sermon today was a little odd, I never took Father Douglas to be such a believer in the supernatural." A female voice said.
"He's a priest, they have to be believers in the supernatural." the older sounding male voice responded.
"You know what I mean." The female admonished, "All that talk about spirits being imperceptible to sight, seeking to live the life they missed, and wanting to help the living."
"It's a reassuring thought though, a guardian angel looking out for us." The male stated with a laugh, when they reached the kitchen a surprised look overtook his face.
"Who the hell has been in my kitchen! Quick, take a look around and make sure nothing is missing." he ordered the female.
They looked inside the cabinets, the cool room and checked the racks on the walls making sure that everything was in it's proper place, calling out to each other when any bit of food was missing.
"What's this?" the male asked while looking at the stove, taking the lid of my stew he took a deep breath through his nose and then retrieved a spoon from the drawer, taking some of the broth in the concave utensil he blew and placed it within his mouth.
"Hey, I think I found out what happened to the missing ingredients." he told the woman while gesturing to the pot.
"I wonder who made this?" she said to the chef confusion setting in on her face.
"I don't know but this isn't half bad." a contemplating look passed over him, "They put in way too many chili peppers though, can the person who made this not taste spice or something, grab the milk would you Pili."
"Yes Chef" she answered promptly going into the cool room.
The chef added the milk to the stew and tasted it again. "I wonder if it was a ghost." Pili said to the chef.
"Don't be silly girl it would have just been some hungry person whose cooking we interrupted." the chef admonished.
"But then Chef, how did they get in?" Pili questioned "All the doors were locked and no windows have been broken."
"I don't know but there has to be a more rational explanation than a ghost." The chef stated to his underling.
While they were distracted I quietly opened a cupboard and took a handful of flour, sprinkling it on the countertop I wrote a message in the powder reading, "The dead care.", then I opened the back door and left, closing it behind me.
So Father Douglas talked about me in his sermon, I hope he knew what he was doing; people might start thinking he was crazy, though priests do get to be a little eccentric in my opinion.
I was exploring the back alleyways, as a rule they were dirty, dark and damp, when I heard a pair of voices coming from a path to the left.
"Is anybody coming?" one of the voices said brusquely.
I turned the corner and I was surprised at the sight, A man with a gun was standing moving his gaze between the two ends of the alleyway while another man pinned a woman to the ground.
"Listen here bitch, do what I say and you get to leave here today." the man pinning the woman to the ground told her harshly. "I'm going to have some fun with you and then my friend is, if you scream, try to fight back, or run away my friend here is going to shoot you and leave you here in this alley to rot. Do you understand?!"
The woman was crying with streams of tears pouring down her cheeks, when the man had finished speaking she got very quiet and nodded.
"Good; right you stay on lookout." The man on the ground said gesturing to the gunman.
When I was alive there wasn't a hope in hell for me to do anything to stop these men. Besides the fact it would have been two against one they were armed, but now I could help her and it shouldn't even be too difficult.
I ran towards the gunman, his eyes looking straight through me and seeing nothing, then I struck.
I grabbed his wrist with one hand while grabbing the end of the gun with my other and twisted his hand towards him so the barrel pointed at his stomach.
Twisting his whole arm now I placed him into a hammerlock and swept his legs sending him to the ground face first.
The gun was in my hands now and the person assaulting the woman was started trying to figure out what happened, then I shot the douchebag I decked in the skull. Brain, blood and skull splattering around his corpse.
"W-what the fuck." the remaining man eloquently said standing up and backing away while the woman screamed.
Throwing the gun behind him as a distraction the rapist turned around only to have me kick him in the back of the leg sending him to his knees.
I grabbed his hair while applying pressure to his kneecap from behind, sticking my hand into his chest not a single drop of blood was spilled and my body began to operate on auto-pilot as I could feel granules form in my hand, after a few moments I tore my hand loose leaving behind a ping pong sized hole.
The would be rapists fell face down and then flipped himself over and started to scoot away on his back looking straight at me. "W-what are you?" he asked panicked.
I didn't have a mouth but I doubted it would stop me from speaking, "Oh, that's surprising, you can see me?" Looking at my hand I saw a stone very similar to my own, but a dull grey color littered with pits of black.
"Please don't kill me." He begged, what disgusting human trash.
"Please, tell me why shouldn't I kill you? I'm sure this isn't your first time and if I let you go it won't be your last. So why shouldn't I wipe this piece of shit in front of me off of the collective shoe of the world."
A puddle began to form in his pants and he launched himself at the gun I threw, picking it up he aimed it at my head and pulled the trigger. "Take that you bastard!" he screamed, the bullet passed harmlessly through my skull and struck the wall at the other end of the alleyway. In response I lashed forward with my foot striking him in the face.
He released the gun and I snatched it out of the air, "Tell me bastard do you know what I have in my hand?" I asked.
"A-a gun you have a gun in your hand." he answered me stemming the bleeding from his broken nose with his hands.
"No you fucking idiot, what is in my other hand?" I admonished him, holding the stone from his chest in between two of my fingers. "This; this right here is your soul. I wonder what will happen if I shoot it."
"My soul?! Please don't, God save me please." he was crying now, how disgusting; have some pride man.
"Be grateful you bastard, I'm sparing you the fires of hell at least say thank you." and with that I tossed the rock into the air and aimed the gun towards it, the rapist's eyes tracking its arc through the air
Bang!, the round tore through the air and shattered the stone and the asshole dropped like a puppet with it's strings cut.
He was breathing and his heart was beating but he just lay there, the lights were on but nobody was home.
The woman during this had ran off, I hope she would be alright, I looked at the gun in my hand and then pressed it against my chest absorbing it into my body, sirens rang in the distance.
There was no point staying here, I started heading back towards the church.
I knocked on the door to the priest's office and let myself in, taking up my usual vigil by the whiteboard while the Father began to speak, "Birdie is that you? How can I help you today?"
I took a green marker and began to write, "It's more about how I can help you today Father, is there anything you could think of me to do to repay you?"
"Birdie you don't have to help me, if you're looking for some good deeds to do, go out and have a look around the neighbourhood, I'm sure plenty of people would like a guardian spirit to look over them. If you would like a suggestion the church sponsors a soup kitchen down the road, you could go there and begin to prepare lunch." He explained to me with a merry expression.
"You told me to stay under the radar, if vegetables start peeling themselves in front of the kitchen hands they are going to panic." I told him.
"No Birdie it'll be fine, being sponsored by the church everyone who works there today will come to the service I'll be conducting in an hour, you will have a few hours to get all the work you wish done."
This sounded like an excellent idea, walking over to the desk I took my soul and then started to write on the whiteboard. "I'll need to take this with me then, I can't be too far away from it."
"Ah." The priest exclaimed, "That makes sense, it's remarkable that you can be any distance away from that stone. Yes please take it, it's yours after all."
"Thank you Father, I'll see you later this evening." I said walking for the door.
"Bye bye Birdie, stay safe will you." the holy man yelled after me, Placing the gem within [Birdhouse In Your Soul] I exited the office, and left the church through the front door.
I quickly made it to the soup kitchen, trying the door I quickly discovered it was locked, how was I going to get inside.
The windows were all closed and there was no rooftop access. An idea came to mind though, around the back of the building there was a series of flower pots with various herbs growing within.
Grabbing one flower pot I tipped it upside down into my hand and started shaking it, the plant and soil fell out, taking my soul I placed it at the bottom of the pot and placed the soil and plant back on top.
After this getting inside was as easy as walking through the door, I walked past the tables and chairs and made my way into the kitchen, it was simple but had all the necessities of cooking, pots were set up on a wood burning stove and knives and other utensils were hanging on hooks. The cupboards were stocked with vegetables and the cool room had a selection of various cuts of meat.
I began by peeling the vegetables; carrots, potatoes, and onions, after that was done and the waste disposed of I took a look at the time. The Father's church service would have been just starting. Taking a butcher's knife to the storeroom I started taking slices of meat off of the leg of beef.
Lighting a fire within the stove I placed a pan and a pot filled with water on top, the meat was then seasoned with salt, pepper and olive oil before I seared it in the pan, fat sizzling and caramelizing from the heat.
After the meat was done searing it was removed from the heat and placed into the water, the pan was cleaned with water and the juices were returned to the soup, then finely chopped tomatoes and the onion were added along with a dash of vinegar.
I returned outside to the herb garden after opening the door, from the garden I took parsley, oregano and basil, these were chopped and added to the broth, along with chilli peppers, garlic salt and pepper from the pantry.
Any good chef would tell you that in order to make good food you had to taste it and taste it often, mistakes in cooking were often fixable, if a soup was too acidic you could add bicarbonate soda or if it was too salty placing potatoes inside would draw out the salt, but how was I going to taste it without a mouth?
Maybe this could work? I went outside and reacquired my soul then taking a ladle from the hook I gave the broth a stir and scooped some inside, my soul was then placed on top.
It was one of the weirdest sensations I ever felt, suddenly I was warm all over, not hot just a warm feeling spreading throughout my body and then I tasted it, it was like tasting with every part of your body at once.
Bleh, it was way too salty, must have used too much. Slicing the potatoes in half these were added to the soup too.
There was nothing left now except to clean, the utensils were cleaned, dried and put back into their proper places and the trash was put into the garbage can, then I heard a sound from the door.
"Didn't you think the sermon today was a little odd, I never took Father Douglas to be such a believer in the supernatural." A female voice said.
"He's a priest, they have to be believers in the supernatural." the older sounding male voice responded.
"You know what I mean." The female admonished, "All that talk about spirits being imperceptible to sight, seeking to live the life they missed, and wanting to help the living."
"It's a reassuring thought though, a guardian angel looking out for us." The male stated with a laugh, when they reached the kitchen a surprised look overtook his face.
"Who the hell has been in my kitchen! Quick, take a look around and make sure nothing is missing." he ordered the female.
They looked inside the cabinets, the cool room and checked the racks on the walls making sure that everything was in it's proper place, calling out to each other when any bit of food was missing.
"What's this?" the male asked while looking at the stove, taking the lid of my stew he took a deep breath through his nose and then retrieved a spoon from the drawer, taking some of the broth in the concave utensil he blew and placed it within his mouth.
"Hey, I think I found out what happened to the missing ingredients." he told the woman while gesturing to the pot.
"I wonder who made this?" she said to the chef confusion setting in on her face.
"I don't know but this isn't half bad." a contemplating look passed over him, "They put in way too many chili peppers though, can the person who made this not taste spice or something, grab the milk would you Pili."
"Yes Chef" she answered promptly going into the cool room.
The chef added the milk to the stew and tasted it again. "I wonder if it was a ghost." Pili said to the chef.
"Don't be silly girl it would have just been some hungry person whose cooking we interrupted." the chef admonished.
"But then Chef, how did they get in?" Pili questioned "All the doors were locked and no windows have been broken."
"I don't know but there has to be a more rational explanation than a ghost." The chef stated to his underling.
While they were distracted I quietly opened a cupboard and took a handful of flour, sprinkling it on the countertop I wrote a message in the powder reading, "The dead care.
", then I opened the back door and left, closing it behind me.So Father Douglas talked about me in his sermon, I hope he knew what he was doing; people might start thinking he was crazy, though priests do get to be a little eccentric in my opinion.
I was exploring the back alleyways, as a rule they were dirty, dark and damp, when I heard a pair of voices coming from a path to the left.
"Is anybody coming?" one of the voices said brusquely.
I turned the corner and I was surprised at the sight, A man with a gun was standing moving his gaze between the two ends of the alleyway while another man pinned a woman to the ground.
"Listen here bitch, do what I say and you get to leave here today." the man pinning the woman to the ground told her harshly. "I'm going to have some fun with you and then my friend is, if you scream, try to fight back, or run away my friend here is going to shoot you and leave you here in this alley to rot. Do you understand?!"
The woman was crying with streams of tears pouring down her cheeks, when the man had finished speaking she got very quiet and nodded.
"Good; right you stay on lookout." The man on the ground said gesturing to the gunman.
When I was alive there wasn't a hope in hell for me to do anything to stop these men. Besides the fact it would have been two against one they were armed, but now I could help her and it shouldn't even be too difficult.
I ran towards the gunman, his eyes looking straight through me and seeing nothing, then I struck.
I grabbed his wrist with one hand while grabbing the end of the gun with my other and twisted his hand towards him so the barrel pointed at his stomach.
Twisting his whole arm now I placed him into a hammerlock and swept his legs sending him to the ground face first.
The gun was in my hands now and the person assaulting the woman was started trying to figure out what happened, then I shot the douchebag I decked in the skull. Brain, blood and skull splattering around his corpse.
"W-what the fuck." the remaining man eloquently said standing up and backing away while the woman screamed.
Throwing the gun behind him as a distraction the rapist turned around only to have me kick him in the back of the leg sending him to his knees.
I grabbed his hair while applying pressure to his kneecap from behind, sticking my hand into his chest not a single drop of blood was spilled and my body began to operate on auto-pilot as I could feel granules form in my hand, after a few moments I tore my hand loose leaving behind a ping pong sized hole.
The would be rapists fell face down and then flipped himself over and started to scoot away on his back looking straight at me. "W-what are you?" he asked panicked.
I didn't have a mouth but I doubted it would stop me from speaking, "Oh, that's surprising, you can see me?" Looking at my hand I saw a stone very similar to my own, but a dull grey color littered with pits of black.
"Please don't kill me." He begged, what disgusting human trash.
"Please, tell me why shouldn't I kill you? I'm sure this isn't your first time and if I let you go it won't be your last. So why shouldn't I wipe this piece of shit in front of me off of the collective shoe of the world."
A puddle began to form in his pants and he launched himself at the gun I threw, picking it up he aimed it at my head and pulled the trigger. "Take that you bastard!" he screamed, the bullet passed harmlessly through my skull and struck the wall at the other end of the alleyway. In response I lashed forward with my foot striking him in the face.
He released the gun and I snatched it out of the air, "Tell me bastard do you know what I have in my hand?" I asked.
"A-a gun you have a gun in your hand." he answered me stemming the bleeding from his broken nose with his hands.
"No you fucking idiot, what is in my other hand?" I admonished him, holding the stone from his chest in between two of my fingers. "This; this right here is your soul. I wonder what will happen if I shoot it."
"My soul?! Please don't, God save me please." he was crying now, how disgusting; have some pride man.
"Be grateful you bastard, I'm sparing you the fires of hell at least say thank you." and with that I tossed the rock into the air and aimed the gun towards it, the rapist's eyes tracking its arc through the air
Bang!, the round tore through the air and shattered the stone and the asshole dropped like a puppet with it's strings cut.
He was breathing and his heart was beating but he just lay there, the lights were on but nobody was home.
The woman during this had ran off, I hope she would be alright, I looked at the gun in my hand and then pressed it against my chest absorbing it into my body, sirens rang in the distance.
There was no point staying here, I started heading back towards the church.
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Watched this is very interesting.
So you became a ghost which is your stand and you can rip out people's souls. Better be careful if JOJO Eyes of Heaven is right or the light novel your power is the one Dio was looking for.
Tough it is strange you do not seem to be operating under the rules most ghosts in JOJO do. Kira after death became a ghost and he had so many restrictions you don't seem to display them.
So you became a ghost which is your stand and you can rip out people's souls. Better be careful if JOJO Eyes of Heaven is right or the light novel your power is the one Dio was looking for.
Tough it is strange you do not seem to be operating under the rules most ghosts in JOJO do. Kira after death became a ghost and he had so many restrictions you don't seem to display them.
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Yoshikage Kira did nothing wrong.
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It seems to be more of an 'Atom Heart Father'/'Stray Cat' sort of deal to me. He's dead, but he's bound to an object and is living through his stand.
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I see so that's how he is not affected by the normal ghost limitations. So does this mean he is still alive in a way though I wonder can he possess people other than that does the SI even know that he is in the JOJO universe or have read JOJO?