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Rosario and Joestar

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[X]Reassure Mizore that the Big Bad Monster Slayer JoJo isn't going to eat her in her sleep.
-[X]It'd be one thing if he was his old self, but come on. The old man went on to father your mother of all people--how threatening could he possibly be?
--[X] Switch to Joseph's perspective
 
But it could be so fun! Just imagine the chaos of us trying to puzzle out what actually happened so we can make the appropriate vote!
 
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Finagle007 said:
Indeed. I'd rather try to write from DIO's perspective than Holly's. DIO I can understand.
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Same here.

Hell, part of what bugged me so much about Stone Ocean (and still does, in fact) is that I find a not-insignificant part of myself agreeing with Enrico Pucci.

Over-Heaven, non-canon drivel that it is, kind of produced a similar effect (though merely stopping at "understanding" rather than "sympathizing with").
 
My ego could only possibly be called "strong" in the Freudian sense (that is, balance between the id and the superego).

I actually consider chronically low self-esteem to be one of my most defining traits.

And then I realized that on top of that, I've got the same kind of problem Charles Foster Kane did (wanting to be loved, but on my terms)....

.......yeah. I don't like myself very much.

.....although in hindsight, that kind of does explain why I'm a Shinji fan..... :V
 
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Update 81 - Mizore Effortlessly Trumps Jotaro at Logic
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    • You calmly reassure Mizore that the 'Big Bad Monster Slayer JoJo' isn't going to eat her in her sleep. "He produced my frickin' mom, after all. How dangerous could he be?"

    Mizore's eyes narrow very slightly, and she silently gives you the pointer finger.

    You stop and think for a moment about what she could possibly be trying to impl-
    EvaUnit01 said:
    Your entire body is emitting a fierce yellow glow, much like the light of the sun. Powerful energy is coursing through your veins. You feel like a goddamn superhero.

    [x]Teach sensei a lesson.

    Sensei attempts to regain her bearings, and turns to face you with a curse on her lips.

    A curse cut short, courtesy of your fist. ORAAAA!!

    Going by looks alone, sensei is actually pretty attractive.

    ...yeeeaaaaahhhh, that's about to change.

    ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!!!!! OOOORAAAAAAA!!!!

    You repeatedly slam your fists into the useless teacher, feeling the bone structure crack and give beneath your knuckles. You finish your series of punches with a hammerblow to the face, and punch sensei across the room with one hit, knocking several desks and chairs over in the course of her flight.

    Huh. Seems like she's still conscious.

    ORAORAORAORAAAA!!!

    You smash sensei with the great big desk once, twice, four times. The not-pissed-off part of your mind is impressed that it hasn't broken yet.

    ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!!!! OOORRAAAAAAA!!!!!!

    You rain down a flurry of punches against the desk, smashing it to pieces. You continue to vent your anger through your fists, not only beating the shit out of sensei, but pounding the broken splinters into her as well.

    To finish, you put your entire weight behind one last blow to the professor's stomach.
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    EvaUnit01 said:
    You step out onto the surface of the water, and achieve perfect footing. With flawless precision, you walk across the surface of the pool. Your first and immediate target: Tamao Ichinose.

    Tamao realizes that you're gunning for her, and flings Tsukune at you, before retreating into the water. Before you can react, he vanishes in a gust of wind.

    "Put those bitches in their place, Jojo-senpai!" Kurumu's voice. You briefly cast your gaze around, and see her several meters above, with bat-like wings and a tail that ends with a devil's spade. Some kind of devil monster, perhaps something like a succubus? Regardless, she appears to have Tsukune's safety well in hand.

    A member of the Swimming Club lunges at you from beneath the water.

    ORA ORA!

    You punch her, right in the face, with your hamon-powered fist. You can feel her skull start to give, and hear a sickening crack. You follow up with a hammerblow to the stomach, using your other fist. The sound of breaking bones is a sickening one for most people. ...but for you? That's just a signal that the party's gotten started.

    The mermaid goes flying into the air until she lands on the fence, back-first. As if by conditioned response, all the other Swimming Club members come at you in a swarm.

    ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAAA!!!!

    They all meet a similar fate to the first one. Some of them, you deal a kick or knee strike, but most of them just get your fists.

    Once the carnage subsides, the pool is quiet. You stand coolly atop the water's surface, gazing into its depths. Tamao Ichinose hasn't come back up yet. A brief series of glances around the area confirm that you haven't gotten to her yet.

    Several seconds pass. Suddenly, you spot movement to your right! You turn, and punch her so hard that her head explo- 「water?!」

    A shrill voice behind you screams, "AN OPENING!" ...it's Tamao! Could she have「manipulated the water into a duplicate」?!

    Before Tamao can strike your back, you can see a sudden flash of light. Ignoring it, you sense an immediate window to attack, and make use of it. You spin in place on the water's surface, and drive your fist into Tamao's stomach from below.

    The entirety of the pool before you is now frozen solid, as is a considerable fraction of Tamao's body, except for her head. It's surely the work of a youkai, but something tells you it isn't an enemy.

    You ignore that as irrelevant, as Tamao weakly asks, "W-why? We... we didn't do anything to you..."

    ...how ignorant can a high-school student be? Does she really not understand that there are people who fight for someone other than themselves, for their friends? Does she not comprehend that if you hurt a person, that person's friends will seek revenge? Is this girl so... lonely and isolated, that she doesn't know how to trust in others?

    Yeeaaahh, NO.

    Your eyes narrow, and you offer her a simple and concise answer.

    "「You pissed me off.」"

    ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAAA!!!

    You batter Tamao's body with a hurricane of punches. Before you're done, it feels like you've broken every bone in her body.

    ORAAAAAAAA!!!!

    With one last knockout punch, you send Tamao flying through the fence, and into the peanut gallery, where she ends up destroying several benches that were bolted in place.

    Three minutes ago, Tamao Ichinose was a woman with a beautiful body, who used it to her advantage to prey on those weaker than her.

    Now, her outside looks just as messed up as her inside.
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    Okay, yeah. You, Ginei Morioka, are reasonably sure you know your place.

    After a moment or two, you hear footsteps, and you look up.

    You have a sinking feeling about this, but try anyway to avoid the Ripple-powered beating that you're sure is coming. "Oh, ah, hey. The girls already kicked my ass pretty damn good, and I've learned my place now, so I won't be pulling this kind of shit again."

    Jotaro looks down at you, and nods. "Good to hear it."

    You're about to heave a sigh in relief, when he adds, "There's just one little problem."

    That sinking feeling returns in full force.

    "...yes?"

    Jotaro cracks his knuckles.

    "I'm still pissed off」."

    You get up and backpedal away like hell, uncaring of what your relative speed is at the moment.

    He doesn't move to chase, just breathes in... and reaches out an arm. Your eyes bug out as his arm dislocates itself in order to stretch far enough to grab you by the neck.

    ...this is gonna suck.

    ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAAAAAAAA!!!!
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    And then you remember the incident with the Wrestling Club.

    You pull the brim of your hat down over your eyes in admission of defeat. "...Fair enough."

    There is a moment of silence, while your mom and granddad are shenanigan-ing in the background.

    You heave a sigh. You want to sleep under my bed tonight for protection, don't you.

    Mizore nods. That'd be great.

    Another sigh. Gimme a freakin' break.

    A small smile. Thanks. I promise I won't cuddle you while you're sleeping this time.

    A snort. Bitch, like hell you won't.

    Mizore just giggles.

     
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