Rosario and Joestar
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Update 130 - At the Shirayukis' VI
EvaUnit01
Kept you waiting, huh?
Deciding that Hiyasu and Tsurara deserve a moment to themselves, you go see if you can find Mizore.
You spend the next several minutes going through the inn, looking for your girlfriend. You don't see her in any of the rooms or halls, and there are no unusual cold spots to indicate that she might be observing you from a hidden location.
However, there is one place you haven't looked yet. With a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, you go to the one room you haven't been in this morning, and knock on the door.
"Cooome iiinnnn~~!"
With a heart full of dread, you open the door and observe the interior. Holly's sitting up in bed, looking much better than she has previously, while Mizore is sitting on a backwards chair in the corner, a lollipop sticking out of her mouth.
"Oh, good morning Jotaro!" Holly exclaims while beaming at you. "I was just telling Mizore some stories about you when you were in elementary school!"
Stone-faced, you turn to face Mizore, silently demanding an explanation for this treachery.
She may be trying to suppress that smirk on her face, but you know her far too well; you can see the way the corner of her mouth is just slightly crooked. "You saw the mug," she says simply. "Now we're even."
Somehow, you doubt that, but there's not much you can do about it now. "Looks like our hosts are fixing us breakfast," you growl to your mother. "Think you're up for eating at a table?"
Holly takes a moment to stretch her arms wide, letting out a sound of contentment as she does so. "After Ms. Tsurara's tender care, I feel fresh as a daisy!"
Hrmph. Holly might be frail compared to you or your grandfather, but she's also always had a tendency to bounce back pretty quickly from sickness. Is it related to that saying about how idiots never catch colds?
Leaving the room so that your mother can get herself dressed, Mizore follows you out. She doesn't say anything, but seems happy to just be with you.
And, well, you can't say you feel too differently on the subject. It's a quiet trip back to the kitchen, where you can smell... something good. If Tsurara isn't as skilled of a cook as your mother is, then you figure she's pretty close.
Just before you can reach the threshold, you show off your reflexes by evading your mother's way-too-overly-affectionate attempt to sneak up on you, thereby sacrificing Mizore to her clutches. The purple-haired Snow Woman squeaks in surprise as Holly decides that one victim of her tickling attack is as good as another.
"N-no, please, stop!"
Huh. So that's what it sounds like when Mizore laughs openly.... You have to admit, you wouldn't mind hearing it more often.
"S-senpai...! P-please tell her to stop tickling me!"
....well, you suppose you must. "Are you going to abuse Mizore all day, or can we go eat now?"
Your words do apparently have an effect, and Holly relents after a few seconds. Mizore, for her part, needs several seconds to try and fight down the blush on her cheeks.
"All right, you three, breakfast is ready!"
Mizore pointedly immediately walks into the other room at Hiyasu's call, seemingly eager to escape from Holly's fiendish grasp.
Holly glances at you, and pouts. "Jojo, you're thinking mean things about me, aren't you?"
Walking past her and toward the fine-smelling food Tsurara has prepared, you give her question the only answer it deserves. "Don't be stupid."
"Jotaro...!" It's nice to see you so relaxed. She's a good influence on you.
You, Mizore, and Holly seat yourselves around the square wooden table, as Tsurara lays out servings of a Western-style breakfast for everyone. There's a visible sheen of sweat on her face, though when she realizes that you've noticed, she takes a napkin from her shirt pocket and wipes it away the instant she has a free hand. Given that she's a Snow Woman, and spent this time cooking hot food over a stove....
"I'm sorry to use you all as test subjects," the hostess begins, "but we've got a politician from America and his family who are scheduled to be coming in later, and I wanted to practice my Western-style cooking."
Well. The place has been empty for a while, but you suppose that inn managers should always be ready to receive guests.
"Oh, it's fine," Holly says with a smile. "I'm actually American by birth myself, so for me it's a pleasant surprise."
That gets the Snow Parents' attention. "Are you, now?" Hiyasu asks. "Your Japanese is flawless. How long have you been living in Japan?"
"For as long as I've been married, for about twenty years now. I'm sure my husband would like to meet you, but he's currently touring in America."
You glance at the pepper for a moment, before Tsurara notices and hands it to you. "You said he's touring, so does that mean he's an entertainer?"
You nod at Tsurara, both in answer to her question and as a show of gratitude for the condiment.
"That's right," Holly replies. "Sadao's a jazz musician. He's often gone for months at a time because he gets extended contracts with groups abroad, but I believe he'll be coming back to Japan in January."
The conversation continues in this sort of vein, as you remain generally uninterested.
Once everyone's done eating, Holly gets up. "I believe you said that Ms. Tsurara wanted to borrow Jotaro for an errand to run today, right? Then if it's alright with you, why don't I help out a bit while she's out?"
Tsurara and Hiyasu share a glance. Hiyasu frowns, contemplating his phrasing. "You're our guest," he says after a moment.
Tsurara's expression is much sterner, though her words and the idea behind them are unfailingly polite. "We couldn't possibly trouble you in such a way."
"No, no, I think it could be fun! And I feel bad about you having had to take care of me, sooo..."
You heave a sigh. "If you tell her no, she'll just make a nuisance of herself trying to 'help' anyway. You're better off just indulging her."
Holly seems nothing so much as scandalized at your claim, while the trio of Snow Folk share a look. "...in that case," Tsurara begins with a sigh, "I suppose we'd be happy for your assistance, Mrs. Kujo."
"Please, to my friends it's Holly!"
The adults pass a few minutes in idle chatter, while Mizore rolls her eyes at you. Parents, she nonverbally says with a sigh.
There's certainly no disagreeing with that, is there?
After a moment, Tsurara excuses herself from the table. "Well, Jotaro, if you wouldn't mind accompanying me to the basement, we should get ready for the day's hunting."
Holly just smiles, oblivious to the casual euphemism that was just thrown out, and eggs you on to go as well. You begin to rise, overhearing on your way out as Hiyasu and Mizore begin trying to coach your mother on working at an inn.
By the time you follow Tsurara's path to the basement, you find that she's changed into an elegant blue yukata, and is standing in front of.....
......holy shit, having that many guns in one place has got to be illegal.
Tsurara notices you staring, and giggles. "Like my collection? These are model replicas, imported from America."
Those are models?! They look just like the real thing! "....are those legal?"
"Yes," Tsurara says with a smile. Walking over to a bookshelf, she removes a hardcover title which you don't recognize.
A moment later, the wall covered with model guns slides over to the side, revealing a hidden alcove filled with even more guns. "And these," Tsurara proclaims with glee, "are not."
That statement gives you immense pause, as you see Tsurara walk over to the wall of weapons. "Not models, or not legal?"
Tsurara stops in the middle of placing a handgun in a hidden holster on her exposed thigh, before making eye contact with you and smiling. "Are you familiar with the James Bond movies? When I was a little girl, they were always my favorite."
After securing the gun in place, Tsurara then retrieves a pair of .38 pistols you've heard referred to in movies as 'Saturday night specials', before then revealing holsters on her forearms and securing them there. "Although as I got older, I realized that where most other girls my age were lusting after Bond himself, I was more in love with the idea of being the cool, suave superspy that got to foil dastardly plots all the time."
She then reached for what you can only assume is a military assault weapon, before opening her dress -- nope, nope, you're turning around, you have no need to see where she intends to put that.
"And of course, Bond also got to play with all those wonderful toys, as well."
You grunt to acknowledge her comment, before you jump at the unexpected sensation of a cold and ghostly breath on the back of your neck. You take several steps away, beginning to initiate your Hamon breathing. "The hell is this?!"
Tsurara just observes you coolly, before raising a hand to her mouth to cover a giggle. "I'm sorry," she says now that she's properly covered herself up again, "but I wanted to get to know you for myself a little bit."
Good grief, is this woman insane?!
....actually, that's worth saying out loud. "Are you insane, woman?!"
"No," Tsurara demurely replies, "but some of my friends have told me before that I'm too playful for my own good."
What a pain in the a-
"Out of all the monster races in the world," she says without preamble, "Snow Women genetics are some of the strongest."
Snow Women genetics, what the hell does that have to do with --
......wait. Her actions and movements just now while she was holstering those few weapons, they were almost like she was showing off--
Out of all the monster races in the world, Snow Women genetics are some of the strongest.
Was Tsurara.... attempting to advertise on behalf of Mizore, by implying how she might develop in the next few years?! Is that what this was?!
Admittedly, it's not a bad thing to look forward to, but this was still completely uncalled for.
Putting your hat firmly on your head and tugging it just so, you shoot Tsurara a glare full of annoyance. The fact that she apparently wasn't trying to flirt or seduce you makes the last few minutes only very slightly less awkward. "Give me a fucking break, woman."
Tsurara frowns, and her entire demeanor changes completely. Gone is the annoying housewife, and in her place is a frosty bastion of calm. "You're right, of course. The time for fun and games has passed."
Though her movements remain elegant, there's a certain element of crispness in them now; of professionalism. "I'd offer you a firearm," she says with a glance, "but I'm sure that fisticuffs are more your style."
Well, she's right about that, at least.
Having an easier time of dealing with Tsurara's current attitude, you nod. "So what's the plan?"
She smiles, again, but this time there's no mirth or playfulness in it. "First, we hunt down the monster that tried to eat my future son-in-law and his mother. Second, you beat him up until you're satisfied he'll never trouble you again."
Something in Tsurara's tone gets your attention, and you take a good, solid, look at her. There's a cold, possessive glint in her eyes, that you've seen from Mizore only a few times.
...that Mizore usually tries to hide from you, you realize abruptly, and now you're thinking about those folk legends you've heard about Snow Women turning from elegant, perfect brides into homicidal maniacs. "Then," Tsurara says coldly, "I shoot the bastard until I'm satisfied that he'll never trouble my husband or my daughter again."
[]That's... pretty straightforward. Let's do it, then.
[]Should you be worrying for your safety?
[](write-in)
You spend the next several minutes going through the inn, looking for your girlfriend. You don't see her in any of the rooms or halls, and there are no unusual cold spots to indicate that she might be observing you from a hidden location.
However, there is one place you haven't looked yet. With a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, you go to the one room you haven't been in this morning, and knock on the door.
"Cooome iiinnnn~~!"
With a heart full of dread, you open the door and observe the interior. Holly's sitting up in bed, looking much better than she has previously, while Mizore is sitting on a backwards chair in the corner, a lollipop sticking out of her mouth.
"Oh, good morning Jotaro!" Holly exclaims while beaming at you. "I was just telling Mizore some stories about you when you were in elementary school!"
Stone-faced, you turn to face Mizore, silently demanding an explanation for this treachery.
She may be trying to suppress that smirk on her face, but you know her far too well; you can see the way the corner of her mouth is just slightly crooked. "You saw the mug," she says simply. "Now we're even."
Somehow, you doubt that, but there's not much you can do about it now. "Looks like our hosts are fixing us breakfast," you growl to your mother. "Think you're up for eating at a table?"
Holly takes a moment to stretch her arms wide, letting out a sound of contentment as she does so. "After Ms. Tsurara's tender care, I feel fresh as a daisy!"
Hrmph. Holly might be frail compared to you or your grandfather, but she's also always had a tendency to bounce back pretty quickly from sickness. Is it related to that saying about how idiots never catch colds?
Leaving the room so that your mother can get herself dressed, Mizore follows you out. She doesn't say anything, but seems happy to just be with you.
And, well, you can't say you feel too differently on the subject. It's a quiet trip back to the kitchen, where you can smell... something good. If Tsurara isn't as skilled of a cook as your mother is, then you figure she's pretty close.
Just before you can reach the threshold, you show off your reflexes by evading your mother's way-too-overly-affectionate attempt to sneak up on you, thereby sacrificing Mizore to her clutches. The purple-haired Snow Woman squeaks in surprise as Holly decides that one victim of her tickling attack is as good as another.
"N-no, please, stop!"
Huh. So that's what it sounds like when Mizore laughs openly.... You have to admit, you wouldn't mind hearing it more often.
"S-senpai...! P-please tell her to stop tickling me!"
....well, you suppose you must. "Are you going to abuse Mizore all day, or can we go eat now?"
Your words do apparently have an effect, and Holly relents after a few seconds. Mizore, for her part, needs several seconds to try and fight down the blush on her cheeks.
"All right, you three, breakfast is ready!"
Mizore pointedly immediately walks into the other room at Hiyasu's call, seemingly eager to escape from Holly's fiendish grasp.
Holly glances at you, and pouts. "Jojo, you're thinking mean things about me, aren't you?"
Walking past her and toward the fine-smelling food Tsurara has prepared, you give her question the only answer it deserves. "Don't be stupid."
"Jotaro...!" It's nice to see you so relaxed. She's a good influence on you.
You, Mizore, and Holly seat yourselves around the square wooden table, as Tsurara lays out servings of a Western-style breakfast for everyone. There's a visible sheen of sweat on her face, though when she realizes that you've noticed, she takes a napkin from her shirt pocket and wipes it away the instant she has a free hand. Given that she's a Snow Woman, and spent this time cooking hot food over a stove....
"I'm sorry to use you all as test subjects," the hostess begins, "but we've got a politician from America and his family who are scheduled to be coming in later, and I wanted to practice my Western-style cooking."
Well. The place has been empty for a while, but you suppose that inn managers should always be ready to receive guests.
"Oh, it's fine," Holly says with a smile. "I'm actually American by birth myself, so for me it's a pleasant surprise."
That gets the Snow Parents' attention. "Are you, now?" Hiyasu asks. "Your Japanese is flawless. How long have you been living in Japan?"
"For as long as I've been married, for about twenty years now. I'm sure my husband would like to meet you, but he's currently touring in America."
You glance at the pepper for a moment, before Tsurara notices and hands it to you. "You said he's touring, so does that mean he's an entertainer?"
You nod at Tsurara, both in answer to her question and as a show of gratitude for the condiment.
"That's right," Holly replies. "Sadao's a jazz musician. He's often gone for months at a time because he gets extended contracts with groups abroad, but I believe he'll be coming back to Japan in January."
The conversation continues in this sort of vein, as you remain generally uninterested.
Once everyone's done eating, Holly gets up. "I believe you said that Ms. Tsurara wanted to borrow Jotaro for an errand to run today, right? Then if it's alright with you, why don't I help out a bit while she's out?"
Tsurara and Hiyasu share a glance. Hiyasu frowns, contemplating his phrasing. "You're our guest," he says after a moment.
Tsurara's expression is much sterner, though her words and the idea behind them are unfailingly polite. "We couldn't possibly trouble you in such a way."
"No, no, I think it could be fun! And I feel bad about you having had to take care of me, sooo..."
You heave a sigh. "If you tell her no, she'll just make a nuisance of herself trying to 'help' anyway. You're better off just indulging her."
Holly seems nothing so much as scandalized at your claim, while the trio of Snow Folk share a look. "...in that case," Tsurara begins with a sigh, "I suppose we'd be happy for your assistance, Mrs. Kujo."
"Please, to my friends it's Holly!"
The adults pass a few minutes in idle chatter, while Mizore rolls her eyes at you. Parents, she nonverbally says with a sigh.
There's certainly no disagreeing with that, is there?
After a moment, Tsurara excuses herself from the table. "Well, Jotaro, if you wouldn't mind accompanying me to the basement, we should get ready for the day's hunting."
Holly just smiles, oblivious to the casual euphemism that was just thrown out, and eggs you on to go as well. You begin to rise, overhearing on your way out as Hiyasu and Mizore begin trying to coach your mother on working at an inn.
By the time you follow Tsurara's path to the basement, you find that she's changed into an elegant blue yukata, and is standing in front of.....
......holy shit, having that many guns in one place has got to be illegal.
Tsurara notices you staring, and giggles. "Like my collection? These are model replicas, imported from America."
Those are models?! They look just like the real thing! "....are those legal?"
"Yes," Tsurara says with a smile. Walking over to a bookshelf, she removes a hardcover title which you don't recognize.
A moment later, the wall covered with model guns slides over to the side, revealing a hidden alcove filled with even more guns. "And these," Tsurara proclaims with glee, "are not."
That statement gives you immense pause, as you see Tsurara walk over to the wall of weapons. "Not models, or not legal?"
Tsurara stops in the middle of placing a handgun in a hidden holster on her exposed thigh, before making eye contact with you and smiling. "Are you familiar with the James Bond movies? When I was a little girl, they were always my favorite."
After securing the gun in place, Tsurara then retrieves a pair of .38 pistols you've heard referred to in movies as 'Saturday night specials', before then revealing holsters on her forearms and securing them there. "Although as I got older, I realized that where most other girls my age were lusting after Bond himself, I was more in love with the idea of being the cool, suave superspy that got to foil dastardly plots all the time."
She then reached for what you can only assume is a military assault weapon, before opening her dress -- nope, nope, you're turning around, you have no need to see where she intends to put that.
"And of course, Bond also got to play with all those wonderful toys, as well."
You grunt to acknowledge her comment, before you jump at the unexpected sensation of a cold and ghostly breath on the back of your neck. You take several steps away, beginning to initiate your Hamon breathing. "The hell is this?!"
Tsurara just observes you coolly, before raising a hand to her mouth to cover a giggle. "I'm sorry," she says now that she's properly covered herself up again, "but I wanted to get to know you for myself a little bit."
Good grief, is this woman insane?!
....actually, that's worth saying out loud. "Are you insane, woman?!"
"No," Tsurara demurely replies, "but some of my friends have told me before that I'm too playful for my own good."
What a pain in the a-
"Out of all the monster races in the world," she says without preamble, "Snow Women genetics are some of the strongest."
Snow Women genetics, what the hell does that have to do with --
......wait. Her actions and movements just now while she was holstering those few weapons, they were almost like she was showing off--
Out of all the monster races in the world, Snow Women genetics are some of the strongest.
Was Tsurara.... attempting to advertise on behalf of Mizore, by implying how she might develop in the next few years?! Is that what this was?!
Admittedly, it's not a bad thing to look forward to, but this was still completely uncalled for.
Putting your hat firmly on your head and tugging it just so, you shoot Tsurara a glare full of annoyance. The fact that she apparently wasn't trying to flirt or seduce you makes the last few minutes only very slightly less awkward. "Give me a fucking break, woman."
Tsurara frowns, and her entire demeanor changes completely. Gone is the annoying housewife, and in her place is a frosty bastion of calm. "You're right, of course. The time for fun and games has passed."
Though her movements remain elegant, there's a certain element of crispness in them now; of professionalism. "I'd offer you a firearm," she says with a glance, "but I'm sure that fisticuffs are more your style."
Well, she's right about that, at least.
Having an easier time of dealing with Tsurara's current attitude, you nod. "So what's the plan?"
She smiles, again, but this time there's no mirth or playfulness in it. "First, we hunt down the monster that tried to eat my future son-in-law and his mother. Second, you beat him up until you're satisfied he'll never trouble you again."
Something in Tsurara's tone gets your attention, and you take a good, solid, look at her. There's a cold, possessive glint in her eyes, that you've seen from Mizore only a few times.
...that Mizore usually tries to hide from you, you realize abruptly, and now you're thinking about those folk legends you've heard about Snow Women turning from elegant, perfect brides into homicidal maniacs. "Then," Tsurara says coldly, "I shoot the bastard until I'm satisfied that he'll never trouble my husband or my daughter again."
[]That's... pretty straightforward. Let's do it, then.
[]Should you be worrying for your safety?
[](write-in)
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I can get behind that
[X]That's... pretty straightforward. Let's do it, then.
[X]That's... pretty straightforward. Let's do it, then.
Nix's Warden
Welcome to Hades
- Location
- United States
[X]That's... pretty straightforward. Let's do it, then.
-[X] Does Mizore have her own....interesting hobbies?
Wow Moma Bear is Ice Cold and I looooooooooove it.
-[X] Does Mizore have her own....interesting hobbies?
Wow Moma Bear is Ice Cold and I looooooooooove it.
Giggity.
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Dragon of chaos
The Dragon who reads
- Location
- Minnesota, USA
[X]That's... pretty straightforward. Let's do it, then.
Time to show no mercy.
Time to show no mercy.
OverReactionGuy
Verified Sanity
Shit, we're getting Jotaro married to a yandere.
Potential yandere. We all should know that from canon RV. Besides, do you insinuated that Jotaro would be a two-timing douchebag?
The Fourth Monado
S U B A R A S H I I
- Location
- Away
[X]That's... pretty straightforward. Let's do it, then.
RazielOfSecrets
Verified Homo Sapiens
- Location
- Lansdale, Pennsylvania, USA
[X]That's... pretty straightforward. Let's do it, then.
Ars Poetica
ULTIMA RATIO NEMO OBLIGATUR
- Location
- The Kingdom of Fiore
- Pronouns
- He / Him / His
[X] While you are quite good at punching things, having a ranged option can't hurt.
Because when you're offered an entire armory of weapons to go monster hunting with, why wouldn't you take at least one gun?
Because when you're offered an entire armory of weapons to go monster hunting with, why wouldn't you take at least one gun?
EvaUnit01
Kept you waiting, huh?
It's less that Mizore (and even Tsurara for that matter) are yanderes, and more that they have a "yandere switch" that only gets triggered under certain conditions.
Tsurara is utterly secure in her relationship with Hiyasu, but external threats to her family exist only to be terminated with prejudice.
Similarly, Mizore knows that Jotaro wouldn't betray her for another woman... but if another woman sees fit to try and move in on her proverbial turf, she may well see fit to "cool their heads".
Veto'd. Note that Tsurara said she "would" offer Jotaro a firearm, but doesn't/isn't.
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- Location
- Germany
*Squints*
Wasn't he a japanese workaholic, which was why they lived in Japan in the first place or have I gone senile?
*blush*
Note to self; Must read slower, else things get lewd very quickly
*tsukkomi*
As if I can still believe that NOW!!!
- Location
- U.S.A.
[X]That's... pretty straightforward. Let's do it, then.
EvaUnit01
Kept you waiting, huh?
The JJBA wiki, for whatever that's worth, only says that Sadao is a "famous musician" and that he's frequently touring abroad.
As far as a 30 second google search worked out, I could find no further information on him at all, though he probably is a workaholic.
- Location
- U.S.A.
Wait... is anyone else worried about that politician coming soon? When did fairytale take over the place again?
Delta Green
Big Boss
- Location
- Classified
... Yes, because Fairy Tale will be able to match the Speedwagon Foundation's international reach, frankly ridiculous assets and experience with recognizing the Bizarre so they can throw a Jojo at the problem.
Ars Poetica
ULTIMA RATIO NEMO OBLIGATUR
- Location
- The Kingdom of Fiore
- Pronouns
- He / Him / His
My headcanon is that Jotaro's father is actually the composer for all of the songs we hear whenever the Stardust Crusaders are in a fight.
The fact that he's on tour while his son is traveling the world to kill a vampire to death is just a happy coincidence.
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
That'd make him pretty talented. But still wouldn't excuse his basic nonexistence in his son's life.
[X] That's... pretty straightforward. Let's do it, then.
Anyway, let's get our murder on before he strikes again.