If anyone else would like to share their thoughts on how I'm doing with this Moka Sidestory series (either the latest update, or the series as a whole), I'd appreciate it.

Beyond that, I'll try to get the Jotaro update done by... eh, sometime comparatively soon by my standards.
I like it, and I appreciate you doing it because we barely get any Moka stuff otherwise.
It's one of the high points.
 
"You done lazing about Jotero?"
He is not an average Joe(taro), that's for sure.

I bet it makes the best beer.

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Is it that guy who played Luke Skywalker? And voiced Joker in one of the cartoons? I've heard he's quite an enchanting actor.

I can also do the serious proof-reading and typo-catching thing if you ask.
 
He is not an average Joe(taro), that's for sure.

I bet it makes the best beer.

Is it that guy who played Luke Skywalker? And voiced Joker in one of the cartoons? I've heard he's quite an enchanting actor.

I can also do the serious proof-reading and typo-catching thing if you ask.
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Jokes aside I'd appreciate it was kinda rushed towards the end .
 
if it's not too much in the way of spoilers how much does the Speedwagon foundation know about monsters?
Enough to be considered a "significant faction" in the monster world, though they don't have the reach or power that Fairy Tale and Judas do.

Avdol is part-Witch, as you may recall, and they do have a couple of other monsters in their employment.
 
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Enough to be considered a "significant faction" in the monster world, though they don't have the reach or power that Fairy Tale and Judas do.

Avdol is part-Witch, as you may recall, and they do have a couple of other monsters in their employment.

Neat I'll start up my Omake tomorrow then.

Heh and to think the SWF was only created because Johnathan Joestar was so noble he turned a hardned streetthug into a good hearted gentleman business superstar just be being kind and kickass .Johnathan might be the least " interesting" Jojo but her certainly knew how to pick his friends.
 
Update 136 - No Such Thing As An Owner's Manual
As the two of you near the Shirayuki resort, you decide on a course of action. "Is there somewhere I can make a call in private?"

Tsurara raises an eyebrow at you, before idly gesturing at the wilderness around you.

"....without freezing my ass off?"

The woman elegantly raises a sleeved to cover her mouth, but not quite fast enough to keep you from noticing her cheeky grin. "Picky, aren't you?"

As much as that behavior pisses you off --

ORR- fucking Christ!

...if teasing you helps Tsurara to deal with recent events, then you suppose you should allow it. What a fucking pain...

"Once we're back, I'll let Mizore know you need some time to yourself -- feel free to make use of any guest room you like."

...that works.

The remainder of the hike passes in silence.

Mizore's waiting for you by the door, with a small smile on her face. "Welcome back."

You observe for a moment, and can't help but wonder if she's been practicing that in front of a mirror. Not because it in any way seems fake or insincere, but because... well, because you caught her browsing a magazine for wedding dress designs the other night. It wouldn't surprise you if Mizore tried to practice "acting like a wife". Or at least, whatever she imagines it might be like.

Tch. All she needs to do is be herself....

"Good to be back."

You step through the door, ignoring whatever the mother and daughter duo might be saying to each other. First order of business is to grab your phone. You're in the human world, so logically you could use any phone in the building... but if you used a different phone, Joseph might just look at the caller ID and decide to ignore it if it shows an unfamiliar number.

Before long at all, Mizore starts following you. Her footsteps are soft enough that you can't hear them for the sound of your own, and she's not radiating any cold... but you just know her well enough that you can tell she's there, behind you.

"I... have some stuff to try and deal with. I promise I'll tell you about it later, but..."

Your Stand bursts out from your body, and it's all you can do to keep it from barreling into your girl at full force.

"It's best if I'm alone right now. For everyone's sake."

"I... I see. I'll see you later, then."

She might be walking away, but you're sure she'll be poking her nose into your business far earlier than you want her to.

Well, that's just who she is, you guess.

Stepping into the comparative privacy of your room, you make sure to put a fresh battery in the phone before making the call.

After about a minute or so, someone picks up. "I thought you'd be too busy enjoying your summer vacation to call, Jotaro. I assume something serious has happened?"

This is going to be such a fucking pain, but you'd better tell him everything, or else anything you try to hide will come back to bite you later.

"...the short version is that I have a Stand now, and I'm struggling to control it."

There's silence, on the other end of the line, and what sounds like a muted 'Son of a bitch...', until eventually he replies. "I've summoned my resident expert. Until he gets here to talk to you, I want you to tell me everything."

So you do. You talk about Terada; what he'd try to do to you and your mother, what he did to your girlfriend's parents and an unknowable number of innocents, and a summary of how you and Tsurara sent that son of a bitch right back to Hell where he belongs.

"...I see."

Bizarrely, he almost sounds relieved. "Under those kinds of circumstances, it doesn't surprise me that you awakened a Stand. That it seems unruly is quite troubling, but my resident Stand expert just entered the room. I trust this man with my life, and you should consider his advice as if it were my own."

Not even in your top 20 things you'd care to be listening to, but.... as much as it angers you to admit it, you need to. For Holly's, Mizore's, and everyone else's sake.

When your Stand interacts with something, you feel as if you're doing it with your own hands. The idea that your Stand could break your own mother's neck, or cripple Mizore or something, all because you weren't able to control it, is.... terrifying.

The hell with losing someone you love in the first place, but especially fuck losing 'em like that.

The next voice you hear is a rich, deep baritone. "My name is Mohammed Avdol," he begins. "I understand you're the type who prefers action over words, so I'll try to keep this brief."

...huh. Actually, you do appreciate that. "Fine."

"My insights will be limited until there's a chance to witness your Stand in person, but for now..."

There's an extended silence of several seconds, with the distant sound of calm breathing as the only sign the call hasn't dropped. "I have the impression that your Stand is strictly humanoid in form, and that it either stops moving or dramatically loses power at a range further than three meters or so. Based on what I can gather, it appears to be astoundingly powerful in terms of speed and brute force. I also sense that it has some manner of hidden power, though I can't imagine how to draw it out at this stage."

"The hell are you, some kind of psychic?"

The words come out of your mouth almost before you realize it. Given that the old man described Stands as a form of ESP, that would technically make you a psychic as well. You get the sense that the man on the other end of the call, this Avdol, is grinning.

"You might say something like that."

Good grief....

"In many ways, a Stand is like a muscle. It takes training to learn how to use it to its fullest, and it seldom happens overnight. In your case, I would recommend meditation as your first step. Focus on materializing the Stand all at once, and then practice exerting your will on it daily, one body part at a time. It's more of an art than a science, but this should help you to get started."

"I see."

"A Stand is an expression of one's own self," he continues. "Above all else, follow your instincts."

A moment later, Joseph's on the phone again. "Jotaro... I'm sure you remember from Witch Hill, but I'm going to ask you again: please, don't tell your mother about any of this Stand business. As much as possible, I want to keep her out of it."

You're not entirely sure about the point of that, given she already knows about youkai, but.... for all that you've seen him act like a goofball driven by whimsy, he's serious. You almost feel like there's something specific about Stands that he wants to keep secret from her.

[]Sure, you'll keep quiet about Stands. The old man has his reasons, and it's not like you were planning to make a big deal out of it in the first place.
[]....both her father and her son are Stand users, now. Is the old man worried about Holly developing a Stand of her own?
 
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...How does he expect us to keep this a secret, again?
We need to trust our instincts, which means actually using the Stand.
How does he expect us to pull that off when we can't just head away from everyone here?
 
...How does he expect us to keep this a secret, again?
We need to trust our instincts, which means actually using the Stand.
How does he expect us to pull that off when we can't just head away from everyone here?
Stands are invisible to non stand users.

[X]....both her father and her son are Stand users, now. Is the old man worried about Holly developing a Stand of her own?
 
Glad to put the most awkward several minutes of my life behind me, I step into Youkai Academy's infirmary.

Something's wrong with me, for me to have a dizzy spell like that so early into the day. I mean, I even drank a whole pack of blood this morning! I should be good until lunch! So as much as I don't want to stand out and look like a loser by showing up late to class on the first day, I have to address my body before anything else.

The only thing worse than being known as 'late girl' would be if I were 'terminally klutzy late girl'.

"Oh my. Someone's already feeling down on the first day?" asks the doctor. She looks kind of stern... but at first glance, I don't think she's unkind.

...great. I know that students aren't supposed to reveal their race to each other, but I don't remember if that applied to staff or not.

Still, I guess she can't help me if I don't explain my problem. "Um... I had an anemic attack earlier. I got really dizzy, and I almost passed out."

The nurse hmms, as she walks over to a filing cabinet. At about the time she makes it halfway, I suddenly catch myself staring, and sheepishly look away.

"I don't recall having seen you before," she says kindly. "I assume you're a new student?"

"Y-yes," I didn't mean to stammer. I was just a little surprised by the suddenness of her question. "That's right. My name is Moka Akashiya, and this is my first year at Youkai Academy."

The nurse nods, softly murmuring some tune I swear I've heard on the radio before but can't identify now. Eventually, she pulls out some files. "It says here that you're a vampire," she murmurs, which I suppose answers that question neatly enough. "Judging by the way you spoke a minute ago, it sounds like this has been a recurrent theme for some time now."

She says that like I've done something wrong, and I don't know how I'm supposed to respond to that. "It..." I start to say only, but I feel like that'll make her angry with me, and now I'm kind of starting to get worried too. "...started happening in the last two or three years, I think."

The doctor nods, hm-ing thoughtfully. "And your dietary habits? On average, much blood would you say you drink in a day?"

In a day? Well, usually I go through one transfusion pack with every meal, but sometimes I get caught up during midday and can't have lunch at home, in which case I have to go without. Let's see, most of the transfusion packs I get are about a half liter or so, so.....

"Ah... normally about a liter and a half per day, but sometimes I can't get enough privacy to have a pack at lunch, so on those days I either do without or try to have it when I get home."

As I answer her question, the doctor just... stares at me for a minute. "So you're saying that on average, you drink less than a liter and a half of blood per day."

"....yes?"

A deep, angry glare blooms on her face. "Are you trying to kill yourself?! What is this, some kind of brainless weight loss nonsense?!"

She can't go around making assumptions like that! She doesn't even know me! How dare she...! "Listen, I've maintained the same blood intake my mother told me I needed since I was a little girl!"

The doctor rolls her eyes. "That'd be fine if you were still eight," she snaps, "but vampires undergo a lot of power fluctuations during puberty, so you need a considerably higher blood intake in order to stabilize. And after you consider quality degradation as a result of storage, even if it's chilled or frozen, a girl of your age and size needs to be drinking at least four liters of donated blood every day religiously."

FOUR LITERS A DAY?! "That's more blood than I have in my whole body!"

The doctor rolls her shoulders, shifting her weight from one side to the other. "Well, that's if we're talking about donated blood that's been out of the body for more than an hour or so. If you were to actually go around drinking fresh blood while it's still got all of its energy, you should be fine with about two liters."

Crossing her arms over her chest, she lets out a sigh. "Seriously, didn't your parents ever tell you any of that?"
"I'M the one you married, Issa! ME, Issa, NOT HER! Now I want her bastard out of our home!"
I feel.... empty, hollow. Like a part of me's been carved out with a knife. "I haven't lived with my family in almost five years," I reply. Even my own voice sounds somewhat distant. "No one ever told me anything like that."

Why?

Why didn't someone... why didn't anyone ever tell me that before? Not Aqua, not Kahlua, not Father...
I thought they loved me, but they didn't even care enough to make sure I was eating properly.
Ah! There's a hand on my shoulder! ...oh, it's the doctor.
Could this just be a big misunderstanding? Maybe everyone thought I already knew about it, or that someone else told me?
"I'm sorry," she awkwardly says. "I didn't realize what kind of situation you were in."

"I... I..."

What am I even supposed to say?

"Look," the doctor says, "we've got... a lot of stored blood for assorted purposes, but you really are going to be better off if you can drink as much fresh blood as you can."

Right. Yeah. I need to drink either two thirds or twice the amount of blood in my body daily, at least.

One blood snack later, and I'm cleared to actually go to class now.

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"And incidentally, students," I hear from the other side of the classroom wall, "we have another student. Will you please welcome, Moka Akashiya!"

I throw the door open in my nervous excitement! ...and accidentally shake the wall enough in doing so to make some dust fall down. Great, they must think I'm some kind of freak. Can't show up to class on time on the first day, can't maintain a decent limit on my powers -

"Holy shit, what a babe!"

"Those hips-waist-bust proportions... she's a Perfect Ten!"

"Man, the only place I've ever seen a prettier face than that is in my fantasies!"

"Wow, TMI much?"

"But, like, seriously though! Her hair's so long, but I don't see any tangles or splits or anything!"

"Me neither! I have got to know what kind of conditioner she uses!"

"Not to mention how utterly immaculate her uniform is! Ah~, truly a member of the b-e-a-utiful elite!"

"Dibs on 'private study sessions'!"
Please don't say that when you're looking at me like I'm a piece of meat.
"That's not a thing you can dibs, you bastard!"

What the--?! I, I.... I can't handle this much attention all at once! What am I supposed to do?! My heart's pounding so hard I can hear the rush of blood in my ears! That's not normal! I mean, it's not like I want a bad reputation, but isn't this kind of excitement a little excessive?!
Why are they talking so much about me when they don't even know anything about me?!
Please, I catch myself thinking as my eyes desperately scan the room, let there be even one other student in this room I can actually sit down and talk with instead of being gawked at --

Oh my! "Hey, Tsukune!"

If I just focus all of my attention on Tsukune instead of the chattering all around me, then everything starts becoming bearable again.

Of course, the consequence of that is that I'm noticing everything about Tsukune. Even from halfway across the room, I can already pick out his scent. Not that I'm any kind of expert, but he smells kind of... nervous. No, no, if I look at the way he's trembling, or the fact his eyes are practically as wide as dinner plates, I think super freaked out is more accurate.

I mean, sure, my first day of school's kind of turning into a mess too, but at least we kind-of-sort-of already know each other a little bit. Hopefully, a friendly face will help set him at ease.

"Who ever would've thought we'd be in the same class together? I mean, I was really anxious because I didn't know anybody, but I feel like I can handle things a lot more easily if you're here with me!"

Tsukune does relax a bit, and I can't help but feel happy seeing it. All the same, though, he does still seem kind of tense...

...oh no. What if the reason he's freaking out is because I sucked his blood earlier?! I mean, sure I got a little crazy back there because of my anemia, but that's no excuse! I didn't even have the decency to ask if I could suck his blood, I just up and randomly did it without so much as a thank-you, like some kind of filthy parasite!

...and if I really look, I can actually still see the puncture wounds from where I sunk my fangs in him, meaning they haven't fully healed up yet...
But God help me, his blood was nothing short of amazing~
I... I have to try and make it up to him somehow, if I can. At the very least, I definitely need to apologize.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the teacher - what was her name? Ms. Nekonome, wasn't it? - idly checking her watch. She seems really friendly, but I can't expect her to indulge me forever before she gets class going properly.

But I can't just out myself as a vampire in front of everyone like this, so....

"Tsukune, I've got some stuff I really want to talk to you about. Can we get together sometime after class?"

Tsukune blinks and stammers for a moment, before he smiles. "S-sure thing, Moka. I was... I actually wanted to talk with you again anyway."

He... wanted to see me again? He still does? Even after that horrible, horrible first impression I made earlier? Oh, that makes me feel so much better, like there's a huge weight lifted from my shoulders. I feel like I can stand a little straighter and walk a little taller, now.

"It's a date then! I'll see you at lunch, Tsukune!"

Aaaand of course there isn't an empty seat anywhere close to my new friend's, but at least I'm feeling hopeful now. Sure, things might still be a little overwhelming, but as long as I'm not totally alone, I'm sure I can get through it!

"What the hell does a grade-A piece of honey like her see in a scrawny little geek like him?!"

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Later that day...

Well, THAT was completely and utterly nerve-wracking! That pushy sleazeball kept trying to harass me into being his girlfriend, and he was about to beat up Tsukune!

I felt so... so helpless. I didn't want Tsukune to get hurt, but I didn't want to give that jerk any encouragement to think he could do whatever he wanted with me, either.

As much as he scares the bajeezus out of me, we were really lucky that senpai who was with Tsukune this morning showed up. Even if he kind of looks like a serial killer....

"Tsukune, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Hm? Yeah, of course."

I know it's not really my business, but I can't help but be curious. "How do you feel... about humans?"

He looks at me kind of funny, and rubs the back of his head. "I, um, don't really understand what you're asking?"

...I guess it was pretty vague. "Well, it's just that... before, when I went to school in the human world, the other kids always bullied me when I tried to introduce myself as a vampire. Even now, a part of me kind of hates the humans because of how much they hurt me. But now that I'm among other monsters, I want to know if there are other people who went through that kind of thing, or if it was just me."

And I don't really know what kind of answer I want to that question. On the one hand, if other monsters had a lot of positive experiences with humans, then that proves that humans aren't all that bad. But if my experiences are unique, then it's another thing that separates me from other people.

I'm so anxious, I can hardly even bear to look at Tsukune, so I almost miss it when he speaks up. "Moka... what if I were one of those humans?"

I feel... cold. As if every blood cell in my body instantly froze solid.

Slowly, I resist my body's urge to remain still, and turn to look at him. "....what?"

He's looking down at the ground, and I can't see his eyes for the way they're covered by his hair. "If I were a human, would you hate me too?"

"Tsukune, I don't...." understand why you're asking me that, I started to say, before I suddenly realized the only reason a person would ever ask a question like that.

Before I can utter another word, he runs off toward the boys' dorms, and I'm left uselessly reaching out toward the spot where he used to be standing.

Oh God, what have I done?
Think I got them all.
So!
Hora Hora!
 
[X]Sure, you'll keep quiet about Stands. The old man has his reasons, and it's not like you were planning to make a big deal out of it in the first place.
 
[X]Sure, you'll keep quiet about Stands. The old man has his reasons, and it's not like you were planning to make a big deal out of it in the first place.
 
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