“You should know by now that I’m not a very creative or imaginative person. I appreciate straightforwardness to get things done quickly, so just tell me what happened.”
Normally Jotaro isn’t the type to admit that he’s in need of help considering he usually just figures it out himself, but it’s been a few hours and he’s still lost. Honestly, he’s not sure of how he even got separated from the rest of the group in the first place. One minute he was trailing just barely behind his grandfather and his friends, and the next they weren’t there anymore. Granted, this was a bit of a crowded place and he was a little absorbed in his wandering thoughts, but surely it shouldn’t have happened so quick. Regardless, he’s searched for the rest of the group but to know avail. It certainly doesn’t help that he doesn’t even speak the local language around here, so he’s sort of at a loss.
At least, that’s what he thought until some young woman (probably around his own age, he figured_ politely approached him. He’s almost embarrassed to admit it (something about pride), but she could probably help him, so…
“Yes. I’ve been separated from my friends,” Jotaro says, briefly explaining what they look like to her in the hopes that maybe she’s seen them. If not, he also shares the name of the hotel his Old Man had them checked in at. While he speaks, though, Jotaro can’t help but feel a vague sense of familiarity. He knows he hasn’t met her, but he can’t shake that feeling. Maybe she’s a Stand User? He does tend to have a knack for running into those…
“Even if you can just direct me to a payphone around here that’d help.”
❛ Ladies don’t start fights, but they can finish them. ❜
❛ Do I have sparkling sapphire eyes that dazzle too? ❜
❛ The only thing predictable about life is its unpredictability. ❜
❛ You are braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. ❜
❛ Who’s to say I won’t live forever? ❜
❛ Is there any chance that I’m going to get super-strength in my hand? Because I’m not going to lie. That would be stupendous. ❜
❛ Man has always learned from the past. After all, you can’t learn history in reverse! ❜
❛ We mustn’t lurk in doorways. It’s rude. ❜
❛ Well, some people use their imagination. ❜
❛ My little baby, out to destroy people! ❜
❛ Who disturbs my slumber? ❜
❛ Who are you and how did you find me? ❜
❛ I warned you never to come here! ❜
❛ Shut the window. That bird is giving me a headache. ❜
❛ Teenagers. They think they know everything. ❜
❛ Look around you. This is where the path of hatred has brought us. ❜
❛ This? I’ve gotten out of worse scrapes than this. Can’t think of anything right now, but. ❜
❛ We done a lot of things we’re not proud of. Robbing graves, eh, plundering tombs, double parking. But, nobody got hurt. Well, maybe somebody got hurt, but nobody we knew. ❜
❛ Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or… learn from it. ❜
❛ No, look harder. ❜
❛ What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula? ❜
❛ You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us? ❜
❛ Oh, look at that. I’ve been impaled. ❜
❛ Wait, you got engaged to someone you just met that day? ❜
❛ Didn’t your parents ever warn you about strangers? ❜
❛ Oh, he’s so handsome. Just like his reward posters. ❜
❛ It appears that I now have an outlaw for an in-law. ❜
❛ Rob? Tsk tsk tsk. That’s a naughty word. We never rob. We just sort of borrow a bit from those who can afford it. ❜
❛ Merciful heavens! ❜
❛ Not to change the subject, but, um… ever chased chickens? ❜
❛ Just keep swimming. ❜
❛ Fish are friends, not food. ❜
❛ ‘Cause we were like, “woaaaah!”, and I was like, “woaaaah.” and you were like, “woaaahh…” ❜
❛ And-and I look at you, and I… and I’m home. ❜
❛ But if you want to leave, you can. I’ll remember you though. I remember everyone that leaves. ❜
❛ Oh good! My dog found the chainsaw! ❜
❛ I’m sorry I bit you… and pulled your hair… and punched you in the face… ❜
he approached the man ( who’d just finished giving a remarkable lecture! ) discreetly, waiting patiently behind the line of students who also wished to ask the marine biologist various inquiries based on the information given. head tilted down, coat collar popped up to his cheekbones & the rim of his hat pulled down— it was a wonder no one made it a point to notice him & ask him what he was doing there, what classes he took there, etc. a good thing too that no one took special note of him— his face usually sparks quite the scene.
finally, the last of the students bid him farewell and a gushing thank you, leaving him ample amount of time to converse with the other. making sure they all left the room, he finally lifted his head to greet him. “ hello, doc. pleasure to meet ya! a wonderful lecture you had just then— a real delight! i’m a bit of a scientist too, y’know. a chemist, actually. that’s how this— ” he gestures to his bleached white mien, “ happened. a clumsy accident. anyways! i’m talkin’ your ear off and i haven’t even told you my name! ” a leather-gloved hand reaches out to shake doctor kujo’s. “ jack white. you can call me mister j, if you like. ”
Normally Jotaro doesn’t share his findings and give lectures at universities. Still, he’s urged to because he has to make some show of the work and research he’s been doing in his actual field of study in addition to his side job. It’s in some city he’s never been to before—Gotham—and if he weren’t here on quick lecturing business he’d be tempted to tell the Speedwagon Foundation to look more into the happenings here. A city as shady and dark must have all sorts of whack-jobs and potentially villainous Stand Users looking to stir up trouble. He’s actually convinced something is bound to happen soon, so he’s constantly on his toes (as per usual). Answering questions had to be his least favorite part of this whole ordeal, more so when the most obviously questionable characters he’s seen since D I O stirs up conversation with him.
“Likewise, Mr. J,” Jotaro says, glancing at the hand offered to him. Due to his aroused suspicions he merely offers a nod instead of shaking this man’s hand, leaving out his own introductions as he glances around. This chemist is the only one left besides himself, so he decides to begin packing up his belongings while continuing this exchange. The sooner he can get out of here means he could potentially be back home and with his family for once in ages (but that’s wishful thinking since he’s sure something else will come up).
“What do you need? Is it regarding my presentation just now on the aquatic life at Morioh beach in Japan?” he asks, filing away his papers into their proper folders before clicking his briefcase closed. “Or is it something else? Don’t worry about time—I have some to spare for now.”
“Hmmn I do hope so, unlike you I have been researching this for a week or so….plus I got meeting in Portugal next week “ she said with small shrug of her shoulders. Even though she loved doing this sort of shady business, she d id had her mask to wear around more…civil public. Toying with streaks of her hair she had to give little chuckle at his last question, earning a wide grin from her. “Oh please money isnt everything ….lets say that you will owe me one ~”
It was not long before the car stopped in front of what it looked like a tall business like building, whole lot of windows, simple yet imposing. The security guards were at entrance much similar to Jotaro built wise. “Well…shall we put on a show ? “ she asked with grin not waiting for his response she had opened the car door fixing up the scarf around her shoulders, waiting for her partner to join her in this little affair.
“I agree. I was just under the impression that money was the language you spoke best,” comes Jotaro’s curt response. After that is followed by a brief silence. He’s thankful it’s kept that way since they suddenly arrive to their destination. This strange party or whatever… It still made him a little uncomfortable and unnerved to be around so many potential enemies and overall shady people. He hopes this will be quick. It’s already late and he’s not much a night owl. With a nod, Jotaro follows after het, standing behind just the slightest bit as if he was some sort of bodyguard, keeping his hands in his pocket and a stern frown and glare settled on his features.
“Lilith,” he says quietly, his watchful gaze darting around before he continues in a whisper, “Is there a way I can contact you if something goes awry?” Because he can’t just say something like that out loud. It’d be suspicious.
“I was just thinking, actually,” Jotaro huffs, raising a brow at the kid’s question. Given the awkward silence prior and Jotaro’s overall lack of communication skills especially when meeting strangers it’s only natural that he’d get lost in his own thoughts.
“Who are you again? One of Giorno’s friends, right?”
“Sorry about that. I’m just… baffled,” Jotaro says, finally pulling his gaze away from the younger man. He hadn’t even realized he was staring for as long as he was, but he couldn’t help it. That—what even was it?—Rohan wore on his head was very distracting. Distracting enough that he’d stared at it for a few moments, contemplating just what it was. A headband? A Crown? A part hat? Just another part of the young artist’s strange fashion sense, he assumed.
“What is that thing you wear on your head?” Jotaro asks, pointing to his own forehead to make sure Rohan doesn’t misinterpret his words and assume he’s insulting his hair in some roundabout way.
