multitudes

independent jojo's bizarre adventure multimuse! writing primarily part 5 characters. private, mutuals only.

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archived roleplay blog for jojo's bizarre adventure: part 2, part 5, and part 6! (but mostly 5) written by victoria (she/her, over 25)

RULES / MUSES / ASK

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Miss U ooee

<3

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ooee

"hm. would you care to speak in a decipherable language? your 'ooee' nonsense means nothing to me, man."

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just putting a note that this blog is archived! if i ever return to the jojo rpc it'd be with a new blog that'd be a lot more private -- otherwise, feel free to reach out and i can share the blog i'm on these days! (it's not jojo, but i'm down to do crossovers if anyone wishes!)

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man, diavolo is such an interesting character to me. imagine putting your whole life into your job as a formidable crime boss and then some 15 year old comes in and topples it all down and sends you to super endless death hell forever. like man what the fuuuuck

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❛  no, thank you. marijuana is a waste of time.  ❜

from bruno, to mista. the way god intended.

"aw, man... that's okay. i'm not gonna force you. i know your stance on these sorts of things." mista takes the blunt back, respecting his friend and capo's decision. "but if you ever chance your mind... y'know, weed is a pretty good anxiolytic. it's a GREAT way to calm down when stressed!"

he pauses, suddenly realizing how he must sound. "not that i'm constantly stressed or worried about stuff, or anything... or implying that YOU are! just sayin', it's not all that bad for everyone."

this fuckass prompt lol (accepting)

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PROMPTS FOR THROWING A BLUNT OUT OF A MOVING CAR. inspired by this comic. i don't know. do i really need to elaborate?

❛  hey, [name], buddy. do you want to smoke some weed?  ❜

❛  no, thank you. marijuana is a waste of time.  ❜

❛  are... are you sure? i... i bought it just for you...  ❜

❛  it's for your birthday, [name]...  ❜

❛  WHAT IS THIS?  ❜

❛  the crash nearly had you killed... but i saved this for you.  ❜

ACTION PROMPTS. add reverse to the name to reverse the action.

[ OFFER ] ― sender offers receiver a blunt or joint. [ REJECT ] ― sender rejects receiver's offer for a blunt or joint. [ THROW ] ― sender throws receiver's blunt out of a moving car. [ CRASH ] ― sender and receiver get into a car crash together. [ VISIT ] ― sender visits receiver in the hospital after a car crash. [ MEDICINE ] ― sender notices that receiver is receiving intravenous medicine.

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hey

"you... you have pink hair as well. could you be...?" related to diavolo? no, probably not. but diavolo's having a fucked up day, so seeing some random young girl with pink hair is more than a little haunting at the moment.

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"holy shit, dude! it IS cocktober, isn't it? and just in time for me to get this beautiful piece of male... i mean mail! how lucky am i?"

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"I gotta ask, Kars, are you a super vampire?"

"i'm a pillarman. in a way, i suppose you could say that i'm like a vampire... i have sharp teeth, inhuman abilities, and the sun once would have killed me."

a pause, and kars mulls over the question that the stranger has asked.

"however, vampires are my creation. any resemblance they bear to their creator is more than just coincidence... there's something to be said about human gods creating man in their own image, isn't there?" his expression shifts to a sharp-fanged grin. "though there's certainly a distinction, namely me being at the top of the food chain."

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"his name? alieo."

this is said without bothering to look up from the book he's reading. he sounds almost... defeated, as if being from another dimension have already worn him down.

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"yes... would you find that a fitting name for a little brother, wamuu?"

at this point, kars is definitely on some bullshit. but that doesn't mean he won't keep up the jig for the express purpose of sheer amusement.

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whats the baby called

"wouldn't you like to know?" kars turns around and you can see his sculpted ass peaking out from his loincloth as he walks away sassily.

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To the rest of the team, Abbacchio’s near-death was a part of life. Of course deep down it affected each of them differently, but they had the luxury of being used to the dangers that came along with their missions - Trish, she did not. The only death she’d ever witnessed beforehand was the death of her mother, and it still had never quite left her mind. The fact that she had so almost lost another person close to her, for what she viewed as only her own fault.

Trish didn’t believe in god, but was starting to believe in the devil. Regardless, every sleepless night of the events that had torn her life apart, she found herself praying to god, some god, that her friends would make it through. 

It was a miracle, then, that her prayers were answered when it came to Leone Abbacchio. Trish was glad - after all, her conscience would have been left in tatters if not for this fact. Leone, the team, they’d risked everything for her. And Trish wasn’t a pessimistic person, she knew she had worth - but was any one person worth that? Would she have done the same for a complete stranger? She was not sure she could say so.

It was most unfortunate, then, that Trish’s prayers had not answered true for everyone - then again, it was clear from the start that any of them succeeding was an unlikely feat. She tried not to dwell on it. Dwelling on it was useless, Giorno said. Instead, they should live their lives in their example. But that was easier said than done, and someone had to deliver the news to Leone.

Someone had to tell her that Bruno and Narancia had died for Trish. Giorno was too busy, he said, and Trish thought it likely that he was allowing his new duties to swallow him whole instead of the ocean of emotions they were all feeling. Mista too, made promises and was likely to take a while to show up for them. So it fell on Trish’s shoulders, the very one who felt like an outsider to it all, to bring Leone up to date. 

Trish approaches the meet-up spot, a hospital bench, trying to rehearse in her head the lines she had to speak, trying to come to terms with it herself. The air was crisp, a soft breeze tugged at the end of her skirt, and all in all, it looked like a perfect day. You’d be forgiven for thinking nothing had changed, yet everything had.

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it was a bit of a miracle that leone could make it out this far into the world, outside of the hospital—it would've been far too easy to give up. (even easier to die, really, given the circumstances.) yet, leone abbacchio was one stubborn individual, especially when it came to loyalty to her team. if she had to keep pushing on amidst the misery and ache from her recent near-death experience, then so be it.

seeing a familiar face would surely soothe her aches. upon seeing trish, she perked up, brows raised. she hadn't gotten to know the girl very well, though even over a course of a week, she felt more of a kinship than she had with most people. going through a traumatic ordeal could have such an effect, leone supposed.

"hey," she greeted, tone comparatively casual. her usual grumpy demeanor, while not entirely gone, had been dulled down a bit. whether it was the painkillers or the lack of being placed in a dire situation, she couldn't say. "nice to see someone other than some hospital staff, for once. how are you holding up?"

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doppio can't help a quiet, tired sound of happiness at the boss' kind words. it warmed her heart ever so much, to know the hard work she puts in to passione is appreciated ... she'd be quite upset otherwise ! & strive to do better, to make him proud & happy ... it's all she ever wanted in life ( aside from a treat here & there too, of course ! )

" yeah, probably ... " another yawn escapes her & she rubs at right eye with the back of a finger. an uncomfortable pressure behind it bordering on a headache. but she's had far worse headaches in the past, this one wasn't worth grumbling about nor wasting pain killers on, " i think i'm going to head back now. " to the motel, that is, which thankfully was only ten minutes away by foot if the traffic was bad.

keeping phone in hand, doppio stands & gives a big satisfying stretch, before giving a little goodbye wave to the ducks, " see ya later, duckies. " & heading down the quieting park pathway, phone returned to ear, " you still there, boss ? if there's anything you need me to do before i conk out for the night, let me know. unless it's something i need to focus on. " she'd only fall asleep, or fuck up somehow, & the boss only deserved the best ( & not a sleepy consigliere. )

upon leaving the confines of the park, doppio comes to a brief halt on the sidewalk as she waits to hear a response from him. eyes wander along the street, paying little attention to surroundings. fingers idly picking at a loose thread on the strap of her messenger bag hanging from shoulder, " i might grab a few things from the store nearby ... " @bizzarrra

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the whisper of a headache affects diavolo as well; this is often the case when they come close to switching places. diavolo realizes that he is pushing the boundary of false distance between the two by merely having such a casual chat... perhaps an even more cautious boss would want to end it here... but what's so truly wrong with a bit of self indulgence?

"i would recommend you do," he tells her in an utmost serious tone, in spite of the moment's lack of urgency. "taking a trip to the store will mitigate any issues you might face from... a lack of necessities."

how vague. yet, he can't go to the store on his own unless it's totally dire! so, of course his dearest, sweetest doppio is his most valuable person in this operation. not only in passione, but in her carrying out of day-to-day tasks as well...

"tell me, my beloved underboss," he starts again, more affectionate this time, "what do you seek to retrieve from the store?" is this small talk? perhaps. or, perhaps it just sounds like a mafia boss being all too interested in the mundane. & maybe he is, as a treat. the mind would be awfully lonely if not for their shared presence.

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''don't be a stranger, okay?'' ''never again. i promise.''

(promo credit to the wonderful @crocifissione)

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It wasn't often that Jotaro got into a conversation with a stranger about crime. Marine life? Sure, because that was where his career had gone from the time he'd left high school and into college.

Naples, though, had been where the most crime was prevalent. It wasn't that uncommon to find a store being broken into, a body laying lifeless upon the streets - a homeless man being arrested for whatever drugs were found upon his person. Perhaps it was just like anywhere else. Hearing the others words had garnered a soft hum from the Joestar, a hand raising to grasp the bill of his hat and tug upon it.

Good grief, though.

Sigh.

The guess had been correct. Teals opened to fix focus upon the other, his head tilting a moment while a small heads up had been given. That had garnered a small quirk of the lips from Jotaro, "You'd be guessing right. I'm here on some...personal business." The raven haired biologist answered, hands slipping into his pockets. "Does the name Giorno Giovanna ring a bell?"

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hearing that this man was here on personal business wouldn't have otherwise caught leone's attention—she didn't make what strangers did her business—but the mention of a familiar name certainly caught her attention.

"it might," she cautiously replied. of course, she knew the kid; she worked with him, after all. but opening up about her business with the mafia wasn't something that abbacchio did on the regular unless prompted.

this guy didn't look malicious—hell, he didn't even look like he was in the mafia. still, leone always had personal reasons to be cautious towards others. until given a reason, she'd stand her ground. (no pun intended with the word stand, of course. moody blues likely wouldn't be needed here...)

a hand on one hip, she cocked an eyebrow and sized the guy up "who's asking? do you have some kind of personal relation to him, or something?"

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it's implied lisa lisa trained a fair few students who didn't make it - did they all affect her severely, or are some students simply more important to her?

lisa lisa never took the loss of her students lightly. she understands that hamon is a dangerous ability to practice and perfect, and the training just as risky. even so, she doesn't take pride in losing students; it's something she regards as a painful but necessary part of training others in the art of hamon.

admittedly, certain students are important to her; her history working with mario zeppeli has made caesar all the more important to her. her role as a mentor towards caesar is so closs that it sometimes feels as if it blends between mentoring and maternal. she's not blind to the irony of that, when she does already have her own estranged son.