He may have flinched for a moment, but after taking a deep breath, Kristopher turned to face Seventh again, brushing aside the sudden appearance of the other person as a minor distraction at most.
“So you’ve encountered… others… with Wildhearts as well? This still isn’t making much sense to me, but I’m willing to listen to everything you have to say about it.”
His words were rushed, and it was clear that he was desperate to get the explanation as soon as possible, before the tension could crush him completely. (After all, should things go awry, he had already planned out how to run to the door. Snipers and soldiers weren’t as much of a threat compared to a room full of stand users )
Oh, of course Utani would show up, and of course he’d harass the newbie right away. Seventh rolls her eyes, but thankfully she doesn’t need to redirect attention to herself.
“It was...a long time ago. I...The other Wildhearts user I knew doesn’t come to the Ghost House anymore.” Well, technically, that version of herself was long gone. She’s just a Carpenters user now.
But enough about that. She hadn’t even actually explained anything. So she’ll dismiss Carpenters to show that she didn’t mean any threat...granted, it was a little late to do that.
“So...I’m not sure where to start exactly, but the best way I guess is to explain what we are. The fact that you can come here, and you’ve got a Stand like that means you’re an Observer too...”
Utani’s not one to sit out when explanations are to be had. He taps Kristopher’s shoulder, not caring if he’s just getting ignored more. If the other boy wanted answers, then he would have to listen anyway. Utani considered himself much better at giving out information after all.
“Allow me.”
“Observers are basically agents of the Universe assigned to decide what ending and version of events come true. None of us knew about this until visiting this place, so don’t worry too much about it.” Despite the crass introduction he’d had, it seemed he actually did know a lot about this. Where could he have learned it from..?
“You know your journey to Egypt with the Joestars? Specifically, we’re meant to decide how that plays out and ends. We have the power to change destiny, depending on the things we do. Most of us have gone on that road trip several times...and it’s up to you to decide how yours ends permanently. I’m stillnot sure about my own, you know, but since we don’t actually remember anything about repeats or stuff during the journey, things can change for us and we might not even pick an ending we actually want. Still with me here?”
Kristopher stumbled back, with only the faint apparition of Wildhearts keeping him from falling unto the floor. The stand stuck around for a moment, almost as though it were making sure its’ user had regained his balance, before disappearing as quickly as it came.
“You… no, everyone here? I don’t understand how that’s possible…”
He glanced around from face to face, before shifting his focus towards the mysterious girl yet again. There was something about her words that sent a chill up his spine… or was it that odd feeling just creeping up on him?
What the hell was that odd feeling, anyway?!
That...that Stand! Her eyes widen, and instead of the user, her focus is now on the Stand.
“W-Wildhearts...? Is that you...?”
But...no, wasn’t it that multiple people could have the same Stand here? There had been three people with Carpenters here before, herself included. She quickly stepped back and drew in a breath.
“I’m...sorry, I’m just familiar with your Stand, I knew someone who had it too. I-I suppose I should explain from the beginning...But it might be best if you sat down.”
She beckons him to a couch nearby, and waits until he sits before starting.
Well, she tries to start, but she barely gets a word in when a certain house jerk sidles up to them and plops himself down on Kristopher’s other side.
[ By “other kids” in the Ghost House, Seventh really just means my other 7th Stand User OCs. I have a good number of them and most of them actually have blogs from forever ago, but I’m still not sure if I’ll really bring them all back!
But for reference’s sake, here they are and some quick descriptions. Like the Creator, they might occasionally in threads, with my partners’ permission of course.
Feel free to ask me stuff about them too!
Hoshi - It’s...a really short 13 year old kid? He’s really temperamental, and insists he’s not a little kid. His Stand is Quicksilver. When he panics or gets angry, he loses control and fires lasers everywhere. He’s the only one who isn’t repeating the journey to Egypt endlessly, and claims to be traveling to Egypt with not only the Joestars, but his parents and sister too.
“Hasegawa” - A fairly quiet boy who keeps to himself most of the time. His Stand is, curiously, also Quicksilver, and he does bear a strange resemblance to the aforementioned 13 year old...
Yanase - A tall boy who never seems to move from the couch he claimed in the corner. He’s always seen drinking soda and seems to get them from out of nowhere. His Stand is Pixies, a giant tree that can spawn little, well, pixies. He seems to be quite friendly, but there always seems to be a rather dangerous air around him.
Utani - A self-professed jerk who spends all his time thinking of new ways to troll everyone in the House and constantly bragging about that one time he flooded the Ghost House with his favorite drink, juice. His Stand is Pharoah Sanders, a platoon of buff men who control electricity. Hangs out with Yanase a lot, for some reason...?
Daisuke - A chubby boy who manages to bring a little cheer to the Ghost House. He’s constantly doing errands for god knows who, but doesn’t seem to mind having work to do. His Stand is Adam Ant, a swarm of insects that do as he says.
Emiri - A petite girl who helps Daisuke with his errands a lot of the time. Though she’s quiet most of the time, she doesn’t hesitate to speak up about matters in the Ghost House. Her Stand is Cardigans, a nurse that allows her to heal her allies.
Aoida - One of the few adults here, probably the only actual adult really. Rather than being a student, she’s a teacher at Jotaro’s school (and is based on one of the teachers in the game) and is quite the strict lady. Her Stand is Red Garland, a Stand that just wants to punch things and inflict status effects on them and is not similar to Star Platinum at all.
And for the sake of being complete:
Cael - A weirdly armored man who spends most of his time passed out on a couch in a drunken stupor. Wait, is this guy even Japanese? Or a teenager? He claims to be a mercenary from a completely different world, one with a tower that stretches multiple realms, and seems to worship the Creator religiously...and also he has an actual sword. His Stand is Caravan, a weird bird like creature with a sackful of useful items.
Tense and uncertain, Kristopher took a defensive stance, looking the stranger straight in the eyes and taking a deep breath before speaking up again.
“Beg pardon, but I have no clue what you’re talking about.”
He wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. He had met all sorts of strange people on his way to Cairo, friends, foes, stands, stand users and all else. After all that, he assumed he had seen everything.
And yet meeting this stranger felt like something else entirely.
“Oh, I forgot how confusing it can be...”
It had been so, so long since she first came here...she actually could not remember what it was like to be new to the Ghost House. It was the only home she really knew now, the one place she would always come back to.
“Well, you see...let me preface my explanation with this.” Here, she summoned Carpenters and let it hover beside her, its mechanical tail coiling around her waist. “You have one too, right?”
She smiled at him. “And you’ve been to Egypt, right? Or at least, that’s your destination. You’ve met the Joestars, and the many Stand users that evil vampire sent your way...”
“I did that too. You see the other kids here? There used to be a lot more of us...but all of us did that too. Most of them are still doing it.”
Considering the kinds of messes Kristopher often found himself in within the past few days, it was no surprise to him that he would end up facing even stranger occurrences. One thing lead to another, and after being cornered by an onslaught of minor foes, he suddenly found himself in a familiar room, face-to-face with an unfamiliar figure.
“Huh,” In between his confusion and exhaustion, there was barely enough space for any better words. “Well… you’re not Emporio.”
So here was a newcomer to the Ghost House...She smiles at him brightly, quite glad to see another Observer here. And here she was thinking that somehow, her beloved Ghost House had gotten cut off from everyone else.
“Definitely not, no.”
She gestures around her, having picked up quite the dramatic flair. “I’m sure you’ve visited this place many times, and never seen anyone but Emporio here. Well, stranger, welcome to the real Ghost House!”
What a stupid question.. Of all things to ask.. At least it wasn’t the usual ‘uhhhh did you dye it?’ no dipshit I was born with a black strip- of course it’s dyed.
“What..? You mean my hair…? I own a brush.” He wasn’t trying to be sarcastic he genuinely didn’t understand the question. It’s not that he didn’t understand the meaning, but was so baffled that someone would even bother asking something so stupid.
She pauses, blinking at him. “What - oh, no I mean...the dyed part.”
Of course she’d recognize it as dyed, she used to do that in her timelines until one day some cosmic force decided she would just always have black hair rather than blonde.
“Is it always that straight and neat of a shape? Doesn’t it ever get messed up? Or do you just...brush it that often?
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