★ Hoshi Hasegawa ★

Quicksilver. 13 years old. Travels with his family. A 7th Stand User RP blog. Sideblog.

[hoshibeam]

danpxnn:

Quiet as it was in the ghost house and with nothing to do besides to stare at the ceiling ( which annoyed him beyond belief — he thought it’d be impossible to have nothing to do, but it happened regardless ) so he found himself beginning to doze off on one of the couches. 

But just before he could really sink into that couch, there was an audible thump next to him, so he groggily opened an eyelid to see who it was.

The first thing he noticed was the clothes, especially of how… tightly fitting they were. Mouthing a flat ‘what’, he shifted his head to just blankly stare at whoever this is— plainly obvious that it’s taking him a moment to piece together at what exactly he’s looking at here.

He doesn’t notice someone staring at him at first, busy as he is trying to keep his dignity still somehow while dressed like this. The skirt just keeps bouncing back up however, and eventually he realizes it’s a futile effort.

He sighs, closes his eyes, and leans back against the couch, thankful he’s at least short enough that all anyone can see of him from behind the couch is the very top of his head.

He might as well adjust to his situation for now right? He shifts and turns, trying to find a more comfortable position to sit in, opening his eyes and...

Oh. He wasn’t alone.

It’s that man who had been attacking Yanase...He’d heard from Yanase afterwards that this man was actually Steel, something that he isn’t sure he can fully wrap his mind around. But still, the man was staring at him, so he figures he has to say something.

“Um. I swear it’s not what it looks like. This is the first time this has...well, okay I got hit with this curse before but this is the first time since then that this has happened. I’m a victim here.”

[hoshibeam]

danpxnn

Hasegawa steps into the ghost house, and glances around. Just an ordinary day it seemed, if quieter than usua...

It comes without any warning, just one moment, he’s standing there like normal, in the next, Hasegawa is looking down to find himself in a very familiar outfit.

“...are you kidding me.” So the curse was still on him after all, and sadly it was not any more comfortable than before. The skirt of the maid outfit is still way too short for him, so he’ll just--cheeks red, clearly embarrassed--scurry on over to one of the couches and keep trying to pull the skirt down over his privates.

[hoshibeam]

“Hoshi Beamu~!” ☆

He seems to be striking a pose with Quicksilver visibly on his arm. Does he think no one’s in the ghost house with him right now?

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can’t blame them ‘cause you’re so short people have to use a magnifing glass to see you. shoud’ve ate your vegetables when you had the chance, kid.

[hoshibeam]

...!

....

“HOSHI KICK!”

[hoshibeam]

wait a sec I still exist

[crashshot-blog]

Now it’s more skimpy than before. And tighter around the legs too, ugh, they’re seeing things they don’t even want to see. They cringe in sympathy for the other Hoshi, giving him a supportive pat on the sholder…maybe this wasn’t such a good idea in the first place. Any more attempts to remove it will probably end with a maid outfit bikini or something.

[Bad idea Rin, should’ve really thought this thro–] Then that tell-tale chuckle snaps them out of it, and they notice him attempting to sneak off. Of course, there had to be a catch. There’s always a catch with him.

There’s no way they can stop him now, but at least they can try to get an answer that isn’t vague as hell out of him.

“Not just–Alright, what else did you do.” 

[hoshibeam]

He sits back down, deciding that it’s easier to hide certain things while sitting down. There’s no avoiding the way the shorter skirt rides up though.

He smirks to himself. “Where’s the fun in telling you...? Ah, but I do believe they’re here already.”

Two doors--one the Observer’s World’s, the other the Sanctury’s--slam open at that moment. And the Creator just disappears.

It’s the Sevenths, both dressed in the...skimpier version of the maid outfit. And both take one good look at a bewildered Hasegawa sitting near Rin, before making a beeline for them.

“R I N!”

[crashshot-blog]

Before they could get Carpenters to disassemble the outfit, Hoshi’s punch hits them in the face, sending them down to the floor. They weren’t expecting to be punched, but now they really just wished they went with the idea of dangling the kid over the eldrich abomination in the first place. 

Would’ve saved them being punched in the face. For a small kid, that’s…going to leave a bruise later.

They pick themselves off the floor, their attention now directly on Hoshi, absolutely pissed now. With one hand, they silently direct Carpenters to pick up the kid by the leg, before just tossing him towards the other side of the ghost house.

“Ahem. Back to what I was doing before. Carpenters, disassemble.” With swiftness, Carpenters disassembles the..outfit?

“…um.” Ok, that was a bit…well…

[hoshibeam]

He can’t help the dismay on his face, not to mention embarrassment, when the disassembly attempt successfully removes the outfit from him...only for it to reform itself back onto him in a slightly modified design. A much more uncomfortable design than the earlier version had been at that, considering the sudden tightness in certain spots. It was if the dress was punishing him for wanting the previously not-so-bad version off.

“Ah...It...it’s smaller...” Now he thinks he needs to have a good cry about this, much like his younger version will later.

Speaking of his younger self, he glances over at him. Lying on the floor against the wall, groaning loudly and twitching. Well, neither of them were shooting holes in the ghost house any time soon.

“How unexpected, but nonetheless amusing.” He chuckles as he turns and starts to step away. “Ah, by the way, Rin...it’s not just the Hoshis I bound the outfit to.”

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hoshibeam

“Another person that wears glasses? Are you the moe or the seme ty–”

[hoshibeam]

“...excuse me...?”

[crashshot-blog]

They completely missed what the Creator said over Hoshi’s ranting, so they just stood there holding their forehead in irritation for a few moments, glaring at Hoshi from the corner of their eyes.

The kid really needs to shut up. Really. The kid can suffer in the maid outfit forever for all they cared. Forever, even. And ‘it’s your fault’? It was the kid’s fault that he wrecked the ghost house and they had to clean it up. 

God, just don’t pick fights in here, then maybe this wouldn’t have happened in the first place!!

“Look, kid, just can it before I consider taking back everything I said about not beating up children!” They snapped at him, before turning their attention to Hoshi Number Two. 

“And, you want me to try to disassemble yours. Sure, sure, but since somebody,” Jabs a finger at Creator, “is here, you probably just jinxed yourself. But sure, I’ll give it a shot. Clothes is more of Seventh’s thing, but you…really don’t deserve this.”  They sigh loudly, “Well, lets just do this.”

“Carpenters! Disassemble-”

[hoshibeam]

Hopefully this would work. He really didn’t like this dress and dammit he was getting distracted by how short it was again. Though it wasn’t really that uncomfortable when considering how soft the fabric felt, he could just do without the tightness around--

“I told you to fight me in the first place!” And Hoshi chooses that exact moment to launch himself at Rin, one fist outstretched and aimed at their face.

Meanwhile, this guy obviously gets a kick out of this.

[crashshot-blog]

“That’s sounds pretty suspicious, you know? You both got the same name, so that has to mean something here, right?” They shrug before continuing, “Or, this is just one huge unlucky coincidence for you.” 

“…kinda unlikely though. Like, what are the chances of two people in the same room sharing the same name without being related or something, right?”

They turn their head to face the Creator now. They never really specified on how long this lasts actually, besides a vague ’until he learns his lesson’ or something along those lines.

“But hey, how long were you going to make this last for again?”

[hoshibeam]

He’d been quietly watching the entire time, barely concealing his amusement. 

“Quite honestly, I hadn’t given it much thought. I’m sure it’ll wear off...eventually.”

“Eventually!? Are you crazy? Why would you do that?” He turns to Rin and starts rambling angrily in their direction, mostly blaming them for this.

Well this is bad. Really bad. Even worse than he’d originally thought. There are no words for how horrible this situation is. He still had to go and earn more cash to buy a certain tape...and he can’t do that if he’s stuck with this outfit.

“C-couldn’t you just remove it? I mean, with Carpenters that shouldn’t be too hard...right?”

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“Hmmm…that sounds fair!” Of course, little did he know that she was about to get every good use out of this tape that she could. Not that that would be a problem or anything since it would probably incline him to get her the money sooner. …He does realize he’s being scammed, right?

[hoshibeam]

“All right, I’ll be back with the money soon enough.”

...nope, he doesn’t realize it at all, completely trusting that Nanaya would hold up her side of the deal.

[crashshot-blog]

“As much as I love to, I’m not into punching ch-” They were cut off by the other Hoshi mid-word, before glancing over in his direction again. The dress seemed to…define some of his other features pretty well. A bit…too well.

Must be because the outfit was supposed to be brat size, after all. The thing is  probably a few sizes too small for him. They feel like they’re supposed to feel sorry for someone else to be tied up in this, but they still couldn’t help but laugh, even as much as they try to hold it.

…It’s still pretty funny to look at it. how mature rin

“Y-you’re Hoshi Number Two, aren’t ya? S-sorry, [hahaha] about the dress, the douche here made that curse affect all Hoshi’s here, but it should probably wear off in a while!”

They take a moment to stop laughing at his misfortune. But, didn’t these two look kinda…?

“…hey, are you two related?”

[hoshibeam]

Hoshi wants to say something about being ignored, but then Rin asks the other Hoshi that question and…come to think of it…

“He does look like my dad a little.”

Hasegawa, for his part, is just standing there disbelieving of this entire situation. So this was what he had forgotten, and he’s not surprised he did. His younger self was probably going to have a good cry about this later.

Then, of course, that question…

“No. We’re not related.” He’s trying to pull down the hem of the skirt now, but of course, it never really goes past the upper portion of his thighs. Unfortunately, doing so also means that whoever walks in through the ghost house door behind him right now is going to be treated to a very…interesting view.

“I’ve never even seen that boy before in my life. Now, uh…how long does this last? It’s really uncomfortable, which is kind of an understatement.”

[hoshibeam]

What’s going on on the dash--

holy shit is that kakyoin-senpai and jota--

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

[crusher-volley-blog-blog]

“Oh, so little Hoshi got the loopy curse too huh? That sucks.”

At first she’s a bit annoyed, but decides to let that go because Hoshi doesn’t seem to be the brat he once was. Obviously he’s matured in that time that all of that happened. She might as well go a bit soft on him now.

“So, you still got your stand right? The gun thing…that thing went pretty hard you know? Didn’t you almost blast up the whole house with Naoki once?”

[hoshibeam]

“Yeah, I do.” He winces at the mention of that incident. Of course no one was going to let him live that down, and for some reason, though he isn’t really sure why, that incident makes him feel very embarrassed, as if something had happened after it...he can’t remember what though.

A small sigh. “Could you call me Hasegawa instead? It’s what I’m going by with the version of the Joestars that I’m traveling with now, and I’d rather no one here know that I’m the same person as...well. My child self.”

[crashshot-blog]

“I’m perfectly clean, kid. Get your mind out of the gutter.” They didn’t intend for the outfit to be…sexy. It was frilly, cute, covers the skin and really just to shame him but then opinions do vary-

They glance in the direction of the sudden screech, blinking. Wait, another Hoshi? Can’t see who it is though, but the other guy probably knew this was going to happen. 

Still can’t trust that guy, after all.

“A-ahem! Also, he disabled your Stand too. I didn’t want to be shot in the face.”

[hoshibeam]

“Th-that’s not fair...! Fight me properly, you coward!”

But of course, the other person chooses this moment to stand up, groaning rather loudly as he does so. He was wearing a maid outfit as well, one that seemed to be more or less identical to the one Hoshi was wearing...if a little...short and more form fitting.

He looks over to Hoshi and Rin and the Creator and takes in the sight before him.

“Wh...what the hell is this!?”

[crashshot-blog]

They release his arms as soon as the spell takes effect, stepping out from behind the sofa. “It’s your punishment, obviously. Pretty neat, huh?” They couldn’t help but grin at Hoshi’s current expression.

“Heh. It’s almost kinda cute on you, actually.”

“But, this is the Maid Outfit of Shame. You wreck the ghost house, you wear the dress until the spell wears off.”

[hoshibeam]

“Wh...I’m not gonna wait that long! And what’s with that gross look? You’re probably a perv to come up with something like this!” He raises his right arm and points it at Rin, making Quicksilver materialize...

...or not. “Wh-what’d you do to my Stand--”

He’s cut off by a sudden screaming from across the room, followed by a thud as it seems that someone’s fallen off their seat.

Creator glances over in that direction, then back to the two near him, his expression making it clear he knew this would happen. “Well, isn’t that interesting? I set this spell to affect all within the Ghost House with the name Hoshi...”

[crashshot-blog]

“Fight you? Look kid, as much as I’d love to punch you, I really don’t wanna get shot in the face, y’know?”

“But! I’ll make this simple: It’s payback time for swiss-cheesing the ghost house once and so we’ve devised a little…’punishment’ for you. Well  I did, this guy just wanted to join in ‘cause he’s bored or somethin’.” 

“But don’t worry, it’s not like I’m going to kill you or anything, but it’ll be better to just get to it then stand around explaining, y’know?”

Nods in the direction of the…other Creator? It’s time.

[hoshibeam]

“Punishment--I told you I was doing that in self-defense, you--!”

Hoshi’s yelling goes unheard of course, as the younger Creator advances.

“Now, now, stop squirming, this won’t hurt at all.”

He raises his hands, just to add a bit of dramatic flair, of course. “This spell doesn’t hurt. Physically.” He glances at Rin, then back down at the boy. “Your name is Hoshi, yes?”

He snaps his fingers, and the effect is immediate. Hoshi’s clothes magically rearrange themselves into--

“Wh--what the hell is this!?”