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twistingchains‌:

Well this is convenient, isn’t it? You pass by this poor creature, bleeding out from the moment he walks out of his little abode. When judgement closes a door for you, the devil opens a window. You stroll up in your Sunday best, itching to get your hands wet after a particularly dry spell. But, as it is, you’ve gotten orders to lie low. 

So isn’t it convenient, that this human is in need of a doctor? And oh, here you are, so happy to help. After you help, he’ll owe you a favor. There will be a time when you don’t need to lie low, and when that comes you’ll cash it in.

“You don’t look so well,” – you state the obvious, kneeling down in front of the boy. “Will you sit still and allow me to help? I am a doctor, after all.” 

Rohan blinks the spots out of his vision to see someone hovering over him. For some reason, they’re grinning down at him, which is a textbook example how not to react to someone who’s injured. This would normally be a characteristic that would peak the mangaka’s interest, but he’d rather have emergency medical attention than a potential inspiration for a sadist character in a future chapter. 

Fortunately, despite that sharp-toothed grin, this person does seem to be willing to help. They claim to be a doctor, which would be a godsend, but he hasn’t lost quite enough blood to lose his senses completely. 

“Unless you have the proper equipment with you, the ER would be preferable.” He blinks slowly, trying to upright himself. He fails. 

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Oops

So. Turns out that party wasn’t a dream. If the disgusting elf outfit and the coat of glitter he woke up in wasn’t a dream, the jaw-shaped wound on his shoulder sure was. 

Rohan grimaces as he forces himself into a sitting position, ignoring the stinging arcs that shoot from his wound down his back. His nose wrinkles in distaste as he notes the sizable blot of blood in his sheets. Wonderful. At least he’s not bleeding onto any clothes that matter. 

Still, this injury can’t exactly be left alone... Does he have a first aid kit? After blundering around his apartment, he discovers that no. No, he doesn’t. 

... He would make sure that overcooked sardine pay him back for his hospital bills. Before that, he had to ensure he didn’t bleed out before he got there. 

Figuring his sheets were pretty much ruined already, he tears off a large chunk. After peeling off the stupid elf vest, he wraps the wound in the best way he can. He tries to ignore the trembling in his hands as he ties it off. 

After changing into something decent, he manages to stumble out the door. He barely registers the biting cold outside, instead focusing to stay upright as he walks down the streets. He can already feel a dampening in his shoulder. For fucks sake, did that fish hit an artery, or what?! 

Wait... Where was the hospital again? And did the road always... Tilt like that? And did he fall on his ass? How irritating... 

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One whole month in the little berg of Fuckoville, and it has become increasingly apparent that Rohan wasn’t going to be leaving anytime soon. He still hasn’t given up, of course, but he did need to adapt to his environment in the meantime. Translation; money. 

He’s been getting by so far by trying his hand at online commissions, as frustrating as they were. (If he got another “draw my fursona” email ONE MORE TIME.) Remele had reccomended that was the best way to build up an online following, but he was already a professional! He didn’t need exposure, he needed to work! Which is why he had sought out a publishing company in the meanwhile, but he was holding off on approaching them until he actually had a manuscript for a series in place. Financial problems or no, he would not half-ass any of his projects for the sake of money, and he would not simply ride on the coattails of Pink Dark Boy. If he wanted to make a debut as a manga artist here, it was going to be loud, and it was going to be amazing. 

He just hadn’t... Thought up a solid concept for a series yet. So today, he tried to cure his writer’s/artist’s block by taking a walk to see if anything could strike up an inspiration in him. 

And he found... Well, not quite inspiration, but something very interesting: A seagull trying to swallow down as many old trash french fries as he could fit in its gullet. A story idea it did not make, but it was definitely something he needed to capture on paper. 

Anyone who would happen to pass by that particular parking lot would find a man in clothes much too expensive for his income, squatting on his knees absorbed in complete concentration, doing gesture drawings of a bird that may very well be choking on its own hubris. 

[s-810-deactivated20181204]

I drew a smol comic to relieve my artblocc :-

© @incorrect-jojo-quotes

[katama-k]

Showing off their masterpieces ☺️

[eedeesarts]

Morioh man finally wears something parallel to normal! More at 7

[itsrohankishibe]

Rohan-sensei! Is there any chance you may give us a sneak peak of your next manga chapter?

[purpleorange]

pffffff my first rohan

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canhefixit‌:

Rohan’s typical obnoxious demeanor returns, and Josuke smirks. He didn’t think that Rohan was the type to give up easily. The bastard is stubborn as hell, after all.

“Hey, maybe I’ll read it eventually!” He probably won’t, and they both know it. He hums to himself, pondering the future Rohan told him about. 

“You said you were gonna meet Koichi and Jotaro-san to talk about Kira, right? Were me and Okuyasu joining you guys? Maybe Okuyasu’s home. Me and him are the type of guys to be running late, you know. We can go back to our original plan of finding a phone.”

“Actually... You have a point, there.” He sniffs once, placing his hands on his hips. “For once, your apparent inability to keep to a schedule might come in handy. Indeed, you were all running late. And while I’m sure Koichi-kun and Kujo-san were on their way, I wouldn’t be surprised in the least if neither of you left the house.” At last, he was falling more naturally into his usual composure. At the very least, having a plan instead of running through hopeless scenarios were able to keep his feet on the ground. 

Straightening his shoulders, he turned and began to saunter towards the fellow still seemingly locked in a conversation on that... Little brick that he supposed was a phone. 

“You, there. Would you mind letting us borrow that? We need to make an emergency call.” 

“Wh-wha?” The man looks up blinking dumbly at Rohan. “Uh, I’m kind of in the middle of something, pal. No mom, not you, s’ just some guy. Yes, I remembered to stop by the market.” He returned to placating whoever was on the other end, and completely ignoring Rohan. Which greatly irritated him. 

“Did you not hear me say “Emergency”? Would you rather gab incessantly if you saw a child bleeding on the road? I suppose your little errands are more important than those in need.” 

The man snapped back, clearly irritated. “Look asshole, this is actually kind of important, so why don’t you fuck off? NO MOM, I wasn’t talking to-” 

His words were cut off, as Rohan had lost what little patience he had and promptly summoned Heaven’s Door to keep him quiet for a while. He at least had the decency to throw an arm out so he didn’t fall on his head. Not he didn’t deserve it. 

As his head lolled uselessly, pages drooping to the side, Rohan plucked the phone out of his grasp, ignoring the shrill squawking on the other end. Though he was unfamiliar with the device, it didn’t take a genius to figure out the big red phone icon meant “end call”. 

“Here.” He drawled, tossing the phone towards Josuke. “I don’t know that baboon’s number.” 

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canhefixit‌:

He narrows his eyes at Rohan. Does he mean…

His stomach turns, bile burning his throat. There has to be a way out of here, and he’s disappointed at Rohan, the most stubborn person he knows, for giving up so easily. If they’re… stuck here for good, it means he’ll never see Okuyasu or Koichi or his mom again. Rohan will never get to finish his fucking manga.

He misses his friends and his mom. It was bad enough losing his grandpa, Shigechi. What will everyone do when they notice that he and Rohan are gone? His mom has been abandoned by one too many Joestars in her life already.

He kind of wants to punch Rohan in the face right now, but he doesn’t, because that seems counterproductive.

Instead, he waves his hand dismissively, feigning nonchalance. “We’ll have to take a look around. At least you’ve sent the next month’s worth of pages to your editor, yeah? Hopefully we’ll be back before you have to go on another hiatus.”

And for the first time since meeting him, Rohan does feel a small pang of guilt towards the delinquent. The possibility of passing on is a hard pill for anyone to swallow, and not one he’s fully prepared to consider. He can more than understand Josuke’s refusal to even entertain the idea. So for now, Rohan will also leave the matter be, tucked away in a dark corner for only when every avenue open to them has been exhausted. 

“I’m sorry, but since when do you have any interest in my series?” He huffs and crosses his arms in what he hopes comes off as his usual dismissive attitude. “I’ll have you know, I’m actually ahead of my planned deadline, and have three month’s work ready to be prepared.” He fails to mention the near constant revisions he would probably have to do once inspiration rises. Which was almost always. 

“And if we are able to contact anyone outside the city, it shouldn’t even matter to begin with.” 

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“Holy shit, man. So you…”

In his mind, there’s the question, “So you fucking died?” But he doesn’t voice it. Call it tact – that must be why Rohan looks so shaken up. No, that’s not the only reason. He can’t believe that another person he knows, another ally, fell victim to Yoshikage Kira. Maybe he and Rohan aren’t on the best of terms, but that doesn’t mean he wants anything bad to happen to the guy. 

His fingers curl into a fist. Dammit! He really feels angry now. Be chill, he tells himself. Rohan is only going to get pissed if Josuke makes a big deal out of what happened, especially since the mangaka already seems shaken up and unwilling to admit that he’s overwhelmed. 

“Okay. So, you’re here, I’m here. You remember everything up until you found out who Kira is, and I don’t remember anything that happened after I was chasing down Highway Star’s User. Neither of us know how we got here or how to get out of here, but it’s probably the work of an enemy Stand.” He massages his temples, trying to piece it all together. Damn, does his head hurt. 

“Still, I know Stands are weird and all, but doesn’t this seem especially bizarre? Like, only my memory was affected, as far as we know, and if the whole thing is that both of us found something out about Kira, you’d think he’d just let you… you know, instead of transporting both of us here. The way I see it, there has to be at least a couple of other Stand Users involved here.”

Rohan swallows once, forcing himself to focus on Josuke’s words. Of course their circumstances are particularly strange, and Rohan’s own rationalizations seemed to be a bit of a stretch. Furthermore, though Josuke didn’t say it out loud, his implications were quite clear. Rohan was supposed to be dead. While Killer Queen’s powers seemed to have expanded, it’s fundamental ability was still the same: turn any object into a bomb. How would that magically transport to a foreign location? Nothing added up, unless... 

He had to force himself to visit the thought he was avoiding this whole time. A mysterious and otherworldly location removed from the rest of the world, so like that corner with the postbox, where Reimi and her dog wandered... And in Josuke’s case, would it be so unbelievable for the recently deceased to deny their own death to the extent that they suppressed their own memories of it? 

“... If there are other Stand users, then yes. They are most likely the cause of our predicament. Otherwise, we might have to accept that the situation might be out of our hands.” 

Perhaps like Josuke, he keeps his phrasing vague out of consideration for the other, but the implication hangs clearly in the air. A reality that they might be trapped in a place completely removed from the living world, and they might never be able to return to it again. 

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Josuke tries to remember something beyond chasing Highway Star’s User, but all he obtains for his efforts is a headache. Considering the wide variety of Stand powers, it’s not a stretch to think that their current situation is related to Stand activity. 

“That’s true… Then again, why is it that you can remember what you learned about Kira, and I can’t? Do you think two different Stands might be at play here? One that wiped my memory, and one that sent us to wherever the hell we are?” He closes his eyes. Not being able to trust his memory is frustrating, and not knowing anything about what’s going on is even more frustrating. 

Rohan gets a weird look on his face,and Josuke is reminded of when he first saw the man doubled over in the street. It’s still disconcerting, seeing Rohan all distressed like this. It’s a shitty situation, but Josuke gets the feeling there’s something that Rohan isn’t telling him. “Until what?” 

Rohan keeps his jaw clenched tightly shut, refusing to look at Josuke for the moment. How unseemly. Rohan was very much aware he wasn’t doing any favors to himself, or anybody else by keeping Kira’s newest ability to himself. He’d like to believe he was just being petty, not wanting to admit how easily he had been taken down. But the roiling in his gut was sure to remind him it was more than a matter of pride. 

... But that wouldn’t do, would it? More than Yoshikage Kira’s identity, it was important to relay Bite the Dust’s new ability to everyone he could, while he still could. Still refusing to meet Josuke’s gaze, he pries his mouth open and forces the words out. 

“... Until Kira had disposed of me in his own special way.” He practically sneered out the word ‘special’.  “It seems his Stand is now able to attack anyone who discovers his identity. Thankfully, that unfortunate detail seems to have worn off. However, I couldn’t tell you how on Earth I’m still standing here in one piece.” 

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Josuke shakes his head slowly. He feels as though he’s at the brink of some understanding, though Rohan’s not making any sense. Neither of them know who Highway Star’s User was, last he knew, and while Josuke was on his way to kick some ass, he didn’t yet know whose ass he was gonna kick. 

“…No. Last thing I remember is, I was on your motorcycle trying to find the bastard. You were still left in that tunnel.”

Does this mean Josuke lost his memories somehow? The thought is somewhat disconcerting, and he’s not sure he can trust Rohan to fill him in on the details. Then again, he didn’t expect Rohan to save him back in the tunnel. The dude is hard to read.

“So, what you’re saying is that I found Highway Star’s User, and then we continued to look for Kira. Then we found some kinda lead, and we were gonna meet up with Koichi and Jotaro to talk about it. And you somehow confirmed that we were tailing the right guy, which is why we gotta let Koichi and Jotaro know.”

He takes a deep breath, trying to process it all.

“I don’t remember any of that. Something weird must have happened, something related to the shit that brought us here.”

Well, that explained Josuke’s apparent ignorance of the situation, but sadly it explained nothing else. In fact, Rohan was even more lost since he first came here. The incident with Highway Star was over a week ago. And Josuke wasn’t so empty-headed he would happen to forget anything that happened past then. No one with a functioning brain would. 

He pursed his lips and pondered the other’s words. It was obvious that this was no natural occurrence. His first guess would be that this was the work of a stand. After all, Rohan himself could easily manipulate other people’s memories with Heaven’s Door, so it wasn’t so far fetched to believe another Stand had similar abilities. 

“Perhaps you found something out you weren’t supposed to.” He mused, eyeing the other carefuly. “If there was a Stand that could manipulate memory, it could have wiped away whatever was inconvenient for them.” That’s what Rohan would do, after all. 

“That might be why I was brought here as well. Seeing as I discovered Kira’s identity. I still remember everything up to that point, however, until...” His jaw clenched, remembering his final moments struggling towards Koichi. That, he wished he could forget.

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#arte

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literalfingerpaints‌:

it muust be amateuur houur if youu’re here

[You spat back at the cerulean, turning your attention back to the alien. You had gotten his attention, and while you don’t particularly like other artists, that meant his blood would be that bright crimson just like your friend. Although, the very nice bear had given you crimson as well…]

[Still, it didn’t hurt to be prepared.]

and yes, an alien! i’ve only met one once and they helped me with my paints and acted as my muuse for a while

althouugh they did disappear

buut you won’t go anywhere, becauuse it’s art cluub.

@besteartiste

What does this brat know? There must be a reason she hasn’t started working, and that reason must be that she totally sucks at art. You stand up, stool squeaking against the linoleum.

“Please. I also befriended that alien, and their inspirationne was not wasted on someone of my skille. Mighte you considere that they disappeared for a reason? I’m sure this alien woulde also prefer to serve as my muse as opposed to suffering under your inferior talente, especially considering he seems to have more than a wriggler’s understanding of arte.”

@kotowarukind​

“Hmmm...” He hums bemusedly, eyeing the self-proclaimed alien with minor interest. He didn’t really care about her muses or whatever, (or her strangely ominous statements) but it might prove to his benefit to learn the backgrounds of the other residents, extraterrestrial or not. It would give a broader understanding of the abilities their captors possess. 

But as the other girl stands and begins to pick another fight, it becomes quickly apparent that the conversation is going to derail into more pointless yammering, and Rohan didn’t feel like wrangling the topic back on track. Might as well go with his most straight-forward method of information gathering. 

「Heaven’s Door!」

Should his Stand’s ability connect, the shorter girl’s face should peel back into book-like pages, revealing newspaper fonts describing her identity. 

@literalfingerpaints​

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canhefixit‌:

He still doesn’t get what Rohan is going on about. Yeah, Josuke was getting ready to meet up with Koichi, but he’s pretty sure nobody got Jotaro involved. But the man’s going to keep looking down on Josuke and acting like Josuke is the one who’s too dumb to get what’s happening, so he’s not even gonna bother commenting on that detail. Seriously, he doesn’t actually want to fight Rohan, so why does that asshole make things so damn difficult all the time?

Good point about the cell phone, though.

“Shit, you’re right. And I’m pretty sure Jotaro doesn’t havea cell phone. Like, one time, me and Koichi couldn’t get ahold of Jotaro because he had already left his hotel room, so we had to chase him down.”

He clenches his fist. He thinks he’s starting to feel angry.His friends are in danger, dammit!

“Wait. I just called Koichi. He was getting ready to leave and help me find Highway Star’s stand user to save our asses, but if we’re quick he might not have left yet.”

Again with Highway Star? Why was Josuke so insistent on involving that moron? It’s true his stand was certainly powerful, Rohan himself had first hand experience with that, but going out of the way to convince Fungami to help them would be an inconvenience. Not to mention there was no guarantee that Kira would even fall prey to his Stand in the first place. 

On top of that, something seemed off in the way Josuke was speaking. Infuriating as he was, he wasn’t completely stupid. He was fairly cunning, and could at least follow basic plans. On top of that, his phrasing was strange... ‘Highway Star’s User’? Why not come out and say his name? 

“You do know who he is, right?” He eyes the delinquent suspiciously. “Yuya Fungami? You’re the one who discovered his identity in the first place.” 

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canhefixit‌:

As always, Rohan is fucking stubborn. Josuke decides any argument would be a losing battle. Rohan still seems like he’s not in great shape, but Josuke’s not going to push him on the issue. 

“Look, man. I have no idea who Hayato Kawajiri is, but either way, I agree that we gotta try to call the others. We can let them know about Kira, and maybe they’ll have some idea about where the fuck we are.”

Rohan is going to act like Josuke is dumb for not knowing exactly what the fuck he’s talking about, but Josuke brushes that off. If Rohan did find Kira and Kira knows their group is after him, everyone is in danger. Josuke tries not to think too hard about what could happen to his friends. Now is the time to stay cool. 

“I don’t see a payphone anywhere… But I think that guy looks like he’s talking into a cell phone? It doesn’t really look like a phone, but maybe we can give that a try.”

Despite physically not wanting to do much more than curl into a ball and sleep for the next three days, but he reluctantly glances in the direction Josuke is pointing in. 

Rohan had owned a cell phone of course, which was quite useful during his travels, but not much else. However, from where he was standing, the object the man was holding didn’t seem like any model he had seen before. Still, given the apparent conversation he was having, Josuke was probably right, for once. 

He straightened up, taking a few steps to approach the man, but stopped as a thought occurred to him.

“Ah. Koichi-kun and Kujo-san were on their way to meet us. Neither of them would be home.” Frustrated, he chewed on the tip of his pinkie nail in thought. 

“Would Kujo-san happen to carry a cell phone? If so, do you know the number?”

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canhefixit‌:

It’s lucky that Josuke’s a pretty sturdy dude. Rohan’s clinging to him for dear life or something, and Josuke is honestly at a loss. 

“Holy shit, here.”

He lifts Rohan’s arm around his shoulders. Who would’ve though that a guy like Rohan would be in a state like this? The two of them don’t really get along, but Josuke finds the whole thing disconcerting. Well, at least Rohan’s douchey attitude is still in tact. 

“Hey. Hey, slow down. Uh, I don’t know who you’re talking about when you say we were tracking down Kawajiri, but if you think you found Kira, that’s. That’s great. We’ll get to that. But first, let’s find somewhere to sit down.”

Compared to Josuke, Rohan is built like a twig, but he’s a rather buff twig, making him surprisingly heavy. Plus, Josuke doesn’t want to be responsible if the guy suddenly collapses on him. 

Damn him, he didn’t get it at all! And now he was talking down to Rohan like some temperamental child! Rohan would love nothing more than to shove the bastard away (despite having initiated contact in the first place), but he could do little more than squint his eyes shut and allow this wave of nausea to pass.

“I don’t “think” I found him. I know. “ He hisses through grit teeth. 

“That boy. Hayato Kawajiri. I used Heaven’s Door to read him. He was-” 

Deep breaths. There was no Stand’s effects taking a hold of him now. It was just a name. Nothing should be holding him back from speaking it. 

“Kira has taken on his father’s identity and has been living as him ever since. That man knows that we suspect him, we have to contact Koichi-kun and the others at once.”