Plotted starter @frenchchariot
“I need you to make the arrangements right away, just put it under Joseph Joestar.” The Old Man spoke into the receiver of a phone.
After arguing for another moment with the unseen person on the other end of the line, he finally hung up with a sigh. Sometimes he felt as though not all the information was being passed along to younger people that started working for the Speedwagon Foundation. He had been directing the foundation since Speedwagon and his grandmother had passed away. There was no reason that anyone there shouldn’t know who he was. Not only that but he had saved the world some fifty years ago and aided in saving it again a second time not that long ago. What were these people doing? Living under a rock? He shook his head, mumbling to himself. Sometimes he swore that fighting with them on who he was, was worse than facing whatever danger he was going to have to plunge himself into next. Occasionally he even got fed the crap about how Joseph Joestar died in the 30s, to which he had to go over and explain the entire situation again. That should have been sorted out by now he thought, Suzie’s mistake cleaned up after he had shown up to his own funeral. Then again if she had forgotten to send notice of his survival and recovery, it was very likely that some people hadn’t been notified still that he had survived the battle against Kars. All of it was very much a chaotic mess that seemed to be the going theme for Joseph’s life. He wasn’t sure if this had anything to do with the Joestar legacy at all or if he just had the worst luck. At least things had been sorted out for now though, that was his hope. Worst case scenario he would have to improvise and find his own hotel stay or something once he got to where he was going.
His travels were taking him overseas again. This time though he wasn’t going as far as Japan or even Egypt. No, he was setting his sights on France. He couldn’t say he had ever been there before, all things considered. While he came awfully close to the country during his battle against the Pillar Men, he never actually set foot in France itself. And while Joseph was getting up there in his age, he was determined to keep up this work until he got too old to do it anymore. After losing Kakyoin, Iggy and Avdol in the fight against Dio and the discovery of the arrows after the fact, he dedicated his work towards tracking down those missing arrows and bringing them into custody. The old man was determined not to let anymore mistakes like Dio happen again. It was one thing for a hundred-year-old vampire to develop a stand, but to throw the lives of innocent people in just to do your bidding, that wasn’t right. There was no telling what kind of powers could be unleashed with something like that. It was better to eliminate the threat for that reason before it could ever become a problem. As such, Joseph had put all of the Foundation on alert for any increased stand activity in any given area. If there was an unusual increase in activity, then it could mean there was a possibility an arrow was being used to create stands in those who were strong enough to obtain one.
Now the hard part. Breaking the news to Suzie Q…
The next day Joseph arrived at the airport in Paris, France. Things had gone exactly as he thought they might. Needless to say, his sweet Suzie Q was not happy to hear that he was going off on another trip after the last one had been so dangerous. She had been with Joseph since he recovered from his injuries he got facing off against Kars and Wamuu and given his record this shouldn’t have been a surprise. But, up until Dio emerged from the shadows, their lives had been pretty peaceful. Even so, Joseph himself had always been full of chaos and energy, that was just the way his life always seemed to be. Despite all that though, she still wasn’t pleased to hear that he was rushing off to put himself in the middle of another mess. This time he made sure to promise not to keep it from her, even though he thought it might be in her best interest to bother her with the details of such dangerous things. After a good lecturing or two, he was finally able to get things settled down and prepare himself for the trip he was about to make. He wasn’t sure how long this was going to take but had promised he would stay in constant contact on any updates. Of course, his biggest concern was tracking down the arrows and that would likely take priority over small updates for Suzie. Something he wasn’t going to tell her. He knew better than that. Now that he had landed in France though, he could get to his hotel and begin his work.
Stepping out of the airport, Joseph took a look around. Realizing everything was in French the Joestar’s face contorted into confusion. He couldn’t read this! There was no way he was going to be able to navigate around a country he didn’t know the language. Not without some sort of guide or someone who could translate for him. Even though he traveled quite a bit he never bothered to learn much in the way of other languages. Joseph didn’t mind the work, but he still didn’t like hard work. And learning another language was no easy task. As such, he figured he better get someone who might know more about France than he ever could hope to understand. That being the case, the old man headed over to the nearest phone booth he could find. Taking a moment to rummage around for something to pay for the phone before some passer-by mistook him for an unfortunate homeless man and offered him a little bit of coin for his trouble. There again, he had no idea what they were saying to them as they apologized for him in French and wondered off after surrendering the needed coin for the phone. All he got from it was that someone was being kind enough to help him out when he needed to make a phone call. Why he thought traveling here would be any different than anywhere else, he didn’t know. He should have thought better about making his arrangements when he talked to the Foundation over the phone. Having someone here ready to meet him who spoke the language would have been the better way to go.
“Hello? Hey! I need you to contact an old friend of mine.” Joseph said into the phone and then paused for a moment. “Because I can’t read or speak French! What does it matter what I need it for? Just reach out to Jean Pierre Polnareff, tell him Joseph Joestar is in Paris looking for him.”
It had been a couple years since he saw Polnareff. They had all went their separate ways at the airport after Dio’s defeat. Polnareff had decided to travel back to his homeland, despite Joseph offering him to come along with him and a place with the Foundation. If anyone could help him out here in this land, it would be the Frenchman himself. Who knows? Maybe he would have an idea of what was going on in his country and could provide some insight for Joseph.
