#sdc oc

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plus a lil extra 😳

ok can I just tell you that this was just something I made inspired by this 1 thing you can do in 7th Stand User? ok? ok lemme explain:

For those unaware: 7th Stand User is an RPG fangame for Part 3 where you play as the 7th team member with the crusaders on their journey to Egypt! Not only does it follow canon events, but it has some originality to it as well (it has a subplot, there are several original characters made by the developer, and overall a bunch of different secrets and variations on the endings depending on what you do throughout your playthrough!) Definitely recommend playing it if it sounds like it's your thing, it's free and easy to download and operate!

Going back to the topic at hand, the bunny suit is an equipment you can find in the game if you play as a female MC and its only use is that…you wear a bunny suit throughout your journey...LMAO OK but there are chances wherein it can distract enemies in fights but it can also backfire where your MC may get embarrassed and skip a turn to attack if equipped.

Now, that sounds bland and all but the real kicker here with wearing the bunny suit is the dialogue options you get from your team mates in the game..,.,.It's just so funny I couldn't help but WANT to wear it for the rest of the playthrough!!! just imagine beating a century-old vampire in that getup HAHSJADH 🤪🤪🤪

Some moments I captured when I played and had it on:

POLNAREFF'S REACTION WAS THE BEST OF COURSE HE'D SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT HAHAJSDHAJ

[ahoge-fish]

"Pretty boy"

Jotaro in this feels like every person that gets a compliment for the first time. And he's acting tsundere, because that's what he is ;')

[cesca-untoldstories]

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Two Japanese students, A British-American grandfather, A Frenchman, An Egyptian, An Italian teen and A Boston Terrier.

Walking like an Egyptian~

[amidalashandmaidens]

Kakyoin, Jotaro and Eileen discussion coming your way 😉

I'm under the impression that Kakyoin had just transferred to Jotaro's school pre-SDC since Jotaro's fangirls didn't recognize him (although that could also be their Jotaro-focus making them not really care until interaction).

I'm also going to suggest that Kakyoin (mind-controlled at the time) suggested the transfer himself ((using a different reason w/his parents like: Jot's school has a better reputation/whatever). He knew which school because when Dio sent Kakyoin after Jotaro, Dio was able to determine Jotaro's location.

It's kinda funny.

Now, how does this relate to Eileen (cause God knows I don't have to explain why I mentioned Jot in my premise)?

Eileen was kicked out of her previous school a couple of months pre-SDC, so she actually has a vague awareness of Jot before the series picks up again.

It's hard not to notice the guy who has a whole crowd of girls flocking to him?

She's kinda perplexed: how did this happen, why do these girls keep coming back, oh my god can I get some peace?

I don't think Eileen is particularly sociable after her face-scarring. No one really wants to hang out with her, she's got big scars on her face, rumoured to be kicked out for fighting (true...), and doesn't talk to anyone. So she doesn't exactly have anyone to ask these questions to.

Of course, all the while Jotaro's got his own pre-occupations. Attempt to cope with the sensory overload his fangirls are so talented at providing. Worry about this new 'evil' spirit which makes the fights he already gets into even more violent (it's as if it's feeding off his anger...?). Do at least some school work. Etc, etc.

Of course, then SDC happens and these three people, whose lives wouldn't have crossed if it weren't for these circumstances are thrown in really close quarters.

They have to talk about SOMETHING.

Kakyoin has to have some sort of inkling of curiosity about his friends' lives pre-the-DIO-ning and Eileen actually has the opportunity to ask what the hell was with Jotaro's fangirls!

It turns out that at first it was one or two girls that were into Jot. He wasn't really picking up what they were putting down exactly (tbh they weren't forthcoming) so he was just polite. The girls felt emboldened by the lack of negative reaction and began pushing more stuff: "what do you think of this? Can I do that?" Calling him Jojo.

Now it was an inconvenience. Jotaro rejects them, but they don't really take no for an answer. It slowly becomes more and more girls, (each one of them thinks they're going to be 'the one' to 'break his aloof mask' and that these other girls are wasting their time/jealous/etc.) They begin fighting amongst themselves while pursuing Jotaro's attention.

This is around the time that he starts swearing at them, trying to get them to Fuck Off, because being nice Clearly wasn't enough.

(I think This group that follows him, kinda just built up fantasies in their minds of who Jotaro is, what they wanted. And he was handsome and didn't say much so they could have their impressions.)

I don't think Jotaro really cares about the why or the how, to him, he was a nice classmate, and the next thing he knew he was being overwhelmed with all this damn attention. That's what he tells Kakyoin and Eileen. They thought he was hot, he guesses, and they wanted him to be theirs.

"It's so damn exhausting. I'm almost glad that..." he paused. "The quiet is nice."

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A little late with this tiny gift too ;_; . I was supposed to post in a few days ago for the special 'momma's day' , but sadly I am slow with everything aaa …. but regardless I wanted to battle gift with a gift. That's right I am looking at you!! If you think you won this battle , you are mistaken dear King!! I am coming in full force!!!

Another special celebration to another very proud mama and papa of 6 lil bbies ay~. Our mother's day is usually on another date , but this doesn't mean I can't celebrate it on the other one too , plus another perfect excuse to draw this precious OTP of ours that we have yet to show more of!! Cheers to the wonderful holiday , but also cheers to my precious bbie angel for always filling my heart with so much wholesome and beautiful content that I am going to return back to you triple!! So prepare yourself~. - Cards

-Happy Mama's day !!!-

(c) Alon Ube belongs to @multohari

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Bonus papa!! <33

[leftsidebonfire]

Avidia doodle 💙

[ask-darla-brando]

DARLAS INFO

Name: Darla Brando

Age: 16

Status: A puppet of the witch

Height: 6 ft (She got almost all of Jonas genes)

Apperance:

The desgins under this sentence are now old and outdated ⬇️

[jojosbizarreblog]

Let Down Your Crystal walls

1 /// 2 /// 3

Chapter 1: You’re not Alone

Her mother thought she was cursed by the devil. Her father was nothing but fleeting flashes in her memory. After an unusual incident that gave her a mysterious being, Kyogen learned the harsh hand of neglect. She thought she was the only one, separated from all others with this unique ability. That was proven wrong in when she met the school’s local delinquent, Jotaro Kujo, and a newcomer, Noriaki Kakyoin. Now she’s on a fifty-day transcontinental trip, facing off against stand users and mysteries alike. Not everything is at it seems and Kyogen realizes that something else is wrong and downright bizarre.

        Song Inspiration: 'Alone' by Alan Walker

        Mother was gone again. In her wake, she left barely enough money to tide her over until the end of the month. Kyogen sighed as she counted the bills. She knew it was another long month of skipping lunch and maybe even breakfast. As she put the money neatly away in her backpack Kyogen felt something touch her shoulder. She didn't need to look back to know that it was the strange spirit that followed her, dubbed Sharpnote for its looks and abilities. "Good morning," she greeted the spirit, picking up her backpack. A short whistled note, sounding akin to someone blowing on the rim of a glass bottle, emitted from the triangular hole making up its mouth in return.

       The bright Morioh sun shone down upon them as Sharpnote followed her out of the house. It was a cold, December day as Kyogen listened to the sounds around her in her quiet walk to school. The crystalized humanoid followed her like a puppy, looming over her small frame. Her quiet trip was interrupted by a gaggle of girls surrounding a tall male as they rounded a corner, blocking the sidewalk she was on. Kyogen paused and stared at them.

        “Oh, Jotaro-san!”

        “Hey, Jojo!”

        They were parroting each other and Kyogen blinked at this interruption. She recognized the male as Jotaro Kujo, a delinquent favored by many of the girls in her high school. But right now, that didn’t matter because Kyogen needed to get to school. She stepped around to the edge of the sidewalk and peered around them. “Excuse me,” she said. No responses and the girls were still cluttering around Kujo. “Excuse me!” She repeated, louder this time.

        A girl close to Kyogen turned and flinched back, yelping when she saw Kyogen’s unimpressed face. “W-What’s with your eyes??” The girl yelled.

        That attracted the attention of the others and a few turned to her, muttering when they saw her unusual heterochromatic eyes, one brown and one glittering in hues of warm beige and rosy pink, similar to the crystals of the spirit behind her.

        “Isn’t that the girl who carries knives with her?”

        “Heard she had no dad.”

        “God, what a mom's hairstyle!”

        Kyogen shrugged, ignoring the hushed whispers and replied to the original girl, “A personal event. Now excuse me.” She maneuvered her way along the edge of the group not looking back, ignoring the stares and whispers. In her ignorance, Kyogen missed her spirit waving to the delinquent and missed the male giving the two a curious look in return.

        Kyogen left the group behind and continued her quiet walk to school.

                                                                ***

           Today was shaping up to be quite unusual. Classes were excused early because of a peculiar explosion rocking the school and shattering most of its windows. The excuse was a gas explosion and Kyogen didn’t believe that one but. Adjusting her grip on the guitar case in her hand, Kyogen hummed a little tune as she straightened her backpack. 

        Even with her humming, it was still too quiet for the teen's liking. The familiar self-destructive thoughts began to fill her mind, a vicious cycle. Something dropped behind her and a soft ‘oh dear’ met her ears. Kyogen spun around to see a blonde woman weighed down with bags of groceries, another one spilling its contents on the ground.

           Kyogen doubled back. “Let me help you with that, ma’am,” she said, leaning her guitar against the wall and picking up the fallen packages. She didn’t question why the woman had so much instant American coffee.

           The woman beamed at Kyogen. “Thank you so much, my dear! I apologize for this mess.”

           With the coffee now back in its bag, Kyogen reached for another bag just as it slipped from the woman’s hands. “It’s alright ma’am. I’m sorry if this is a little forward of me… but would you like some help with carrying these?”

           The woman tilted her head in thought, then nodded, clasping a hand to her cheek. “Oh please! If you don’t mind, dear.”

           Kyogen nodded and reached for her guitar. “Not at all, ma’am. I’ll follow you.”

           The woman resumed walking. “Thank you so much! You can call me Seiko!”

           “Of course, Seiko-sama, my name is Wind Kyogen,” Kyogen replied.

           The woman laughed, the joyous sound making Kyogen feel an unusual warmth bloom in her chest. “Just Seiko is fine!”

           Kyogen shook her head and stubbornly kept her distance. She didn’t even know this woman and she most likely wouldn’t meet her again, there was no need to get familiar. “I’m sorry, but that would be rude and disrespectful of me.”

           The woman giggled again. “Oh, you’re so respectful, dear! It’s like you’re the opposite of my son.” She leaned closer and whispered, “He acts so tough but I know deep down he cares a lot!”

           Kyogen felt a pang in her heart. Is this what mothers are supposed to be like? This woman seemed like a saint to Kyogen, even though the girl only met her a few minutes ago. She could only dream of having a mother so welcoming and warm. Kyogen gave a respectful nod.

           The woman was unfazed by her silence and continued talking, her tone bright and cheery. “You know, I think he should be home right now, along with a few other guests. I’m planning to make dinner soon.” Seiko then turned to Kyogen. ”You should stay!” She exclaimed excitedly.

           Confusion swirled through Kyogen’s mind. This woman, upon meeting her not even half an hour ago, is already inviting her to intrude upon a private moment. “I-I don’t think that’s proper of me, Seiko-sama.”

           “Nonsense! Think of it as a thank you! Plus, I would love for you to meet my son!” She insisted.

           Kyogen sighed and decided that she would just accept and find a moment to slip away from the dinner. It’s not like she needed to go anywhere, only that she felt strange inserting herself into this family. Plus, getting home before her mother would be a small bonus because Kyogen did not look forward to climbing the window or sleeping outside again. Kyogen gave the woman a defeated nod. “I suppose I’ll stay… I’m just worried that the other guests would mind.”

           Seiko cheered softly and Kyogen stiffened as the woman patted her arm. “Oh, the others won’t mind! Don’t worry if they seem cold or grouchy. After all, the more the merrier!”

        They arrived at a large pair of wooden gates and Seiko announced, “We’re here! Please, be a dear and hold this for me please.” She passed Kyogen the bag, and the girl took it without complaints. The gates creaked open and Seiko tried to reach for a few of the bags Kyogen was carrying. “It’s alright, Seiko-sama,” Kyogen said. “I can carry this into the house. You might also need to open the doors anyways.”

        Seiko sighed and shook her head, leading the girl through the pathways of the yard. “Oh, you’re too kind!”

        Kyogen couldn’t help but look the area over as Seiko rummaged for the keys. It was huge, a long pathway surrounded by a large yard with trees and plants. Kyogen couldn’t help but compare it to the place she lived in. This house took on a more traditional look, with flowering bushes and a lush, sprawling landscape, opting to spread out instead of going up. Her house had a modernistic look to it, two stories’ worth of grey and brick. Dull, cold. 

        They reached the door and Seiko slid it aside with a flourish. “I’m home!” She sang. “I have a guest with me!”

        Kyogen heard footsteps and several very large men rounded the corner. There was an older man and a dark-skinned one in a robe and a large neckpiece. She could help but sweat at the sheer height of these men. Holy only reached the shoulder of the older man and Kyogen, standing at five feet flat, barely made it to his shoulder. 

        “Holly!” The older man greeted her enthusiastically and Kyogen questioned the name. “You’re home! Who’s our little guest?”

        Kyogen bowed as much as she could with the bags and her stuff. “It’s nice to meet you, my name is Wind Kyogen. Sorry for intruding,” she replied with a formal and distant tone.

        The robed man nodded respectfully to her and replied, “Nice to meet you. My name is Muhammad Avdol.”

        The older gentleman offered her a hand and Kyogen looked at it, both of her hands occupied. The man put it down and sighed. “I’m Joseph Joestar!”

        Kyogen blinked. These people… were they introducing their first names first? “Nice to meet you all. I was helping Seiko-sama with carrying groceries, I will leave soon.”

        “Absolutely not!” Seiko said, beginning to usher Kyogen into the house. The girl barely had time to take off her shoes. “You agreed to stay over for dinner!”

        She was pushed into the kitchen where she set the bags onto the counter. Seiko was beside her, taking out various items and organizing them neatly. Joseph poked his head in. “Do you need any help?” 

        “No, no! But can you please bring dear Wind-chan to the tea room? I believe Jotaro and Kakyoin-kun are there.” Wait, Jotaro?

        “Sure! Avdol and I were going there anyway.” He waved a hand at Kyogen. “Come on, girl!”

        Kyogen followed after the men, their bulk taking up most of the hallway itself. Joseph pulled open a door and entered with Avdol. Kyogen was stepping through the threshold of the room when her eyes focused on the other two occupants. A red-haired male with a bandage on his forehead and...Kujo. Their eyes connected the delinquent was up on his feet in no time. “You!”

        A large purple man manifested behind Kujo and Kyogen tensed, locking eyes with the apparition itself. What was this? Did Kujo have a spirit like hers? Sharpnote materialized next to her, as stiff as his companion.

        The other males in the room saw her spirit companion and all shot up to their feet. Similar apparitions manifested around them. A flaming bird-headed man, a green humanoid, and vines. Huh, she needed to sit down. “What’s your purpose here?” Avdol asked her.

        Her hands tightened on the guitar case handle. “What do you mean?” She asked.

        Joseph asked her, “Do you work for Dio?” 

        Kyogen frowned, hiding her traces of fear. “Who is Dio?”

        Jotaro took a step forward, his purple spirit getting closer to her. “Cut the shit. Why the fuck are you here?”

        “I helped Seiko-sama carry her stuff here.”

        “Don’t lie, are you here to hurt us?”

         Her left eye twitched, everything was getting too overwhelming. “Look, I only wanted to help a woman carry stuff, alright? I have a pair of literal fucking daggers in my backpack and if I wanted to hurt her I would have already done it.” Kyogen sighed and shook her head. “L-Look, it’s obvious I’m not welcomed here. I’ll see myself out.” She turned around and got ready to leave.

        Kyogen jumped as a large hand clamped down on her shoulder and she was face to face with the purple spirit. Kujo’s cold voice came from behind her. “Not so fast,” he said. “Why are you running?”

        She craned her neck around and squinted at the group. “I’m not running,” she simply replied. “I’m excusing myself from a situation where I know I’m not welcomed. I’ve done it plenty of times before.”

        Seiko’s light voice interrupted the moment. Sharpnote moved aside to reveal the woman with an inquisitive look on her face, she didn’t seem to see the various spirits around them. “What’s going on in here, dear? Why are you all so tense?” Kyogen turned to the woman and was about to reply when Seiko tutted. “Were they being rude to you? I should have expected that, but don’t worry! They’ll warm up to you in no time!” 

        Kujo’s apparition moved away as the woman took Kyogen’s hand and began leading her closer to the tea table, plopping the girl and her guitar down on a free cushion. Kyogen was grateful to be able to sit down, as her legs were getting shakier. Sharpnote settled on the floor next to her guitar. Waggling a finger at the tense males Seiko chided them, “Be nice you guys, she seems like a wonderful girl so far.”

        Kyogen stared blankly at them as they stiffly sat down around the table. Seiko left, oblivious to the tension. The redhead was the first to make a move, introducing himself. “My name is Kakyoin Noriaki, a pleasure to meet you.”

        Kyogen nodded stiffly. “Wind Kyogen, pleasure’s all mine.”

        Avdol moved to make some tea and Kyogen accepted the outstretched cup. Jotaro was still eyeing her and his spirit was hovering behind him. She took a sip and felt her nerves settle slightly. Tea always had that effect on her. Questions swirled around her head as she glanced at the spirits present. “Do you all have these spirits?”            Avdol nodded, “They’re called stands, a manifestation of your life energy. They represent your soul and your mental fortitude.”

        Kyogen nodded and took a thoughtful sip of her tea. “So Sharpnote is my… stand.”

        “Correct.”

        “Wait,” Kakyoin interrupted. “Why did you react so violently when you first saw her, Jotaro?”

        Jotaro tugged his hat down. “She passed me this morning to school, the stand waved to me.”

        Kyogen stopped mid-sip and slowly turned to her...stand. “You did what?”

        Sharpnote simply tilted his head at her. She shook her head in exasperation. It was like talking to a sleepy, oversized toddler. A toddler that was taller than her by a whole foot and oddly had muscle mass and pointed edges.

        “How long have you had your stand?” Kakyoin asked her.

        “Since I was eight.” Kyogen frowned and added. “I think.”

        Joseph frowned and asked, “What do you mean you think?”

        Kyogen furrowed her brows. She was unsure of how much she should reveal to these men. Deciding that she couldn’t really lose anything, Kyogen said, “There was an incident that happened that time… I think it gave me this,” she pointed to her eye, “Sharpnote, and these.” Kyogen passed her teacup over to Sharpnote, who took it and looked at the liquid curiously. The males stared at it as the stand brought the cup to its “mouth” and tilted some of the liquid in. Kyogen was used to the spirit’s antics and unzipped her backpack, grabbing two objects wrapped in cloth. Unfolding the fabric revealed two daggers, the blades made out of the same crystals from Sharpnote. They glittered prettily, matching Kyogen’s eye and Sharpnote exactly in color.

        Awed exclamations left those around her and Jotaro pulled down his hat. “Yare, yare,” he muttered. “You really weren’t lying when you said you had knives in your bag.”

        Avdol offered a hand and asked her, “May I?”

        Kyogen slightly shook her head and began rewrapping them. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid not.”

        “I understand.”

        With the daggers safely tucked away, Kyogen asked them a question, “How did you get your stands?”

        “I’ve had mine since childhood!” Kakyoin said.

        “As have I,” Avdol agreed.

        Joseph slung an arm around Jotaro, who roughly pushed him off. “Jotaro and I recently received our stands.”

        Wait, they received their stands? “How?”

        Joseph began going into detail about Dio, a man who had taken the body of Joseph’s grandfather. About recent stand appearances, about Kakyoin attacking Jotato under Dio’s influences.

        Kyogen listened attentively but was ultimately disappointed. “I have a question,” she said after he was finished.

        Joseph nodded. “Go ahead.”

        “Is there another way to get your stand?”

        It was Avdol who replied. “There is another way,” the man said. “Although it’s highly unusual and rare for a person to achieve their stand this way.”

        “Really…”

        “Yes, to achieve your stand by this method would require a Stand Arrow and an incredibly strong spiritual strength. The Arrow would only need to pierce the user to awaken their stand, although I heard the process is quite painful.”

        Kyogen nodded curtly. That… sounded very close to what she went through. Kyogen remembered pain, blackness, and waking up hours later with mismatched eyes. Avdol furrowed his brows and was about to say something else but Kyogen was saved by the shoji doors sliding open. Seiko poked her head through and announced, “Dinner is ready everyone!” 

        Sharpnote was called back to her. Kyogen stood up, grabbed her guitar, and headed over to the woman. “Is there perhaps a place where I can put my stuff, Seiko-sama?”

        Seiko nodded. “Of course! You can put your instrument and school bag in the foyer, next to the umbrellas. They’ll be fine there!” 

        Kyogen thanked the woman and did just that, quickly making her way back to the kitchen where Seiko was busy setting down the final touches of various plates. Kyogen rushed to wash her hands and help the woman carry the plates over to the large dining table. The others were slowly filling into the large space and Kyogen realized once again how massive these people were. Jotaro and Joseph were the tallest, followed by Avdol, then Kakyoin, Holy, and finally Kyogen. 

        The others, except for Jotaro, tried to help out Seiko but were waved away. Kyogen had long ignored the older woman’s protests, feeling obligated to help her in return for the meal. She was the last one to sit down, doing so stiffly. It was strange, sitting at a dining table with other people, so full of life and laughter. It was stranger to realize that most of these people had stands like her.

        If anyone noticed her silence, they didn’t comment on it as dinner passed by. The food was delicious and Kyogen thanked Seiko profusely as they cleaned up. Now it was time for her to head back “Seiko-sama, thank you so much for dinner. I must head out now, as I feel like I’ve overstayed my welcome here.” Kyogen bowed deeply.

        “Are you sure you don’t want to stay, dear? It’s dark out,” the woman fretted.

        “It’s alright, Seiko-sama. I can walk home from here.”

        It seemed like a lightbulb went off in her head and the woman told Kyogen to wait there and rushed off. The girl shrugged and pulled on her shoes, grabbing her bags and patiently remaining in the same spot. Seiko returned with two more people in tow. A patient Kakyoin and a grumpy Jotaro greeted her. 

        “Since it’s late, and Wind-chan has to head home, why don’t you two walk her back?”

        Kyogen’s eyes widened. “It’s no need Seiko-sama! I’m perfectly capable of making the trip back!”

        “I think that it’s better if you had some company, Wind-san.” Kakyoin agreed with Seiko.

        Jotaro scowled and simply tilted his hat down. “If she says she can take care of herself, let her. I don’t get why you’re so insistent.”

        Seiko just made males put on shoes and pushed the teens out of the doors. “Stay safe!”

        Kyogen exhaled and didn’t wait for the other two. “If you don’t want to, it’s alright,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “I can walk home by myself.”

        Surprisingly, the two followed her and Kyogen found herself in the middle as they headed back to where she lived. It was colder tonight and Kyogen hoped that it wasn’t going to be a camp-outside-the-house sort of night.

        They reached her home in stiff, uncomfortable silence and Kyogen turned to them. “We’re here. Thank you for walking me home. I hope you two have a good night.” When neither of them moved, Kyogen raised an eyebrow and said, “Aren’t you two going to leave?”

        “Aren’t you going to go inside?” Kakyoin asked her.

        “Well yes, but unless you want to watch me climb a tree and through a window, you can leave.”

        “Yare, yare. Why are you climbing the fucking window?” Jotaro asked.

        Kyogen shrugged. “No keys, no admission.”

        “Good grief.”

        She decided that it was getting too cold now so after a respectful nod, Kyogen turned and made her way through the yard to the large tree neighboring her window. Unslinging her guitar, Kyogen waited for Sharpnote to appear in the branch above her. Once she saw the spirit form, the girl tossed her guitar up into the air where the stand was able to catch it. With guitar out of the way, Kyogen backed up and took a running leap and grabbed the branch base. She swore she felt hands of some sort boosting her up. 

        Now on the branch, Kyogen looked back to see the boys still there. “Hey, you should really leave before it starts getting suspicious,” Kyogen called down to them. She turned around and carefully made her way to her room window, opening it and slipping inside. The next part was arguably the trickiest, as one wrong move would lead to her, the guitar, or Sharpnote ending up in pieces on the ground below. 

        Kyogen was never sure how much weight the branch could handle, but she didn’t want to find out the hard way. This meant that Sharpnote would have to toss the guitar to her and hope that everything would end well. Kyogen extended out her arms, ready to catch the guitar but the green humanoid she saw coming from Kakyoin earlier appeared next to Sharpnote. The stand made beckoning motions and Sharpnote handed it the guitar and disappeared. 

        With a flourish, the green stand floated over to her window and presented Kyogen with her instrument. Kyogen took it, slightly shell-shocked about the turn of events. She leaned out the window to see the stand retreat back to Kakyoin. “Hey,” Kyogen called out, in a moment of vulnerability. “Will I see you two again?”

        The males below her paused. Jotaro pulled down his hat and Kakyoin turned around to give her a thumbs up. Kyogen nodded and closed the window. She slid down to a seat against the wall, trying to come to terms with today’s events. 

        There were other people who had these spirits. 

        They weren’t works of the devil. 

        She wasn’t cursed as her mother said.

        She wasn't alone.