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citta-affliated rp account for trish una of jojo! ranking: citizen apartment: w-3 powers: she can summon her stand up to two times per day, for up to ten minutes each summon. during this time, it can soften up to three objects no larger than a baseball.

[lxremaster-deactivated20160924]

He let out a soft gasp as he saw the Stand, unsure what to make of it. He was sure he shouldn’t be able to, and yet… there it was. “Marvelous… simply marvelous.” he murmured, flying over to her to get a closer look. “I can see it, yes.. though I’m unsure if I should. I’m not from your world, so this is quite the mystery.”

[we2become1]

“WHAT I AM DOESN’T MATTER,” said the Stand, placing it’s hand upon Trish’s shoulder. “I’M NOT SO EASILY SWAYED BY WINGS.” It raised to it’s full height. “I MAY NOT HAVE MY FULL POWER, BUT I WON’T HESITATE TO STRIKE YOU DOWN IF YOU’RE A THREAT.”

[toratoramin]

Trish doodle

[battleship]

@we2become1

  “Ah, Italian?”

  Yamato didn’t know much of the language herself, but she heard it spoken between foreign ships back home. Those battleships and cruisers she’d seen every so often, and the tiny destroyer that would often pester her for food. Not that she minded too much.

  “Um, mi… dispiace.” She struggled in her response to the stranger’s words. Whatever Yamato was being asked, she simply didn’t understand. “I can’t understand you, I’m sorry…”

[we2become1]

“That’s alright. I can speak English,” came the heavily accented voice. It was hard to not slip into some sort of role, and for now she would become the “lost Italian teen” one. “Do you know where I can have something to eat? I am very hungry.”

She had no idea what was edible and what wasn’t in this Sector.

[aquatempestate-blog]

@we2become1

It’s not often that he’s managed to witness a crime in progress, in this city, but it certainly isn’t the first. As the would-be pickpocket palmed his prize from the girl’s pocket, the dragon drew his hand back and lashed out with a whip of compressed air, causing the man to trip and face-plant himself, rather painfully, into the pavement. Walking over with measured strides, he plucked the wallet out of unresisting fingers and presented it to the pink haired girl from whom it’d been taken.

“I believe this belongs to you, Miss.”

[we2become1]

She leaned over the now blown-over male who tried to steal her belongings and gave him a swift kick in the side, frowning deeply. “Stealing from me - culo!”  After that, she stood up straight and gave the other a wide smile. “Like, thank you for getting that back! I don’t know what I’d, like, do without you.”

[nbremilia]

wannabe

[volavolarevias-blog]

@we2become1

                  — █ ⋮ ✈  A clueless expression settled on his face the second he attempted to read what was written on the bulletin board. While he did possess the ability to read, he - much to his own embarrassment - was only able to understand short and simple words. It was why he was struggling to recover the information he needed. The entire thing was filled with long, complicated sentences. Asking for assistance never crossed his mind since he was extremely ashamed about his lack of knowledge. There were only a few selective individuals he would approach in a situation like this; and none of them were here with him.

                  Casting his gaze to the left, a groan escaped his lips while he scratched his cheek. What a pain. It was difficult for him to stay focused when the task was so boring, so he had to occasionally let his eyes roam around. The fingers on his face ceased moving when he realized the girl standing next to a street sign owned a face that he recgnized. Trish. It was Trish. It was a relief to see her in one piece. While he was dashing towards her, he waved an arm of his high in the air to gain her attention. “Trish! Hey!” After he arrived in front of her, he immediately started bombarding her with questions. “Did you come here alone? Where are Buccellati and the others? Did they do anything to you?”

[we2become1]

She had been waiting to cross the street, her items neatly tucked inside a purse. her lips pressed together as she fought the urge to look at her left, at the bulletin board - her curiosity to know if anyone she had met was there was strong, but not strong enough to override her politeness. She knew she didn't like it when people stared at her for her odd outfit, which had become quite the common occurrence the moment she had stepped into the city.

She continued to not look until she heard the yelling of a very familiar man.

"Narancia?" She questioned, turning before getting a big smile which seemed to want to rip her face in two. "Narancia!" Yelled Trish, scooping him up into a big hug. "It's been so long since I've last seen you-- Buccellati? I haven't see him here, but GioGio and Fugo are here, and Mista -- " she spoke quickly, releasing the other from her strong grip. "He's here too. A lot of us are here!"

[gallantry-blog]

“ It better not be stolen. I’d hate to sound so rude, but I won’t hesitate to fight for my wears. ”

[we2become1]

“Don’t worry, sir. I think if someone took my items, I would fight for them as well. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

[josukespimphand]

Trish and SG doodle. Playin around with different colors tbh. Tfw you make a typo on a post and feel embarrassed afterwards.

[lxremaster-deactivated20160924]

“Ahaha! I’ve never been called an angel before!” Allanon was surprised someone called him an angel of all things. He feels slightly proud of that, but he doesn’t allow it to get to his head. There’s a limit to accepting compliments, and the mage didn’t want to sound egotistical. “No, I’m not, but I take it you like the wings?”

[we2become1]

“They’re beautiful,” she spoke softly, deciding to keep her hands to herself. Her lips pressed together as she tilted her head, bringing fourth her Stand. “Can you see this?” She questioned, the Stand coming to stand next to it’s master with it’s hand upon it’s hips.

[suihei]

“…Thank you,” the teen murmured, taking the book back with a slight bow. She looked scary, that much was certain, but Mitarai was once again reminded that he shouldn’t judge others by their appearance. His instincts screamed to turn away from anyone who looked like they could push him down, beat him up, hurt him… But he had to resist, if he was ever going to move on from his past ordeals.

“Um, so are the food or drinks here any good…?” he asked, trying to strike a conversation. She probably didn’t want to talk to him, of course, but he thought he’d try.

[we2become1]

“Hmm,” the teen said, placing a finger to her lips. She hadn't tried much of the food here, and many of her favourite Italian foods were completely gone. She thought for a few more seconds before she pointed a finger - an answer had came up in her head.

"What about a gyro? There has to be some around here," Trish huffed, crossing her arms. "Have you tried one of those?"

[lxremaster-deactivated20160924]

At those words, Allanon’s wings manifested, and he floated over to a place where he wasn’t being a disturbance. 

“Sorry about that. Did I just make it harder for you or something?”

[we2become1]

Woah. The teen wasn’t expecting that. She stared with wide-eyed wonder before stepping forward. “Scusi, but... are you an angel?” She spoke rather softly, tempted to touch the wings to see if they were real.

[suihei]

@we2become1​

Oh, no.

Of course Mitarai’s book would fall away from his grip, flopping down too close to another person’s personal space to reach. And of course, that book was a library copy, and thus he couldn’t just forget about it and move on. And… yeah, it was dropped near a particularly intimidating-looking woman. Damn it!

The blond swallowed hard, timidly approaching her and murmuring, “I’m… sorry to bother you, but… m-my book fell under your table…”

[we2become1]

She was happy enough to help the other. Trish was imitating - a holdover from when she was in hiding - but her face softened once she heard the murmuring and stuttering. It was a bit foolish, trusting the other not to hurt her, but she was only a teen, she decided.

“Here,” she said, uncrossing her legs to reach between them and grasp the book under the table, recrossing her legs and holding out the object in question.

[solipsisian-blog]

@we2become1

“That way that you speak.” Claire leaned off the wall he had been stuck up against, swiftly turning around the corner to come face to face with the girl he had been trailing for about three blocks now, after hearing her ask for directions.

He rolled his hand forward in a bowing gesture, without breaking eye contact with her. “Miss, I can’t help but wonder if you might be affiliated with a mafia family.” Accents like that were a rarity here but the way she carried herself was the real tell. “Just call it a hunch.”

[we2become1]

Trish jumped with surprise before the other began speaking, her hand upon her heart as the other spoke about her being part of a mafia family. He wasn’t particularly wrong, but...

“Because I’m Italian I’m from a mafia family?!” Her arms crossed, an unhappy scowl coming across her face. “Come si permette! That’s rather insulting!”

[we2become1]

A @lxremaster​ è piaciuto il tuo post.

“Excuse me,” Trish said in a crisp American accent, “I’m cleaning this floor. Could you, like, please get off?”

[mwwrrlll]

My commissions from the lovely @laveerie!!! I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM! They turned out so well!! Thank you so much!!

Those Jotaro tears man and Crimson Fling….omfg!!

[we2become1]

Heart eyes.

[we2become1]

summonxgun ha risposto al tuo post :“There’s a lot of commotion. What’s going on?”

“Apparently someone is being overconfident over women or something like that…I dunno, it’s what I’ve heard. Something about egos too…”

“This city is so loud and confusing sometimes.”