JoJo's Bizarre Roleplay: Shades of Heaven

[Orikanyo]

@TacoMann


Rosie woke with a mild start, more expecting the sound of a door breaking in then Danny, but regardless the man gave him a good morning indeed, from the sounds of his words, muffled within Rosie's ears due to being half asleep he believed he could recall the wonderous words he has been waiting on all night.


"Time for work."


Words that meant he was hried, words that meant he could perform a service in return for custom, money, entitlement, wonderous dollah bills yo!


And so, he got up with a smile on his grizzled face, looking to Danny with a content smirk. "Point the way Danny, if theres work to be done I'm the man for it." he stated with a hand motioning him to proceed with whatever hes going to be doing. "You want more vamps splattered, stuff guarded, hell I'll even babysit the boss's kid if he wants."


Needless to say, Rosie was ready.

 

[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo


"Oh, you wouldn't like a babysitting job. Year of being legally on-her-own and Jolyne's already on lockup. Boss actually went missing after he went off to deal with some shit down at the GDP regarding her...hope they're alright. Professor Kujo's no spokesman, but he's still a straight guy, y'know? Heh. Hirasawa seems like one bad call away from turning this place into one giant test lab- Bah. No point rambling on it! Besides. We don't have a job quite yet. Joel gets briefed, I listen to Joel. Want to stay alive? "Listen to Joel"'s been a good motto for me. Heheh... Seriously, though, we're headed up to Joel's suite to meet with him, then we head out on his word." He gives a chuckle as he adjusts his coat abit, then opens the door. "Got everything?"

 

[SephirothSage]

Meanwhile, a certain Knight meditates on his bed, leaning back. He nods back as Joel adresses him- then speaks calmly in response.


"My apologies for keeping you up so late. I'm sure it can't be pleasant operating with so little sleep, even if you are used to it." He rumbles softly- leaning back against the bed in his almost torpor-like state of sleep; quietly glad that there's no sunlight he's exposed to at the moment despite the hour.


"Mrm.."

 

[Orikanyo]

@TacoMann


At his words Rosie took to going over his gear one last time, reloading his guns, checking his clothes, doing morning flexes with N.R, brushing his teeth with a on to go pack he carries around spitting the lob of mint into the nearest trash can.


He never was a fancy man, he wasn't about to start now... unless that was his job.


"Sounds like the boss has a fire brand of a kid, Jolyne eh? Never met someone named that yet, good news I suppous. Listen to Joel it is." he ended off repeating his words, stepping out the doorway as his eyes looked to the floor for any sign of what was scrapping by last night.


"lead the way, I'll probably get a chance to have the run of the place soon but I don't know squat about the building yet. Hopefully today will be an easy one, gut says otherwise but that might just be the sweets last night." he spoke as his eyes went to his stomache for a moment, hoping to have it remain normal for the time being, he maybe surrounded by oddities, but nature rules all things in the end.

 

[TacoMann]

@SephirothSage


"Eh. Non-issue really, with the magical power of caffeine to compel me through the day." He nods over to the coffee pot, as his phone buzzes, he pulls it out, and scrolls quickly, reading rapidly. "Ugh. Got a lead already. Guy dead outside a trailer stop in Brooklyn. Go figure. Looks like his face was caved in with something blunt. And slightly larger than his face. Initial studies by our personnel suggest that he had a stone mask rammed face-first into his face. Guess our mark got sloppy. Or angry. Or both. Either way, Joel should be coming up soon, and even sooner-"


He's cut off by an intern in a plain white outfit wheeling in portable IV fixture, and a small cooler tethered to the base of the pole. "Called fer'a'n'mergency full-day transfusion?! Sweet Christmas did someone get their blood replaced with Subject 19-"


"No. No. Just getting a friend a proper breakfast. Carry on." He nods the man away, and as the door shuts behind him, Joel opens the cooler, and tosses what appears to be a compressed canister of fluid at you, along with a surgical tube. An IV chord set, with insert replaced with a nozzle of sorts. "B-. Sorry to give second-rate if that offends, but it's what Teaparty gives, and he's our main producer. If you don't need it, stuff it in the fridge for later. You seem like you may last as long as Danny has..."





@Orikanyo


Danny gives an excitable nod, as he leads the way into the hall, and up to the penultimate floor along the stairs. "Well, the residential units and study areas and pleasure zones are the back-hallways over every floor, with the execption of the 1st floor, and sub-levels. Everything else is office space and training areas. Again, except the sub-levels. Elevators go to everywhere but the penthouse. 'gotta take the stairs there. It's fun though! Oh man you should SEE the Boss's room. He's got this awesome desk, and-like, a ton of books, and a little mini-aquarium, and this picture of him as a kid with his grand-dad and a bunch of other TOTALLY ripped guys- oh, right, I mentioned he's, like, a college professor on Marine Biology, right? Well he looks like a damn GIANT. Trust me, you could pick him out in a crowd. Dude is BUILT. Well. Less built now. Looks the same as he did at 17- that's kinda weird isn't it? Bah, either way, he's got all kinds of funky tropical fish in his office and this one turtle with a gem in it that if I stare at to long I can't help but think of this song all-"


He trails off into a whistling, scatting attempt at a rhythm as you finally turn off onto a floor. Danny seems rather energetic a fellow. He approaches a door in the rather ornate hallway, and gives a knock. Another. Two more in timing to his humming.

 

[Kalin Scarlet]

Hours after his unexpected visitor, Simon wakes up on the floor, a layer of frost covering everything in the kitchen following his panic attack. Turning to the front door, and the growing sounds of sirens, the young performer grows nervous, and rushes into the living room, collecting his jacket as he opened the door cautiously.


"Whats going on, now...can't I just have some peace?"


@TacoMann

 

[Orikanyo]

@TacoMann


"Boss sounds like a good man, from the sound of it i should call him big boss, or maybe the big fish in the pond." Rosie smirked at his chained puns, in truth the man sounded pretty cool, not exactly like his previous employers in the slightest, hell nobody around here seemed to be forced to work and are legitimately... cheerful, or atleast that is what he feels from the place, he hasn't really talked to anybody but Danny yet here but the place was filled with a good energy, or atleast put up a good front of such, probably has it's share of skeletons in it's closet, hell maybe even has that closet extend into the basement.


But it wasn't his place to pry, all he wanted was a fat pay check, a nice place to sleep, good food and better friends, nothing more he needed. hell, Danny was coming to be a good one, talkative sure but it's better then quiet and sullen. hes had enough of wannabe anti-heroes and angsty fools, it was refreshing to hear a man banter for once. "tropical fish, I've seen a few but it just makes me wonder how they taste.. Once had a Mahi-mahi fish, grilled, oh it was great, melted in your mouth, soft and flakey, filling to, though had grilled pineapple that was some good afterwards... caramelized brown sugar and a touch of cinnamon atop a thick slab of slightly browned pineapple... damn I'm getting hungry just at the thought." Rosie wiped the slightest bit of slobber from his cheek as he looked to the door once more.

 

[SephirothSage]

The man catches what's thrown to him- red eyes flickering over what is before him quietly as he nods slowly.. smiling gently as he adjusts his posture to lean against a nearby wall- before chuckling softly.


"Perhaps I'll have a drink before I head out for the night this evening, but I'm still fine for now. I devoured several lesser vampires last night." He explains with a gentle smile. "Still- I am thankful, and this'll be good to have later on tonight; I'll probably feel the thirst again by nightfall." He admits softly- nodding his head thankfully, and smiling charmingly at the intern as she walks out- before looking back to Joel.


He stretches out as he rises to stand- and leans against a wall.


"Mrm... So. I can't really leave the building during the day- but the rest of you, the... Pillar Woman, was the term? Notwithstanding.... can. So- what am I to do here to be of assistance, while the rest of you work during the day..? Or will the entire operation occur at night time." He inquires calmly.

 

[TacoMann]

@Kalin Scarlet


As you open the door, you see a rather gruesome spectacle in the street down the lot. An ambulance, wheeling away, as a massive spatter of drying blood surrounds a humanoid outline in the street. The head much more unclear than the rest of the outline. Afew detectives and reporters taking photographs of the scene, as a police perimeter holds back a crowd gathered around the spectacle.


@SephirothSage


"You're coming with us. Heavy hoodie. Loose pants. Gloves. You'll look like a gang tough, but it'll do. Our mark's only active during the night too, remember? Any rough-stuff happens, Gunnery and Danny are plenty of backup. Plus you may have an insight or two. Recognize something. Be good for finishing off someone in an alley. Always want as many bodies as we can fit in one van without having to get clearance from higher-up." He looks over to the door, and nods, as a loud, energetic voice echoes down the hall. He pours out three mugs of caffinated, black-brown fluid, sets out a bowl of sugar, and pulls out a carton of cream from his fridge. A voice whistling can be heard, followed by a series of knocks on the door. "Come in!"


@Orikanyo & @SephirothSage


"Come in!"


Danny pushes the door open and steps in, as he looks back. "Ohohoh, you're getting me hungry too, G-Man. Gettin' me hungry too. We should grab a bite some time! Reminds me of this grill out in Jersey-Nevermind- What's up Joel?"


"Dead guy. Alleyway. Mask used to beat his face in. Face-to-face."


"....Huh. When are we rolling out?" The energetic redhead passes a cup of black coffee to Rosie, before stepping across Joel, a good many heaping scoops of sugar into his coffee, and a dollop of cream. Joel drains back his mug of black coffee, casually adjusting the rifle over his shoulder.


"Five minutes. Get this: Report says it was outside some rock-star's wagon."

 

[Thief of Words]

-----[Meanwhile, the previous evening]----


Maiden had eyed the little man for a moment, running through numerous questions in her mind. Taking a moment to sort them into a semblance of a structure, she nodded. "First: why were you storing that creature?" Her tone grew cold and penumbral as she continued, "And why do you posssess what is clearly one of Kars' stone masks? I had accounted you relatively sane for your species thus far. Then, I had accounted you human before your...trespass before. What precisely makes you capable of replicating my Mode? Though, if it's the obvious, then you have me at a severe disadvantage, given your possession of one of those Stand things plus your ability to effectively bypass my Mode's chief benefit." She continued to speak working things through aloud as she went, "Presumably that creation was a product of either the same mask which created the vampiric knight, which would....suggest...that at some point in time you managed to get your hands upon the mask which made me into the monster I am. If so, I would know where it is, as I'd only just succeeded in relocating it to destroy it before my most recent stony hibernation. Other questions I would have for you would include knowing your organization's intentions, knowing if you have any further intelligence regarding the locations of more masks or their spawn, and if you have actual proof of Esidisi, Kars, and Whamu being eliminated. I have no desire to foster false hope as to the finality of their ends."

 

[TacoMann]

@Thief of Words


"It is not a vampire, and this is not one of Kars's stone masks. Nor am I a vampire. While partially based on the stone masks in design, this featureless piece of metal does not use trepanning or forcible neural override. Nor is it's purpose to empower. Forces, is a Stand unto itself. I created the mask in an attempt to find a way to remove dangerous Stands from Stand-wielding criminals and terrorists. A painful, but non-lethal process, the purpose the mask was to store the stand in a focus, then remove the focus. My researcher had the bright idea of using- ... Something, particularly pure, in his attempts to make a focus. The result was that something becoming Forces. I can recall it into the mask if it gets loose. So far, we've kept it contained to the building. ai.."


He gives a sigh, collecting himself a fair bit more. "Now, I bear no way to prove the fates of Esidisi and Wham beyond the records of afew of our oldest agents, our previous director, Joseph Joestar, and our founder himself, Robert E.O. Speedwagon....As to the fate of Kars, however... give me a moment." He adjusts his suit again, and clears his throat, before speaking out rather dramatically "Agent Five. Agent One. TAKE THE WHEEL."


The dark, ominous, coat-and-hat wearing figure that greeted the party out front erupts from his back, sliding into the wall, casting a great shadow upon it. Another "agent" emerges from Hirasawa's back. Diving into the shadow and surging upwards, out of sight. The first agent to join the mass of shadow spreads his arms, turning into an archway, of sorts. "...I have a theory I want to test out, if you don't mind. If my STAND allows me to enter the same state as your Mode, then perhaps you can use my stand's entrances and exits as well as I can..." He adjusts himself again, then gestures for you to approach the door of shadow.

 

[Orikanyo]

@TacoMann @SephirothSage


"Mornin' Joel, Ser Stein." Rosie greeted as he stepped inside, plucking the hot cup from Danny as he listened to the incredibly brief telling of what happened earlier, mask used to beat a man's face in...


"Just how pissed do you have to be to kill a man with a mask... I've seen folks use some crazy shit as weapons, a telephone, street sign, but not a mask... I guess the mask is the part we're interested in?" he asked as he waited his turn with the sugar, goodness knows he'll need it for the hell thats gona come up workin against whatever those things were last night.


As he started piling a sugar pile to rival Danny's he looked to Count Stein, the knight in shining skin. "You know about this mask business?"

 

[SephirothSage]

The 'Knight in Shining Skin', as he was called, is frowning at the plan proposed, as he strokes his ancient chin- and sighs gently.


"While I am all for attempting to aid you in daytime- I am sceptical of the notion that any amount of clothing will be truly sufficient to keep the lights of day from my body entirely. Perhaps some kind of a fully sealed suit of armor- but clothing? I would, eventually, be struck by the sun- I assure you."

 

[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo + @SephirothSage


"We could throw in a bandanna, gloves, and some duct-tap, for the full gang-banger theme?"


"Or UV-Shielded HAZMAT, to go along with the fact that we're investigators. Not armor meant to protect against blade, but against brightness...."


"Eh. I kinda liked my idea."





"No offense Rammes, but as you're under our ward, you're sort of a liability to leave here."


The two men drain back their coffees, and nod.

 

[Thief of Words]

Striking a more understated version of her typical pose, Maiden's body melted down into a shadowy figure slipping across the floor. She would humor the man for now, and it this was a trap, she would survive as best she could and then hunt Hirasawa down for his betrayal. Speaking calmly from her position on the floor, she eyed the doorway to see what was on the other side of it. "I presume you realize that making a trap of this would be unwise in the extreme, yes? For the time being we seem share an obvious goal: the eradication of Kars' creations and the end of their depredations upon your species. That does not mean I will not defend myself. Understood?"

 

[Orikanyo]

@TacoMann @SephirothSage


"...so..." Rosie took a long deep drink of his sugar pile laced with coffee. "Maybe get the guy some riot gear? Would be more armored and it bloody covers everything, modern day plate mail if you could call it anything." He added his two cents.


"...do... we have a mascot costume?"

 

[TacoMann]

@Thief of Words


"It would be unwise to waste such a potent asset, and I doubt I could trap you inside a domain we share. I risk my Stand with this..." As you slide into the gateway of shadow, you emerge into the moonlight atop the building, A rather large object lays resting in the middle of the room, a great extending tube of contained, focused lenses, aimed up at the sky. Bringing view closer and closer from the night sky. "Go on. We keep it trained on him at all times. Eyes to the smallest lens."





@Orikanyo + @SephirothSage


Danny gives a heavy chuckle, whilst Joel smirks and dials another code onto his phone-set.


"Special code: Uncle Victor Somalia." he says into the speaker, before punching the last mark of the code.

 

[Orikanyo]

@TacoMann @SephirothSage


At his last suggestion Rosie froze at the two men's reactions... they... they weren't going to... They...


"...you guys didn't do what I just think yea did, did yea?" he asked the two with a slightly fearful glance towards the count. "That suggestion was a joke! What the hell is this place's mascot anyways?"

 

[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo


Danny grins over at you, his chuckle turning to a Hyena's yipping laugh as Joel cracks a wide grin, starting to break into a bit of a chuckle himself. Grinning and laughing, leaning back against the counter as he and his companion descend into laughter.

 

[SephirothSage]

The huge wall of a man seems to spend a long, long time.... twitching. His eyes lower- and an ominous aura begins to hang around the man. He closes his eyes- and the angle of his head seems to cast his face in an eerie darkness as he clenches his fists- and speaks in a deceptively soft tone towards a certain gunslinger.


"I will not be reduced to the indignity of a /mascot costume/, for the sake of doing a service here. No... However. I see the practicality of other suggestions; perhaps some kind of a UV Shielded Armor /would/ work well, if I could cover every inch of my body."

 

[Thief of Words]

Stepping forward, Maiden gave Hirasawa a wary look before nodding and placing her eye to the telescope's eyepiece.

 

[TacoMann]

@Thief of Words


A silver rock. Floating in the expanse of space. Strange details adorning it. Details like, the curves of curled wings. The countless horns of an over-aged "Pillar man". And eventually making itself into view. The frozen, snarling, panicked visage of Kars himself. Staring back at earth. Frozen into a permanent shriek of terror as he drifts further and further. A crystallized mass sealed not by a mask, but by the nature of an immortal in the impossible to survive depths of the void.


"Unless someone's stupid enough to set a 12-year, 20 man trip to thaw him. That's a pretty final fate. Hai."


@Orikanyo @SephirothSage


A knock resounds at the door, as the intern returns. Wheeling in a sheeted rack. As it's wheeled in, he sets it down. "HEheheh. Oh GOD That would be too good. But, technically, you will be dressing up as the face of Speedwagon...in our Peacekeeping division attire." Weird Science pulls back the sheet, revealing a rather bulky set of riot armor, with a helmet that matches up to a re-breather. It seems to be every bit armor as it is a hazmat suit. A few of the Foundation's sigils adorn the suit.


"Meant to protect against chemical attacks, and prepared for potential stand usage on the front lines. Modified to have a UV protected visor. We can give you a gun to complete the look if you like. Probably won't be too good for you, if you haven't practiced that much. Might attract the media attention but, this is already blowing up in the tabloids. People thinking this Rock-Star kid is in a cult, or tied to the black market, or he ate Tupac."

 

[Orikanyo]

@TacoMann


A whistle came from Rosie as he saw the suit, a slight bit of jealousy but he knew its purpose, not like he needed to hide from Mr.Sun. "Well, looks like you got your platemail, get in that and you'd be a real modern knight." Rosie commented as he finished off his sugar. "That aside, looks like good protection to boot, probably cost a fortune. A fortune I don't got." he chuckled the last part as his eyes looked to Danny and Joel.


"Rock-star? Don't tell me we're gona be chatting up some whiny rich kid." Rosie scoffed, looking like he get took some particularly bitter medicine.

 

[Thief of Words]

For the first time that any living had seen of her, Maiden's perpetually guarded expession relaxed. A small smile cracked her lips, and then she began to laugh, tears streaming down her cheeks. Collapsing back to the rooftop, she lay on her back, smiling up at the stars as a weight she'd born longer than human civilization had existed was suddenly removed. She wasn't sure she could grasp the full implications of that, but she suddenly realized she might actually have time in which to do so. Shaking her head slowly, she sat up. "I"m not sure you grasp the enormity of the gift this knowledge bestows. If there is aught I can do to assist with the termination of that bastard's legacy, you have but to ask."

 

[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo + @SephirothSage


"From what I hear? Kid's a nice Japanese boy. Regular chaste, pure, distant enigma. Damn mysterious. Which is why this is going to blow up even wilder than usual. Which I suppose works. Makes it easier to dismiss any ACTUAL weird shit. Sane people dismiss the obvious lies. Fairy tales. Vampires. Secret organizations based out of New York featuring blank slates in stylish uniforms keeping track of supernatural phenomenons across the globe."


"So does The Foundation actually get royalties from-"





"Regardless. Count. Suit up."


@Thief of Words


"We hunt down every last mask that the madman you see through those lenses has made. And we keep them from being used for the purpose of vile deeds such as those that have tormented this company and it's founders." He gives a sigh, and nods to her. "Tomorrow. Within the day, we shall investigate what we can as to this current nascent vampire. At night. We shall hunt them."