JoJo's Bizarre Roleplay: Shades of Heaven

[SephirothSage]

Stein walks in calmly- bowing his head politely as he crosses the threshold. He takes the paper in a smooth, deft movement, looks at it for a moment- then laughs, as if amused by a joke Joel had made. He begins to nod his head, smiling faintly.


"..Heh. Good one.." He rumbles- as if appreciating a joke- before tucking away the paper and then tossing Joel the pencil, humming cheerily the entire time. He then turns his attention back to the matter at hand.


"Ahem.. Regardless. I'd just like to advise you- this is a matter of absolute seriousness. Please, be honest; for your own sake and ours."

 

[Kalin Scarlet]

"I apologize, but I'm not quite sure what exactly a Stand might be, so I can't exactly say I have one honestly. As for that ma-"





Simon paused as the larger detective started to laugh suddenly, apparently at a joke the first detective had written down. "Oh, I love a good joke myself. May I-? Wait, not quite yet, I should probably finish answering your questions, right? Well, I honestly can't remember anything happening that was of any note. I didn't hear anything weird, and I was up for most of the night, working on some music...this morning though, I got a visitor, and thats the first time I came across anything like that." He said, pointing at the picture of the stone mask. "She told me what it was capable of, and even offered to use it on me. At first I was skeptical, but..."


As Simon talked , he noticed that she had moved in front of him, her fists tensed as if prepared for a confrontation. He didn't understand why, but he took it as a sign that these men weren't quite telling him everything. That didn't sit well with Simon.


"U-uhm...you gentlemen said you were from the speedwagon foundation, correct? Would you mind explaining what a private company would want with something like that? I'm guessing you realize what it can do. Are you trying to use it yourselves, perhaps?"


@SephirothSage


@TacoMann

 

[TacoMann]

@Kalin Scarlet @SephirothSage


"Containment. It's use is of no interest to myself or my superiors, and pointless to our mutual friend here." He answers, rather matter-of-fact-ly, gesturing to Stein as he does so. "But to the matter at hand, please, describe the visitor. Did she give a name? Please, elaborate on her offer." Joel gives a roll of the hand, gesturing for you to continue, a faint smile and a nod, as he takes down a few genuine notes.

 

[Kalin Scarlet]

Simon thinks for a moment, as the events he tried to forget come back to him. "The woman...At first I just though she was just a crazy fan. But it turned out she was my fan, a bit off in the head, and also...I feel crazy for saying this, but I'm pretty sure she was a...vampire." Simon said, looking over at the pair. He adjusted the gloves on his hands, and considered what else might be useful to them. What came to mind instead, was a plan.


"As for her offer...I apologize, but I must insist on refusing to answer that question until my terms are met."





@TacoMann @SephirothSage

 

[TacoMann]

@Kalin Scarlet @SephirothSage


Joel flutters away, jotting down notes at quite the pace, about not only his answers, but the chill in the air. "Did she tell you exactly what the mask did?EXACTLY so? What it makes people-...Your terms?" He starts, trailing off as you offer the details of her offer. "...Please, present them, I'll fill them as best I can. Should they prove reasonable of course."

 

[Orikanyo]

(wow, f*ck the notifs)


@TacoMann


"Gotta be a song about catching someone, but well, time to climb I guess." Rosie stated as he walked over to the side of the building, looking up at the roof before he attempted anything.


"Ah boy... this is gona be weird looking... Alright N.R. Let's first look for stairs, then if we don't find them, we climb."


[dice]18767[/dice]


Athletics or acrobatics to climb?

 

[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo


You note a fire-escape in the alleyway adjacent to the building. The ladder is still raised, however. About 20 ft off the ground.


(Your choice on the check option. It's M&M! )


The man has exited the truck, and is now yelling up at tall, lean Danny, creating quite the comedic distance, as Danny looms, quite literally, over him. He yells threats, stamps his feet, and blows cigar smoke in his face.


"Uh, sir, I mean no offense but...who exactly ARE you?"





"Bah! Ya'wun'd'care who I iz' punk'ass egg'ed you are! I'm a gen-yew-ine mastah of ceremonies for the gang callin' the shots, an 'if you don' clear outta 'ere, there'z gonna be HELL ta pay t'night. Y'ere me?!"





"You could just...go around?"





"Look Pal. Brother Curtis's place is down the alley right now- THE ALLEY YOU AN'YOURS IS BLOCKIN' OFF! AIN'T NO GO AROUND! So scram'fore I have t'do somethin!"





The portly man in an overcoat scowls loudly.

 

[Orikanyo]

@TacoMann


"You tell him Danny, don't let his body weight intimidate yea, unless your afraid he'll sit on yea." Rosie stated as he spotted the fire exit ladder, trying to figure out the best means of getting the ladder down, or him up...


Wait, wait a minute.


Why was he doing this like a peasant?


He was Rosie god damn Gunnery, GUN was in his bloody name for christ's sake, and here he was trying to figure if he could parkour his way up?


Taking out one of his silenced heavy pistols he aimed at the lock that was keeping the ladder in place and fired, standing abit away so the ladder won't hurt him.


Taking a routine ranged combat check, reaching 31.


"And here I am thinking of doing a circus performer's work, Rosie Gunnery, high flying artist. Tsk, damn fool I am."


(If you say it works he'll be heading up to get a better look around, doubt you'll need need climb check for the ladder and steps.)

 

[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo


(Works just fine)


You rapidly ascend to the roof, as Danny continues talking to the man.


"Ya Speedwagon Goons don't respec'nuthinz! Nuthin'z!! Keep pushin' me boy, I'll clamp yer arm'z off! I got some thingz y'could be scared of!"





Danny lets Weird Science sidle out of his back, and place its hands side-by-side around it's mouth, as if to yell across the room, just in case. No response from them man, would seem he doesn't notice the existence of the striped spirit.

 

[Orikanyo]

Standing atop of the roof, looking like some sort of strange cowboy super hero as the wind blew his coat dramaticly, he took a moment to scan the horizon for anything odd, then to Danny and tubbah bubbah, then to the bloody shoe prints he spotted earlier, he only hoped that his target left something, anything behind...


Maybe if he was lucky?


(turns out I'm not, left it to dice, got me this roll, routine is 15 if you think that's best, but I wana see what sillyness comes forth.)


[dice]18768[/dice]

 

[TacoMann]

(I'm sorry hon. Normally I'd be nice, but that's a 1 there.)


@Orikanyo


As you scan about the rooftop, you find the landing spatter, you move to trace it, and step in a puddle of sorts. You slip, and fall, splashing the puddle, washing off what little blood is still on the roof, and disturbing the trail with your unintended incompetence. Down in the street, Danny continues arguing with the man, who has gotten heated enough to break into repeat coughing fits, and is already on his second cigar of the shouting match.


You hear a giggle at your prat-fall, faint, but there. Switching the location of your eyes to the current location of your ears would provide a view of a figure silhouetted against the morning sun across the alley you found the fire escape in.

 

[Orikanyo]

(No worries, expected a slip)


@TacoMann


"grah! bloody hell!" Rosie cursed and spat, slamming his fist downward as he stood back up once again. "Damn.. idiot!" he cursed and swore, feeling like an utter fool. "Damn it... gotta try and find anything else... whoever it was came up here, I'll be damned if i don't come outa this with something..."


Standing back up he attempted to think on what he could do... Obviously, the target had come up here, he knew the blood was here, even if it had been cleaned, something, anything had to be around. If anything, they knew they were dealing with a freak, lest the whole wall would've been splattered, the person was a jumper alright, he already ascertained this... however from the look of it he doubted the person was a stand user, if this person was, why did they leave the tracks or stand so close to the blood spray, unless... The stand increased the physical characteristics of the person, but I doubt they would be able to jump this normally.


In the end, those who used the stands were normal people...


...kinda...


regardless he decided to take it slow this time, spend a great deal of time searching the area around him for anything at all that he could use, mainly to not leave this empty handed... if anything he already deduced the person wasn't exactly normal in physical prowess, if nothing up here, he'd hunt down those shoe prints, figure out the size from the print to possibly ascertain body size... if he had time of course.


(just... just take a 10.... or a 20 if time allows and if its a thing in M&M.)

 

[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo


The giggle returns, definitely a feminine one, as the figure approaches the edge of the roof she stands on, and sits down, crossing her legs, letting them dangle over the alley. Her elbow resting on her knee. Her chin resting on her palm.


You find that the figure was probably a size 6-7 womens shoe, from the remaining prints, and it looks like they went straight along the roof. May have turned at some point, but the blood trail ended before it reached either edge.

 

[Orikanyo]

@TacoMann


the second giggle catching his ears, guess his brain was to busy playing detective to realized he was being watched, he turned to see the young woman staring at him, looking quite, quite sultry. Though judging from the way the world works, this woman was definitely not just a random passer-by... who was sitting on the roof...


...that in itself makes the thought that this was normal at all kind of foolish.


"Err... guess you saw my fall then, figures, people are always watching during folk's failures, but never during their victories huh?' he joked the woman whom was quite, QUITE suspicious. "Now.. i understand if you were out on a stroll, but i'm not certain yea should be up here, kinda dangerous for a cutie like yourself, not that i should be up here either, but I got a little bird to catch. Don't tell me you've seen any flying women about have yea? Maybe covered in blood?" Rosie smirked with a small chuckle as he leaned towards the woman, his hands resting on his belt... Just centimeters away from his pistols...


His demeanor was friendly, joking to try and make this end without any body getting hurt... But the old adage was true more often then not...


They always return to the scene of the crime.


And at this time... he really hoped it wasn't.

 

[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo


She gives another giggle. "You know, your friend Danny might be in a bit more trouble than he looks." She says softly. A low, crooning voice echoing out. Her features just barely visible. A deep green bomber jacket, and a matching ball-cap. Four letters stand out, emboldened on the cap. D - R - L - W . Her bright lips, a match blue, part into a grin. "I haven't seen a flying woman tonight. But I've seen one around Brooklyn these past nights. One with a mask. I've seen Mr. Chain-Cough there talking to her in the day-time, as well." Her eyes narrow, as she leans further forward, her torso hanging over the edge as she adjusts herself. Her second elbow coming to rest in her palm, as she cranes herself forward to rest on her other palm, her pinky rising to meet her lip. "Of course, you intervening isn't quite my interest. I'm just as invested in your party as his so-called family, and am quite interested in seeing how he fares to his counterpart...Then again, there's always the chance he isn't as alone as he looks down there..." She casts a glance sideways, the building she's on, and your own position, obscuring Danny and the fat one from view.


@SephirothSage


Danny's voice echoes from Joel's radio for a moment. "I got abit of a tough customer out here right now, buddy. Mind sending customer service on out? Might make things go a little quicker." Joel gives a nod to the radio, and responds "Roger." He points to you, then the door. "I'll wrap up in here, just make sure it goes smooth, big guy."

 

[Orikanyo]

@TacoMann


"...I see... Guess it might be time for another fight, had hoped this would go without incident. i really hope they don't dock my pay if any problems arise should I need to cause some rain." he sighed, walking towards the side of the building to get a better view around the area, he might have to play the sniper from up here.


"So, the big guy down there is tied to the flying woman... A Mask to, probably what was that murder weapon to... Got some freaky arm strength if she can do all that in one blow, can't say i ain't jealous of it to." he chuckled, his eyes peering across the street like a falcon awaiting it's prey's next move, but never taking an eye off his partner up on the roof.


"the names Rosie Gunnery, laugh at the name if you want, I just got a feelin' that hiding something from yea ain't the best thing to do, since you probably already know it if you know Danny and the other folk." he scratched behind his head, looking quite annoyed at this whole deal.


"Can never be hired to do a simple job. Always comes down to something big on the line... or some big conspiracy, god forbid I collect an easy pay. Doesn't help I'm a gun-man." he lamented slightly about his unfortunate run of luck. "The woman came for the young man no doubt, the rock star kid, can't be called a coincidence, the guy is abit to popular to be over looked here. Its safe enough to assume the big guy is here for him as well. Why? hell if I know, but he wants to be in that alley, without us there."


"So, what side are you on? No need to feel scared I don't bite, not like your here to hurt me from the looks of it, maybe stand on a roof and tell a idiot who can't stand on his own two feet some hints." he smirked on the last part, hands still at his belt as if daring her to say otherwise, he was good on the draw, even though she was close he could get a few good shots still.

 

[SephirothSage]

Stein nods in his helmet, tapping his chin through it. He sighs- and turns to head outside, unhappy with possible combat in the sun; but willing to deal with it. At least the suit is hiding.


He steps out calmly- and his voice rumbles from the helmet, as the six foot six wall of vampire and kevlar walks out.


"And just what is going on out here."

 

[TacoMann]

@SephirothSage


As you step out into the street, you see the scene of Danny, Stand raised behind him. The portly, gruff figure lights a third cigar with a cough, Danny goes to respond, but the greying man cuts him off as he approaches. "I'll tell ya whatz. Speedwagon'z'gon an'sent outta big'ass THUG, You! To push ME around." He steps closer, reaching up as if to grab your shoulder, but instead grabbing your arm, due to height difference. He has a rather firm grip. Quite the strong grip actually. Almost alittle painful. "Well, I-DON'-DO-PUSHIN!"





Danny gives an exasperated sigh. "He doesn't quite seem to get the meaning of an area being legally shut down for private investigation. Insists he needs something in the alley. Refuses to go look for another path into the alley."





@Orikanyo


The woman gives another chuckle. Colder this time. A single blonde tress falls loose from her cap, framing the left side of her face as she leans. "I'd introduce myself, Rosie. But no point in telling you something you wouldn't remember. I'm a little dissapointed if she used the mask for today's murder. I mean really, that's not what I gave it to her to use it for. If she turned someone, that was a dramatic way to do it, but I wouldn't think so. Honestly, I have no idea who you are. You're new to the scene and all. It's the Speedwagon Foundation that keeps tabs on all the stand users and noted weirdos in a mile radius. I'm just looking for...Well. A Star, to put it neatly, simply, and vaguely." She folds her hands together, still leaning mostly over the alley, flipping a knife out of her sleeve, and striking a pose with the knife both pointed towards you, and between her lips. "I do miss a chance to show off from time to time, I'll admit... I'm alittle tempted to give things a whirl right now. You seem like you might be fun..." Her lips part into a smirk, framing the blade, before twirling the switchblade around, flipping it into her other hand with skill and dexterity.

 

[Orikanyo]

@TacoMann


Rosie stared at the women for a moment, blonde.... damn... he would've bet red. "Wont remember huh? it'd be a damn shame to forget a sweet voice like yours. But I'm afraid I'll have to decline your offer there love, I don't fight for fun, especially without orders to do so, makes sure i don't go off making enemies without a reason you know, business." he waved his hand to the side, as if waving off the situation slightly, his demeanor going from


"Besides, I ain't gona lie love." he beamed a smile her way, looking rather jovial in the face of an obvious threat.


"I don't think I'd last a minute against yea."


As he spoke his hands drew his pistols, one not exactly pointing anywhere, but the other towards the group below, looking more or less like a shrug then an actual show of force, as if to show the simplicity of his nature.


"I'm a gun-man, nothing to special, i'm a good shot but I'm not super human, I'm just good old Rosie. Just a fool with a big mouth, big pistols and is an even bigger idiot." he chuckled at his own shots against himself, he didn't want to fight this woman, as non-assuming she seemed... She knew a great deal, and those who know a great deal, tend to be stronger then they look... especially one who admits she gave the mask to the culprit.


"Beside, even if i was special, and we were to fight right now..." he trailed his words for a moment as his eyes scanned every possible thing he could see on her body... To tell the others later of course.


"Don't you think it would ruin the surprise?"

 

[Kalin Scarlet]

@Kalin Scarlet @SephirothSage
Joel flutters away, jotting down notes at quite the pace, about not only his answers, but the chill in the air. "Did she tell you exactly what the mask did?EXACTLY so? What it makes people-...Your terms?" He starts, trailing off as you offer the details of her offer. "...Please, present them, I'll fill them as best I can. Should they prove reasonable of course."

Simon leans forward, and stares directly into the man's eyes. He was determined...he wanted to know...


"I need to see one of the people affected by the stone mask. I need to see if it was really possible to...so something like that to a person. I'll tell you what else I know if you can do that."


@TacoMann @SephirothSage

 

[TacoMann]

@Kalin Scarlet


As the door closes behind Stein, Joel turns back to you. As he hears your terms, he gives a chuckle. "Sorry, sorry. Now. You may be wondering why my good friend there is wearing such heavy armor on a basic Crime-Scene Investigation. Y'see. Four hundred years ago or so, he had just about the same damn question. And in a desperate bid to cling to life, put a mask on. He wound up getting fished up from a lake bottom about a century ago. Can't step in the sun or he'll melt away. He's stronger than we'll ever be. Tougher. Probably a good bit faster. But I think he'd agree with me, that mask didn't make him "great". If you're at all familiar with the concept of a vampire... Those masks would be where that comes from. I've spent most of my life cleaning up after them. That tell you enough, or do I have to haul him back in here and chop his arm off?"

 

[Kalin Scarlet]

Simon glances at the massive man sitting closest to the door. "Is that right..." Simon turns back to the man asking the questions, and sat up straight.


"No, that isn't nessecary. I just wanted to be sure that the woman wasnt crazy. That I wasn't crazy, for believing her. She told me that the mask would do all you said it does, and that once it did that to me, she would bring me into her family...I didn't fully understand at the time, but I guess that means there are more than just her, and the other she spoke of in this city. I'm sorry, I don't know who she was talking about. But the woman's name was Franzesca. She was dressed in a nurse's outfit...and that's all that comes to mind.





@SephirothSage @TacoMann

 

[SephirothSage]

Stein stares for a long, long moment. The man might think it's hesitation to push this farther.


In reality, he's debating on how to hit the man non-fatally; for a moment. And then he realizes.


This mans grip, is actually hurting my arm? That's evidence- this...


"..This is no normal thug, I see." He states calmly- as he suddenly lashes out with his un-occupied arm in a blur; a blow aimed for a straight sucker punch to the thugs gut. "Unhand me and leave." He says calmly- as he crouches, preparing for the coming fight.


[dice]18853[/dice]

 

[TacoMann]

@SephirothSage


The man vomits as your punch lands dead square into his stomach. If you weren't restricted as you where, you probably would've ruptured his appendix. Still, his grip grows tighter, and you feel his weight pull you forward with him half a foot as he jolts back from the impact. "GHY-Y-Y'BASTAD! AUGH!! DO'AT AGAIN AN' YOU'LL REGRE'IT! I SWEARZ TO YA!!" He shouts, as he regains his footing, still coughing and sputtering to a degree. The fetid scent of cigars and a half-digested tuna sandwich fresh on his breath.


@Kalin Scarlet


"Oh, she was crazy. Franzesca Sawbones is the name of a back-alley doctor we've been tracing, who's responsible for a plague of vampires sweeping across Brooklyn, abducting innocents at night to multiply. Regardless. Thank you for your time." He chuckles softly as he stands, and adjusts the rifle on his shoulder. He stops, as he reaches for the door-handle. "Care to see what it looks like when a Vampire's in action?"

 

[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo


"Mhmm, well you do know how to make a point....And it looks like Joel'll be interceding long before I could go to run interference there.... Surprised that idiot is still alive after all these years... Regardless. I bid you adieu then." She cracks a grin, and you catch a shine of the green in her eyes, as she tosses the knife up. A third arm, a blue arm, wrapped in loose white cloths, springs to catch the knife as she stands. The smooth, tanned skin of her navel visible, as she leans back to ease her Stand's reach. Her far-too-loose grey pants, held in place by no less than three thin belts, flail in the wind, as she steps off the edge, the chuckle again crossing the air as she slides into the alley below, her Stand and knife slowing her descent, until her feet gently clip the damp concrete below. She turns into the alley, and walks in to the twisting expanse of brooklyn's underbelly.