Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190723131114/@comment-27661770-20190724221518

Kujo is not the only one to experience this.

In the dark, two more swirl. One, he may recognize from the newspapers of Morioh, and the descriptions of Josuke. And a funeral invitation from Okuyasyu, perhaps.

Another, from the files of the Speedwagon Foundation, believed to have been killed by a customer of Enya the Hag's. A noble sort, though criminal.

And, on a different plane, someone else feels the same.

A cowboy. Italian, tall, and more roughneck than a Marine. A mischevous streak as long as his list of expertises, and brains to match.

Yet elsewhere...

On the dark surface of Alternia, two people slept in a cave soundly. One, with a machete in hand, the other simply laying on the cold stone floor with only a pillow and blanket to aid.