Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30744559-20190313124935/@comment-26892768-20190313154747

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Foo Fighters looks on after Jotaro, blinking for a moment as she feels an unmistakable sense of...''familiarity. ''Something about the man felt familiar. She can't quite put her finger on it, but her mind keeps flashing back to the time where she guarded the Stand discs for Pucci, so...maybe that's it? Maybe this man has one of the Stands she was guarding back then.

Or maybe it's something else...

Meanwhile...

A man's eyes snap open, and he sits up, acutely aware of his surroundings. He's a blonde, standing around five foot nine, dressed in a purple suit, a green button-down with white stripes, and a black and gold tie.

First thing he does is feel his body with his hands, placing one over his heart for a moment before closing his eyes and concentrating. A second later, his eyes snap open, wide with surprise.

Getting up shakily, he looks around. A small town of some kind, perfectly mundane...

Well. If his heart beating and his Stand being intact (albeit minus a certain third bomb) wasn't enough of an indicator, that confirms it. This is not, as a matter of fact, hell. Somehow, someone or something had managed to pull off what even Higashikata's Stand couldn't and reanimate him, pulling him from the beyond.

Part of him feels like laughing. Despite everything - despite his pursuers finally backing him into the corner, despite Bites the Dust's ability proving itself to have a weakness, despite his death being caused by an ambulance of all things, despite being turned around in the alley where you should never turn around...he still lives. Luck is truly on his side after all.

However, he decides instead to take a moment to reflect. This clearly isn't Morioh, and while part of him feels inclined to say that's a bad thing...the other part of him is thinking back to his conversation with his father. How his father advised him to move elsewhere to avoid pursuit, and how he had refused to do so in spite of everything. And how staying in Morioh ultimately lead to his death.

While it's sad that he had to go from his hometown, perhaps this could serve as a second chance to finally live a peaceful life. No Josuke, no Jotaro, no Reimi...he can simply settle in here and finally achieve his goal regardless of any murderous urges.

First, however, he needs to know where he is in the first place.

He gets on his feet and walks around, looking for someone, and then he spots the perfect to ask for directions - a group of three women, one probably around his age if not older, one looking to be in her teens, and...

...why does the pink-haired one have an assault rifle?

The man shakes his head. It's probably a Stand; all he needs to do is act like he doesn't see it.

And so, the man, better known as Yoshikage Kira, walks up to Summer, Coco, and Sayori, clearing his throat.

"Excuse me..." He looks at the three. "I don't mean to interrupt, but I require some assistance. You see, I'm a tourist, and I'm a little lost. Could you direct me to the nearest tourist center? I'd like to get a map."