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Luigi

2017-08-20T07:04:48Z

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|Image=Luigi.jpg
|Name=Luigi
|Series=(Super) Mario Bros.
|Class=Heroic Plumber
|Alignment=Super Nice Guy
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Age=Adult
|Birthdate=July 14
|Height=5'7"
|Weight=198 lbs
|Short=Mustachio'd Italian man in a green shirt and denim overalls. It's-a me, Luigi! Info: Luigi's here alone while Mario rescues Princess Peach (again) back in the Mushroom Kingdom, and Professor E. Gadd figures out how to get Luigi back home! Fortunately, the L.O.S.T. device ("Logistical Organized Systematic Transcommunicator" system) provided by Professor Gadd keeps the Brothers in contact!
|Desc=         A short fellow, about 5'7", with dark brown hair. He wears primarily green. A green 'poor boy' styled cap with a round white patch on the front sits upon his head. The patch has a letter 'L' in green upon it.         He has a rather large nose, large blue eyes above it, and a smooth handlebar mustache beneath that nose. He wears a green shirt and a pair of denim overalls, a pair of heavy brown shoes, and white gloves on his hands.         And on his left ear he wears a large, round, red earphone of sorts, with a large round microphone pressed against his jaw. The red part on his ear blinks with a red light every so often.
|Skills=<ul style="list-style-type:disc"><li>Super Movement: Much like his brother Mario, Luigi is able to run faster and jump higher than a normal human. The brothers are both able to jump more than twice their height, and even chain up to three jumps in the air. Luigi's individual jumps in particular are higher than Mario's, and he can run slightly faster than his brother. Additionally he can slow nis ascent or descent during a jump by "scuttling" his feet in the air; this gives him more control during jumps and increases his horizontal leaping ability. However, while it's easier for Luigi to get up to speed, it's also more difficult for him to stop running, since he is lighter than his brother and doesn't have as much mass to create inertia. Thus he needs a longer distance to stop running.</li><li>Physical Condition: Whether it's due to Magic Mushrooms or not, both Mario and Luigi are able to take much more damage than a normal human being, and tend to recover from their injuries faster. This is not regeneration, and if they lose a limb it will remain gone (barring outside influences). However, they heal from wounds about twice as fast as a normal human. Additionally they're able to stand multiple-story falls with little more than getting banged up or knocked out, rather than breaking every bone in their bodies. It takes a whopping 100-foot fall to start causing injuries.</li><li>Fighting Style: Luigi's fighting style incorporates powerful strikes, but a lot of overextension. It's not unusual for Luigi to fall on his head or face while performing these moves, either. Or even to use his head as a battering ram, turning himself into a missile with his head as the payload. While it doesn't seem to hurt him much (it's just his head, after all), he does require a few extra moments to get off the floor when he does this. Additionally, he has been known to fling ill-aimed moves or to "windmill punch" with his eyes closed.</li><li>Block Summon: Luigi isn't always able to stock the items he needs to fight beforehand. When caught out without his inventory, Luigi can summon a block with a random item inside. This is indeed a large yellow cube with rounded edges, with a large white question mark on it. He needs to hit the box from below or stomp on it from above to get the block to relinquish the item inside. This item follows all usual rules for the item.</li></ul>
==Resources==
<ul style="list-style-type:disc"><li>Inventory: Having spent a good length of time in the Mushroom Kingdom, Luigi has access to a large variety of items that allow him to expand his abilities. These include various elemental flowers, magical suits that confer a number of abilities, and items that can either give him physical immunity to attacks and environmental hazards for a short time or make him grow to giant size. Luigi can usually only spare the energy to use these items the equivalent of once per scene, however.</li><li>Comm: The "Logistical Organized Systematic Transcommunicator" system, or L.O.S.T., is an ear-mounted comm that can communicate with any communicator on its frequency. Currently this extends only to the duplicate L.O.S.T. comm that Mario wears.</li><li>West Wing: Most of the west wing of Princess Peach's castle made the transition into NeoTokyo with Luigi. While most of the rooms are now open to the air and not very secure, there are a few that are not. Additionally, one of these secure rooms holds the mirror through which he can speak with the denizens of the Mushroom Kingdom. This mirror can be freely moved (as can the mirror on the Mushroom Kingdom side) as its link is via a botched magical spell. However, if either mirror is destroyed, the link will be broken.</li></ul>
==Weaknesses==
<ul style="list-style-type:disc"><li>Luigi is smaller and lighter than his brother Mario, and may be more easily swept, thrown, or moved around unwillingly.</li><li>Because he's lighter, he also runs faster, but it takes much longer for him to stop running when he's at his stride.</li><li>Being the meeker of the two Brothers, it takes a lot for him to finally stand up and put his foot down. He almost never bothers defending himself unless there are others in danger, too.</li><li>He willingness to stay safe, and to flee when it looks like he's going to get hurt, has him marked as a coward when that isn't really the case at all.</li><li>Even now, where he's only in contact with Mario via communication devices, Luigi is dependent on Mario for emotional strength. The Brothers share a bond, and that can be exploited by the cleverer and/or more enterprising of villains.</li>
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==Background==
        Mario and Luigi are twins, but not identical; Luigi, as most people know, is taller and slightly slimmer than Mario. Luigi has, sadly, always been the more accident-prone, unluckier of the brothers. The brothers were actually born in the Mushroom Kingdom. However, a prediction made by Kamek, a high-ranking Magikoopa (a magic-using member of the turtle-like Koopa race) would paint targets on them both. His prediction was, of course, that the brothers would grow up to cause problems for Bowser. 
        With no way to prevent the two brothers from being attacked, their birth mother bundled them up and gave them to a stork to find them a new family far away from the Mushroom Kingdom, and Bowser's evil. However, while being transported to their new home, Baby Luigi was kidnapped by the Koopas, requiring the friendly Yoshis to bring the twins together again. Once the brothers were reunited, the stork continued his mission, now convinced of its necessity. 
        He brought them to Earth and left them at the first house that looked like it was owned by a family well-off enough to take care of them. It was an aging Italian family that the stork left them with, one who hadn't been able to have children of their own. So of course they were overjoyed to find the twin bundles of joy on their doorstep. They found with them only a note that told their names -- the one bundled in red was "Mario", the one bundled in green was "Luigi". 
        Mario, of course, became the more outgoing of the two, with Luigi mainly content to stay in his brother's shadow for the most part. The two became inseparable, perhaps as a side effect of Luigi having been kidnapped as a baby. Mario began to try a variety of different and exciting careers as the pair grew, but never stayed in any of them for very long. Meanwhile Luigi became a handyman, preferring the safe and less exciting life of "fix the broken thing". He discovered a love for plumbing, and moved to that field more permanently. 
        Eventually all of Mario's thrilling career choices went belly-up, and when he couldn't find anything else, Luigi invited him to start in the plumbing business. Everybody had plumbing, he said, so it would always be in demand. Mario was initially reluctant; fixing pipes wasn't exactly what one would consider breath-taking. But given a bit of time to learn, Mario discovered that he shared his brother's talent for the business. Sure, it wasn't as exciting as being a circus ringmaster, but it paid the bills. And there was a certain satisfaction in going into a job where the plumbing was completely ballsed-up and making it work like brand new again. 
        It should be noted, however -- "Mario" is indeed NOT their last name, but when Mario joined the business, he took over the PR and marketing, and offered his own name and face for the company. Luigi was fine with this, being the shyer of the two brothers. But with Mario's "no job is too big" claim, bigger and bigger jobs started coming in. By "bigger", one means of course that the actual city's drain system was experiencing drainage issues, and it was the Mario Brothers they called to fix it. While working on the large pipes underneath the city, the brothers fell into one. And as fate would have it, they were transported... to the Mushroom Kingdom! 
        When they arrived, the kingdom had been under Bowser's rule for some time. However, the pair of them freed the Princess of the Mushroom Kingdom and sent Bowser running back into hiding, really the first time that Bowser had tasted defeat. In the years that followed, with the Brothers stranded in the Mushroom Kingdom, Bowser tried many times to re-take the kingdom, and always Mario and his brother Luigi were there to beat him back. Though at least once the brothers had to team up with Bowser to fight bigger threats. It seemed fairly cyclical after a while -- Bowser would kidnap the Princess, Mario (and sometimes Luigi) would go after him and foil whatever plan he had. 
        A couple of times, this formula got thrown off a little -- sometimes Mario would get in over his head, and Luigi would always rescue him. One such case was when Luigi won a mansion in a sweepstakes. It was much different than the happy, friendly house depicted on the sweepstakes entry. It was downright scary! Mario offered to check it out first, because he wasn't afraid of the possibility of it being haunted. And even if it was, it'd just be another Boo House, right? When Mario failed to return, Luigi, along with Professor E. Gadd (who had made a few pieces of equipment for Mario in the interim as well) freed Mario -- and the other ghosts as well -- from King Boo. 
        One day, Professor E. Gadd brought a useful device to the castle for the Brothers to try. It was a pair of devices actually, a pair of ear-mounted communicator devices that would let anyone wearing them hear and be heard by anyone else wearing them. The "Logistical Organized Systematic Transcommunicator" system, he called it -- or L.O.S.T., for short. He encouraged the Brothers to try them, by having Mario go to one side of the castle and Luigi go to the other, to demonstrate that they worked. They did indeed work, Luigi and Mario could hear each other as if they were standing right beside each other. 
        And it was a good thing, too. At precisely that moment, a hole in the sky opened, and Bowser's airship flew out of it. Kamek had created a new spell, one that would isolate the Princess's castle in a limbo dimension and prevent any outside assistance. However, something went wrong with the spell. Instead of isolating the castle, it sent one wing of the castle -- the one Luigi was in -- to another dimension. 
        ...That dimension was NeoTokyo. 
        Fortunately the L.O.S.T. still worked, so he could still communicate with Mario. In addition, one of the mirrors in the west wing of the castle had been altered by the botched spell, and acted as a two-way communication device. Mario suggested breaking through it, but Luigi quickly dissuaded him -- what if breaking the mirror only severed their connection rather than allowing Luigi to get back? Besides that, the Princess had been captured again; Mario needed to go save her (again). Professor Gadd was on hand, however, and promised he would continue working to figure out a way to bring Luigi back. 
        In the meantime, though... Luigi was more or less on his own in NeoTokyo. 
==Personality==
        Luigi is the less outgoing of the two brothers, yes. But that doesn't mean he is a coward, or willing to suffer any more ills than Mario is. He will stand up for what's right when he sees wrongs being done; though he may not do it with quite so much gusto, he still feels the plight of the downtrodden pretty intensely. Possibly more intensely than his brother Mario, in fact, because he knows what it's like to not be able to stand up for himself. 
        That said, there ARE things that frighten him. Mainly those involve Mario being in uncertain situations. While Luigi is fairly certain Mario can handle himself against Bowser and his minions (the Brothers have had years to know Bowser's capabilities, after all), when the threats are less well-known, this tends to frighten Luigi. He's used to Mario being the emotionally stronger of the two of them, and in a very real way, Mario is his hero. Actually LOSING Mario -- legitimately losing him, to death or the notion that he would never see Mario again -- would destroy Luigi on an emotional level. That's why the story was handled the way it was re: having means to stay in contact; playing a broken Luigi doesn't have the same appeal. 
        What a lot of people read as cowardice isn't that at all, however. Mario is a thrillseeker, and likes dangerous, adrenaline-producing activities. However, such activities usually run a higher risk of injury or death. So saving Princess Peach from Bowser, jumping and punching through area after area choked with Bowser's minions, is right up his street. Luigi, however, would much rather just fix drains and STAY SAFE! 
        Will he go help his brother rescue Peach from Bowser? Hell yes, in a heartbeat! Will he stand up and rescue someone else who needs help? In a New York minute! But, he would ideally like it if he and his brother could stay safe and not have to do any of that. Though keeping his brother safe would require Bowser to stop kidnapping Peach, but everybody knows THAT isn't happening. This is, ironically, why he has such a reckless fighting style. He's not going to get into a fight that he thinks runs the risk of killing him; if he willingly gets into a fight, it's because he's determined that either it's absolutely necessary, or he can survive losing it. If he deems that it's more likely he won't survive a punch-up with a threat, he's going to flee, even if it's just to try and come up with a better plan than hitting the threat with his fists. 
        Luigi is honest and humble, preferring for others to take much of the credit for saving worlds and princesses. He isn't specifically shy, though, and he doesn't like to be overlooked totally. But he generally stays out of the public limelight, since a lot of attention tends to freak him out. It tends to make him feel as though he's being held to higher standards than he can live up to. Which isn't necessarily false, since heroic tales have a bad habit of getting blown out of proportion. He doesn't want to be a victim of the "seven in one blow" sort of pressure, take on more than he's capable of, and fail at it because he wasn't ready for it. 
        He much prefers to mingle with people, and not be held "above" them somehow, even if he's saved them multiple times. A good example of this are the people of the Mushroom Kingdom, the race of Toadstool people. Even having saved them numerous times alongside Mario, he doesn't feel the need to be "above" them at all, and is willing to help them with even menial tasks. Hence why he was a common plumber there in the Mushroom Kingdom, up until he was brought to NeoTokyo. 
        Overall Luigi is a gentle-natured sort of person, soft-spoken and quiet, and tends to want the best for his friends and family. Even when he's "left behind", he has never once complained about Mario and Peach being an "item", despite being just as integral in saving her both the first time and several other times across their time in the Mushroom Kingdom. Luigi's just glad to see his brother happy! 
        His mild nature puts smaller creatures like children and small animals at ease around him, though not as sharply as if this were his main ability -- he's no Disney Princess, and an angry animal will still attack him. But he has an overall air of gentleness, so frightened creatures may be less likely to run away from/attack him out of fear. He's also endlessly patient with children and small animals, so he's likely to be a decent babysitter! Which could come in handy for supplementing his income! 
        Overall Luigi is earnest and hardworking, humble and gentle, and prefers to remain out of the spotlight. Though he likes to be recognized for his deeds, he tends not to like hero worship, because that gives him the idea that he has to somehow surpass his past achievements, when he's content to rest on his unlikely laurels. Ultimately he'd rather stay safe, and usually doesn't get into a fight unless he thinks he'll survive losing, which ironically makes him fight recklessly. He's anything but a coward, though, and just as willing to stand up for those in need as his more outgoing brother. Luigi loves his brother dearly, and the thought of anything happening to Mario is the thing that scares him the most. 
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2017-07-16 - Castles From the Sky

2017-07-17T05:37:49Z

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{{Logsummary|
Title = Castles From the Sky
|Summary = In the Mushroom Kingdom, Bowser's at it again! Meanwhile on Jabberwock Island, Usami gets a surprise!
|Who = [[Luigi]], [[Usami]]
|Date = July 16, 2017
|Where = Jabberwock Island
|Log=

"Ghhhh... ow..."

The last thing he remembered, Bowser had attacked Princess Peach's castle (again) in an attempt to kidnap her. But then he'd been pulled into some odd swirling anomaly, despite his best efforts to get away from it. He couldn't run fast enough. So... where was he?

Luigi groaned, and pushed himself to roll over onto his back and then sit up. It looked like he was still in the castle. But... the castle wasn't. Both ends of the hallway were ruined and crumbled, made impassible. But it looked like there was a wall BEHIND those crumbled walls. And it didn't look like the rest of the castle.

Slowly getting to his feet, Luigi looked around. "...Mario?" There was no way he could have been heard, not by normal hearing. Maybe... he was afraid to call out too loudly. Afraid someone -- or someTHING -- that WASN'T Mario would hear him. Or maybe...

...He was afraid of silence...

Either way, it's not silence he hears. "Luigi! Are you there?!" This from his earpiece, which he realizes he's still wearing.

"Ah!" Startled at first, but then intensely relieved at hearing the Italian spoken by his brother. "Mario? Where are you?"

"That's a question I should be asking you!" Mario answered. "The whole wing of the castle disappeared! Where are you?!"

"I, uh..." Luigi pauses, looks around. "...I don't know, actually. I'm still in the castle, but... the castle is... not there. Well, THIS part of the castle isn't. I haven't gone outside yet..."

Somewhere outside of all this, a plushie like creature with the apperance of a bunny dressed as a magical girl proceeds to go into a flailing panic! Her flailing arms and legs somehow manage to propell her out of her tiny house before she pauses and clutches tightl to her magical staff. "What in the WORLD! That better not be my fake stupid headed brother again!!" Her face goes a slight tinge of angry red at that thought, but she's quick to abandon that thought to go about looking for what made that horric noise.

Eventually her search leads her to one of her least favorite parts of the islands. "...wait....wait...it's Nezumi castle...but that's not all Nezumi castle... Something crushed part of it!" She frowns and shifts from one foot to the other. "I don't still don't want to go in there...maybe I can just make a door in this new place..." With that she'd swing about her staff, causing a rainbow heart spray of magical energy before a makeshift door opens on the 'front' of the newly appeared part of the castle.

And what should Usami see when she makes the new door? The interior of a ruined castle hallway, broken from its far too close for comfort brush with the rest of the castle. And inside it? A short fellow with messy brown hair and a large mustache, putting a green 'poor boy' cap on his head. He wears a green shirt and denim overalls, with large brown shoes on his feet and white gloves on his hands. And he looks confused, lost... and more than a little scared.

In fact, when the 'door' opens, the short man's wide, startled blue eyes quickly turn to the door, and he yelps, jumping back away from the new opening. But far from running away, the man raises his fists! "O-okay, I'm-a w-warning you! Don't-a try anything funny!"

Usami might also hear the screeching of another voice in his earpiece; if her hearing is particularly good, she might hear a man's voice screech from the earpiece, "Luigi, what's going on?!"

Usami blinks a little at what's inside this mysteriously arriving place. "Oooh, a REAL castle," she says in surprize, "...well part of one." She blinks as the stranger goes on the defensive though. "I'm not some comedian mister," she replies as she puffs out her fluffy cheeks a little, "I'm Magical Miracle Girl * Usami!" Which might make the fluffy little thing seem angry, but she does what...MIGHT be a curtsy (her thick form not quite being able to make a full on bow makes it difficult) and continues. "And YOU destroyed some of Nezumi Castle! Thanks!"

When Usami starts to puff out her cheeks, Luigi seems to hide behind his fists a little more, his brows drawing down into a frown. Well, if she wants to fight...

But then she introduces herself! Luigi pauses at the mention of having destroyed a castle. "Wha?" He blinks, standing properly. "Nez...umi? I've-a never heard of that kingdom. Is-a that near Sarasaland? Beyond it?" He reaches to scratch and the back of his head.

Also, he jumps when Mario calls out to him over the earpiece. "Gah! Um... s'cuse-a me." He speaks into the earpiece. This time he's missing that verbal tic. "I think it's fine, Mario. I'm... somewhere else. Ask the Princess if she knows about a 'Nezumiland'. This part of the castle fell onto another castle." Pause, sigh. "Yeah, yeah... 'castle while you castle', I know. Ai yai yai..."

Usami tilts her head. "And I've never heard of a Sarasaland....I'd say that must make me a horrible teacher but I might know the problem," she says before doing a needless little balarina like spin. "Oh, and it's not Nezumiland, that's just what that horrid castle is called. This is part of Jabberwock Island, but I should also explain it's in a GREAT big CONFUSING place called Neo Tokyo that is some sort of multiversal place."

"Ohhh, I see," Luigi notes to Usami. Relaying it, "No wait. This is somewhere called Jabberwock Island, and it's..." Pause. "...In some other world, it looks like. I think I've met one of the residents here. The hallway's still... kind of intact. I'm safe. See if Professor Gadd can find this place, and I'll check back in later, okay?"

A moment later he looks to Usami. "Sorry," he offers. His voice is accented now. It's probably just force of habit. "But-a you see, the Professor was-a testing these." He points at his earpiece. "And of course-a Bowser had to butt in. We couldn't-a get back to the foyer in time to stop Bowser's spell. Guess he messed up. It got-a me, and this wing of-a the castle."

And also! "Well. I'm-a Luigi. Sorry about-a the misunderstanding earlier." If it IS one! He's still not sure yet.

Usami gives another attempt at bowing. "No problem! Apparently most people get here in REALLY confusing ways like that. You can call me Usami, and your place is on the amusement park island of Jabberwock. I could hear and feel the landing from my house! It was heart thumpingly scary at first...and now I'm close to Nezumi castle... my heart is going super hyper ultra mega fast!"

Luigi tilts his head at Usami. "Nezumi Castle... it's a bad a-place?" He looks uncomfortable all of a sudden too. "Is it... haunted?" he asks. "And me without-a the Poltergust!" he laments. But if he's still in contact, maybe he can get someone here to make it if it's needed. But well. One problem at a time.

"We can a-get away from here, if you'd a-rather?" he suggests, rubbing at the back of his head. "Need to get-a my bearings anyway."

Usami shakes her head...and then nods it...both rather enthusiastically! "No, it's not /bad/ it's just....named after rats, and I'm scared of rats. If I go in there rats might come eat my poor, sensitive ears." She peers back toward her self made door. "I could show you around Jabberwock."

Luigi actually looks quite upset by this notion! That of the rats eating Usami's ears. "Mamma mia!" he exclaims, putting his hands up over his mouth. "There's-a rats in there?! I'll a-have to set up some traps!" Pause. "Well... since it looks-a like I'll be here for a while yet, anyway." He nods. "Yeah. Let's a-go, get away from all-a the rats!"

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2017-07-16 - Castles From the Sky

2017-07-17T05:37:21Z

OrbisFactor: Luigi isn't in the Mushroom Kingdom anymore, Toad!

{{Logsummary|
Title = Castles From the Sky
|Summary = In the Mushroom Kingdom, Bowser's at it again! Meanwhile on Jabberwock Island, Usami gets a surprise!
|Who = [[Luigi]], [[Usami]]
|Date = July 16, 2017
|Where = Jabberwock Island
|Log=

@emit "Mario! Luigi! Hurry back the the foyer! It's Bowser!"%R%RPrincess Peach's voice called into the device the Brothers had attached to their ears. Professor E. Gadd had done it again, coming up with a small, ear-mounted communication device instead of having to worry with land phones or large computer displays. He called it the L.O.S.T. -- the Logistical Organized Systematic Transcommunicator. And it seemed to work, too!%R%ROf course Bowser had taken that moment, when the Brothers had gone as far away from each other as possible, to opposite sides of the Mushroom Castle, to make his appearance. But this time, as his airship circled the castle, Kamek and his Magikoopas were chanting a spell... one that would isolate the castle in a limbo dimension, and make it impossible for the Brothers to rescue the Princess.%R%RAnd also, predictably, the Magikoopas botched it. Instead of the whole castle being swallowed up in the spell, it only caught a single wing of the castle. Which was good, it meant that Mario could still rescue Princess Peach.%R%RUnfortunately it was the wing of the castle Luigi was in...%R%RLuigi's top-speed run down the hallway was stopped by the sensation of something pulling him back -- HARD! He looked back and saw the exanding anomaly, blue eyes widening in fear. He didn't know where that led, and he wasn't eager to find out if he could survive going through it. He tried to run harder, to get more speed, but the anomaly was too strong. And eventually with a final, frightened yelp, he was pulled off his feet and through the air,

"Ghhhh... ow..."

The last thing he remembered, Bowser had attacked Princess Peach's castle (again) in an attempt to kidnap her. But then he'd been pulled into some odd swirling anomaly, despite his best efforts to get away from it. He couldn't run fast enough. So... where was he?

Luigi groaned, and pushed himself to roll over onto his back and then sit up. It looked like he was still in the castle. But... the castle wasn't. Both ends of the hallway were ruined and crumbled, made impassible. But it looked like there was a wall BEHIND those crumbled walls. And it didn't look like the rest of the castle.

Slowly getting to his feet, Luigi looked around. "...Mario?" There was no way he could have been heard, not by normal hearing. Maybe... he was afraid to call out too loudly. Afraid someone -- or someTHING -- that WASN'T Mario would hear him. Or maybe...

...He was afraid of silence...

Either way, it's not silence he hears. "Luigi! Are you there?!" This from his earpiece, which he realizes he's still wearing.

"Ah!" Startled at first, but then intensely relieved at hearing the Italian spoken by his brother. "Mario? Where are you?"

"That's a question I should be asking you!" Mario answered. "The whole wing of the castle disappeared! Where are you?!"

"I, uh..." Luigi pauses, looks around. "...I don't know, actually. I'm still in the castle, but... the castle is... not there. Well, THIS part of the castle isn't. I haven't gone outside yet..."

Somewhere outside of all this, a plushie like creature with the apperance of a bunny dressed as a magical girl proceeds to go into a flailing panic! Her flailing arms and legs somehow manage to propell her out of her tiny house before she pauses and clutches tightl to her magical staff. "What in the WORLD! That better not be my fake stupid headed brother again!!" Her face goes a slight tinge of angry red at that thought, but she's quick to abandon that thought to go about looking for what made that horric noise.

Eventually her search leads her to one of her least favorite parts of the islands. "...wait....wait...it's Nezumi castle...but that's not all Nezumi castle... Something crushed part of it!" She frowns and shifts from one foot to the other. "I don't still don't want to go in there...maybe I can just make a door in this new place..." With that she'd swing about her staff, causing a rainbow heart spray of magical energy before a makeshift door opens on the 'front' of the newly appeared part of the castle.

And what should Usami see when she makes the new door? The interior of a ruined castle hallway, broken from its far too close for comfort brush with the rest of the castle. And inside it? A short fellow with messy brown hair and a large mustache, putting a green 'poor boy' cap on his head. He wears a green shirt and denim overalls, with large brown shoes on his feet and white gloves on his hands. And he looks confused, lost... and more than a little scared.

In fact, when the 'door' opens, the short man's wide, startled blue eyes quickly turn to the door, and he yelps, jumping back away from the new opening. But far from running away, the man raises his fists! "O-okay, I'm-a w-warning you! Don't-a try anything funny!"

Usami might also hear the screeching of another voice in his earpiece; if her hearing is particularly good, she might hear a man's voice screech from the earpiece, "Luigi, what's going on?!"

Usami blinks a little at what's inside this mysteriously arriving place. "Oooh, a REAL castle," she says in surprize, "...well part of one." She blinks as the stranger goes on the defensive though. "I'm not some comedian mister," she replies as she puffs out her fluffy cheeks a little, "I'm Magical Miracle Girl * Usami!" Which might make the fluffy little thing seem angry, but she does what...MIGHT be a curtsy (her thick form not quite being able to make a full on bow makes it difficult) and continues. "And YOU destroyed some of Nezumi Castle! Thanks!"

When Usami starts to puff out her cheeks, Luigi seems to hide behind his fists a little more, his brows drawing down into a frown. Well, if she wants to fight...

But then she introduces herself! Luigi pauses at the mention of having destroyed a castle. "Wha?" He blinks, standing properly. "Nez...umi? I've-a never heard of that kingdom. Is-a that near Sarasaland? Beyond it?" He reaches to scratch and the back of his head.

Also, he jumps when Mario calls out to him over the earpiece. "Gah! Um... s'cuse-a me." He speaks into the earpiece. This time he's missing that verbal tic. "I think it's fine, Mario. I'm... somewhere else. Ask the Princess if she knows about a 'Nezumiland'. This part of the castle fell onto another castle." Pause, sigh. "Yeah, yeah... 'castle while you castle', I know. Ai yai yai..."

Usami tilts her head. "And I've never heard of a Sarasaland....I'd say that must make me a horrible teacher but I might know the problem," she says before doing a needless little balarina like spin. "Oh, and it's not Nezumiland, that's just what that horrid castle is called. This is part of Jabberwock Island, but I should also explain it's in a GREAT big CONFUSING place called Neo Tokyo that is some sort of multiversal place."

"Ohhh, I see," Luigi notes to Usami. Relaying it, "No wait. This is somewhere called Jabberwock Island, and it's..." Pause. "...In some other world, it looks like. I think I've met one of the residents here. The hallway's still... kind of intact. I'm safe. See if Professor Gadd can find this place, and I'll check back in later, okay?"

A moment later he looks to Usami. "Sorry," he offers. His voice is accented now. It's probably just force of habit. "But-a you see, the Professor was-a testing these." He points at his earpiece. "And of course-a Bowser had to butt in. We couldn't-a get back to the foyer in time to stop Bowser's spell. Guess he messed up. It got-a me, and this wing of-a the castle."

And also! "Well. I'm-a Luigi. Sorry about-a the misunderstanding earlier." If it IS one! He's still not sure yet.

Usami gives another attempt at bowing. "No problem! Apparently most people get here in REALLY confusing ways like that. You can call me Usami, and your place is on the amusement park island of Jabberwock. I could hear and feel the landing from my house! It was heart thumpingly scary at first...and now I'm close to Nezumi castle... my heart is going super hyper ultra mega fast!"

Luigi tilts his head at Usami. "Nezumi Castle... it's a bad a-place?" He looks uncomfortable all of a sudden too. "Is it... haunted?" he asks. "And me without-a the Poltergust!" he laments. But if he's still in contact, maybe he can get someone here to make it if it's needed. But well. One problem at a time.

"We can a-get away from here, if you'd a-rather?" he suggests, rubbing at the back of his head. "Need to get-a my bearings anyway."

Usami shakes her head...and then nods it...both rather enthusiastically! "No, it's not /bad/ it's just....named after rats, and I'm scared of rats. If I go in there rats might come eat my poor, sensitive ears." She peers back toward her self made door. "I could show you around Jabberwock."

Luigi actually looks quite upset by this notion! That of the rats eating Usami's ears. "Mamma mia!" he exclaims, putting his hands up over his mouth. "There's-a rats in there?! I'll a-have to set up some traps!" Pause. "Well... since it looks-a like I'll be here for a while yet, anyway." He nods. "Yeah. Let's a-go, get away from all-a the rats!"

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2017-07-15 - Reunions and Explanations

2017-07-17T05:30:36Z

OrbisFactor: A typical day in NeoTokyo.

{{Logsummary|
Title = Reunions and Explanations
|Summary = Altair and Auron are reunited, Violet suffers PTSD, Rainbow Dash basks in her fame, and people attempt to explain why a thong is improper to wear in public. Typical day in NeoTokyo.
|Who = [[Auron]], [[Altair]], [[Violet]], [[Cammy]], and [[Rainbow Dash]]
|Date = July 15, 2017
|Where = Center of Neotokyo
|Log=

Some say that this world is unlike any other. That there are things, creatures, monsters.. fantastic beings that defy all laws of reason.

But for one scarred member of the Brotherhood of Hashshashins.. it looks much like the others he has seen. People go about their business, they are pawns to cosmic beigns that care little for their existance, they rely on others to protect them, they die and live at the whims of others stronger than them. This world, like the last one, and the next one. It always seems to be the same. There is always.. injustice.

And where there is injustice, there will be vigilantes like Altair. Its almost funny, a tactic that has worked for him even in the medieval ages of middle easter Jerusalem, has worked for him across all the multiverse. He sits on a bench, hood down, appearing to be reading a newspaper and everyone around him seems to be none the wiser that there lies a master assassin, just calmly sitting in their midsts. Hidding in plain sight like the days of old.

As Altair sits upon the bench, paying attention and yet seeming not to, he will become aware of a great many things. As he has come to find out, people here are much like people back in his home world, living and dying as normal people, even if they happen to have horns, wings, green skin and antennae, or whatever other odd thing this world can throw at him.

But Altair's name is that of a star in a constellation given the Roman nickname of a sharp-eyed predator bird. This name is not wasted on him. Altair will doubtless notice many things about the crowd as the people pass by. A woman with cat ears and a tail, whose hips do not move like that of a woman's. A man with purple skin speaking with two voices, a male and a female voice...

A soft thudding sound, as of someone with a heavy but gentle tread. The flash of a familiar red coat. That particular scent, one that might bring back memories of yet another world that was just the same, but in which he had met a friend...

Finding the owner of that coat may not be easy. If it IS the same person, the owner of that coat took lessons in hiding in plain sight as well. From Altair himself. Even then he'd had time to perfect it. Has he fallen out of practice?

It is as if dreaming awake. While Altair is aware of all these fantastic people walking around him and so readily dismissing them as yet more inconsecuential individuals, it is the flash of red and that scent long forgotten that draws his attention. It reminds him of a life forgotten, and indeed, one that he wanted to forget as it was none too pleasent. But there were good things mixed with the bad and bitter and jaded as he might be, Altair still wishes to retain that if he can.

He could dismiss it as simple hopeful thinking, for the chances of a meeting like that are indeed miniscule. He briefly considers returning to his paper and continue people watching, until a memory of yet even a more ancient time strikes him. Malik did once tell him that he can't ever be sure, he can only assume.

The only way he can be sure here is he sees the face of that red robbed individual.

Folding his paper and sliding it inside his coat, Altair stands from the bench and prepares for some good old fashioned tailing through the crowded streets. The person with the red coat passed too quickly for Altair to mark him with his eagle vision, but that doesn't matter when the assassin can simply rely on more mundane means of tailing.

Blending into the crowd, Altair follows his target. Hopeful that perhaps it may be who he thinks it is.

Perhaps it's fortunate that Altair caught that glimpse of the red coat. Because indeed, the one in the red coat is skilled at not being found. Whether he's doing it on purpose or not is the only real question. Altair will find that just when he thinks he loses track, the sound of the boots or the flash of red fabric guides him -- that sound, that precise red, are too distinctive to be anyone but.

And soon Altair will learn that it is indeed who he thought it was. Shortly the man comes to a stop just off of the main thoroughfare, and turns to the right. Altair will be able to catch up. Now he can see more. The collar, the gray-streaked black hair, the smoked-glass lenses held before his eyes...

...And the cruel scar sealing his right eye shut. It's this side that Altair has facing him. Even now, Auron faces his blind side to him, as he'd learned to do in that other world. A sign of trust, already, even on the off-chance that THIS Altair may not know him.

But perhaps Auron is aware of more than that blind right eye would note. As Altair comes within speaking distance, Auron leans again the entrance of the alley he's stopped near, and does just that... speaks.

"...I '''had''' wanted to hope you had come here as well," he intones quietly. "But you know my track record with hope. Still. If you didn't know me, you wouldn't have followed." Here he pauses, turning to Altair. And he gives a smile. His voice is gentle as he says the next, lacking the gruffness he usually speaks with.

"...Safety and Peace, my friend."

That is a thing that Altair learned, or rather, was never sure about his old friend and owner of that distinctive red coat. He wasn't sure if Auron's abilities to sneak around were of practiced skill or he was simply accidentally good at keeping a low profile. Nevertheless, it was one of the many reasons why the paths of these two men crossed, and even after all these years and dimensional travels, this natural ability to stay hidden is something that Altair would be hard pressed to forget. Every step he takes closer to this man and every moment he spends tailing him pulls at something in the heart of the old assassin. That this is the man he remembers. Not one in the multiverse can ever hope to be the same.

And indeed, Altair needs not his eagle vision to recognize him. For Auron faces him with his blind side. A sign of trust between warriors, for someone like Auron it would be folly to ever give his vulnerable side to anyone he doesn't trust, much less someone he knows for a fact can kill a human being instantanously from 20 yards with a knife, thrown or otherwise.

They are like old wolves the two of them. Auron shows him his neck almost as if to say 'only you can see this side of me'.

But two can play that game, and after a momentary pause to recover from the shock, Altair steps closer to Auron. "Hope has always been what kept us going, old friend."

Without a doubt in his mind, Altair shows too a vulnerable side that only a select few like Auron have seen and felt. The assassin steps closer and embraces the monk in a warm hug, no blades or posturing from him, just a tight hug through clenched teeth of restrained joy. "Safety and Peace, Auron. I knew it in my heart that we would meet again, either in this world or the next."

Posturing? No, there's none of that here. Without context, one would probably be forgiven for thinking these two men were something other than friends, given that hug. And the fact that Auron doesn't even question, just steps forward, slipping his left arm out of his coat and returning that hug with the same ferocity it's given. It's not often he gets to meet a dear friend again, after literally leaving the world he met him in.

In fact there may be a smattering of applause from a few people in the crowd who happen to notice two dudes basically running down the street to hug each other. Only thing missing, as far as they're concerned? Sappy music and slow-motion. Auron doesn't care. He has missed this man incredibly, and he's not about to let a few bystanders interfere with the reunion. Not that he really cared about what people thought anyway, since growing up.

When the hug does break, Auron holds onto Altair's shoulders for a moment. There is a smile on his face. It's not a huge one, but it's no less genuine -- it reaches that single remaining amber eye. "It's been too long," he remarks.

Haven't these people seen two buff dudes hugging before???

Actually, when he thinks of it that way, Altair can perhaps see just why people decided to look in their particular direction and start clapping. If he were a lesser man he might be offended and with his skills he'd start throwing daggers at the little audience that gathered to see the embrace between him and Auron. Thankfully, Altair is a wise man, far beyond the petty concerns of humanity. That he cracked a smile at all and hugged Auron speaks volumes of the deep relationship they had, for indeed, Altair is a cold and brooding individual, and once the warmth of the embrace has passed, he returns to his usual business mode.

This is something Auron would remember well. How easily Altair returns from hot to cold in and instant.

"Indeed it has." Responds the Grandmaster as he pulls away from Auron, not even shooting a glance to the people clapping around him. Its like they don't even exist. "There is much we need to talk about. I presume that you already noticed there is no Brotherhood here nor that we are in the 'other' multiverse with the Union and the Confederacy."

One in the 'audience' is a certain green-haired woman who goes as far as to whistle as well. As the two end their embrace, however, she is, like most of the others, suddenly feeling slightly awkward... but hell, she's in a good mood, so she's still got a smile on her, even if she's turning away.

Auron too is quick to return to 'business mode', tucking his left arm back into his coat as Altair pulls away. He's also ignoring the people clapping... though he's also kind of wondering why himself! Still, Altair has something to say, and Auron is paying attention to that.

He nods here. "I have noticed that, yes. Reality fractured... I suppose you could call them 'reality quakes', since the very fabric of that Multiverse rippled. The world began to fall apart, and people were caught up in it. I saved what of them I could, but the ground fell out from under me and I lost consciousness. I was sent back to the Farplane."

"I thought I had died again, but when I saw Jecht there, he told me that I had not," Auron continues. "He said '''that''' Multiverse had fractured and I had been caught in the storm and sent to the point of least resistance. But that he knew of another place. Shortly after, I found myself here."

He isn't ignoring that green-haired girl, oh no. He rarely outright ignores people around him. In fact, once he's explained, he looks in her direction! Has he seen her before? Does he recognize her? Perhaps, but he isn't saying one way or the other. Altair and he have that much in common; they both rarely speak unless it's important.

"So, is that what happened?" Altair says with concern to his voice and a rub of his chin. Almost as if he was skeptical of what Auron was saying! "Good, I almost suspected treason." He continues and lowers his hand, reasoning that Auron probably did have a better idea of what happened. "Last thing I remember was being in a mission with some others, Ezio included. I became trapped in a room and next thing I knew... I was here. I know not for how long I was perhaps floating in the abyss but I imagine it was not instantaneous." He exhales and ultimately just shrugs his shoulders. "In a way, I am glad." He admits. "I would have assassinated the leaders of the Union eventually. Tyrael and Psyber were certainly in my list."

Suddenly he realizes that he's perhaps speaking of confidential information out in the public and he reaches to grasp Auron's shoulder with a reassuring smile of his scarred lips. "It is good that you are not dead, my friend. The universe is still in need of people like you and I. This world, it is not unlike the previous multiverse. But at least the local authorities are less corrupt than the Union." Indeed! Altair has also taken notice of a certain green haired woman nearby. Has he ever met Violet personally? Probably not! But he is Altair ibn la'Ahad, and you best be assured that he keeps a dossier of information of everyone important in Neo Tokyo.

Violet looks like she's about to head on her way as well, walking towards the Usual... When she just stops at what Auron says to Altair about the reality quakes, the world falling apart. It's mid-step, she doesn't even return to a proper standing position, though a hand mid-swing falls straight to her side as the color drains from her face some. What was once slightly red from mirth is now quite pale as she gets a bit of a thousand-yard stare.

Auron nods to the question. "I've had no contact from the other Multiverse since then," he confirms. "I don't know what caused the reality quakes. For all I know it could have indeed been purposeful. A great many powerful people found their way there. And it wouldn't have been the first time a single being was able to affect the Multiverse at large." However, the reassuring smile gets one from him in return. Perhaps he knows the danger, since he easily lets it go. And he nods to the mention of needing people like them here. "Indeed. I suppose where there is life there is always evil."

And then he pauses, noticing how pale the green-haired woman has become. He frowns a bit, the brow over his remaining eye drawing down slightly, and tilts his head. Altair (and possibly Violet herself) may notice a tension in his shoulders, their line pulling up more firmly, as if he expected an attack. "...Something wrong?" he asks, watching her carefully.

"Life goes on." Concludes Altair. "And with it the struggles against those who would seek to tarnish it." Interesting talk coming from an assassin, though those who do know of Altair are aware of the deep love of life he has. His entire motivation is to protect the innocent after all. That he does so in an extreme way is a subject of much debate however, though ultimately not a talk that needs to be discussed now.

"I feared as much." Says he after Auron suggests that the fracturing of the Multiverse came from someone causing it rather than a natural phenomenon. "Although I would prefer to hope that we were simply caught up in the matter and not actually its targets." He looks up as if asking the sky. "The thought of someone going to such lengths to rid the Multiverse from the Brothrehood sickens me greatly. But it would not surprise me if it were true. I've seen the lowest of scumbags be elevated for worse things after all, both in the Union and the Confederacy."

Altair too notices that Auron is glancing at the green haired woman and Altair slightly turns towards her. Unlike Auron, there is no tension on his shoulders. Altair is always relaxed.. almost unnervingly so. And it is with this same relaxed mannerism that he rests his hand on the pommel of his sword.

Violet suddenly looks back with a start, apparently aware that she was adressed on a delay. "Huh? Oh, yeah. I mean no! Nothing's wrong now." She shakes her head repeatedly. "Don't mind me, just... continue your reunion." The look on her face isn't one of someone worried something is going to happen... it's the face of someone who has seen something happen before. The look of someone that just relived that something horrible in her mind.

Auron does note, "I have my doubts it was to remove the Brotherhood from the Multiverse." Perhaps putting Altair's mind at ease. "I doubt a being with the power to destabilize the entire Multiverse would unleash its full power to destroy a single world. It would surely have the power to just destroy one world, if it had enough power to create such powerful and instant reality quakes. Whatever the reason, I have my doubts that the Brotherhood factored into them."

It seems that Auron's more or less under the impression that, since even whole worlds are little more than specks in the greater multiverse, why should the Brotherhood matter on that scale? Though true, being rid of the Brotherhood would be a nice addition for anyone who didn't want to deal with them in the future. Though... "I didn't see the outcome of the reality quakes. I have no idea if that Multiverse even still exists. Anything I could offer past that would be pure speculation."

He is also rather skeptical of Violet's blase' answer, and the raised-brow look he sends at Altair is pretty clear evidence of it. "...Are you sure? You seemed to go pale when the reality quakes were mentioned. Do you know anything about them?"

A ghost of a smile appears in Altair's scarred lips. "Ah, but you forget, Auron. That -our- Brotherhood composed of members from all over the worlds. And it was no secret that we were a thorn on the side of both the Union and the Confederacy. We made -a lot- of enemies and it strikes me as too much of a coincidence that we both ended up here." He rolls his shoulder, still in that relaxed defensive position. His hood covered gaze towards Violet whilst he addresses Auron. Hand... still resting on the hilst of his sheated sword.

"I suppose one day we will find out. But for now.." Altair's eyes narrow when Violet tries to skitter away and dismiss the question. HIs head tilts in a hawk like manner, resembling the eagle that is his namesake. "Do you not work for the Space Defense Force?" He asks of the green haired woman.

Violet shakes her head to Auron, not responding to the conversation between the two she knows nothing about, but she's not going to let a question like that directed at her go unanswered. "No, I don't know anything about them... but I have seen them... felt them. Watched the universe fracture around me as... as I barely got out." Tiredly, she nods to Altair, and then she straightens herself up to properly identify herself. "Lt. Commander Violet Karrde-Donovan, captain of the NTSDF Phoenix at your service." She then slumps slightly again. "I lost my first ship... I lost Nobara when this reality collapsed."

Auron thinks about that statement. "Point," he agrees. "Would've been too difficult to wait until we were all at base... no guarantee that '''every''' one of us would be there." Do not compromise the Brotherhood, after all, so Auron doesn't speak the name of the Assassins' headquarters. As for both of them ending up here? "Jecht... was a Fayth when he died. He has power in the Farplane. He either knew you were here, or knew you would be coming here."

He is, however, quite willing to let the matter go, particularly since Violet is now seeming less like a possible threat and more like a refugee herself. So instead of glowering and being suspect of her, Auron relaxes just a hair, just enough to be noticeable. Her account also brings a frown, but it is one of sympathy.

Her introduction gets a polite nod. "Auron," he offers simply in return. "I do not remember you from the other Multiverse, so it must have been a different reality." And there's the realization, then, that '''other''' realities have crumbled too, left others displaced from their original realities...

Though his hood masks most of his facial expressions, Altair's face darkens considerably. It looks like what Violet just said deeply troubled him. Not to mention what Auron then said about Jecht 'leading' him here somehow. As if he knew that their paths would once again converge.

"How troublesome." Altair concludes. "It appears that we have a deeper mystery in our hands than I thought. I was ready to simply dismiss our appearance here as something beyond our control but..." He casts another glance to Violet. "It appears that if we were the ones that were targeted, many other innocents were caught in its wake."

"And that is unforgivable."

One foolproof way of getting on Altair's bad side is to hurt innocent people to get to him. That guarantees a blade to the neck.

"I do not recognize you as well, my lady. As my friend here says, perhaps you come from a different reality than ours as well."

He brings his hand to his chest for a warrior salute. "I am Altair ibn la'Ahad. Salaam Alaikum."

Violet looks between the two for a moment before saying, "I... don't think you two heard me quite right... It wasn't some other reality, some different reality... it was '''this''' one. '''This''' world collapsed once. Nobara.... was the NTSDF Nobara." She sighs and shakes her head. "It... it was the worst day of my life, bar none. It made me lose all my memories, I'm guessing from the PTSD, for over two years." She sighs, slumping a bit further again. "It's a pleasure to meet you both, but... don't let me get in the way of your reunion, really."

Rainbow Dash comes flying in from above, kind of lazyly looping the loop as she swoops down low over by a nearby fruitcart!

Auron does frown a bit, but also confirms, "There were innocents involved. 'Collateral damage', it might be called. I hope it was some sort of natural phenomenon. That perhaps so many universes converging in that one place simply broke down its barriers after so many years and forced a restructuring. But again... you know my track record with hope. And I wouldn't put it '''past''' someone there."

Though at Violet's explanation, Auron's head tilts back a little, in recognition. "I see." And a bit of the snarky humor he was known for, "Forgive me. After one reality collapses on one, it tends to get difficult to remember which ones have and have not." Sobering then. "But I am sorry for your loss."

He pauses and looks up at the blue streak in the sky, trying to figure out what it is. A flying blue pony? This gets a raise of the brow over his remaining eye, but he doesn't question it. Apparently he's been here at least long enough that he has learned not to question odd things.

Rainbow Dash gets a few apples, and, spotting Vi she trots on over. "Hey Vi! How's it going?" she greets brightly as she trots closer, nodding to Violet's companions, "Hey all," she greets them as well.

Altair lowers his hand after the salute and narrows his eyes. "Perhaps you're not explaning yourself properly." He says with a similar snarky tone than the monk next to him. Similar men despite their drastically different paths of life. Or perhaps not so, given their history.

The talk of PTSD makes him frown again and he shakes his head. "From one warrior to another I can tell you I understand. Particularly the feeling of losing everything you had." Altair glances at Auron. "We were part of a much greater group. I fear for those that were left behind..." But those dark thoughts are best saved for another time so that they do not spoil this reunion. "We'll get to the bottom of this in due time I'm sure. If there if someone behind all this trouble... they will pay." With their life if Altair has a say in it.

Noticing a familiar pegasus approaching, Altair nods in greetings to Rainbow Dash. "Safety and Peace."

Violet, for her part, is actually looking a little pale as she looks over to Rainbow Dash. "Oh.... Hey. I'm okay. Been better?" She's gotten a haircut, though! She looks back to the other two and lowers an eyebrow at the snark from the two. "Well, in my case.... With the exception of my ship, most of my friends, and half of my memories of before then, everything's come back." She shrugs in a fakely nonchalant way.

Auron offers a polite nod of greeting to Rainbow Dash as she trots over. He seems like the kind that doesn't really talk much unless he has something important to say. But then Altair snarks and... oh Lord. Yeah, that's a similar tone. However, he does seem to agree with Altair's words of losing everything one has. "That... takes getting used to." He's not snarking this time, but it does feel like there might be an attempt at humor there.

Though he does note to Violet's recovery of most of her memories, "Good. There's little worse than forgetting. Even if the memories are painful, they are '''yours'''." He pauses as Altair makes his exit -- a situation has come to his attention, one that he'll no doubt fill Auron in on later. But once Altair has been bid farewell, he turns his attention back to Violet and the pony.

Rainbow_Dash tilts her head, "Hmm? Anything I can help with?" she offers, "Ohh....cut your mane! Looks cool!"

Violet shakes her head to Rainbow Dash. "No, no, just... had a reminder of... something bad that happened in the past." She looks back and Altair is gone. "What the..." She glances around, trying to spot his retreating form and failing. "...Does he do that often?" She shakes her head again and looks back to Auron again. "Yeah... well, the worst memories are the ones that are still the most vivid... It really was... not a good day," she says in understatement.

Auron smirks a bit at Violet's question. "Yes," he replies. "It's his stock in trade." Though there's the trace of a fond smirk there. He doesn't speak about Violet's haircut, since he didn't know Violet before it. He does speak about her 'not a good day' though. "People are hardwired to remember the bad more than the good. Helps us make sure the bad doesn't happen again."

Rare is the time when someone or other isn't making their way through Tokyo's centerpoint. And today is hardly an exception. What's unusual however is that the bus that stops just down the way, happens to disgorge Cammy, who as she steps off it, she looks a bit creeped out. Or at least as much as someone so heavily mentally locked down gets.

Rainbow_Dash flaps her small wings and rises up, patting Violet on the back with a hoof, "Sorry you're going through a rough time, but don't forget, you have a lot of friends here to help you out when you're feeling homesick and stuff."

Violet gives Auron a sideglance. "Well, as far as I know, I have no clue what caused the 'bad day' to begin with, so I fail to see how I can avoid this entire universe collapsing again." The color is starting to return to her, at least. She looks back to Rainbow Dash, somehow not noticing Cammy getting off the bus. "...Oh, you didn't know? This place is where I'm originally from, Dash. I'm not from some other universe like... well, most people, it seems. But... yeah. I do have a lot of friends, and an amazing wife that I still say I don't really deserve." She smiles at that, though, meaning that more as a compliment to Alexa than any sort of diss to herself.

Auron is listening to the conversation, not to worry. But Violet and Rainbow Dash are talking about things he really doesn't know much about. So there's little he can offer in return. But he does notice Cammy, and frowns a little. Being of usually understated expression himself, he might have it a little easier seeing it. He looks to Violet and Dash. "...Excuse me." Then hea heads slowly in Cammy's direction.

Rainbow_Dash says, "Oh yeah! That's right," she laughs, "I'm so used to people -and- ponies, being homesick around here, I totally forgot! So sorry again about your bad day, then, hope it gets better!" she waves to Cammy, "Heya," she greets.

Spotting Rainbow, Cammy waves. She vaguely remembers encountering the blue pony at least once before. She makes her way over, curious to see what the polychromatic mare is up to.

Violet shakes her head to Rainbow Dash. "No, no, it wasn't today, I just got reminded of... you know what, nevermind, I'll tell you about it later..." She sighs and looks over as Auron walks away, now spotting Cammy. She raises an eyebrow at the blonde's expression. "...an improvement... sort of..." she says.

Rainbow_Dash says, "Well, that's a plus, right?" she glances over as Auron walks over towards Cammy, she furrows her brow a little? has she met him? Hard to keep straight sometimes...she flits over to where he approaches Cammy, peering....

Cammy spots Violet as well and nods. Auron however, is new to her. However as he doesn't seem hostile-- yet-- she doesn't seem to feel the need to worry. Or as much as someone like her ever gets to it anyway, as she makes her way over to the three.

"Never travel on buses." She says in her usual emotionless near-monotone.

Rainbow_Dash says, "Not with these babies!" she flap flaps her wings!

Violet pauses, then looks to the others before saying, "....Okay? Do I even want to know, Cammy?" She makes sure to use the name, unsure of how much the woman is used to her new name or not. "But, uh, yeah, I tend not to travel much on the surface anymore."

"...Normally, you probably would not. However.....this unit appears to have encountered a force that seems to transcend universes. However as there was no reason before now for this unit to pay attention to it...." Cammy stares at the departing bus and actually shivers in something approximating -fear-. What the hell did she run into that a girl who makes most mannequins seem lively is actually -scared-?

Rainbow_Dash flits around Auron, "Whoa...you seem pretty cool, you must be some kinda awesome warrior guy, huh? I don't think we've met, I'm Rainbow, Rainbow Dash!" She grins, "I'm head of the totally awesome club!" she laughs, then looks to Cammy, "So what's got you so freaked out? The...bus? Some Weirdo on there or somethin'?"

Violet glances back to Auron and says, "Don't mind her, she has the biggest ego in the city," before looking back to Cammy. "Well, whatever it was, we can tell you had a bad ride even without you having said so... So you're definitely improving on your, uh, expressiveness?"

Auron offers a quiet chuckle at Rainbow Dash's words. "No. I'm just a man. My name is Auron." He offers a nod of greeting. Violet's words get a smirk. "Don't worry. I knew someone who was much the same." He goes quiet then, listening what Cammy may have to say about her brush with weirdness on the bus.

Looking to Rainbow, Cammy stares for a moment. Then turns back to Violet. "...Autograph hunters." she says even more flatly than usual, as if that explains the entirety of what she encountered on the bus. Then raises a brow, not sure what Violet happens to mean about her expressiveness.

Rainbow_Dash says, "Oh, I totally get those all the time," she grins, flipping in the air, "It's totally awesome, too! it's like, 'we love you! sign this!' I love it!" she laughs, then looks to Violet, "It's good to have a healthy ego, right?" she then spins in the air back to Auron, "You remind me of that Aragorn guy from that cool movie!"

Violet shrugs lightly. "I guess a healthy ego doesn't /hurt,/ no." She then looks over to Cammy again and raises an eyebrow. "I've not had the problem, myself. But if you don't want to be recognized... you can always wear something else. Your outfit is a bit, uh, distinctive." She then pauses a moment before asiding towards Auron, "Frankly, I think it amazing this city hasn't collapsed under the weight of all the massive egos in it."

"Wear....something else?" Cammy blinks, looking at Violet as if she's grown a second head.

Auron nods to Cammy's words. "I've seen my share of those before," he agrees. "Our worlds are apparently forms of fictional media in this world. There will be people who recognize you from whatever media in their world you appeared in." A nod at Violet's words. "Particularly if you still wear the same outfit. A red coat with leather pauldrons, always worn off one arm, tends to be distinctive, for instance." Yes, he's talking about his own outfit. Though he does shake his head to Rainbow Dash. "I think you mean the one whose friend is an elf?" Of course he's seen Lord of the Rings. "I was a monk at one time. Not the Christian kind. Closer to the Shaolin kind."

Rainbow_Dash says, "Yeah, that's the guy! Totally epic!" she grins, "Of course I get by just wearing my cutie mark and nothing else," she jokes, "Well, except on dress-up kind of occasions; but hey, I really don't want to hide from my fans! Besides...people like us, kind of mean a lot to people sometimes."

Cammy nods slowly. "This unit...appears to have been used in a 'video game' here. However other figures in the game are not from the same world." And thats almost as creepy to her as the whole point of discovering she's fictional here.

Violet deadpans, "Yes. Wear something else. You've not seen me wear the same thing every day, have you? You can wear that outfit when you don't mind people recognizing you, and find some... other combat gear to wear when you do mind it." Her shoulders slump again as she shakes her head with a sigh. "I probably need to see that movie," she then mumbles before looking back to Auron and Rainbow Dash. "Sometimes I do wonder what it would be like to have actual fans."

Auron smirks a bit. "Rainbow-colored hair tends to be rather distinctive, yes," he observes. Cammy's words of 'video games' get a nod. "So have I. Though. It would seem the depictions aren't always exactly right. I'm reported to have a daughter. But I can be sure, with one-hundred percent certainty, that I do not." Auron also tilts his head to Violet's words. "That doesn't always do the trick. I do have different clothes, and I'm often still recognized." Then again, that scar on his face... Though the words of 'having actual fans'? "I'll give you mine."

Cammy's also pretty distinctive herself facially, as she has a scar as well. Not to mention her hair. She looks herself over. "Where is it possible to obtain clothing that offers freedom of movement in order to not impede combat when necessary?"

Rainbow_Dash says, "Tell, you what; this is what you do; wear something that doesn't look quite right so people think you're a cosplayer. They'll just compliment you and go on thier way after a selfie or two."

Violet shrugs to Auron. "Hey, clearly some people are perfectly fine having lots of fans," she says while looking right at Rainbow Dash. "I just don't have the opportunity to be aware of how I'd feel. Several of my officers do." She then frowns and looks back to Cammy. "The Mall, I'll bet, has at /least/ one store with combat oriented clothing." She looks back to Rainbow Dash a moment, then says, "What, like getting a different tie and a slightly off hat or something?"

"Not a women's clothing store," Auron says flatly, in response to Cammy's question of clothes that allow for combat. Yes, that's snark. But c'mon, look at those silly shoes, skinny jeans, and pencil skirts and say any of that is 'made for combat'. Still, he offers some actual advice. "Though if you buy a size larger than you normally wear, it might give you room to move." Though... Rainbow Dash has a point. "...I've done that before," he admits. "Pretended to be dressed as... well, myself. It's an odd feeling." Violet gets a smirk. "Imagine someone running up to you, practically bouncing. Now imagine this person knows almost everything there is to know about you. Now imagine this person asks you, rather crudely, if you and a very close friend were... more than friends. That's about what it's like."

Cammy shudders at that last little bit. Seems like she came across something similar, if not identical, on that bus ride. She frowns as she considers the idea of...effectively impersonating herself. It's an odd tactic, but it might work. She brings a hand up to subconsciously trace the scar on her left cheek. "What....about this?" she asks. It's not like she can convince people she's impersonating hself if she has the legit scar.

Rainbow_Dash says, "Just put a dab of make up on it, so it looks like it's not real....problem solved."

Cammy blinks in as close to confusion as she gets. "'Makeup'?" Seems the poor girl has never heard of the term. Given her mission parameters, what she was made for (even if she's not aware of that part), and the fact that she's never been on a date in her life, it's no surprise she's never heard of the term. The closest she's aware of is the body paint on her legs, but that's a different thing altogether to her.

Violet points to her eyes... yes, she's wearing some eyeliner. "Kinda like this stuff, though they make all sorts, most of it related to making your face look featureless. Or more colorful. Depends on the type, really. But yeah... I guess if you put some sorta foundation on the scar, like... exactly on the scar, it'll look a bit fake?"

Rainbow_Dash says, "Huh....all that hanging out with Rarity, totally paying off!"

Auron nods to Rainbow Dash's words of Cammy's issue with her scar. "You could use makeup to cover it," he suggests. "I have similar issues." His scar seals his eye shut though, so makeup won't work in his case. "All I could do to hide it is wear an eyepatch." As to the makeup? "Female war paint," he states. "Tends to show a woman is ready for the world. But like paint, you do have to blend it to make sure it doesn't look fake, yes."

Rainbow_Dash says, "But in this xase, you want it to look fake...so people will think it's someone else pretending to be you."

War paint, at least, Cammy is aware of. She almost ironically gives the lightning bolts on her legs, made in body paint, a wry look before looking back up at Auron. Then to Dash. "That still makes no sense. How could it make something real look unreal?"

Rainbow_Dash says, "That's....what make up does.... I never wear the stuff myself."

Violet glances over to Auron. "Or you can do some sort of cybernetic look. Or shades. Have you considered shades?" She then turns to Cammy and shrugs. "Well, you basically put a fake scar over the real one, I think is the idea? it makes it look... sloppier? I honestly don't know."

Auron tilts his head up and back. "Ah. Yes. Line the real scar with makeup. Make a sharper line of demarcation. Should convince people the scar isn't real, since the skin wouldn't appear to blend from the scar to unscarred skin."

"...Covert ops disguise." It's about the best way that she can think of to make the idea fit into the way her mind is molded by Shadaloo's mental shackles. She still seems dubious of the idea though. Then something else comes to mind. She turns to Violet. "Query. Why did people on the bus ask me if this unit wished to go out of it before the stop it was intended for?"

Violet nods to Auron. "Yeah! That kind of stuff!" She overturns her arm to look at the scar running along the underside of it, with all this scar talk. She then shakes her head and looks up again, tilting her head at Cammy. "...People asked... if you wanted to leave the bus early? I have no freaking clue."

Auron's not the right person to explain it either. Mainly because he also has no idea what's being talked about. "Sounds like they were trying to shove you off the bus," he notes. "I hope you gave them a hard time."

Cammy frowns. "The strange thing is if this is true, they were also going to throw themselves off." she adds, still not sure what to make of all that whole mess.

Violet looks confused for another few seconds before asking, "Wait... what was their exact wording?"

Auron remains looking confused. "...Really, people's hobbies don't surprise me anymore. Maybe they just like jumping out of moving buses," he suggests. Yeah, Auron has no idea.

Cammy tilts her head. "Something about wanting to 'go out'. Is that significant?" she asks. Oh that poor, poor girl.

Violet sighs and facepalms. "....So, let me guess the exact words... 'You want to go out with me sometime?' Was that what was said?"

Surprisingly Auron doesn't get it until Violet actually says it. Then his eye widens in recognition. "...Oh! Yes. That... makes more sense," he admits.

Cammy nods. "Something along those lines, yes." she says. "What purpose would throwing oneself or others out of a bus serve?" she asks, still mystified by the entire thing.

Violet does not remove her hand from her face. "They wanted to go out on a date with you. I'm not explaining that one to you if you don't know it already."

Despite himself, Auron snickers a bit, keeping it to little more than a soft snort. But just in case? "A 'date' isn't just a fruit. It's a part of courtship. Dating is for seeing if two people are compatible on a personal level." He assumes, anyway. Not that he's ever actually BEEN on one...

Cammy gives a slow, owlish blink. She actually has heard the term in this context before. But the idea that someone would see -her- as a romantic partner.....

She looks herself over as best she can with no reflection to go by.

"This would seem illogical. There is nothing about this unit that would indicate compatibility for physical intimacy." ....Hard to tell if that's her being self-depricating or if she genuinely doesn't see why anyone would have any form of romantic/sexual interest in her whatsoever.

Violet nods to Auron with a look of thanks. "Right." She pauses, then looks back to Cammy. "...Really? Come on now. About three quarters of guys would just look at your appearance and the fact that they know you from a video game and would likely say, 'I'd hit it' or something lame along those lines."

"Your form is aesthetically pleasing, within certain criteria. For some that's enough to pursue a physical interest," Auron offers helpfully. He seems to think she's just genuinely unaware. Though he raises that brow at Violet's words. "'Hit'..." Pause. "Oh. I'm... still not completely familiar with modern slang." And just in case? "'Hit' in this context isn't literal." But he doesn't explain what exactly it DOES mean.

"Aside from attempting to hit this unit being counterproductive to pursuing it as a romantic partner, the chances are high that any such attempt would result in several shattered bones on their parts afterwards." Cammy points out, in what she assumes is a perfectly resonable response, not understanding the slang. Then looks herself over again. "What does this unit's appearance have to do with the matter, anyway?" When Auron mentions she has a good body, she just blinks at him in complete incomprehension.

Violet sighs and hangs her head again. Now it's 'both' of them that don't know the phrasing. "Er, yeah, it's not literal. In that context it means they want to have sex with you." Using /any/ euphamism here seems to be a bad idea.

Auron answers Cammy's question by tilting his head at Violet. "That. For some people, looks are ALL that matters in that regard," he notes. "These people are generally the type to 'use' another for this purpose."

Cammy turns to Violet in as close to surprise as she gets. She stares for a moment or two. Her entire response is succinct and pretty well exactly what is wrong with this girl.

"Why?"

Violet looks a little confused by this fact. "...Because you are a phyisically attractive individual? This is kind of related to the conversation we had last time about why I think your 'regulation' uniform is really designed that way because someone is a pervert."

Auron snorts slightly at Violet's words. "Why do you say that?" He looks at Cammy again. Assuming THAT is her uniform (since she seemed confused about wearing other things), he gives the outfit a once-over. "If her emphasis is mobility, armor or tight clothing would interfere with it. Loose clothing would give the enemy a point of weakness to stop her from moving, too. And the paint breaks up her outline, even if it doesn't serve as complete camouflage."

Cammy nods at Auron's comments, as that's pretty much it. Her outfit does allow her some protection and padding to begin with. Then she turns to Violet.

"This unit still does not see why anyone would find it attractive. It's not as if this unit is designed for purposes beyond combat." And somewhere the creator of Cammy the character is randomly laughing his head off for no particular reason, and somewhere ELSE Bison is randomly wondering if the brainwashing done to her when she was created from his cells worked TOO well.

Violet says, "eeeeehhhh.... Let's go being physically fit has a tendency to make you look more attractive and call it a day? I'm not going to attempt to explain the finer details."

Violet then looks at Auron and deadpans, "Have you looked at what the back of her outfit looks like?"

Auron may be pretty ignorant about relationships, yes, but he knows where lines are that he shouldn't cross. One of those is explaining what 'else' besides combat Cammy could be good for. That sort of explanation, coming from a man, is the last thing needed here. Though Violet seems understandably uncomfortable with explaining the details too, so he offers helpfully, "humans are hardwired to recognize certain features as more attractive. Physical fitness is one of them."

He pauses then, looking at Violet with a raised brow. "...No," he replies. "We've only just met." And she's been facing him the whole time.

Technically, she's been facing both of them, but who's counting? Cammy still looks like she's trying to figure out why being physically fit is attractive. But then blinks at Violet's comment. "What's wrong with the back of this unit's uniform?"

Violet deadpans to Cammy, "There's not enough of it."

At Violet's answer, Auron snorts again, quietly. He tries to explain to Cammy, since the confusion only seems to be getting stronger despite efforts to explain it, "You may have been raised separate from a lot of human culture. If so, there's a lot of things about people you won't understand. Some of it is confusing to me. I was raised in a monastery, and so away from the population at large."

Cammy looks back and forth between the two, then tries to look at as much of her own backside as she can. (Which may mean giving one or both a potential look at her back...and at least part of her exposed ass.

"....It suffices for protection where necessary and does not encumber combat or movement." She says as she turns back around fully to face the two. "What more is needed?" she asks, still not seeing an issue.

Violet sighs and just facepalms again. "There's this word called 'modesty'. Clearly it's not a concept you understand, and no, I don't think I can explain it. Granted, you can pull off the look, but for pretty much anyone but you, that is not an everyday wear look."

"Why would this unit walk around naked?" Cammy asks. It's hard to tell if she's actually misinterpreting the slang of 'pull off the look' or if she's actually attempting some kind of humor on the off chance she DOES get the terminology.

"The other members of this unit's combat squad wear virtually identical uniforms." she also adds, though it more or less escapes he rnotice that while the looks (color aside) IS identical, the other Dolls in the unit all have pants. Skintight spandex pants most likely, but still, pants.

Oh HELLO there!

Okay, see... Auron had little issues with Lulu's outfit. Or the Summoner Dona. Or Yunalesca! Though admittedly he had a hate for Yunalesca that bordered on the psychopathic. Didn't change that she wore very little clothing. But see... Auron had been Unsent when he'd known Lulu and Dona. Unsent, of course, being basically a glorified ghost -- lacking a true physical body aside from the semblance of one made from pure energy.

Now however? He does not have that problem.

When Cammy turns so that the unintentional peek happens, the brow of Auron's remaining eye lifts, before he clears his throat and looks away. He's not blushing. ...No, really. He's not.

Yes. Yes he totally is. It's slight, and his high collar might cover it up. But there it is, nonetheless.

He doesn't say anything, but his reaction may speak for itself, particularly if Violet can hang a hat on it. It'll be embarrassing, but it might serve as an object lession!

"I can see how it wouldn't encumber you," Auron notes, with a bit of a wry tone. But to Violet's words he nods, trying very hard not to look at anything he shouldn't. "It's the same principle behind swear words. Those words aren't used often, so when they ARE used, it means more. People don't show off a great deal of their bodies, so when more of someone's body than is normal gets shown, it's... shocking. Perhaps that's the right word."

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|Series=Assassin's Creed
|Class=Assassin
|Alignment=True Neutral
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Age=28
|Birthdate=January 11
|Height=6'
|Weight=180 lbs
|Short=Death in White Robes
|Desc=Death in white robes.
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<h2>Skills</h2>
<ul style="list-style-type:disc"><li>Furusiyya: Literary translated Way of the Knight. The Hashshashins differ greatly from your common rogue and thief in that they do not shy away from a hand to hand open confrontation. Unlike their European counterparts, Arabian knights rely a lot more in skill and the ability to use many different types of weapons instead of focusing only in sword and shield. Altair is an expert swordmaster, archer, knife thrower, brawler, grappler, hidden weapons specialist, horseman, mounted archer and tactician, knowledgeable in many weak points of the body which he brutally exploits in fights. Because of his knightly training he also knows how to read and write as well as proper etiquette in court, though the last he loathes to employ if not actively in pursuit of an assassination. It should be said that while Altair has extensive training in the ways of the knight, he does not fight very honorably. Kicks to the crotch, eye gouging and blade parries with hidden metal padding he has on his gloves should all be expected when facing him in an all out fight, including his signature hidden blade stabs. He is also not against using his environment to assist him; fencers seeking an honorable fight might feel greatly offended (and injured) when Altair slams their faces against walls.</li><li>Parkour: Knowing how to fight is all well and good but it is meaningless if you can't reach your target. This is the bread and butter of any Hashshashin, their ability to easily overcome any terrain through acrobatic maneuvers. This skill yields Altair a great amount of dexterity and he is thus capable of doing impressive somersaults and flips, allowing him to vault over buildings repeatedly with no problems. As a side effect of his training, he also has far more stamina than even the most hardened warriors, he can maintain a brutal running pace for much longer than most people, in par with most Olympian athletes. Seeing as his best time is six miles in nine minutes, fleeing targets on foot usually don't get very far.</li><Li>Eagle Vision: A trained sixth sense, taking the form of sharp senses and observational skills. It allows Altair to track people and things in his environment, and sense impending attacks. He must be able to physically perceive someone or something, and far-away targets may be impossible to read. While Eagle Vision can assist with detecting illusions or invisibility, it can't pierce them outright and comprehensive invisibility or illusions can't be detected. Sensing hostility is also reliant on reading body language, making it ineffective against beings with subtle or drastically nonhuman physical tells. (Consent where applicable.)</li><li>Resourceful: While most of the Multiverse's technology and magic goes right over Altair's head, he has found that blacksmiths here far surpass those from his time, aside from simply giving him greater accessibility to weapons. Swords that don't break? Repeating crossbows? Explosive throwing daggers? Armor that stops bullets? Ah, if only they had this in his time the Crusades would have ended much more quickly.</li></ul>
<h2>Weaknesses</h2>
<ul style="list-style-type:disc"><li>Insidious: Altair is vengeful and proud, harm him in anyway and he will forgive you, but he will not forget you and he will probably never trust you again. He will bide his time letting his negative emotions build up within him, waiting for just the right time to strike and when he does, it will be at the worst moment possible for his target. This is absolutely fatal for group missions as Altair is most definitely /not/ a team player. If he has had trouble with someone in the past and they have the misfortune of getting paired with him, hell shove them out of the way, rush forward to hog all the glory and otherwise make himself an obstacle. In the past this has even cost Altair the death of a few comrades due to his behavior. He is getting better, but he just doesnt seem to learn his lesson. Spite mixed with arrogance is truly a terrible combination.</li><li>Cold: While he does speak his mind when he feels like it, Altair maintains his emotions in check like the professional assassin that he is. Some would say that he does this too well, he never cracks a smile, hes always hiding his face with a hood of some sort and he doesnt go out of his way to meet new people, not unless hes supposed to kill them. In short, hes not very friendly and is thus terrible at parties. He has been known to warm up to some people in the past if he is forced to work with them, however this has always taken a monumental effort from all parties involved, most notably himself.</li><li>Ruthless: No Remorse. No Hesitation. No Mercy. Altair kills and he kills well, many people will undoubtedly be surprised by his level of ruthlessness as his cruelty can sometimes rival that of supposed villains. Altair doesnt care what other people think though, if its for the good of the mission, he will steal, he will kill and he will eliminate his target at all costs. Even if he does spare the innocent as part of the Assassins Creed, his willingness to kill indiscriminately and utter contempt for the sanctity of life may put him at odds with more law abiding team mates such as Paladins. It is ill advised to put younger or more impressionable heroes under the tutelage of Altair, not unless they want to lose their innocence and get lots of gravel in their guts fast.</li><li>Medieval Man: Altair hails from the Middle East in the the time of the Great Crusades. Although he is quick to adapt to any situation as all Hashshashins are trained to do, suddenly plunged into the Multiverse has turned his world upside down revealing his very outdated ideals. Though he has become highly proficient with firearms, driving vehicles and operating heavy machinery still eludes him, he can also come off as sexist and highly intolerant. In the time where he hails from, he was considered by all to be fairly moderate in his beliefs, but in comparison to the open minded view of the Multiverse he can come off as backwards and crass. Thankfully, he is very cultured due to the extensive educational system of the Hashshashins, but from time to time his controversial thoughts do tend to show and can lead to some very awkward faux pas moments.</li><li>The Three Tenets:         Stay your blade from the flesh of an Innocent.         Hide in Plain Sight.         Never compromise the Brotherhood.</li>This is the code of the Hashshashin and the most effective way of keeping Altair in line. Reminding him of the Creed is a certain way of putting him under control if it looks like he's about to jump off the deep end and slay people indiscriminately.</li></ul>
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==Background==

==Personality==
A member of an ancient order of Syrian Assassins formed by the venerated Hassan-I Sabbah, Altair ibn la Ahad has mastered the art of professional murder. Arguably the most skilled member of his organization, he is an expert in anything ranging from mundane pick pocketing, stealth, tracking and information gathering to outstanding feats of dexterity to avoid capture and a multitude of fighting styles. 
Not without his own flaws, Altair doesn't quite fit the typical assassin profile; he is impulsive, overconfident and often chooses to ignore his extensive training of hiding in the shadows to engage his target in open combat. Altair is aware of the dangers that come from his recklessness however, he does this merely because of his sense of urgency to vanquish the seed of evil wherever it may take root. 
Somewhat of a walking contradiction, Altair comes off as someone who grudgingly sticks to protocol only because he is forced to, always holding back from executing far more brutal solutions than to what he is allowed. His motives are blurred in the intricacies of the Assassins making it impossible to tell when he's being sincere about his ideals and when he is just pretending to be your friend to accomplish some ulterior goal. Whatever inner conflicts he may have, one fact remains true; targets stalked by Altair are almost always as good as dead.

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|Name=Sonya
|Series=Diablo
|Class=Barbarian
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Nephalem
|Age=34
|Birthdate=Unknown
|Height=7 feet even
|Weight=254 pounds
|Short=Red haired and full of muscle.
|Desc= Red hair like a fiery lion's mane. Tall and full of muscle. The aptly named Sonya the Barbarian is a woman unlike any other. Standing at a staggering seven feet, she towers over most people including men and is more muscled than the average warrior. Hers is a physique not of rigorous gym training but of harsh living and endurance beyond reason. Her skin is equally adorned with blue tattoos and scars that run along the length of her body, almost making a new layer of skin. Not a whole of her skin is exposed however as she is covered from head to toe in thick leather armor and chain mail. A horned helm is set to crown the top of her head, a single blue feather danging on the side, leaving her red curly locks to cascade on the sides of her face. Finally; two large swords are set on the side of her belt, the legendary Blackguard and Warmonger.

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==Background==
Sonya comes from the world of Sanctuary, a world spawned by the unholy union of an angel and a demon. The first spawns
of this couple were known as the Nephalem, the first humans, who possessed all the powers of the demons and angels but
with none of the restrictions. Unlike angels and demons, humans were entirely free to make their own decisions, they
could follow their own path, be it good or evil, or orderly or chaotic. The drawback was that these humans did not
posses the immortal life spawns of their progenitors, the Nephalem were not bound to heaven or hell as their parents
were, and were thus mortal. As the centuries of the world of Sanctuary went on, humans began to forget their origins
and grew frail, weak. The further they went on without angelic or demonic influence the weaker they became. However,
the potential to accomplish great deeds was always there and those humans that embraced their heritage or were even
aware of it, performed things that no normal angel or demon could ever hope or accomplish. A single Nephalem who had
trained in the arts of wars could wipe a hundred thousand monsters single handedly.

Because of this, both Heaven and Hell were very wary of the Nephalem. Heaven sought to destroy them completely whilst
the Hells wanted to control them and turn them all into demons. It is why a crystal known as the World Stone was
constructed, so that neither Heaven or Hell could enter the world of Sanctuary and thus leave humanity to its own
devices.

Unfortunately, after years of planning, the Lord of Terror, Diablo finally accomplished his long plan to destroy the
World Stone and though he and his brothers were repelled from Sanctuary, it left a path open for both Heaven and Hell
to enter the world of Sanctuary.

However, shattering the World Stone meant that humanity could once again reach their full potential and many people were reintroduced to their Nephalem origins so they could rise as guardians of Sanctuary. Six said individuals emerged to take this coup and Sonya was one of them.

Sonya comes from the high mountains of Arreat,though they were known as Barbarians by the rest of Sanctuary, they
were actually the defenders of the World Stone who gave up their own lively hood in order to defend the crystal for
as long as possible. Their sacrifice ensured the defeat of Baal, Lord of Destruction, but it left Sonya without a home,
without her people.

Barbarians such as Sonya shun all comforts of civilization and fully embraced their own physical endurance and
strength to survive in the harshest environments. All of Sonya's people were of great girth and phenomenal fighters,
with any one of them of their given tribes capable of overcoming a dozen armed guards and even monsters on their own.
But it was only Sonya who was aware of her Nephalem origin and was thus able to transcend any limitations that the her
Barbarian people might have. Standing at 7 feet tall and full of muscle, Sonya is like no other woman, capable of
lifting tons of weight over her head and hurl it miles away with ease. She is skilled in a ferocious style of combat
that utilizes two large weapons not unlike the Escrima to put it in a martial art perspective. With her are her
legendary weapons the two swords; Blackguard and Warmonger. Additionally, she brings with her an ancient mystical
spear that is inserted into her arm, she's able to shoot it out at will and has the magical properties of attacking
itself to any substance and even levitate in mid air, giving Sonya an amazing amount of mobility to go along with her
enormous strength. Sonya may be incredible durable but she wears very little armor and doesn't so much as neutralizes
damage but rather ignores it. This means that while Sonya may be capable of dishing out incredible amounts of damage
she can't take it as well.

Nevertheless, despite her inability to be a perfect warrior due to her stick adherence to barbarity, Sonya was chosen
by the archangel Tyrael to be one of the six Nephalem warriors to save Sanctuary for the third time. She saved the
town of New Tristam, defeated Belial the Lord of Lies, Azmodan the Lord of Sin, took down the Lord of Terror once again,
and even defeated the fallen angel Malthael who sought to bring death to all of Sanctuary in a twisted attempt to bring
an end to the Eternal Conflict.

Sonya isn't the sharpest sword in the rack. Although she's not necessarily dumb she's very simplistic in her choices
relatively to other people. She wears simple clothing, only the basics made of leather and steel. She eats mostly
meat. She speaks her mind freely but isn't very opinionated, meaning that though she expresses her concerns and
thoughts about things she generally just lets other people be as long as they don't bother her. Ultimately, her goal
is to become the best fighter Sanctuary had ever seen and somehow use that to restore her people.

Any other goals are merely optional.

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|Image=Derrick.jpg
|Name=Derrick Benjamin Ferguson
|Series=N/A (Original Character)
|Class=Busker
|Alignment=Neutral Good
|Gender=Male
|Species=Vampire
|Age=24
|Birthdate=October 1
|Height=6' (185 cm)
|Weight=190 lbs (86 kg)
|Short=Black hair, pale, black eyes Info: It's a well-known fact that sometimes bad things happen to good people, for no real reason. Derrick Ferguson is such a person. He wasn't groomed to be a hero -- or a villain. He was just an average guy playing at a club who learned the hard way that dames can be more trouble than they're worth. His life effectively ended when a beautiful vampire took him home after a show. He ended up being turned against his will, but he escaped. Now he's just trying to figure out how to live his new UNlife without becoming like the monster that made him.
|Desc=         Stands somewhere around six feet tall, with black hair that is kept short in the back. His bangs are a little long though, and curve over his forehead. He seems a little pale for his hair to be that color naturally, but it's not unbecoming for his face. His eyes are black as well, and seem somehow perpetually narrowed in scrutiny. Adding to that illusion, his nose has a slight downward point at the end, bearing some resemblance to a raptor's beak. His jawline is wide and stable, his mouth is slightly wide but thin-lipped.         He's not bulky with muscle, but does have an all over kind of tone to his frame, the kind that seems to be gained from hard work rather than cultivation at a gym. He wears a black faux-leather jacket, white t-shirt, jeans, and heavy combat boots. The shirt and jeans are snug on his frame, hinting at that muscle tone.
|Skills=
<h2>Abilities</h2>
He's a vampire. Standard vampire powers -- shapeshifting (for him it's rat and crow), vampire senses, fangs and claws, he no longer ages and human diseases can't make him sick, he can regenerate damage done to him unless it's done with silver, he can talk to rats and crows, he's a little stronger and tougher than humans. His particular "boon", however, is his speed. He can run somewhere around 150 mph at top speed. But that's not all. Not only is he precise enough to dodge pedestrians on a crowded street while running that fast, his speed translates to manual dexterity too. He also doesn't flee from holy things, since his soul is still innocent. Holy water doesn't hurt him, he feels no compunction to turn away from religious-icon-bearing people, nothing like that.

==Skills==
He can sing, play the guitar, and dance. He hasn't learned all the skeery people-stalking "you look and nothing's there, you look back and there I am" business, but he can hunt his preferred food. That would be rats, by the way.

==Resources==
About all he's got to his name is a guitar. That said it can function as either electric or acoustic. It's strung for a left-handed player, though.

==Weaknesses==
He does have the typical suite of vampire weaknesses, holy aside. He can't see himself in mirrors or on the surface of bodies of water (digital cameras and whatnot have no trouble picking his image up though); he can't cross running water unless it's via bridge (and even then he feels uneasy), and sea voyages force him into hibernation because his connection with the earth is interrupted; the smell of garlic will ward him away, it burns his skin like poison ivy/oak/sumac on contact, and consuming it will make him vilely ill; fire damages him normally despite his greater physical constitution; silver burns him on contact, and wounds made with it must heal normally rather than regenerate (unless they're fatal, then he dies); staking immobilizes him, leaving him helpless; decapitation will kill him permanently.
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==Background==
        Typical kid, grew up wanting to be a star. When he grew up he took a gig playing at a club, and was approached by a woman he didn't realized was a vampire. She tricked him to get him back to her house, then kept him there for a few weeks. He tried to escape, so she turned him, but he woke up quicker than she expected. He escaped her while she was still recovering from having given him her blood.

==Personality==
        Typical guy, really. He's a musician, still likes to busk, likes to make people happy when he sings. Him being a vampire is really secondary to his personality. Where it does concern him, though, he doesn't eat people. He never drinks human blood, because he'd have to hurt someone to get it -- even if someone gave him permission to bite, the biting would still hurt. And he doesn't like that idea. Generally he eats rats and other such vermin in the city; pidgeons when he can catch them (they're diurnal, so unless he stumbles upon one while it's asleep he usually doesn't get to them). Overall he's just trying to figure out how to remain the same -- or close to it, anyway, despite being turned into a vampire.
==Notes==
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2017-04-15T22:37:40Z

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Joshua Fireseed

2017-04-15T22:35:45Z

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{{Profile|
|Image=Joshua.jpg
|Name=Joshua Fireseed
|Series=Turok
|Class=Son of Stone
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Age=Apparent 21, real 187
|Birthdate=July 23
|Height=6'1"
|Weight=180 lbs
|Short=...Is this Rambo?
|Desc=Coming Soon!
|Skills=Joshua is essentially the ultimate Hunter. There is no prey he cannot stalk, there are no prints he cannot track, and there are no lands where he doesn’t know how to survive. This comes from spending years in the Lost Land, a dimension that eats chunks of other planets and attaches it to its own. By living in the Lost Land, Joshua has had to deal with not only creatures from all dimensions but landscapes as well. He can survive in jungles, deserts, frozen tundras, vast oceans, forests magical or otherwise, volcanos, even cities of vastly different technological natures, for they too are naught but hunting grounds full of prey.

The name of the game for Joshua is survival; he can fend for himself in a wide variety of situations and can make weapons out nothing but what may appear to be trash. From bows, knives and clubs in forested areas, to firearms in cities, and plasma reactors in advanced civilizations, Joshua can adapt to whatever environment where he’s in, and is almost never unprepared. He’s like the ultimate Boy Scout.

Also, he’s a pretty good shot on account of his hunting lifestyle.

==Powers/Spells==

• The Green Sense: A psionic ability. Raised as a Kiowa Brave, Joshua was trained from a very young age to heed the call of nature and be aware of what the earth had to say. After living in the Lost Land, this ability grew into super human levels to the point Joshua can actually speak with animals and plants. Magical animals and plants may also apply although it varies from case to case (the magical beast in question could be too smart or too dumb to need/understand the Green Sense).

==Resources==

• Light Burden: The Light Burden appears to be a small messenger bag which is slung across the chest and strapped around the waist to avoid too much movement. In reality, it is a miniature dimension that Joshua uses for storage. The equivalent of a bag of holding, Joshua can use this bag to hold an enormous amount of items and weaponry. The bag however is limited of space and he prefers to use it sparingly. Additionally, it is also not indestructible, and if destroyed all the items inside are gone forever. Currently Joshua holds armament from all over the dimensions in there. Ranging from alien melee weapons to highly advances guns from all kinds of alien races.

• Folding Eye: This magic lens appears to be a polished black stone in the shape of a small mirror. Joshua keeps this strapped to his bandanna and he can flip it down to use it as goggles. The Folding Eye is magical and acts as a true sight effect, revealing invisibility, magical disguises, and otherwise things that try to hide their identity through supernatural means.

• Hawking Site: This highly technologically advances lens appears to be a polished orange stone in the shape of a small mirror. Joshua keeps this strapped to his bandanna and he can flip it down to use it as goggles. The Hawking Site is essentially a highly advanced HUD which tells Joshua of impending dangers by registering their life signature, not unlike a Dragon Ball scanner. Additionally, it can also be used as a targeting system and telescope.

==Weaknesses:==

• Moccasins Too Big To Fill: Originally, Joshua’s real name was Andar, and he was naught but a ten year old boy that got dragged into the Lost Land with his uncle Tal’set Tan’Celle’Nyo. Tal’set would then go on to become Turok, Son of Stone and revered across the Lost Land as the greatest defender of the multiverse that dimension ever saw. Joshua has no such skill, and deep inside doesn’t even want it, but the weight of being second best weighs heavily on his shoulders, and he worries that he can’t live up to the legend of his uncle Tal’set.

• Actually Kind Of Naïve: Ultimately, Joshua can be an average twenty year old, baseball enthusiast from Oklahoma. Even with all his background of actually being from the 1800s and spending several years in the Lost Land, he still bases most of his opinions from the perspective of a young man living in the 90s.
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==Background==
Joshua Fireseed’s story begins in the 1800’s in the Northern American continent. At that time and age he was known as Andar, and he was naught but a Kiowa boy growing up in the middle of the great Indian Wars. Andar was no warrior at the time being about ten years old, but his uncle, Tal’Set Tan’Celle’Nyo was one of the fiercest Kiowa warriors known to all the tribes and the United States army. His battle prowess was legendary as was his blood thirst and even his fellow Kiowa began to fear it. Tal’set would have no peace until every single pale face was dead, and seeing no end in sight for their war, the Kiowa betrayed him.

Tal’set’s small warband was ambushed by a battalion of Union troops with information from his own tribe. The battle was fierce, it took days, and another battalion of Union soldiers was needed in order to finally put an end to the threat that was Tal’set Tan’Celle’Nyo. However, even after sacrificing so many soldiers in order to take him down, Tal’set actually survived, and fled into a nearby cave with his nephew Andar who had been tagging along for the whole battle.

But the cave was more than it appeared. It transported Tal’set and Andar into a dimension known as the Lost Land. It was place where the Big Boom originated which created all the Multiverse and at its very center a small black hole was created which started bringing back parts of realities into its being creating a giant planet. Tal’set and Andar became the dimension’s protectors through a series of adventures, eventually taking down a being known as the Campaigner, who planned to control all of the Lost Land and use it to enslave the Multiverse.

However, in the battle Andar was lost to a rift in reality, which catapulted him back to Earth at least 200 years later. He fell in what was present time Oklahoma and told people of his adventures.. solely in Kiowa. Naturally, no one believed a 10 year old Native American kid that didn’t speak any English. People thought him as an estranged orphan and he was taken into an orphanage. He was given an English name, Joshua Fireseed, adopted the culture, studied high school and went to Oklahoma university on a sports scholarship.. eventually, Joshua forgot all of his adventures in the Lost Land, believing them to be the overactive imagination of a young boy.

But Joshua would not get the normal life he sought. After his 20th birthday, Tal’set appeared before him and dragged him back to the Lost Land. Only a few months had passed for Tal’set, but time has no meaning in the Lost Land and thus he was not surprised to find that his nephew was all grown up. Forcefully was Joshua made to remember his time in the Lost Land, and he eventually came to terms that he had actually been born in the 1800s. Taking up the mantle of the Dinosaur Hunter along with his uncle, Joshua relinquished his normal life and became the next Turok. Son of Stone. Defender of the Lost Land.
==Notes==
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Muradin

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{{Profile|
|Image=Muradin.jpg
|Name=Muradin Bronzebeard
|Series=Warcraft
|Class=Mountain King
|Alignment=Lawful Good
|Gender=Male
|Species=Dwarf
|Age=124
|Birthdate=May 4th
|Height=5 feet
|Weight=243 pounds
|Short=A dwarven fighter!
|Desc=Standing at a staggering 5 feet tall of height, Muradin Bronzebeard is a proud Dwarven Fighter.. and you best not forget that! Being a dorf, Muradin shares many of the traits that his kin are usually associated with. He's much shorter than the average human, almost by a full head. He's thick and stout, with a strong build despite his stature, with sturdy biceps, a barrel like chest, and strong legs to hold that weight up. And of course, he has a well groomed beard that shares his namesake.

This dwarf is a fighter through and through, easily seen by the thick, but versatile, blue armor he wears. A solid piece of equipment that is meant more to protect him from glancing blows than full on tank the damage, splint mail armor rather than full plate. A horned helmet protects his nogging, and of course, there's a large dwarven made axe hanging from his belt.

Unlike his dwarven people, Muradin doesn't seem to have the gruff demeanor that is often found in dorfs. He seems to be constantly jolly, a seemingly youthful arrogant disposition about him that is more likely seen in fresh faced youths than obvious veteran warriors like himself. It all clashes somewhat with the many orc and ogre skulls that adorn his armor and hair, but hey, that's dwarves for ya.
|Skills=Muradin's primary abilities are to fight with both war hammer and battle axe in each hand. Because why choose between a hammer or an axe when you can use both!? While Muradin's axe is magically enchanted, his hammer is in reality pure magic and can summon it whenever he needs to, meaning also that he can use it as a projectile without fear of ever losing it. However, due to being a summon it does run the risk of being more easily shattered or dispelled unlike its sturdier axe counter part.

Besides being a skilled and strong fighter, Muradin is legendary for being extremely resilient, to the point where his durability can very well be considered regeneration. He has managed to get back up from what would be catastrophically fatal wounds after a few moments of rest. This is probably in part to his kinship with stone that he shares by virtue of being a Khaz Modan dwarf. The thane can rapidly heal himself by hardening his skin to stone and in times of great need, Muradin is able to transform into a being made of pure stone that the dwarven people often refer to as an Avatar.
|MusicEmbed= Character Theme: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0xu9lIwwLA Blackrock and Roll Remake]         --World of Warcraft Digging a Hole : [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytWz0qVvBZ0 Diggy Diggy Hole]         --Yogcast Dungeon Crawling [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZKfcZ2VvEk Dwarf Fortress Theme Orchestral ]         --Tarn Adams/André Marí Coppola
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==Background==
Muradin Bronzebeard is the younger brother of the dwarven King Magni Bronzebeard and the older brother of Brann Bronzebeard, a very renowned explorer. The Bronzebeard family rules over the Iron Forge, the jewel of the Dwarven territories of Khaz Modan in the planet of Azeroth.

Dwarves have always been famous for their fighting prowess, and Muradin is no exception. Whereas he might have felt overshadowed by the exploits of his older brother the king or his younger brother the world explorer, Muradin was without a doubt the fighter of the family.

Muradin Bronzebeard first began polishing his prodigal skills for fighting during the Second War against the Horde where he served as liaison between the human kingdoms of Lordaeron and Khaz Modan, in his time there he fought in battles like Blackrock Spire and even was one of the many heroes who ventured through the Dark Portal to take the fight to the orcs in their homeworld of Draenor.

In his time during the Second War, he grew close to the human royal family and befriended prince Arthas. After the end of the war, Muradin became Arthas personal tutor and taught him all he knew about the fighting arts. Muradin saw Arthas grow into a great fighter and was proud when his protegee took his place as one of the holy paladins of the Silver Hand.

It was not to be. Many years later, Muradin met Arthas again in the frozen land of Northrend where he followed him into a doomed expedition to find the cursed blade of Frostmourne. When Arthas came into possession of this blade, the seals that bound the sword to its pedestal shattered and struck Muradin down, presumably killing him.

Fortunately for Muradin, he was not only a prodigious fighter but also was tremendously durable. The dwarf awoke from what where otherwise fatal wounds and was found by a clan of frost dwarves native to Northrend. Suffering from amnesia at the time, Muradin followed the frost dwarf expedition until it was attacked by a jormungar. Muradin slew the giant worm single handedly and was hailed by the frost dwarves as their lost king, giving him the name of Yorg Stormheart. Now the leader of the frost dwarves, Muradin sought to bring his new people to the fold of the Alliance where he once again regained his memories.

With his identity returned, Muradin now knew what was the ultimate fate of his old friend Arthas. The human prince became the Lich King, possessed utterly by the cursed blade of Frostmourne, and now waged war against the entire world with his legions of undead. Muradin joined the fight against Arthas and eventually pushed back to the citadel of Ice Crown where he would have his long awaited battle against his once apprentice.
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2017-04-07 - Friendship is Shounen!

2017-04-08T21:38:58Z

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Title = Friendship Is Shounen!
|Summary = [[Josuke]] and [[Sarah Markham]] make friends the shounen way. By punching each other!
|Who = [[Josuke]], [[Sarah Markham]]
|Date = April 07, 2017
|Where = Center of NeoTokyo
|Log=

        For once Josuke's not wearing his school uniform. He likes it! He's got it customised JUST the way he wants it! But until he can get schooling set up HERE, he's not going to be wearing it. And then he might have to wear another kind of uniform. Which of course he'll customise. But for now he's in a striped green shirt and purple pants. And of course his regent. Or pompadour, whatever you want to call it. Looks like he's finishing off a soda, since he drops the bottle in the trash. A sigh. "Man... Still don't know what I'm gonna do," he mutters, mostly to himself.

        As Sarah enjoys her pseudo cigarette, a paper airplane goes flyong over her shoulder and gets itself stuck in the hair of a young man a few meters away. She turns and looks for the source, but only sees the tail end of a scarf rounding a corner. She turns back and sighs. 'Dumb kids.'

        Suddenly the paper airplane embeds itself into the young man's carefully-styled regent! Josuke makes a strangled sound and tenses, his eyes going wide with surprise. His first thought? A bird hit him. "GAAH! Shoo! Go on! Shoo, shoo, shoo!" He ducks, flailing his arms above his head comically for a moment.

        ...And then his arm brushes against the paper airplane. He stills, then blinks, emitting a confused sound. He straightens, and pulls the paper from his hair. Josuke seems to pout, reaching up fix the hole in his hair that the paper plane doubtless put there. "Heeeey. Whoever threw this needs to be more careful. That could have been somebody's eye." Though as he speaks, he's unfolding the paper plane. There's something written on the paper...

        "...Gkk!"

        Suddenly Josuke's brows draw down quickly, and he clenches the paper in his hand. "Bastard...!" He means the Japanese version of the word 'bastard', the one that equally applies to males or females. The one that basically just means 'I don't like you'. Also his voice has gone from goofy-sounding to downright dangerous, the growl apppearing out of nowhere. Whatever was on that paper pissed him off mightily.

        To that end he starts looking around for the culprits. Gone is the laidback attitude. The goofiness is nowhere to be found. There is a very angry young man standing there.

        Sarah notices the kid go from calm to about ready to throw down and sighs. "Hey, buddy. If you're looking for where that came from, I think I saw someone run around that corner." She turns and points to where she had seen the scarf dissapear around the building.

        Josuke makes that sound again, one that sounds like 'keh!', and takes off in the direction indicated. He stops at the corner, though, peering around. "HEY!" he shouts down the side of the building. "Where did you go, you bastard?! I won't let anyone get away with that!"

        As it turns out, he's dropped the paper that sent him into a rage. On it there's a small bit of writing. Messy, but legible. It reads:

                ''Roses Are Red'' 
                ''Violets Are Blue'' 
                ''Disco Is Out'' 
                ''And That Hairstyle Is Too'' 

        Sarah looks at the paper and involuntarily snickers. 'Holy shit that kid is savage.' She feels bad for finding it funny, but it's kinda ridiculous to get that worked up over an insulting paper plane. She shakes her head and takes another drag, wondering just -how- she's gonna find a job.

        Well, Josuke doesn't see anybody back there. Maybe there never WAS anyone back there. He didn't see the scarf, after all. Maybe he was being led off the track. Or maybe...

        The snicker from Sarah seals it. Clearly she's partially responsible. At least, that's the connection in his mind.

        "...Hey. You with the cigarette." That does NOT sound like a very nice tone. It's low and dangerous. "You think it's funny too, don't you?" It's like Niagra Falls as he approaches -- slooowly he turns, step by step, inch by inch. His head's down just enough to make it really hard to see his eyes.

        Sarah turns to the young man, a brow arched as she slips her hands into her pockets. "Well, I don't find the fact that you were insulted funny, but I still can appreciate the humor on the plane." She shrugs, her tone casual.

        "The way I've always seen it, if ya can't laugh at yourself, what -can- ya laugh at?" Another lackadaisical shrug accompanied the statement.

        "I won't let anyone get away with making fun of my hair!" Josuke declares, finally tilting his head up. Honestly, if he was thinking straight he'd realize just exactly how UTTERLY RIDICULOUS that sounded. But then that would just make him more pissed, wouldn't it? But for the time being, he ISN'T thinking. As demonstrated quite well by what happens next.

        A neon purple aura springs to life around him, burning almost like a fire. And then... something ELSE weird happens. Overlaid over his arm is the image of a large, muscular arm with pink and blue armor. The hand on the end of that arm balls itself into a fist...

        And takes a swing at her!

        Sarah doesn't see the aura, nor the fist, and thus is caught entirely off guard when the fist connects and sends her flying back, breaking her nose in the process. She picks herself up off the ground, spits out a bit of blood, and snaps her nose back into place. "Ow, sonuva bitch, that stings." She turns to the boy. ''The hell was that? This kid psychic? A mage?'' She sighs and blinks, her right eye becoming enveloped in a rusty red haze that burns from her eye like a small flame. She sees the purple aura now. Sarah shrugs and puts a hand back in her pocket. "Look, buddy. You really don't wanna start something like this."

        People are starting to back up now, giving the two of them distance, after seeing Sarah go flying. Her words, though. That gets a response, his tone still low and dangerous. "I told you. I won't let any get away with it. Pisses me off. I just can't help it. I won't let it go. I can't!"

        With her eye glowing like that, she should see what happens next. That armored figure appears, totally this time. It's a very tall, wiry figure, bubblegum pink in color, and covered in plates of a shiny, silvery blue. There's a definite heart motif going on. But that flat, angry stare from the pink-and-blue figure does not indicate that he is in any way cuddly.

        Particularly not when the figure starts punching at Sarah. In super-speed! It looks like all but a solid wall of arm and fist. And as it does, the armored figure growls out loudly, "DORARARARARARA!" It's not translating to anything understandable, so this is probably just a battle cry of some kind.

        Sarah's magic is quicker to react than she is, a wall of typewriter keys forming in front of the pink figure. 'Was that a Persona?! I didn't see his card, or an evoker, so maybe not. Either way, I'd rather not half to fill this kid full 'a pens.' Her form flickers and she reappears a few meters behind the kid. She sighs and pulls out another false cigarette, the scent of office supplies filling the air as she lights it. "Ya know, it's a beautiful day outside. Sun is shining, pedestrians are going about their days...it'd be a shame to ruin it with needless violence, wouldn't ya say?" She shrugs.

        As Sarah disappears, Josuke pauses, to get his bearings. It's his sense of smell that alerts him to her presence. He turns to face her, putting his back to the wall of keys (if it's still there). As for her words? Maybe he's run out of clever quips. Or maybe he's just too mad to concentrate on them. Either way, what happens is...

        Well, more punching. That seems to be the only thing the figure can do. Then again, it DOES punch super-speed. Sometimes one trick is all the pony needs!

        Sarah flickers again, this time appearing to Josuke's left, a few meters away. "Well, I guess we're doing this then." She snaps her fingers, and a few lance-like pens appear behind her. She sends them flying at him, not putting as much force or speed behind them as she normally did. She didn't want to kill the kid, just get him to back off.

        To be fair, the kid is clearly a teenager, and kind of emotes like a hotblooded shounen protagonist. He'll probably back off when his anger's spent. So all she has to do is keep him busy 'till then. Or hit him real good.

        Those pens have a good chance of it, and he does seem to register WHAT THE HELL PENS?!, since his eyes widen as they fly at him.

        He seems to have presence of mind to engage the armored figure again, and the figure's timely "DORARARARA!" barrage saves Josuke from being impaled. It doesn't completely deflect the pens, though. One slips past his guard and slices across one of the figure's arm, between two of the armor plates.

        And there, on Josuke's arm, a similar wound opens. The pens didn't even touch him. But it did injure the figure. The figure's not bleeding, mind. But Josuke is. He claps a hand over the injury, gritting his teeth.

        Sarah's eyes widened at the sight. 'Damage reflects onto him from that thing? Shit. I need to be careful. Maybe I should lay off the pens for now.' She snaps her fingers, and 3 tendrils of scalding hot coffee lash out at Josuke, 2 intending on slapping him upside the head and the other one trying to grab him by the arm and toss him around. "Ya might wanna -cut- this scuffle short buddy. It isn't worth getting roughed up over a '''burn'''."

        Looks like it works both ways, too. Sort of. As the coffe smacks him around, the figure disappears. So when he goes flying? There's nothing to dampen the impact. That poor taco cart, though. It's completely destroyed. And Josuke doesn't immediately get up. Surely that wasn't all it took to take him out. But at least it's pretty clear that he's 'normal', at least when it's HIM that's hit instead of the armored figure.

        ''Shit.'' Sarah didn't have the money to pay for that...she sighed. This didn't feel right. This kid wws gonna get hurt if this kept up too much longer. "Look, kid, I -really- don't feel good about this. Why don't we both just calm down and talk about this?" She let the coffee disappear, let the magic in her eye fade, and walked over to him, a hand in her pocket, the other held out to him, a hopeful smile on her face.

        Thankfully, the knocking-around seems to have knocked some sense into him, because the kid doesn't immediately get up and start swinging. Also thankfully, he's still conscious. He does manage to pull himself out of the remains of the cart, though. ALSO thankfully, the owner isn't there. He doesn't say anything for a moment, not sure what to say.

        But uh. NeoTokyo has a police force. And they're on their way. Sirens on cars? Horns on mecha? Whatever it is, it's approaching.

        Josuke looks in that direction, making that strangled sound. "Oh, just <great>," he mutters. A look to Sarah. "We better get lost, I don't wanna spend the night in jail. What do you think?"

        Sarah smirks. "Knew you were a good kid. Follow me, I know a 'shortcut'." With that, she ducks into a nearby alley, trusting him to keep up.

        Josuke doesn't have to be told twice. As Sarah ducks into an alley, he follows. Despite the fact that the two had just been fighting, he easily follows her into the alley without question. Who knows if he even cares if it's a trap or not?

        As they step into the alley, it becomes quite apparent that this is a dead end. Sarah seems undeterred as she turns around and winks, holding out a hand. "Hold on tight kiddo, I have it on good authority that the ride's a bit bumpy for first timers." She looks to the side as she says this, a lazy grin on her face, and one hand still in her pocket.

        They're out of the main street, so Sarah wouldn't notice that the taco truck is suddenly fixed and back to normal...

        Josuke skids to a stop when he notices the wall. "Eeh?" Japanese confused sound! He looks around. "...This is a dead end," he observes. A look at the wall. "I could break it and we could go through that way..."

        Though he blinks at the instructions, looking more than a little uncomfortable. "What's a bumpy ride?"

        "C'mon kid. Shortcut. Cops sound kinda close. Let's make like a banana and get the fuck outta here." She wiggles her hand a bit, looking at him this time. Her eyes hold a sort of nonchalant amusement, and her grin is still pretty relaxed.

        Josuke blinks, looks to the extended hand... and then takes hold of it. There is a thought going through his head, one that says 'I'm going to regret this, aren't I?' But he keeps it quiet, because ESCAPE!

        Sarah smiles. "Hold onto to your lunch kid, don't want it ending up on the floor." And with that, their bodies flicker amd disappear, the alley seemingly disintegrating around them and being replaced by the interior of the library.

        Josuke stumbles a bit when he finds there is substance around him again. "Gah! What was that?!" he exclaims, before realizing where they are, and hunkering down sheepishly. "Sorry," he whispers to anybody who might be listening or looking at them. Possibly looking at him like he'd grown another head, too. Josuke blinks. "How... how'd you do that?"

        Sarah smirks and wiggles her fingers at him. "Magic." She winks before chuckling. "The funniest part about that one is I'm not kidding."

        "I believe it," Josuke replies. He's seen a lot of weird things since he's come here, and he hasn't even been here that long. And then he seems to remember something... and raises a hand to rub at the back of his neck. "Right uh... I'm sorry. I just... I kind of lose my temper when that happens..." An understatement, definitely.

        Sarah shrugs. "Happens to the best of us friend, don't worry about it. I'm doing fine, cept for the shatteres shnoz, and you seem alright, so it's all good." She smiles and holds out a hand. "Whaddya say we try this again? Name's Sarah Markham, pleased to meet ya."

        Accepting the offered hand for a handshake, the teen responds, "Josuke Higashikata. Good to meet you too." Though yes. He looks at her nose. And he doesn't let go of her hand immediately. Suddenly... the figure appears again! But instead of punching, it reaches slowly towards Sarah's face. Presuming she doesn't pull away first? An orange aura surrounds the figure's hand, and... her nose might just be fixing itself. Josuke's concentrating, and he's not angry now, so he's unlikely to botch the repair job.

        Sarah sees the faintest outline of the figure and her eye flares to life, bringing it into full detail. She barely restrains her magic as it slowly approaches, she looks into Josuke's eyes, suspicion and tentative trust clear warring in her gaze. When she feels her nose begin to mend, however, the trust begins to win out, and she smiles. "Yep, knew you weren't a bad kid."

        Josuke finally releases Sarah's hand, when her nose is mended properly, and looks carefully at the job, to make sure it's right. Satisfied, he nods, and leans back again. "I try not to be. My grandfather would hate it if I '''really''' went bad."

        Sarah shrugs. "That's good. So, what's up with your ghost thing? It looks familiar, but I know it can't be what I'm thinking of." She lets her eye snuff out, ignoring the light stinging in her retina.

        "It's... a Stand," Josuke replies. "I think... I think it's some sort of manifestation of my 'psychological strength'." He says this as if it's someone else's words that he's quoting. "I guess most of the people in my family have them."

        Sarah shrugs again. This may seem like it'll be a common occurence. "Sounds pretty cool, and kinda like a Persona, though I don't think I ever saw someone use a Persona as freely as you did, or had the damage dealt to it reflect on themself." She pulls out another odd cigarette, lighting it and enjoying the familiar motions of snapping her fingers a tiny flame appearing at the tip, and bringing it to her lips, as well as the scent of office supplies and coffee that the cigarette produced. "I don't have anything fancy like that. I'm just a pencil pusher." She shrugged and winked.

        Josuke looks thoughtful. "Well... it's... me, basically. But stronger. If Crazy Diamond gets hit with a forklift at terminal velocity, it'll hurt both of us. If /I/ get hit with a forklift at terminal velocity, I'll probably die. But since he's me, when he gets hurt, I get hurt just as much." Though at the mention of her being 'just a pencil pusher'? Josuke smirks. "I'd say that was a lot more than just pencils. I've never been smacked with COFFEE before." He seems impressed by it. And a little amused.

        Sarah smirks back. "What can I say? My brew's got a bit of a kick to it." She summons her trusty pen, a metal caligraphy pen with a deceptively sharp edge, and begins idly twirling and flipping it between and around her fingers. "Pencils, pens, same difference." She chuckles a bit.

        "Kick, punch, and a bit of throat-slashing, yeah," Josuke adds. Sounds like he's kidding yes, given the chuckle. The summoning of the pen gets a blink. "Ooh. Was that pen somewhere else, or did you make it just now?" he asks.

        Sarah tosses it up in the air, letting it vanish as she pulled out another one. "I like to keep one on me at all times, but yeah, that one was conjured. That's my magic. I push pencils into people till they stop doing a violence." She shrugs and tosses this one up, letting it dissapear too.

        Josuke has to cover his mouth to keep from laughing out loud at Sarah's artistic definition of 'pencil pusher'. "I do something that's not too different. I push fists into people until they stop doing a violence." Pointing at the pen, "And that would be a useful ability."

        Sarah laughs openly at that. "Pff, smartass. Ahh, seriously though. I was an accountant before I started getting tossed around the multiverse like a chew toy. I literally -was- a pencil pusher." She chuckles a bit. "And it does come in handy sometimes. I never have to worry about finding a pencil sharpener, or running out of ink in a pen." She smirks.

        Josuke grins at the 'insult'. To be fair, Sarah probably meant it, but Josuke didn't really take it as an insult. But yes. He does have a question. "How do you go from accountant to... to... office supply elemental?"

        Sarah's smile falters somewhat at this, before she gives a halfhearted chuckle and replies. "I-it's not that interesting a story, you probably don't wanna hear it." She looks to the side, her tone sounded somewhat strained.

        Josuke winces. He's no stupid kid, despite how much he acts like it. Particularly when somebody insults his hair. But he can see that his question was a bad one. He draws back a little. "Ah... s-sorry. Didn't know it was something you didn't want to talk about." He pauses, then, thinking. "...Four. I was four," he offers, seemingly randomly.

        "I-it's fine kid, you didn't know. I just...that story's not a happy one, and while I've always -had- magic, the story you're asking for is how I started using it to fight." She sighs, pulling out another cigarette and lighting it. "So, if'n ya don't mind my asking, what happened when you were four?"

        Josuke nods. "I understand. We all have things we don't want to talk about." Speaking of which... and he did offer it. So as Sarah asks the question, he offers the rest. "I got sick. REALLY sick. Mom wasn't sure if I was gonna make it or not. But her car got stuck in the snow when she was trying to take me to the hospital. A high school student came out of nowhere... he was hurt. But he didn't ask for a ride. He put his coat under the wheels and helped us get out. We never saw him again. He had his hair like this."

        He points to his hair. "So... that's why I got so mad. Because... it just makes me mad when anybody insults it... because I started wearing it like this because he did," Josuke explains. "Insulting it feels like insulting him. And he stopped to help a stranger, even though he was hurt too."

        Sarah nods in understanding. "I get it. You do it because in your eyes, they're spitting on his legacy." Sarah sighed again. "...I...I guess I have to tell someone '''some''' of the story at some point. And you shared spmething pretty personal, so fair's fair I guess." She took another drag.

        "Mhm," Josuke responds quietly. "So it... kinda pushes my buttons pretty bad." Tilting his head, Josuke goes quiet as she takes a drag of her cigarette. "I'd like to hear it, at least a little. But if you don't want to, it's okay. I didn't want you to feel like you were the only one on the spot."

        Sarah lets out a melancholy chuckle. "Thanks kid. You're a good egg. Now saddle up, cause this is about to get heavy." She walked over to a nearby table and dragged a couple chairs over, setting one by Josuke and setting her own near that one, sitting down and sighing, pulling out a different package of cigarettes. This one was blue, and she withdrew one of the last cigarettes in it with care as the one in her mouth broke back down into the mana it had been made with.

        "Ah, thank you," Josuke replies, as he sits down in the provided chair. However, he tilts his head at the pack of cigarettes. But he doesn't ask anything, he just waits, turning his attention back to Sarah.

        Sarah lights the cigarette and the scent of disinfectant and calcium fills the air. "Alright...where to start?. I guess I should say that this happened to be the first jump I can remember. There might have been more before that, but this is the first time I remember waking up in a reality that wasn't my own. I woke up in a bed of flowers, in dust filled ruins, alone...or so I thought. I walked through the ruins and eventually came upon a cozy home, vacant, but not abandoned. I walked further and got my first glimpse of that little megalomaniac. I should probably preface this with some of the history I learned later on to put what was happening into context. Ya see, in that world, there were two races. Monsters, and Humans. Humans began to fear monsters and the magic they wielded after years of peace, and started a war, eventually sealing them underground with magic. Monsters, for all the magic they had, were actually quite fragile, due to lacking a body with substance. Monster's bodies were formed from their magic, and when they died, their bodies broke down into dust." She sighed. "Still with me so far kid?"

        That's an odd way for cigarettes to smell, Josuke thinks. But he's not going to comment on it. Sarah's talking about something far more important. He listens as she talks about the growing rift between humans and monsters. He is, like most Japanese, a 'loud listener', offering verbal confirmations when there's a lull in her words. And not just 'uh-huh', 'yeah', etc. More, 'Oh I see', 'Is that so?', 'Oh wow', etc. When she asks if he's still with, her he nods. "Yes. Go on," he confirms.

        Sarah sighs and presses on. "Well, I think you can guess why those ruins were so dusty. I walked out the other end of that home only to find a 14 year old kid having just murdered the kind monster woman who lived there. She fell to dust, and that...thing that looked like a kid turned to me and looked at me like a new pawn on a familiar chess board. Then they stabbed me with a toy knife. Like, actually stabbed me. I bled out and everything. I woke back up in that bed of flowers for reasons I wouldn't find out until later and rushed through the ruins, realizing what was going on, and made it to the same spot only to find the door out of the ruins open, and dust spread across the floor to spell out the message 'Stay out of my way'." She gave a shuddering sigh. "And so a race began, I was trying to warn the monster people of the danger, and they were trying to commit genocide, because the sick little bastard knew they could do it. Eventually one monster managed to buy the rest some time to flee, and myself time to get a crash course in how to use magic to kill. Later, after the kid had cut through almost everyone in the underground, they came upon me."

        Josuke pays rapt attention to the story as it's told. Particularly the part where it was... a kid? His eyes go a little wide at this. "Most of the monsters got away?" he asked. He's not asking it as though he'd be disappointed by a positive answer. It sounds like he WANTS them to have gotten away. But then again, Sarah hadn't indicated that the monsters were evil, and there was no reason to kill something that wasn't evil.

        "No...most of them died. Only a fraction of the population survived" Sarah took a long drag. "At this point I should mention the other sticking point. In that world, humans had this power called Determination, which allowed them to bend time to their will to change fate in the right conditions. This kid could do that, saving and loading whenever they died. That's how they carved a dusty swathe through the underground, and how I didn't die after bleeding out. So what do you think happened when two determined humans clashed at the end? We both died an unholy amount of times. We fought in that damned throne room 738 times. I kept track." She let out another shuddering sigh.

        Josuke is visibly upset when he hears that most of the monsters died. The mention of 'saving and loading' gets a blink. "Like a video game?" he asks. He IS a teenager, and a teenager from the nineties at that. But her mention of having died and 'respawned' so many times does bring a question. "If the other kid couldn't die... how did you beat him?" Assuming gender, to note.

        "...I didn't. He gave up. Reset everything back to how it was when he first fell, and played us all like a damn fiddle, acting like he'd changed. That he had let his power go to his head, but wouldn't let it happen again. We believed him. Things were nice for a time. I met my best friend there, a skeleton man scientist named after a font. The kid turned out to seem like a good kid. Then, he pulled the rug out from under us. We fought one last time, in a place where neither of us had the luxury of loading a save. The kid nearly killed me, and if it hadn't been for my friend, I would have died. I had to kill that child in the end. I had to kill a 14 year old kid cause they were a time traveling, genocidal, megalomaniac who wanted to erase that world entirely, just because he could." She finished the cigarette and let it fade as she sat, her expression haunted. "After that, we tried to get on with our lives. My friend helped me quit smoking, teaching me how to make these with some magic and water. Then I had it all ripped away after I was starting to almost get over the idea of never going home."

        Sarah looked at Josuke. "And that's it. That's how I learned to fight."

        Josuke shakes his head. "That's... a wild ride," he said. "Sink or swim approach, huh? Man. At least I had like... thirteen years to learn what I could and couldn't do. And I thought Angelo was weird...."

        Sarah gives a melancholy chuckle. "Understatement of the year kid. Understatenent of the year..." She withdraws the blue pack and looks at it. "You figure out why my cigarettes smell the way they do yet?"

        Josuke seems to note the need for a change in topic. So. TOPIC CHANGE! The cigarettes smell like neither cigars nor... ettes...! Or something. Josuke tilts his head to the side. "I guess it's because they're made of magic. So when you make them, you can make them smell like anything you want them to smell like."

        "Heh, close. The magic bit's right, but I can't choose the scent. It's part of my magical signature. It's an expression of who I am. That's why the red ones smell like an office. The blue ones are all I have left to remember Wing Dings by. And yeah, his name is really Wing Dings, I already laughed at that as much as he would let me before the joke got old." Sarah chuckled a bit at that, a more honest, fond chuckle at good memories.

        Josuke thinks about that. And, seeing that Sarah probably needs an honest laugh, he offers, "I'd hate if someone taught Jotaro-san how to do that. His would smell like fish and rotten seaweed. Blech!" He makes a disgusted face at the notion.

        Sarah laughs at the thought. "What? Is he some kind of freaky fish guy?"

        "No. He's a marine biologist, though," Josuke replies. "He's really into the ocean, and he likes studying it. I'm glad it makes him happy. I dunno. Maybe they'd only smell like saltwater and... and... I dunno, what do boats smell like?"

        Sarah shrugs, a small but genuine smile on her face. "I dunno, maybe metal?"

        "Hopefully they wouldn't smell like starfish. Those things STINK when they get out of the water," Josuke observes. Holding his nose to illustrate, he comments, "Phew!"

        Sarah chuckles. "Thanks kid. I needed something to pick me up, and getting that off my chest...feels much better. I've always been the type to bottle stuff up and just kinda forget about it." She smiles openly.

        Josuke nods, getting serious again. "I had a feeling. Jotaro's a little like that too. He's super cool about everything. But he's not really good at talking about things, especially how he feels about things. I guess he bottles things up too." Pause. "...Hey. Want me to treat you to something to eat to apologize for earlier? I mean... it's a student's budget, so it wouldn't be much, but it would make me feel better about being stupid."

        "If ya want, go for it."

        Josuke smiles broadly -- and there's the goofy teen again, in that smile -- and stands. "Sounds like a good idea! I'm hungry too. I think I use energy like that." He'll walk with her out of the library. "...I guess no tacos?" Because he hit a taco stand, and he's also kind of teasing.

        Sarah stands and follows. "Sure. No tacos. How about fish?" She smirks right back.
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2017-04-07 - Friendship is Shounen!

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{{Logsummary|
Title = Friendship Is Shounen!
|Summary = [[Josuke]] and [[Sarah Markham]] make friends the shounen way. By punching each other!
|Who = [[Josuke]], [[Sarah Markham]]
|Date = April 07, 2017
|Where = Center of NeoTokyo
|Log=

        For once Josuke's not wearing his school uniform. He likes it! He's got it customised JUST the way he wants it! But until he can get schooling set up HERE, he's not going to be wearing it. And then he might have to wear another kind of uniform. Which of course he'll customise. But for now he's in a striped green shirt and purple pants. And of course his regent. Or pompadour, whatever you want to call it. Looks like he's finishing off a soda, since he drops the bottle in the trash. A sigh. "Man... Still don't know what I'm gonna do," he mutters, mostly to himself.

        As Sarah enjoys her pseudo cigarette, a paper airplane goes flyong over her shoulder and gets itself stuck in the hair of a young man a few meters away. She turns and looks for the source, but only sees the tail end of a scarf rounding a corner. She turns back and sighs. 'Dumb kids.'

        Suddenly the paper airplane embeds itself into the young man's carefully-styled regent! Josuke makes a strangled sound and tenses, his eyes going wide with surprise. His first thought? A bird hit him. "GAAH! Shoo! Go on! Shoo, shoo, shoo!" He ducks, flailing his arms above his head comically for a moment.

        ...And then his arm brushes against the paper airplane. He stills, then blinks, emitting a confused sound. He straightens, and pulls the paper from his hair. Josuke seems to pout, reaching up fix the hole in his hair that the paper plane doubtless put there. "Heeeey. Whoever threw this needs to be more careful. That could have been somebody's eye." Though as he speaks, he's unfolding the paper plane. There's something written on the paper...

        "...Gkk!"

        Suddenly Josuke's brows draw down quickly, and he clenches the paper in his hand. "Bastard...!" He means the Japanese version of the word 'bastard', the one that equally applies to males or females. The one that basically just means 'I don't like you'. Also his voice has gone from goofy-sounding to downright dangerous, the growl apppearing out of nowhere. Whatever was on that paper pissed him off mightily.

        To that end he starts looking around for the culprits. Gone is the laidback attitude. The goofiness is nowhere to be found. There is a very angry young man standing there.

        Sarah notices the kid go from calm to about ready to throw down and sighs. "Hey, buddy. If you're looking for where that came from, I think I saw someone run around that corner." She turns and points to where she had seen the scarf dissapear around the building.

        Josuke makes that sound again, one that sounds like 'keh!', and takes off in the direction indicated. He stops at the corner, though, peering around. "HEY!" he shouts down the side of the building. "Where did you go, you bastard?! I won't let anyone get away with that!"

        As it turns out, he's dropped the paper that sent him into a rage. On it there's a small bit of writing. Messy, but legible. It reads:

                ''Roses Are Red'' 
                ''Violets Are Blue'' 
                ''Disco Is Out'' 
                ''And That Hairstyle Is Too''' 

        Sarah looks at the paper and involuntarily snickers. 'Holy shit that kid is savage.' She feels bad for finding it funny, but it's kinda ridiculous to get that worked up over an insulting paper plane. She shakes her head and takes another drag, wondering just -how- she's gonna find a job.

        Well, Josuke doesn't see anybody back there. Maybe there never WAS anyone back there. He didn't see the scarf, after all. Maybe he was being led off the track. Or maybe...

        The snicker from Sarah seals it. Clearly she's partially responsible. At least, that's the connection in his mind.

        "...Hey. You with the cigarette." That does NOT sound like a very nice tone. It's low and dangerous. "You think it's funny too, don't you?" It's like Niagra Falls as he approaches -- slooowly he turns, step by step, inch by inch. His head's down just enough to make it really hard to see his eyes.

        Sarah turns to the young man, a brow arched as she slips her hands into her pockets. "Well, I don't find the fact that you were insulted funny, but I still can appreciate the humor on the plane." She shrugs, her tone casual.

        "The way I've always seen it, if ya can't laugh at yourself, what -can- ya laugh at?" Another lackadaisical shrug accompanied the statement.

        "I won't let anyone get away with making fun of my hair!" Josuke declares, finally tilting his head up. Honestly, if he was thinking straight he'd realize just exactly how UTTERLY RIDICULOUS that sounded. But then that would just make him more pissed, wouldn't it? But for the time being, he ISN'T thinking. As demonstrated quite well by what happens next.

        A neon purple aura springs to life around him, burning almost like a fire. And then... something ELSE weird happens. Overlaid over his arm is the image of a large, muscular arm with pink and blue armor. The hand on the end of that arm balls itself into a fist...

        And takes a swing at her!

        Sarah doesn't see the aura, nor the fist, and thus is caught entirely off guard when the fist connects and sends her flying back, breaking her nose in the process. She picks herself up off the ground, spits out a bit of blood, and snaps her nose back into place. "Ow, sonuva bitch, that stings." She turns to the boy. ''The hell was that? This kid psychic? A mage?'' She sighs and blinks, her right eye becoming enveloped in a rusty red haze that burns from her eye like a small flame. She sees the purple aura now. Sarah shrugs and puts a hand back in her pocket. "Look, buddy. You really don't wanna start something like this."

        People are starting to back up now, giving the two of them distance, after seeing Sarah go flying. Her words, though. That gets a response, his tone still low and dangerous. "I told you. I won't let any get away with it. Pisses me off. I just can't help it. I won't let it go. I can't!"

        With her eye glowing like that, she should see what happens next. That armored figure appears, totally this time. It's a very tall, wiry figure, bubblegum pink in color, and covered in plates of a shiny, silvery blue. There's a definite heart motif going on. But that flat, angry stare from the pink-and-blue figure does not indicate that he is in any way cuddly.

        Particularly not when the figure starts punching at Sarah. In super-speed! It looks like all but a solid wall of arm and fist. And as it does, the armored figure growls out loudly, "DORARARARARARA!" It's not translating to anything understandable, so this is probably just a battle cry of some kind.

        Sarah's magic is quicker to react than she is, a wall of typewriter keys forming in front of the pink figure. 'Was that a Persona?! I didn't see his card, or an evoker, so maybe not. Either way, I'd rather not half to fill this kid full 'a pens.' Her form flickers and she reappears a few meters behind the kid. She sighs and pulls out another false cigarette, the scent of office supplies filling the air as she lights it. "Ya know, it's a beautiful day outside. Sun is shining, pedestrians are going about their days...it'd be a shame to ruin it with needless violence, wouldn't ya say?" She shrugs.

        As Sarah disappears, Josuke pauses, to get his bearings. It's his sense of smell that alerts him to her presence. He turns to face her, putting his back to the wall of keys (if it's still there). As for her words? Maybe he's run out of clever quips. Or maybe he's just too mad to concentrate on them. Either way, what happens is...

        Well, more punching. That seems to be the only thing the figure can do. Then again, it DOES punch super-speed. Sometimes one trick is all the pony needs!

        Sarah flickers again, this time appearing to Josuke's left, a few meters away. "Well, I guess we're doing this then." She snaps her fingers, and a few lance-like pens appear behind her. She sends them flying at him, not putting as much force or speed behind them as she normally did. She didn't want to kill the kid, just get him to back off.

        To be fair, the kid is clearly a teenager, and kind of emotes like a hotblooded shounen protagonist. He'll probably back off when his anger's spent. So all she has to do is keep him busy 'till then. Or hit him real good.

        Those pens have a good chance of it, and he does seem to register WHAT THE HELL PENS?!, since his eyes widen as they fly at him.

        He seems to have presence of mind to engage the armored figure again, and the figure's timely "DORARARARA!" barrage saves Josuke from being impaled. It doesn't completely deflect the pens, though. One slips past his guard and slices across one of the figure's arm, between two of the armor plates.

        And there, on Josuke's arm, a similar wound opens. The pens didn't even touch him. But it did injure the figure. The figure's not bleeding, mind. But Josuke is. He claps a hand over the injury, gritting his teeth.

        Sarah's eyes widened at the sight. 'Damage reflects onto him from that thing? Shit. I need to be careful. Maybe I should lay off the pens for now.' She snaps her fingers, and 3 tendrils of scalding hot coffee lash out at Josuke, 2 intending on slapping him upside the head and the other one trying to grab him by the arm and toss him around. "Ya might wanna -cut- this scuffle short buddy. It isn't worth getting roughed up over a '''burn'''."

        Looks like it works both ways, too. Sort of. As the coffe smacks him around, the figure disappears. So when he goes flying? There's nothing to dampen the impact. That poor taco cart, though. It's completely destroyed. And Josuke doesn't immediately get up. Surely that wasn't all it took to take him out. But at least it's pretty clear that he's 'normal', at least when it's HIM that's hit instead of the armored figure.

        ''Shit.'' Sarah didn't have the money to pay for that...she sighed. This didn't feel right. This kid wws gonna get hurt if this kept up too much longer. "Look, kid, I -really- don't feel good about this. Why don't we both just calm down and talk about this?" She let the coffee disappear, let the magic in her eye fade, and walked over to him, a hand in her pocket, the other held out to him, a hopeful smile on her face.

        Thankfully, the knocking-around seems to have knocked some sense into him, because the kid doesn't immediately get up and start swinging. Also thankfully, he's still conscious. He does manage to pull himself out of the remains of the cart, though. ALSO thankfully, the owner isn't there. He doesn't say anything for a moment, not sure what to say.

        But uh. NeoTokyo has a police force. And they're on their way. Sirens on cars? Horns on mecha? Whatever it is, it's approaching.

        Josuke looks in that direction, making that strangled sound. "Oh, just <great>," he mutters. A look to Sarah. "We better get lost, I don't wanna spend the night in jail. What do you think?"

        Sarah smirks. "Knew you were a good kid. Follow me, I know a 'shortcut'." With that, she ducks into a nearby alley, trusting him to keep up.

        Josuke doesn't have to be told twice. As Sarah ducks into an alley, he follows. Despite the fact that the two had just been fighting, he easily follows her into the alley without question. Who knows if he even cares if it's a trap or not?

        As they step into the alley, it becomes quite apparent that this is a dead end. Sarah seems undeterred as she turns around and winks, holding out a hand. "Hold on tight kiddo, I have it on good authority that the ride's a bit bumpy for first timers." She looks to the side as she says this, a lazy grin on her face, and one hand still in her pocket.

        They're out of the main street, so Sarah wouldn't notice that the taco truck is suddenly fixed and back to normal...

        Josuke skids to a stop when he notices the wall. "Eeh?" Japanese confused sound! He looks around. "...This is a dead end," he observes. A look at the wall. "I could break it and we could go through that way..."

        Though he blinks at the instructions, looking more than a little uncomfortable. "What's a bumpy ride?"

        "C'mon kid. Shortcut. Cops sound kinda close. Let's make like a banana and get the fuck outta here." She wiggles her hand a bit, looking at him this time. Her eyes hold a sort of nonchalant amusement, and her grin is still pretty relaxed.

        Josuke blinks, looks to the extended hand... and then takes hold of it. There is a thought going through his head, one that says 'I'm going to regret this, aren't I?' But he keeps it quiet, because ESCAPE!

        Sarah smiles. "Hold onto to your lunch kid, don't want it ending up on the floor." And with that, their bodies flicker amd disappear, the alley seemingly disintegrating around them and being replaced by the interior of the library.

        Josuke stumbles a bit when he finds there is substance around him again. "Gah! What was that?!" he exclaims, before realizing where they are, and hunkering down sheepishly. "Sorry," he whispers to anybody who might be listening or looking at them. Possibly looking at him like he'd grown another head, too. Josuke blinks. "How... how'd you do that?"

        Sarah smirks and wiggles her fingers at him. "Magic." She winks before chuckling. "The funniest part about that one is I'm not kidding."

        "I believe it," Josuke replies. He's seen a lot of weird things since he's come here, and he hasn't even been here that long. And then he seems to remember something... and raises a hand to rub at the back of his neck. "Right uh... I'm sorry. I just... I kind of lose my temper when that happens..." An understatement, definitely.

        Sarah shrugs. "Happens to the best of us friend, don't worry about it. I'm doing fine, cept for the shatteres shnoz, and you seem alright, so it's all good." She smiles and holds out a hand. "Whaddya say we try this again? Name's Sarah Markham, pleased to meet ya."

        Accepting the offered hand for a handshake, the teen responds, "Josuke Higashikata. Good to meet you too." Though yes. He looks at her nose. And he doesn't let go of her hand immediately. Suddenly... the figure appears again! But instead of punching, it reaches slowly towards Sarah's face. Presuming she doesn't pull away first? An orange aura surrounds the figure's hand, and... her nose might just be fixing itself. Josuke's concentrating, and he's not angry now, so he's unlikely to botch the repair job.

        Sarah sees the faintest outline of the figure and her eye flares to life, bringing it into full detail. She barely restrains her magic as it slowly approaches, she looks into Josuke's eyes, suspicion and tentative trust clear warring in her gaze. When she feels her nose begin to mend, however, the trust begins to win out, and she smiles. "Yep, knew you weren't a bad kid."

        Josuke finally releases Sarah's hand, when her nose is mended properly, and looks carefully at the job, to make sure it's right. Satisfied, he nods, and leans back again. "I try not to be. My grandfather would hate it if I '''really''' went bad."

        Sarah shrugs. "That's good. So, what's up with your ghost thing? It looks familiar, but I know it can't be what I'm thinking of." She lets her eye snuff out, ignoring the light stinging in her retina.

        "It's... a Stand," Josuke replies. "I think... I think it's some sort of manifestation of my 'psychological strength'." He says this as if it's someone else's words that he's quoting. "I guess most of the people in my family have them."

        Sarah shrugs again. This may seem like it'll be a common occurence. "Sounds pretty cool, and kinda like a Persona, though I don't think I ever saw someone use a Persona as freely as you did, or had the damage dealt to it reflect on themself." She pulls out another odd cigarette, lighting it and enjoying the familiar motions of snapping her fingers a tiny flame appearing at the tip, and bringing it to her lips, as well as the scent of office supplies and coffee that the cigarette produced. "I don't have anything fancy like that. I'm just a pencil pusher." She shrugged and winked.

        Josuke looks thoughtful. "Well... it's... me, basically. But stronger. If Crazy Diamond gets hit with a forklift at terminal velocity, it'll hurt both of us. If /I/ get hit with a forklift at terminal velocity, I'll probably die. But since he's me, when he gets hurt, I get hurt just as much." Though at the mention of her being 'just a pencil pusher'? Josuke smirks. "I'd say that was a lot more than just pencils. I've never been smacked with COFFEE before." He seems impressed by it. And a little amused.

        Sarah smirks back. "What can I say? My brew's got a bit of a kick to it." She summons her trusty pen, a metal caligraphy pen with a deceptively sharp edge, and begins idly twirling and flipping it between and around her fingers. "Pencils, pens, same difference." She chuckles a bit.

        "Kick, punch, and a bit of throat-slashing, yeah," Josuke adds. Sounds like he's kidding yes, given the chuckle. The summoning of the pen gets a blink. "Ooh. Was that pen somewhere else, or did you make it just now?" he asks.

        Sarah tosses it up in the air, letting it vanish as she pulled out another one. "I like to keep one on me at all times, but yeah, that one was conjured. That's my magic. I push pencils into people till they stop doing a violence." She shrugs and tosses this one up, letting it dissapear too.

        Josuke has to cover his mouth to keep from laughing out loud at Sarah's artistic definition of 'pencil pusher'. "I do something that's not too different. I push fists into people until they stop doing a violence." Pointing at the pen, "And that would be a useful ability."

        Sarah laughs openly at that. "Pff, smartass. Ahh, seriously though. I was an accountant before I started getting tossed around the multiverse like a chew toy. I literally -was- a pencil pusher." She chuckles a bit. "And it does come in handy sometimes. I never have to worry about finding a pencil sharpener, or running out of ink in a pen." She smirks.

        Josuke grins at the 'insult'. To be fair, Sarah probably meant it, but Josuke didn't really take it as an insult. But yes. He does have a question. "How do you go from accountant to... to... office supply elemental?"

        Sarah's smile falters somewhat at this, before she gives a halfhearted chuckle and replies. "I-it's not that interesting a story, you probably don't wanna hear it." She looks to the side, her tone sounded somewhat strained.

        Josuke winces. He's no stupid kid, despite how much he acts like it. Particularly when somebody insults his hair. But he can see that his question was a bad one. He draws back a little. "Ah... s-sorry. Didn't know it was something you didn't want to talk about." He pauses, then, thinking. "...Four. I was four," he offers, seemingly randomly.

        "I-it's fine kid, you didn't know. I just...that story's not a happy one, and while I've always -had- magic, the story you're asking for is how I started using it to fight." She sighs, pulling out another cigarette and lighting it. "So, if'n ya don't mind my asking, what happened when you were four?"

        Josuke nods. "I understand. We all have things we don't want to talk about." Speaking of which... and he did offer it. So as Sarah asks the question, he offers the rest. "I got sick. REALLY sick. Mom wasn't sure if I was gonna make it or not. But her car got stuck in the snow when she was trying to take me to the hospital. A high school student came out of nowhere... he was hurt. But he didn't ask for a ride. He put his coat under the wheels and helped us get out. We never saw him again. He had his hair like this."

        He points to his hair. "So... that's why I got so mad. Because... it just makes me mad when anybody insults it... because I started wearing it like this because he did," Josuke explains. "Insulting it feels like insulting him. And he stopped to help a stranger, even though he was hurt too."

        Sarah nods in understanding. "I get it. You do it because in your eyes, they're spitting on his legacy." Sarah sighed again. "...I...I guess I have to tell someone '''some''' of the story at some point. And you shared spmething pretty personal, so fair's fair I guess." She took another drag.

        "Mhm," Josuke responds quietly. "So it... kinda pushes my buttons pretty bad." Tilting his head, Josuke goes quiet as she takes a drag of her cigarette. "I'd like to hear it, at least a little. But if you don't want to, it's okay. I didn't want you to feel like you were the only one on the spot."

        Sarah lets out a melancholy chuckle. "Thanks kid. You're a good egg. Now saddle up, cause this is about to get heavy." She walked over to a nearby table and dragged a couple chairs over, setting one by Josuke and setting her own near that one, sitting down and sighing, pulling out a different package of cigarettes. This one was blue, and she withdrew one of the last cigarettes in it with care as the one in her mouth broke back down into the mana it had been made with.

        "Ah, thank you," Josuke replies, as he sits down in the provided chair. However, he tilts his head at the pack of cigarettes. But he doesn't ask anything, he just waits, turning his attention back to Sarah.

        Sarah lights the cigarette and the scent of disinfectant and calcium fills the air. "Alright...where to start?. I guess I should say that this happened to be the first jump I can remember. There might have been more before that, but this is the first time I remember waking up in a reality that wasn't my own. I woke up in a bed of flowers, in dust filled ruins, alone...or so I thought. I walked through the ruins and eventually came upon a cozy home, vacant, but not abandoned. I walked further and got my first glimpse of that little megalomaniac. I should probably preface this with some of the history I learned later on to put what was happening into context. Ya see, in that world, there were two races. Monsters, and Humans. Humans began to fear monsters and the magic they wielded after years of peace, and started a war, eventually sealing them underground with magic. Monsters, for all the magic they had, were actually quite fragile, due to lacking a body with substance. Monster's bodies were formed from their magic, and when they died, their bodies broke down into dust." She sighed. "Still with me so far kid?"

        That's an odd way for cigarettes to smell, Josuke thinks. But he's not going to comment on it. Sarah's talking about something far more important. He listens as she talks about the growing rift between humans and monsters. He is, like most Japanese, a 'loud listener', offering verbal confirmations when there's a lull in her words. And not just 'uh-huh', 'yeah', etc. More, 'Oh I see', 'Is that so?', 'Oh wow', etc. When she asks if he's still with, her he nods. "Yes. Go on," he confirms.

        Sarah sighs and presses on. "Well, I think you can guess why those ruins were so dusty. I walked out the other end of that home only to find a 14 year old kid having just murdered the kind monster woman who lived there. She fell to dust, and that...thing that looked like a kid turned to me and looked at me like a new pawn on a familiar chess board. Then they stabbed me with a toy knife. Like, actually stabbed me. I bled out and everything. I woke back up in that bed of flowers for reasons I wouldn't find out until later and rushed through the ruins, realizing what was going on, and made it to the same spot only to find the door out of the ruins open, and dust spread across the floor to spell out the message 'Stay out of my way'." She gave a shuddering sigh. "And so a race began, I was trying to warn the monster people of the danger, and they were trying to commit genocide, because the sick little bastard knew they could do it. Eventually one monster managed to buy the rest some time to flee, and myself time to get a crash course in how to use magic to kill. Later, after the kid had cut through almost everyone in the underground, they came upon me."

        Josuke pays rapt attention to the story as it's told. Particularly the part where it was... a kid? His eyes go a little wide at this. "Most of the monsters got away?" he asked. He's not asking it as though he'd be disappointed by a positive answer. It sounds like he WANTS them to have gotten away. But then again, Sarah hadn't indicated that the monsters were evil, and there was no reason to kill something that wasn't evil.

        "No...most of them died. Only a fraction of the population survived" Sarah took a long drag. "At this point I should mention the other sticking point. In that world, humans had this power called Determination, which allowed them to bend time to their will to change fate in the right conditions. This kid could do that, saving and loading whenever they died. That's how they carved a dusty swathe through the underground, and how I didn't die after bleeding out. So what do you think happened when two determined humans clashed at the end? We both died an unholy amount of times. We fought in that damned throne room 738 times. I kept track." She let out another shuddering sigh.

        Josuke is visibly upset when he hears that most of the monsters died. The mention of 'saving and loading' gets a blink. "Like a video game?" he asks. He IS a teenager, and a teenager from the nineties at that. But her mention of having died and 'respawned' so many times does bring a question. "If the other kid couldn't die... how did you beat him?" Assuming gender, to note.

        "...I didn't. He gave up. Reset everything back to how it was when he first fell, and played us all like a damn fiddle, acting like he'd changed. That he had let his power go to his head, but wouldn't let it happen again. We believed him. Things were nice for a time. I met my best friend there, a skeleton man scientist named after a font. The kid turned out to seem like a good kid. Then, he pulled the rug out from under us. We fought one last time, in a place where neither of us had the luxury of loading a save. The kid nearly killed me, and if it hadn't been for my friend, I would have died. I had to kill that child in the end. I had to kill a 14 year old kid cause they were a time traveling, genocidal, megalomaniac who wanted to erase that world entirely, just because he could." She finished the cigarette and let it fade as she sat, her expression haunted. "After that, we tried to get on with our lives. My friend helped me quit smoking, teaching me how to make these with some magic and water. Then I had it all ripped away after I was starting to almost get over the idea of never going home."

        Sarah looked at Josuke. "And that's it. That's how I learned to fight."

        Josuke shakes his head. "That's... a wild ride," he said. "Sink or swim approach, huh? Man. At least I had like... thirteen years to learn what I could and couldn't do. And I thought Angelo was weird...."

        Sarah gives a melancholy chuckle. "Understatement of the year kid. Understatenent of the year..." She withdraws the blue pack and looks at it. "You figure out why my cigarettes smell the way they do yet?"

        Josuke seems to note the need for a change in topic. So. TOPIC CHANGE! The cigarettes smell like neither cigars nor... ettes...! Or something. Josuke tilts his head to the side. "I guess it's because they're made of magic. So when you make them, you can make them smell like anything you want them to smell like."

        "Heh, close. The magic bit's right, but I can't choose the scent. It's part of my magical signature. It's an expression of who I am. That's why the red ones smell like an office. The blue ones are all I have left to remember Wing Dings by. And yeah, his name is really Wing Dings, I already laughed at that as much as he would let me before the joke got old." Sarah chuckled a bit at that, a more honest, fond chuckle at good memories.

        Josuke thinks about that. And, seeing that Sarah probably needs an honest laugh, he offers, "I'd hate if someone taught Jotaro-san how to do that. His would smell like fish and rotten seaweed. Blech!" He makes a disgusted face at the notion.

        Sarah laughs at the thought. "What? Is he some kind of freaky fish guy?"

        "No. He's a marine biologist, though," Josuke replies. "He's really into the ocean, and he likes studying it. I'm glad it makes him happy. I dunno. Maybe they'd only smell like saltwater and... and... I dunno, what do boats smell like?"

        Sarah shrugs, a small but genuine smile on her face. "I dunno, maybe metal?"

        "Hopefully they wouldn't smell like starfish. Those things STINK when they get out of the water," Josuke observes. Holding his nose to illustrate, he comments, "Phew!"

        Sarah chuckles. "Thanks kid. I needed something to pick me up, and getting that off my chest...feels much better. I've always been the type to bottle stuff up and just kinda forget about it." She smiles openly.

        Josuke nods, getting serious again. "I had a feeling. Jotaro's a little like that too. He's super cool about everything. But he's not really good at talking about things, especially how he feels about things. I guess he bottles things up too." Pause. "...Hey. Want me to treat you to something to eat to apologize for earlier? I mean... it's a student's budget, so it wouldn't be much, but it would make me feel better about being stupid."

        "If ya want, go for it."

        Josuke smiles broadly -- and there's the goofy teen again, in that smile -- and stands. "Sounds like a good idea! I'm hungry too. I think I use energy like that." He'll walk with her out of the library. "...I guess no tacos?" Because he hit a taco stand, and he's also kind of teasing.

        Sarah stands and follows. "Sure. No tacos. How about fish?" She smirks right back.
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Kotal Kahn

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|Name=Kotal_Kahn
|Series=Mortal Kombat
|Class= God of War
|Alignment=Lawful Neutral
|Gender=Male
|Species=Osh'Tekk
|Age=624?
|Birthdate=
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|Short=An imposing turquoise skinned man dressed in Aztec Eagle Knight regalia
|Desc=A statuesque turquoise skinned man with glowing yellow eyes and equally glowing golden tattoos going across his body. He is dressed in a manner very similar to that of Aztec Eagle Knights, though it seems his gear is made out of metal. Seemingly floating on his back is a gigantic Macuahuitl serrated blade and dangling on his belt is a large ceremonial knife. Despite his regal like attire and composure, he seems to favor simplicity and wears little more than sandals to cover his feet, gauntlets and a loincloth.
|Skills=Kotal's first and foremost abilities are martial arts.
He practices a blend of Chinese Long Fist and Aztec Yaomichita fighting styles. When in KOMBAT he relies on punishing long range strikes that are meant to overwhelm his opponents, specializing in closing the distance quickly and brutally. He seemingly glides when fighting, one moment being way outside range and then the next being inside his opponent's guard. Thanks to his Aztec fighting techniques he also has a dedicated set of take downs, knowing how to keep his opponent off balance when he's in close quarters, sweeping their feet, parrying their blows by redirecting their kinetic energy, or destroying their center of gravity with grapples. Kotal Kahn also possesses a legendary made Macuahuitl razor blade which he utilizes with great skill. It is powered by his very own chi and is thus not only just as durable as he is but he is also capable of calling it back to his hands with a gesture.

Outside KOMBAT, Kotal Kahn is a superb leader and diplomat who is very concerned about the well fare of people around him in general. Although his main concern is for him and others to grow stronger, he knows that strength is not only raw power or skill, but ability as well. He encourages others to sharpen whatever skills they may have and is more than glad to assist in how they better themselves, offering gentle counsel, advice, a strong arm when needed, or even a sparring partner.

Being a Demi-Deity, Kotal Kahn is abnormally strong, durable and fast, well beyond the peak of a normal human. Although possessing great strength, he relies on martial skill rather than naturally built muscle; meaning that while he can't lift an entire building over his head, he can very well punch one down.

Kotal has gathered much knowledge over the centuries, mostly concerning martial arts and how to best eviscerate his foes. However, he is also an Emperor and thus knows a wealth of political strategies, history, arts, architecture, military strategy and diplomacy. He knows how to run a city and defend it, all other skills he has gathered are simple side effects of his need to govern.

A practitioner of magic by necessity, Kotal is naturally capable of bending sunlight to his will, able to use it to harm or heal as he prefers. When he faced with even greater foes, he was then forced to take on Blood Magick to stand against the horrors of Outworld and the defenders of Earthrealm. He can slice his own flesh to greatly empower his already devastating attacks through a blood sacrifice and he is able of summoning different magical totems from the ground, strengthening himself and his allies.
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==Background==
Kotal's story begins in his own realm before Shao Kahn's invasion. Heir to the crown of the Osh'Tekk civilization, his original name was Ko'atal and he was groomed from very early to become the leader that his parents, and his people, needed him to be. A strong warrior ruler who would not only tolerate no weakness in his people, but would also bring them closer to the sun.

The Osh'Tekk were an intriguing race of humanoids that drew their power directly from the sun, growing stronger by day but becoming very lethargic at night or on cloudy weather. Theirs was a warrior society that waged war on their neighbors constantly, not for need, but for sport. It was a way to cull the weak from the society and to ensure that only the strong made it into the next generation. A brutal exercise of dominance, thought it seemed that everything else worked as the Osh'Tekk enjoyed great power and prosperity. While the Osh'Tekk society wasn't exactly repressing, their people were sticklers for tradition, and so very few complained of their strangely war like practices.

Unfortunately for them, their toy warfare did not help against the forces of Shao Kahn. Trained to fight as a group instead of individuals, the Osh'Tekk empire lost 10 consecutive Mortal Kombat tournaments which branded them ripe for invasion. In a desperate attempt for survival, Ko'atal's parents threw him into a portal that led to Earthrealm, or what we know as Earth.

He wandered the Earth for many years struggling to survive until he ran across a people not unlike his own. They lived off the land and practiced a very intriguing way of life in which they sold themselves as mercenaries to other cultures. It looked like these people knew nothing but warfare and it was thus their main means of survival.

These people were called the Aztecs.

Ko'atal was impressed, and being a formidable warrior himself quickly integrated into their culture. Not only that, Ko'atal's powers were down right supernatural to normal humans, as he possessed superhuman strength, speed, endurance and the impressive ability to call down rays of sun from the sky to scorch his enemies or heal his allies. The Aztecs started to revere him as their very own God of War, giving him a new name; Huitzilopotchli.

Other people in Mesoamerica also began to know of him as the God of War, dubbing him Buluc and Inti.

The Aztecs flourished under the rule of their own personal God King and rose to dominate a great chunk of Mesoamerica. However, as their empire expanded and was at its very peak, invaders from across the sea attacked with strange and never before seen weapons.

Bristling with anger at the thought of another invasion that reminded him of his homeland, Ko'atal rose to the challenge to meet these invaders head on. It was just as he feared, for his adopted people faced an invasion not unlike the Osh'Tekk civilization endured at the hands of Shao Kahn. The invaders were called the Spanish and their goal was to ransack all of the Aztecs treasures and livelihood.

They would not do so under Ko'atal's watch. He obliterated the Spanish forces, burned their ships with rays of sun and laid waste to their armies and their mercenaries by leading his Aztec forces against them. Such was Ko'atal's drive to extinguish every fiber of the invasion that he taught his Aztecs an Osh'Tekk practice. Tear the hearts of their enemies and eat them, thus having a devastating psychological effect on their enemies.

It worked -at first- the initial Spanish force was repelled and they would not dare attack them again due to the sheer brutality of the Aztecs. However, Ko'atal had not foreseen that eating the hearts of his enemies would have an adverse effect on his people. Being an essential demi-deity, Ko'atal was naturally resistant to all kinds of diseases, but his people were not, and quickly fell prey to the small pox carried by the invaders. Ko'atal saw /entire/ cities of his empire fall completely dead with the plague. Unable to overcome his grief, he renounced his role as a God, claiming that he had failed to protect his people.

Some time after that, a portal opened to pull Ko'atal back into the midst of the Osh'Tekk empire which had now been assimilated into Outworld. His father had taught him a very important lesson, that when dealing with enemies he must not allow even the smallest speck of them to survive. Or even the most miniscule things, like diseases, will come back to kill him.

Ko'atal took this lesson to heart when Shao Kahn was defeated many years later in an attempt to conquer Earthrealm. Ko'atal rose to take his place and took on the name of Kotal Kahn, swearing to wipe out all memories of Shao Kahn, eliminate his heirs and all his supporters in order to become the new leader of Outworld. There, the empires of Osh'Tekk and Aztec both, will be reborn!

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Josuke

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|Name=Josuke Higashikata
|Series=Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable
|Class=Stand-User
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Age=16
|Birthdate=1983
|Height=6' (185 cm)
|Weight=180 lbs (82 kg)
|Short=Young Japanese fellow in a dark suit, some bling, and a really nicely-kept pompadour. Info: Josuke Higashikata is a high school freshman born and raised in the town of Morioh (located in S City, in M Prefecture). Being the illegitimate son of Joseph Joestar has connected him to the Joestar legacy... and given him a Stand, like all of the Joestar line. Crazy Diamond, besides being incredibly strong, fast, and durable, sports the unique ability to restore objects or people to a previous state. However, his Stand can't heal himself or fix things on his own person, nor can it bring the dead back to life. Cunning and intelligent, Josuke has been known to utilize his Stand's unique mechanics to turn a situation around and pry victory from the jaws of defeat. But for all his smarts, he does have a pretty strong disregard for property damage and personal injury to others -- he can just fix it! And God help you if you insult his hair!
|Desc=         Standing about six feet tall, the first thing that usually draws the eye about this young fellow is that hair. It's in a style called a pompadour (or a "regent", if you're Japanese). It looks very carefully done, as a hair is rarely out of place. His features are slim, but his jawline is rather wide and stable, and his chin is quite strong. His eyebrows up in a slightly pointed way; they too appear thick and strong.         He wears what might be recognized as a high school uniform with a long jacket. Said jacket is mostly buttoned closed, but the top three buttons have been left undone to show the yellow shirt beneath. There are two zippers on either side of the chest of the shirt. The jacket over it has been folded back where it's left open, the lapels pinned to the jacket with two large gold pins -- on the left a golden heart, on the right a golden peace sign. The outfit is loose, but the sleeves are snug, and he wears a pair of gold bands on his wrists. His shoes look really expensive. If one is familiar with brands, one might recognize them as Bally.
|Skills=<ul style="list-style-type:disc"><li>Josuke possesses a Stand, a manifestation of his psychic potential, fighting spirit, and/or mental strength. His Stand is called "Crazy Diamond", and possesses great physical strength, speed, and durability, in exchange for being unable to manifest more than about six and a half feet away from him. Any farther apart and the Stand either fails to manifest or fades (in the case of being pushed/pulled apart while already manifested).</li><li>Crazy Diamond's signature ability is a restoration ability that can repair broken or damaged objects, or heal injured people. For objects, Crazy Diamond can return them to a state somewhere along their timeline -- he can restore the broken-off door of a cabinet, or he can reduce the cabinet to lumber and fastenings. For people, Crazy Diamond can heal injuries, even severed limbs and removed organs. But he cannot resurrect the dead; he can repair the body, but the deceased remains dead. However, in either case, if he's upset or angry, he can botch a repair/heal job, resulting in the object being deformed, or a person's injury not healing properly.</li><li>Josuke himself is also keenly aware of the limits of his Stand's abilities, to a frankly quite unnerving degree. He's been known to use the limits of his powers to his advantage (fusing a serial killer with a rock into a single entity, exploding his bike and then restoring it to avoid hitting someone, using his own blood to make a homing missile out of a piece of glass, etc.). Physically he's also quite skilled, on par with trained athletes (he can chase down a moving bus on foot, physically pick up and throw a person of similar size as himself one-handed with ease, and withstand close proximity to explosions and the injuries this would cause while still remaining lucid enough to consider methods of counterattack).</li></ul>
==Stand Parameters==
[[File:CrazyDiamondStats.png|left|200px|thumb|Crazy Diamond's official parameters as they appeared in the anime.]]Mouseover where italicized for more info about a stat. <ul style="list-style-type:disc"><li>Destructive power (破壊力 -- Hakairyoku): A</li><li>Speed (スピード -- Supīdo): A</li><li>Range (射程距離 -- Shatei Kyori): D</li><li>Durability (持続力 -- Jizoku-ryoku): B</li><li>Precision (精密動作性 -- Seimitsu Dōsa-sei): B</li><li>Development Potential (成長性 -- Seichō-sei): C</li></ul> 
==Weaknesses==
<ul style="list-style-type:disc"><li>Josuke is massively touchy about insults aimed at his hair, due to the unknown student who saved him. When this happens, he tends to attack without thought or regard for his own personal safety.</li><li>Whatever damage is inflicted on Crazy Diamond will appear on Josuke. If Crazy Diamond is defeated Josuke will be knocked unconscious; Josuke can die if enough damage is done to his Stand. Status effects inflicted onto his Stand carry over to Josuke too.</li><li>He has little regard for the law or the enforcers thereof, particularly where helping someone who asks is concerned, though he's not above petty theft to further his aims, so long as no one gets hurt. Also, since Crazy Diamond can near-instantly fix damage/heal injuries, Josuke doesn't worry much about property damage or physical injury.</li><li>Josuke is intelligent and cunning, and his Stand is incredibly powerful. There are times when he over-reaches his capabilities.</li><li>Generally he wants to do the right thing, helping people that need it, even healing his enemies if necessary.</li><li>If Josuke is angry, upset, or heavily distracted, Crazy Diamond can mess up healing someone or ruin something he's trying to fix. If he does this, the person or object is stuck like that.</li><li>Reptiles in general make Josuke uneasy, and he's downright terrified of turtles.
|MusicEmbed=<ul style="list-style-type:disc"><li>[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiKtng-qR1E Diamond is Unbreakable: Josuke's Theme] - Josuke's theme song from "Diamond is Unbreakable"</li><li>[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-ILlBaZMHM Golden Spirit] - Josuke's Battle BGM from "Jojo's Bizarre Adventure All Star Battle"</li><li>[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGc4oCcZGs4 Josuke Higashikata (DiU) BGM] - Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Eyes of Heaven OST</li></ul>
|Logs={{Template:Logs}}
|}} 
==Background==
        Joseph Joestar has... always been a bit of a horndog. And so, it shouldn't come as much surprise that a child was born as a result of an affair that he had with a woman named Tomoko Higashikata while she was going to college in Tokyo. She named her son Josuke (the last character of his name can be read as "suke" or "jo", thus marking him as a proper "Jojo" in the series). 
        When he was about four, Josuke developed a raging fever. He couldn't have known it at the time, but this was due to Dio Brando developing a Stand. Since Dio had transplanted his own head onto Jonathon Joestar's body (Jonathon Joestar was an ancestor of Joseph, and by extension Josuke), everyone in Joestar's line who was alive had their Stands activated when Dio did. 
        His mother Tomoko wasn't sure Josuke would make it. Eventually she tried to take him to the hospital, but her car got stuck in a snowdrift. But a young man appeared, a high school student, who threw his jacket down under the tires of her car and stood behind it to push the car so that she could get traction enough to get out of the snow. However, he disappeared before Tomoko could thank him. The student wore his hair in a pompadour. 
        Josuke recognized that this young man had saved his life. And so, when he got better (Dio was killed in Egypt, thus ending the "disease" that afflicted both him and Holly Kujo), he began to wear his hair the same way. And he started taking insults to his hair as insults to the one who'd saved him. 
        The year Josuke was supposed to start high school, his life went off the rails. Jotaro Kujo, Joseph Joestar's grandson, showed up to reveal that his unknown father was indeed Joseph Joestar. Josuke refused his part of the inheritance. But that wasn't Jotaro's only reason for coming. There was a serial killer in Morioh, one who Josuke's own grandfather Ryohei Higashikata had arrested five years before. Anjuro Katagiri, known as "Angelo", was now targeting Ryohei, Tomoko, and Josuke. 
        Josuke's intelligence led to the killer's Stand, Aqua Necklace, being captured -- the Stand entered his mother through tap water she drank as coffee; Josuke emptied a bottle of his cologne, and used his Stand to literally punch THROUGH his mother's body, broke the bottle, "fixed" the bottle around the Stand, and then healed his mother. But Angelo still managed to use his Stand to kill Ryohei, by disguising itself as cognac. It was here that Josuke discovered that he was unable to resurrect the dead. Tomoko was moved out of Morioh for the time being, to keep her safe. 
        Angelo waited until it rained to confront Josuke, as his Stand could move through water. As the rain fell on the whole house, Angelo could all but control the entire house. Again Josuke displayed an unconventional cunning -- realizing that Aqua Necklace had to be inside him to hurt him, he had earlier shredded a rubber glove and ingested it; when Aqua Necklace entered him through breathed-in steam, he directed his Stand to "fix" the glove around the Stand, thus trapping it a second time. In the confrontation that followed, Josuke used Crazy Diamond to fuse Angelo and a large rock that stood on a street corner into a single entity. 
        With that over, it was time to relax, right? NOPE! The portals started opening between Morioh and NeoTokyo, pulling people and pieces of things in. Josuke was pulled into one of these portals, into NeoTokyo proper. Oh no! What would he do now? Seems like this Jojo's "Bizarre Adventure" is only beginning! 
==Personality==
        Josuke is basically the typical teenager -- playing video games, going to school, listening to music, hanging out with his friends. Unlike most of the products of the Joestar line, Josuke is pretty passive, and not generally prone to violence. He tends to think of others first, a quality that was first fostered in him with the student who helped his mother, a student who was clearly injured himself, yet he concerned himself only with helping others. This quality's reflected in Crazy Diamond's restoration/healing abilities too, and Josuke will heal an enemy in batlte as quickly as a friend. Josuke is also remarkably tolerant of even harsh bullying, so long as it doesn't involve his friends or his family. He is a loyal friend, and will fight for those he counts amongst his friends as hard as he'll fight for his family. 
        That said, he does have one berserk button. His hair. He wears it in the pompadour/regent hairstyle to pay tribute to the unknown high school student who rescued him when he was a toddler. Therefore, he takes insults to his preferred hairstyle as insults to that unknown student. This enrages him, and when that happens, all his kindness and passivity disappears. Josuke grows rude and violent, and refuses to back down until the he feels like the insult is avenged. Or until he gets his butt kicked, one of the two... 
        Josuke has a bit of a disregard for property damage and personal injury, which believe it or not stems from his Stand's ability to restore things. He figures he can fix it/heal the person, so there's no need to bother with preventing the damage/injury. So he has no qualms with punching through someone -- even, say... a hostage, to disarm the hostage-taker. He can just repair it anyway, so why worry about it? 
        While he may not have inherited his father's hotheadedness, he's definitely inherited his father's cleverness. Possibly even gone beyond it. If he has a signature non-supernatural ability it is this; Josuke has a very good idea of what his Stand can and can't do, and is known to abuse his Stand's unique mechanics to change a situation and make it a more favorable one for him or his friends. A few examples were mentioned above in the abilities writeup, but these are far from the only examples of his cleverness. 
        All in all Josuke is a good example of a clever kid dropped into a world that's beyond him, who does very well in figuring out how to swim when the only other option is to sink. Standard anime fare, overall. And a generous helping of superspeed punching while screaming nonsense from an alien entity. 
==Trivia==
<ul style="list-style-type:disc"><li>Josuke's full name, "Josuke Higashikata", only possesses one "Jo" for English readers. However, in his Japanese name, "東方仗助" (Higashikata Josuke), the second character of "Josuke" ("助" the "suke" part) can be read as either "suke" or as "jo". This is commented upon in the first episode by the upperclassmen who harass Josuke before his first day of school when they looked at his student ID -- "'Jo' and 'Jo', huh?" "Josuke! We're gonna call you 'Jojo' from now on!".</li><li>Fan rumors speculate that the unknown high school student was who assisted Josuke's mother in getting her car out of the snowbank when Josuke was young was originally intended to be Josuke, sent back in time by [http://jojo.wikia.com/wiki/Killer_Queen Killer Queen]'s time-based ability "Bites the Dust". However, this explanation ultimately did not feature in the final story, and was chalked up by many as JJBA writer/artist Hirohiko Araki forgetting or ignoring a character plot point.</li><ul style="list-style-type:circle"><li>[http://aminoapps.com/page/anime/6633479/why-josukes-backstory-may-not-have-been-a-case-of-wasted-potential There is an article] that gives a viewpoint as to why it might have been better for Josuke's personal character story that the high school student was just some random kid passing by than if it had indeed been a time-traveling Josuke sent back by "Bites the Dust".</li></ul>
</ul>
==Notes==
<references />
[[Category:Characters]]
[[Category:Active]]

Josuke

2017-03-03T07:50:49Z

OrbisFactor: Adding some music ("Man! These are <great>!")

{{Profile|
|Image=Josuke.jpg
|Name=Josuke Higashikara
|Series=Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable
|Class=Stand-User
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Age=16
|Birthdate=1983
|Height=6' (185 cm)
|Weight=180 lbs (82 kg)
|Short=Young Japanese fellow in a dark suit, some bling, and a really nicely-kept pompadour. Info: Josuke Higashikata is a high school freshman born and raised in the town of Morioh (located in S City, in M Prefecture). Being the illegitimate son of Joseph Joestar has connected him to the Joestar legacy... and given him a Stand, like all of the Joestar line. Crazy Diamond, besides being incredibly strong, fast, and durable, sports the unique ability to restore objects or people to a previous state. However, his Stand can't heal himself or fix things on his own person, nor can it bring the dead back to life. Cunning and intelligent, Josuke has been known to utilize his Stand's unique mechanics to turn a situation around and pry victory from the jaws of defeat. But for all his smarts, he does have a pretty strong disregard for property damage and personal injury to others -- he can just fix it! And God help you if you insult his hair!
|Desc=         Standing about six feet tall, the first thing that usually draws the eye about this young fellow is that hair. It's in a style called a pompadour (or a "regent", if you're Japanese). It looks very carefully done, as a hair is rarely out of place. His features are slim, but his jawline is rather wide and stable, and his chin is quite strong. His eyebrows up in a slightly pointed way; they too appear thick and strong.         He wears what might be recognized as a high school uniform with a long jacket. Said jacket is mostly buttoned closed, but the top three buttons have been left undone to show the yellow shirt beneath. There are two zippers on either side of the chest of the shirt. The jacket over it has been folded back where it's left open, the lapels pinned to the jacket with two large gold pins -- on the left a golden heart, on the right a golden peace sign. The outfit is loose, but the sleeves are snug, and he wears a pair of gold bands on his wrists. His shoes look really expensive. If one is familiar with brands, one might recognize them as Bally.
|Skills=<ul style="list-style-type:disc"><li>Josuke possesses a Stand, a manifestation of his psychic potential, fighting spirit, and/or mental strength. His Stand is called "Crazy Diamond", and possesses great physical strength, speed, and durability, in exchange for being unable to manifest more than about six and a half feet away from him. Any farther apart and the Stand either fails to manifest or fades (in the case of being pushed/pulled apart while already manifested).</li><li>Crazy Diamond's signature ability is a restoration ability that can repair broken or damaged objects, or heal injured people. For objects, Crazy Diamond can return them to a state somewhere along their timeline -- he can restore the broken-off door of a cabinet, or he can reduce the cabinet to lumber and fastenings. For people, Crazy Diamond can heal injuries, even severed limbs and removed organs. But he cannot resurrect the dead; he can repair the body, but the deceased remains dead. However, in either case, if he's upset or angry, he can botch a repair/heal job, resulting in the object being deformed, or a person's injury not healing properly.</li><li>Josuke himself is also keenly aware of the limits of his Stand's abilities, to a frankly quite unnerving degree. He's been known to use the limits of his powers to his advantage (fusing a serial killer with a rock into a single entity, exploding his bike and then restoring it to avoid hitting someone, using his own blood to make a homing missile out of a piece of glass, etc.). Physically he's also quite skilled, on par with trained athletes (he can chase down a moving bus on foot, physically pick up and throw a person of similar size as himself one-handed with ease, and withstand close proximity to explosions and the injuries this would cause while still remaining lucid enough to consider methods of counterattack).</li></ul>
==Stand Parameters==
[[File:CrazyDiamondStats.png|left|200px|thumb|Crazy Diamond's official parameters as they appeared in the anime.]]Mouseover where italicized for more info about a stat. <ul style="list-style-type:disc"><li>Destructive power (破壊力 -- Hakairyoku): A</li><li>Speed (スピード -- Supīdo): A</li><li>Range (射程距離 -- Shatei Kyori): D</li><li>Durability (持続力 -- Jizoku-ryoku): B</li><li>Precision (精密動作性 -- Seimitsu Dōsa-sei): B</li><li>Development Potential (成長性 -- Seichō-sei): C</li></ul> 
==Weaknesses==
<ul style="list-style-type:disc"><li>Josuke is massively touchy about insults aimed at his hair, due to the unknown student who saved him. When this happens, he tends to attack without thought or regard for his own personal safety.</li><li>Whatever damage is inflicted on Crazy Diamond will appear on Josuke. If Crazy Diamond is defeated Josuke will be knocked unconscious; Josuke can die if enough damage is done to his Stand. Status effects inflicted onto his Stand carry over to Josuke too.</li><li>He has little regard for the law or the enforcers thereof, particularly where helping someone who asks is concerned, though he's not above petty theft to further his aims, so long as no one gets hurt. Also, since Crazy Diamond can near-instantly fix damage/heal injuries, Josuke doesn't worry much about property damage or physical injury.</li><li>Josuke is intelligent and cunning, and his Stand is incredibly powerful. There are times when he over-reaches his capabilities.</li><li>Generally he wants to do the right thing, helping people that need it, even healing his enemies if necessary.</li><li>If Josuke is angry, upset, or heavily distracted, Crazy Diamond can mess up healing someone or ruin something he's trying to fix. If he does this, the person or object is stuck like that.</li><li>Reptiles in general make Josuke uneasy, and he's downright terrified of turtles.
|MusicEmbed=<ul style="list-style-type:disc"><li>[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiKtng-qR1E Diamond is Unbreakable: Josuke's Theme] - Josuke's theme song from "Diamond is Unbreakable"</li><li>[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-ILlBaZMHM Golden Spirit] - Josuke's Battle BGM from "Jojo's Bizarre Adventure All Star Battle"</li><li>[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGc4oCcZGs4 Josuke Higashikata (DiU) BGM] - Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Eyes of Heaven OST</li></ul>
|Logs={{Template:Logs}}
|}} 
==Background==
        Joseph Joestar has... always been a bit of a horndog. And so, it shouldn't come as much surprise that a child was born as a result of an affair that he had with a woman named Tomoko Higashikata while she was going to college in Tokyo. She named her son Josuke (the last character of his name can be read as "suke" or "jo", thus marking him as a proper "Jojo" in the series). 
        When he was about four, Josuke developed a raging fever. He couldn't have known it at the time, but this was due to Dio Brando developing a Stand. Since Dio had transplanted his own head onto Jonathon Joestar's body (Jonathon Joestar was an ancestor of Joseph, and by extension Josuke), everyone in Joestar's line who was alive had their Stands activated when Dio did. 
        His mother Tomoko wasn't sure Josuke would make it. Eventually she tried to take him to the hospital, but her car got stuck in a snowdrift. But a young man appeared, a high school student, who threw his jacket down under the tires of her car and stood behind it to push the car so that she could get traction enough to get out of the snow. However, he disappeared before Tomoko could thank him. The student wore his hair in a pompadour. 
        Josuke recognized that this young man had saved his life. And so, when he got better (Dio was killed in Egypt, thus ending the "disease" that afflicted both him and Holly Kujo), he began to wear his hair the same way. And he started taking insults to his hair as insults to the one who'd saved him. 
        The year Josuke was supposed to start high school, his life went off the rails. Jotaro Kujo, Joseph Joestar's grandson, showed up to reveal that his unknown father was indeed Joseph Joestar. Josuke refused his part of the inheritance. But that wasn't Jotaro's only reason for coming. There was a serial killer in Morioh, one who Josuke's own grandfather Ryohei Higashikata had arrested five years before. Anjuro Katagiri, known as "Angelo", was now targeting Ryohei, Tomoko, and Josuke. 
        Josuke's intelligence led to the killer's Stand, Aqua Necklace, being captured -- the Stand entered his mother through tap water she drank as coffee; Josuke emptied a bottle of his cologne, and used his Stand to literally punch THROUGH his mother's body, broke the bottle, "fixed" the bottle around the Stand, and then healed his mother. But Angelo still managed to use his Stand to kill Ryohei, by disguising itself as cognac. It was here that Josuke discovered that he was unable to resurrect the dead. Tomoko was moved out of Morioh for the time being, to keep her safe. 
        Angelo waited until it rained to confront Josuke, as his Stand could move through water. As the rain fell on the whole house, Angelo could all but control the entire house. Again Josuke displayed an unconventional cunning -- realizing that Aqua Necklace had to be inside him to hurt him, he had earlier shredded a rubber glove and ingested it; when Aqua Necklace entered him through breathed-in steam, he directed his Stand to "fix" the glove around the Stand, thus trapping it a second time. In the confrontation that followed, Josuke used Crazy Diamond to fuse Angelo and a large rock that stood on a street corner into a single entity. 
        With that over, it was time to relax, right? NOPE! The portals started opening between Morioh and NeoTokyo, pulling people and pieces of things in. Josuke was pulled into one of these portals, into NeoTokyo proper. Oh no! What would he do now? Seems like this Jojo's "Bizarre Adventure" is only beginning! 
==Personality==
        Josuke is basically the typical teenager -- playing video games, going to school, listening to music, hanging out with his friends. Unlike most of the products of the Joestar line, Josuke is pretty passive, and not generally prone to violence. He tends to think of others first, a quality that was first fostered in him with the student who helped his mother, a student who was clearly injured himself, yet he concerned himself only with helping others. This quality's reflected in Crazy Diamond's restoration/healing abilities too, and Josuke will heal an enemy in batlte as quickly as a friend. Josuke is also remarkably tolerant of even harsh bullying, so long as it doesn't involve his friends or his family. He is a loyal friend, and will fight for those he counts amongst his friends as hard as he'll fight for his family. 
        That said, he does have one berserk button. His hair. He wears it in the pompadour/regent hairstyle to pay tribute to the unknown high school student who rescued him when he was a toddler. Therefore, he takes insults to his preferred hairstyle as insults to that unknown student. This enrages him, and when that happens, all his kindness and passivity disappears. Josuke grows rude and violent, and refuses to back down until the he feels like the insult is avenged. Or until he gets his butt kicked, one of the two... 
        Josuke has a bit of a disregard for property damage and personal injury, which believe it or not stems from his Stand's ability to restore things. He figures he can fix it/heal the person, so there's no need to bother with preventing the damage/injury. So he has no qualms with punching through someone -- even, say... a hostage, to disarm the hostage-taker. He can just repair it anyway, so why worry about it? 
        While he may not have inherited his father's hotheadedness, he's definitely inherited his father's cleverness. Possibly even gone beyond it. If he has a signature non-supernatural ability it is this; Josuke has a very good idea of what his Stand can and can't do, and is known to abuse his Stand's unique mechanics to change a situation and make it a more favorable one for him or his friends. A few examples were mentioned above in the abilities writeup, but these are far from the only examples of his cleverness. 
        All in all Josuke is a good example of a clever kid dropped into a world that's beyond him, who does very well in figuring out how to swim when the only other option is to sink. Standard anime fare, overall. And a generous helping of superspeed punching while screaming nonsense from an alien entity. 
==Trivia==
<ul style="list-style-type:disc"><li>Josuke's full name, "Josuke Higashikata", only possesses one "Jo" for English readers. However, in his Japanese name, "東方仗助" (Higashikata Josuke), the second character of "Josuke" ("助" the "suke" part) can be read as either "suke" or as "jo". This is commented upon in the first episode by the upperclassmen who harass Josuke before his first day of school when they looked at his student ID -- "'Jo' and 'Jo', huh?" "Josuke! We're gonna call you 'Jojo' from now on!".</li><li>Fan rumors speculate that the unknown high school student was who assisted Josuke's mother in getting her car out of the snowbank when Josuke was young was originally intended to be Josuke, sent back in time by [http://jojo.wikia.com/wiki/Killer_Queen Killer Queen]'s time-based ability "Bites the Dust". However, this explanation ultimately did not feature in the final story, and was chalked up by many as JJBA writer/artist Hirohiko Araki forgetting or ignoring a character plot point.</li><ul style="list-style-type:circle"><li>[http://aminoapps.com/page/anime/6633479/why-josukes-backstory-may-not-have-been-a-case-of-wasted-potential There is an article] that gives a viewpoint as to why it might have been better for Josuke's personal character story that the high school student was just some random kid passing by than if it had indeed been a time-traveling Josuke sent back by "Bites the Dust".</li></ul>
</ul>
==Notes==
<references />
[[Category:Characters]]
[[Category:Active]]

Josuke

2017-03-03T07:29:12Z

OrbisFactor: Adding some trivia

{{Profile|
|Image=Josuke.jpg
|Name=Josuke Higashikara
|Series=Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable
|Class=Stand-User
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Age=16
|Birthdate=1983
|Height=6' (185 cm)
|Weight=180 lbs (82 kg)
|Short=Young Japanese fellow in a dark suit, some bling, and a really nicely-kept pompadour. Info: Josuke Higashikata is a high school freshman born and raised in the town of Morioh (located in S City, in M Prefecture). Being the illegitimate son of Joseph Joestar has connected him to the Joestar legacy... and given him a Stand, like all of the Joestar line. Crazy Diamond, besides being incredibly strong, fast, and durable, sports the unique ability to restore objects or people to a previous state. However, his Stand can't heal himself or fix things on his own person, nor can it bring the dead back to life. Cunning and intelligent, Josuke has been known to utilize his Stand's unique mechanics to turn a situation around and pry victory from the jaws of defeat. But for all his smarts, he does have a pretty strong disregard for property damage and personal injury to others -- he can just fix it! And God help you if you insult his hair!
|Desc=         Standing about six feet tall, the first thing that usually draws the eye about this young fellow is that hair. It's in a style called a pompadour (or a "regent", if you're Japanese). It looks very carefully done, as a hair is rarely out of place. His features are slim, but his jawline is rather wide and stable, and his chin is quite strong. His eyebrows up in a slightly pointed way; they too appear thick and strong.         He wears what might be recognized as a high school uniform with a long jacket. Said jacket is mostly buttoned closed, but the top three buttons have been left undone to show the yellow shirt beneath. There are two zippers on either side of the chest of the shirt. The jacket over it has been folded back where it's left open, the lapels pinned to the jacket with two large gold pins -- on the left a golden heart, on the right a golden peace sign. The outfit is loose, but the sleeves are snug, and he wears a pair of gold bands on his wrists. His shoes look really expensive. If one is familiar with brands, one might recognize them as Bally.
|Skills=<ul style="list-style-type:disc"><li>Josuke possesses a Stand, a manifestation of his psychic potential, fighting spirit, and/or mental strength. His Stand is called "Crazy Diamond", and possesses great physical strength, speed, and durability, in exchange for being unable to manifest more than about six and a half feet away from him. Any farther apart and the Stand either fails to manifest or fades (in the case of being pushed/pulled apart while already manifested).</li><li>Crazy Diamond's signature ability is a restoration ability that can repair broken or damaged objects, or heal injured people. For objects, Crazy Diamond can return them to a state somewhere along their timeline -- he can restore the broken-off door of a cabinet, or he can reduce the cabinet to lumber and fastenings. For people, Crazy Diamond can heal injuries, even severed limbs and removed organs. But he cannot resurrect the dead; he can repair the body, but the deceased remains dead. However, in either case, if he's upset or angry, he can botch a repair/heal job, resulting in the object being deformed, or a person's injury not healing properly.</li><li>Josuke himself is also keenly aware of the limits of his Stand's abilities, to a frankly quite unnerving degree. He's been known to use the limits of his powers to his advantage (fusing a serial killer with a rock into a single entity, exploding his bike and then restoring it to avoid hitting someone, using his own blood to make a homing missile out of a piece of glass, etc.). Physically he's also quite skilled, on par with trained athletes (he can chase down a moving bus on foot, physically pick up and throw a person of similar size as himself one-handed with ease, and withstand close proximity to explosions and the injuries this would cause while still remaining lucid enough to consider methods of counterattack).</li></ul>
==Stand Parameters==
[[File:CrazyDiamondStats.png|left|200px|thumb|Crazy Diamond's official parameters as they appeared in the anime.]]Mouseover where italicized for more info about a stat. <ul style="list-style-type:disc"><li>Destructive power (破壊力 -- Hakairyoku): A</li><li>Speed (スピード -- Supīdo): A</li><li>Range (射程距離 -- Shatei Kyori): D</li><li>Durability (持続力 -- Jizoku-ryoku): B</li><li>Precision (精密動作性 -- Seimitsu Dōsa-sei): B</li><li>Development Potential (成長性 -- Seichō-sei): C</li></ul> 
==Weaknesses==
<ul style="list-style-type:disc"><li>Josuke is massively touchy about insults aimed at his hair, due to the unknown student who saved him. When this happens, he tends to attack without thought or regard for his own personal safety.</li><li>Whatever damage is inflicted on Crazy Diamond will appear on Josuke. If Crazy Diamond is defeated Josuke will be knocked unconscious; Josuke can die if enough damage is done to his Stand. Status effects inflicted onto his Stand carry over to Josuke too.</li><li>He has little regard for the law or the enforcers thereof, particularly where helping someone who asks is concerned, though he's not above petty theft to further his aims, so long as no one gets hurt. Also, since Crazy Diamond can near-instantly fix damage/heal injuries, Josuke doesn't worry much about property damage or physical injury.</li><li>Josuke is intelligent and cunning, and his Stand is incredibly powerful. There are times when he over-reaches his capabilities.</li><li>Generally he wants to do the right thing, helping people that need it, even healing his enemies if necessary.</li><li>If Josuke is angry, upset, or heavily distracted, Crazy Diamond can mess up healing someone or ruin something he's trying to fix. If he does this, the person or object is stuck like that.</li><li>Reptiles in general make Josuke uneasy, and he's downright terrified of turtles.
|MusicEmbed=None Yet
|Logs={{Template:Logs}}
|}} 
==Background==
        Joseph Joestar has... always been a bit of a horndog. And so, it shouldn't come as much surprise that a child was born as a result of an affair that he had with a woman named Tomoko Higashikata while she was going to college in Tokyo. She named her son Josuke (the last character of his name can be read as "suke" or "jo", thus marking him as a proper "Jojo" in the series). 
        When he was about four, Josuke developed a raging fever. He couldn't have known it at the time, but this was due to Dio Brando developing a Stand. Since Dio had transplanted his own head onto Jonathon Joestar's body (Jonathon Joestar was an ancestor of Joseph, and by extension Josuke), everyone in Joestar's line who was alive had their Stands activated when Dio did. 
        His mother Tomoko wasn't sure Josuke would make it. Eventually she tried to take him to the hospital, but her car got stuck in a snowdrift. But a young man appeared, a high school student, who threw his jacket down under the tires of her car and stood behind it to push the car so that she could get traction enough to get out of the snow. However, he disappeared before Tomoko could thank him. The student wore his hair in a pompadour. 
        Josuke recognized that this young man had saved his life. And so, when he got better (Dio was killed in Egypt, thus ending the "disease" that afflicted both him and Holly Kujo), he began to wear his hair the same way. And he started taking insults to his hair as insults to the one who'd saved him. 
        The year Josuke was supposed to start high school, his life went off the rails. Jotaro Kujo, Joseph Joestar's grandson, showed up to reveal that his unknown father was indeed Joseph Joestar. Josuke refused his part of the inheritance. But that wasn't Jotaro's only reason for coming. There was a serial killer in Morioh, one who Josuke's own grandfather Ryohei Higashikata had arrested five years before. Anjuro Katagiri, known as "Angelo", was now targeting Ryohei, Tomoko, and Josuke. 
        Josuke's intelligence led to the killer's Stand, Aqua Necklace, being captured -- the Stand entered his mother through tap water she drank as coffee; Josuke emptied a bottle of his cologne, and used his Stand to literally punch THROUGH his mother's body, broke the bottle, "fixed" the bottle around the Stand, and then healed his mother. But Angelo still managed to use his Stand to kill Ryohei, by disguising itself as cognac. It was here that Josuke discovered that he was unable to resurrect the dead. Tomoko was moved out of Morioh for the time being, to keep her safe. 
        Angelo waited until it rained to confront Josuke, as his Stand could move through water. As the rain fell on the whole house, Angelo could all but control the entire house. Again Josuke displayed an unconventional cunning -- realizing that Aqua Necklace had to be inside him to hurt him, he had earlier shredded a rubber glove and ingested it; when Aqua Necklace entered him through breathed-in steam, he directed his Stand to "fix" the glove around the Stand, thus trapping it a second time. In the confrontation that followed, Josuke used Crazy Diamond to fuse Angelo and a large rock that stood on a street corner into a single entity. 
        With that over, it was time to relax, right? NOPE! The portals started opening between Morioh and NeoTokyo, pulling people and pieces of things in. Josuke was pulled into one of these portals, into NeoTokyo proper. Oh no! What would he do now? Seems like this Jojo's "Bizarre Adventure" is only beginning! 
==Personality==
        Josuke is basically the typical teenager -- playing video games, going to school, listening to music, hanging out with his friends. Unlike most of the products of the Joestar line, Josuke is pretty passive, and not generally prone to violence. He tends to think of others first, a quality that was first fostered in him with the student who helped his mother, a student who was clearly injured himself, yet he concerned himself only with helping others. This quality's reflected in Crazy Diamond's restoration/healing abilities too, and Josuke will heal an enemy in batlte as quickly as a friend. Josuke is also remarkably tolerant of even harsh bullying, so long as it doesn't involve his friends or his family. He is a loyal friend, and will fight for those he counts amongst his friends as hard as he'll fight for his family. 
        That said, he does have one berserk button. His hair. He wears it in the pompadour/regent hairstyle to pay tribute to the unknown high school student who rescued him when he was a toddler. Therefore, he takes insults to his preferred hairstyle as insults to that unknown student. This enrages him, and when that happens, all his kindness and passivity disappears. Josuke grows rude and violent, and refuses to back down until the he feels like the insult is avenged. Or until he gets his butt kicked, one of the two... 
        Josuke has a bit of a disregard for property damage and personal injury, which believe it or not stems from his Stand's ability to restore things. He figures he can fix it/heal the person, so there's no need to bother with preventing the damage/injury. So he has no qualms with punching through someone -- even, say... a hostage, to disarm the hostage-taker. He can just repair it anyway, so why worry about it? 
        While he may not have inherited his father's hotheadedness, he's definitely inherited his father's cleverness. Possibly even gone beyond it. If he has a signature non-supernatural ability it is this; Josuke has a very good idea of what his Stand can and can't do, and is known to abuse his Stand's unique mechanics to change a situation and make it a more favorable one for him or his friends. A few examples were mentioned above in the abilities writeup, but these are far from the only examples of his cleverness. 
        All in all Josuke is a good example of a clever kid dropped into a world that's beyond him, who does very well in figuring out how to swim when the only other option is to sink. Standard anime fare, overall. And a generous helping of superspeed punching while screaming nonsense from an alien entity. 
==Trivia==
<ul style="list-style-type:disc"><li>Josuke's full name, "Josuke Higashikata", only possesses one "Jo" for English readers. However, in his Japanese name, "東方仗助" (Higashikata Josuke), the second character of "Josuke" ("助" the "suke" part) can be read as either "suke" or as "jo". This is commented upon in the first episode by the upperclassmen who harass Josuke before his first day of school when they looked at his student ID -- "'Jo' and 'Jo', huh?" "Josuke! We're gonna call you 'Jojo' from now on!".</li><li>Fan rumors speculate that the unknown high school student was who assisted Josuke's mother in getting her car out of the snowbank when Josuke was young was originally intended to be Josuke, sent back in time by [http://jojo.wikia.com/wiki/Killer_Queen Killer Queen]'s time-based ability "Bites the Dust". However, this explanation ultimately did not feature in the final story, and was chalked up by many as JJBA writer/artist Hirohiko Araki forgetting or ignoring a character plot point.</li><ul style="list-style-type:circle"><li>[http://aminoapps.com/page/anime/6633479/why-josukes-backstory-may-not-have-been-a-case-of-wasted-potential There is an article] that gives a viewpoint as to why it might have been better for Josuke's personal character story that the high school student was just some random kid passing by than if it had indeed been a time-traveling Josuke sent back by "Bites the Dust".</li></ul>
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==Notes==
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|Image=Josuke.jpg
|Name=Josuke Higashikara
|Series=Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable
|Class=Stand-User
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Age=16
|Birthdate=1983
|Height=6' (185 cm)
|Weight=180 lbs (82 kg)
|Short=Young Japanese fellow in a dark suit, some bling, and a really nicely-kept pompadour. Info: Josuke Higashikata is a high school freshman born and raised in the town of Morioh (located in S City, in M Prefecture). Being the illegitimate son of Joseph Joestar has connected him to the Joestar legacy... and given him a Stand, like all of the Joestar line. Crazy Diamond, besides being incredibly strong, fast, and durable, sports the unique ability to restore objects or people to a previous state. However, his Stand can't heal himself or fix things on his own person, nor can it bring the dead back to life. Cunning and intelligent, Josuke has been known to utilize his Stand's unique mechanics to turn a situation around and pry victory from the jaws of defeat. But for all his smarts, he does have a pretty strong disregard for property damage and personal injury to others -- he can just fix it! And God help you if you insult his hair!
|Desc=         Standing about six feet tall, the first thing that usually draws the eye about this young fellow is that hair. It's in a style called a pompadour (or a "regent", if you're Japanese). It looks very carefully done, as a hair is rarely out of place. His features are slim, but his jawline is rather wide and stable, and his chin is quite strong. His eyebrows up in a slightly pointed way; they too appear thick and strong.         He wears what might be recognized as a high school uniform with a long jacket. Said jacket is mostly buttoned closed, but the top three buttons have been left undone to show the yellow shirt beneath. There are two zippers on either side of the chest of the shirt. The jacket over it has been folded back where it's left open, the lapels pinned to the jacket with two large gold pins -- on the left a golden heart, on the right a golden peace sign. The outfit is loose, but the sleeves are snug, and he wears a pair of gold bands on his wrists. His shoes look really expensive. If one is familiar with brands, one might recognize them as Bally.
|Skills=<ul><li>Josuke possesses a Stand, a manifestation of his psychic potential, fighting spirit, and/or mental strength. His Stand is called "Crazy Diamond", and possesses great physical strength, speed, and durability, in exchange for being unable to manifest more than about six and a half feet away from him. Any farther apart and the Stand either fails to manifest or fades (in the case of being pushed/pulled apart while already manifested).</li><li>Crazy Diamond's signature ability is a restoration ability that can repair broken or damaged objects, or heal injured people. For objects, Crazy Diamond can return them to a state somewhere along their timeline -- he can restore the broken-off door of a cabinet, or he can reduce the cabinet to lumber and fastenings. For people, Crazy Diamond can heal injuries, even severed limbs and removed organs. But he cannot resurrect the dead; he can repair the body, but the deceased remains dead. However, in either case, if he's upset or angry, he can botch a repair/heal job, resulting in the object being deformed, or a person's injury not healing properly.</li><li>Josuke himself is also keenly aware of the limits of his Stand's abilities, to a frankly quite unnerving degree. He's been known to use the limits of his powers to his advantage (fusing a serial killer with a rock into a single entity, exploding his bike and then restoring it to avoid hitting someone, using his own blood to make a homing missile out of a piece of glass, etc.). Physically he's also quite skilled, on par with trained athletes (he can chase down a moving bus on foot, physically pick up and throw a person of similar size as himself one-handed with ease, and withstand close proximity to explosions and the injuries this would cause while still remaining lucid enough to consider methods of counterattack).</li></ul>
==Stand Parameters==
[[File:CrazyDiamondStats.png|left|200px|thumb|Crazy Diamond's official parameters as they appeared in the anime.]]Mouseover where italicized for more info about a stat. <ul><li>Destructive power (破壊力 -- Hakairyoku): A</li><li>Speed (スピード -- Supīdo): A</li><li>Range (射程距離 -- Shatei Kyori): D</li><li>Durability (持続力 -- Jizoku-ryoku): B</li><li>Precision (精密動作性 -- Seimitsu Dōsa-sei): B</li><li>Development Potential (成長性 -- Seichō-sei): C</li></ul> 
==Weaknesses==
<ul><li>Josuke is massively touchy about insults aimed at his hair, due to the unknown student who saved him. When this happens, he tends to attack without thought or regard for his own personal safety.</li><li>Whatever damage is inflicted on Crazy Diamond will appear on Josuke. If Crazy Diamond is defeated Josuke will be knocked unconscious; Josuke can die if enough damage is done to his Stand. Status effects inflicted onto his Stand carry over to Josuke too.</li><li>He has little regard for the law or the enforcers thereof, particularly where helping someone who asks is concerned, though he's not above petty theft to further his aims, so long as no one gets hurt. Also, since Crazy Diamond can near-instantly fix damage/heal injuries, Josuke doesn't worry much about property damage or physical injury.</li><li>Josuke is intelligent and cunning, and his Stand is incredibly powerful. There are times when he over-reaches his capabilities.</li><li>Generally he wants to do the right thing, helping people that need it, even healing his enemies if necessary.</li><li>If Josuke is angry, upset, or heavily distracted, Crazy Diamond can mess up healing someone or ruin something he's trying to fix. If he does this, the person or object is stuck like that.</li><li>Reptiles in general make Josuke uneasy, and he's downright terrified of turtles.
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==Background==
        Joseph Joestar has... always been a bit of a horndog. And so, it shouldn't come as much surprise that a child was born as a result of an affair that he had with a woman named Tomoko Higashikata while she was going to college in Tokyo. She named her son Josuke (the last character of his name can be read as "suke" or "jo", thus marking him as a proper "Jojo" in the series). 
        When he was about four, Josuke developed a raging fever. He couldn't have known it at the time, but this was due to Dio Brando developing a Stand. Since Dio had transplanted his own head onto Jonathon Joestar's body (Jonathon Joestar was an ancestor of Joseph, and by extension Josuke), everyone in Joestar's line who was alive had their Stands activated when Dio did. 
        His mother Tomoko wasn't sure Josuke would make it. Eventually she tried to take him to the hospital, but her car got stuck in a snowdrift. But a young man appeared, a high school student, who threw his jacket down under the tires of her car and stood behind it to push the car so that she could get traction enough to get out of the snow. However, he disappeared before Tomoko could thank him. The student wore his hair in a pompadour. 
        Josuke recognized that this young man had saved his life. And so, when he got better (Dio was killed in Egypt, thus ending the "disease" that afflicted both him and Holly Kujo), he began to wear his hair the same way. And he started taking insults to his hair as insults to the one who'd saved him. 
        The year Josuke was supposed to start high school, his life went off the rails. Jotaro Kujo, Joseph Joestar's grandson, showed up to reveal that his unknown father was indeed Joseph Joestar. Josuke refused his part of the inheritance. But that wasn't Jotaro's only reason for coming. There was a serial killer in Morioh, one who Josuke's own grandfather Ryohei Higashikata had arrested five years before. Anjuro Katagiri, known as "Angelo", was now targeting Ryohei, Tomoko, and Josuke. 
        Josuke's intelligence led to the killer's Stand, Aqua Necklace, being captured -- the Stand entered his mother through tap water she drank as coffee; Josuke emptied a bottle of his cologne, and used his Stand to literally punch THROUGH his mother's body, broke the bottle, "fixed" the bottle around the Stand, and then healed his mother. But Angelo still managed to use his Stand to kill Ryohei, by disguising itself as cognac. It was here that Josuke discovered that he was unable to resurrect the dead. Tomoko was moved out of Morioh for the time being, to keep her safe. 
        Angelo waited until it rained to confront Josuke, as his Stand could move through water. As the rain fell on the whole house, Angelo could all but control the entire house. Again Josuke displayed an unconventional cunning -- realizing that Aqua Necklace had to be inside him to hurt him, he had earlier shredded a rubber glove and ingested it; when Aqua Necklace entered him through breathed-in steam, he directed his Stand to "fix" the glove around the Stand, thus trapping it a second time. In the confrontation that followed, Josuke used Crazy Diamond to fuse Angelo and a large rock that stood on a street corner into a single entity. 
        With that over, it was time to relax, right? NOPE! The portals started opening between Morioh and NeoTokyo, pulling people and pieces of things in. Josuke was pulled into one of these portals, into NeoTokyo proper. Oh no! What would he do now? Seems like this Jojo's "Bizarre Adventure" is only beginning! 
==Personality==
        Josuke is basically the typical teenager -- playing video games, going to school, listening to music, hanging out with his friends. Unlike most of the products of the Joestar line, Josuke is pretty passive, and not generally prone to violence. He tends to think of others first, a quality that was first fostered in him with the student who helped his mother, a student who was clearly injured himself, yet he concerned himself only with helping others. This quality's reflected in Crazy Diamond's restoration/healing abilities too, and Josuke will heal an enemy in batlte as quickly as a friend. Josuke is also remarkably tolerant of even harsh bullying, so long as it doesn't involve his friends or his family. He is a loyal friend, and will fight for those he counts amongst his friends as hard as he'll fight for his family. 
        That said, he does have one berserk button. His hair. He wears it in the pompadour/regent hairstyle to pay tribute to the unknown high school student who rescued him when he was a toddler. Therefore, he takes insults to his preferred hairstyle as insults to that unknown student. This enrages him, and when that happens, all his kindness and passivity disappears. Josuke grows rude and violent, and refuses to back down until the he feels like the insult is avenged. Or until he gets his butt kicked, one of the two... 
        Josuke has a bit of a disregard for property damage and personal injury, which believe it or not stems from his Stand's ability to restore things. He figures he can fix it/heal the person, so there's no need to bother with preventing the damage/injury. So he has no qualms with punching through someone -- even, say... a hostage, to disarm the hostage-taker. He can just repair it anyway, so why worry about it? 
        While he may not have inherited his father's hotheadedness, he's definitely inherited his father's cleverness. Possibly even gone beyond it. If he has a signature non-supernatural ability it is this; Josuke has a very good idea of what his Stand can and can't do, and is known to abuse his Stand's unique mechanics to change a situation and make it a more favorable one for him or his friends. A few examples were mentioned above in the abilities writeup, but these are far from the only examples of his cleverness. 
        All in all Josuke is a good example of a clever kid dropped into a world that's beyond him, who does very well in figuring out how to swim when the only other option is to sink. Standard anime fare, overall. And a generous helping of superspeed punching while screaming nonsense from an alien entity. 
==Notes==
<references />
[[Category:Characters]]
[[Category:Active]]

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{{Profile|
|Image=Josuke.jpg
|Name=Josuke Higashikara
|Series=Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable
|Class=Stand-User
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Age=16
|Birthdate=1983
|Height=6' (185 cm)
|Weight=180 lbs (82 kg)
|Short=Young Japanese fellow in a dark suit, some bling, and a really nicely-kept pompadour. Info: Josuke Higashikata is a high school freshman born and raised in the town of Morioh (located in S City, in M Prefecture). Being the illegitimate son of Joseph Joestar has connected him to the Joestar legacy... and given him a Stand, like all of the Joestar line. Crazy Diamond, besides being incredibly strong, fast, and durable, sports the unique ability to restore objects or people to a previous state. However, his Stand can't heal himself or fix things on his own person, nor can it bring the dead back to life. Cunning and intelligent, Josuke has been known to utilize his Stand's unique mechanics to turn a situation around and pry victory from the jaws of defeat. But for all his smarts, he does have a pretty strong disregard for property damage and personal injury to others -- he can just fix it! And God help you if you insult his hair!
|Desc=         Standing about six feet tall, the first thing that usually draws the eye about this young fellow is that hair. It's in a style called a pompadour (or a "regent", if you're Japanese). It looks very carefully done, as a hair is rarely out of place. His features are slim, but his jawline is rather wide and stable, and his chin is quite strong. His eyebrows up in a slightly pointed way; they too appear thick and strong.         He wears what might be recognized as a high school uniform with a long jacket. Said jacket is mostly buttoned closed, but the top three buttons have been left undone to show the yellow shirt beneath. There are two zippers on either side of the chest of the shirt. The jacket over it has been folded back where it's left open, the lapels pinned to the jacket with two large gold pins -- on the left a golden heart, on the right a golden peace sign. The outfit is loose, but the sleeves are snug, and he wears a pair of gold bands on his wrists. His shoes look really expensive. If one is familiar with brands, one might recognize them as Bally.
|Skills=<ul><li>Josuke possesses a Stand, a manifestation of his psychic potential, fighting spirit, and/or mental strength. His Stand is called "Crazy Diamond", and possesses great physical strength, speed, and durability, in exchange for being unable to manifest more than about six and a half feet away from him. Any farther apart and the Stand either fails to manifest or fades (in the case of being pushed/pulled apart while already manifested).</li><li>Crazy Diamond's signature ability is a restoration ability that can repair broken or damaged objects, or heal injured people. For objects, Crazy Diamond can return them to a state somewhere along their timeline -- he can restore the broken-off door of a cabinet, or he can reduce the cabinet to lumber and fastenings. For people, Crazy Diamond can heal injuries, even severed limbs and removed organs. But he cannot resurrect the dead; he can repair the body, but the deceased remains dead. However, in either case, if he's upset or angry, he can botch a repair/heal job, resulting in the object being deformed, or a person's injury not healing properly.</li><li>Josuke himself is also keenly aware of the limits of his Stand's abilities, to a frankly quite unnerving degree. He's been known to use the limits of his powers to his advantage (fusing a serial killer with a rock into a single entity, exploding his bike and then restoring it to avoid hitting someone, using his own blood to make a homing missile out of a piece of glass, etc.). Physically he's also quite skilled, on par with trained athletes (he can chase down a moving bus on foot, physically pick up and throw a person of similar size as himself one-handed with ease, and withstand close proximity to explosions and the injuries this would cause while still remaining lucid enough to consider methods of counterattack).</li></ul>
 
==Stand Parameters==
[[File:CrazyDiamondStats.png|left|200px|thumb|Crazy Diamond's official parameters as they appeared in the anime.]]Mouseover where italicized for more info about a stat. <ul><li>Destructive power (破壊力 -- Hakairyoku): A</li><li>Speed (スピード -- Supīdo): A</li><li>Range (射程距離 -- Shatei Kyori): D</li><li>Durability (持続力 -- Jizoku-ryoku): B</li><li>Precision (精密動作性 -- Seimitsu Dōsa-sei): B</li><li>Development Potential (成長性 -- Seichō-sei): C</li></ul>
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==Background==
        Joseph Joestar has... always been a bit of a horndog. And so, it shouldn't come as much surprise that a child was born as a result of an affair that he had with a woman named Tomoko Higashikata while she was going to college in Tokyo. She named her son Josuke (the last character of his name can be read as "suke" or "jo", thus marking him as a proper "Jojo" in the series). 
        When he was about four, Josuke developed a raging fever. He couldn't have known it at the time, but this was due to Dio Brando developing a Stand. Since Dio had transplanted his own head onto Jonathon Joestar's body (Jonathon Joestar was an ancestor of Joseph, and by extension Josuke), everyone in Joestar's line who was alive had their Stands activated when Dio did. 
        His mother Tomoko wasn't sure Josuke would make it. Eventually she tried to take him to the hospital, but her car got stuck in a snowdrift. But a young man appeared, a high school student, who threw his jacket down under the tires of her car and stood behind it to push the car so that she could get traction enough to get out of the snow. However, he disappeared before Tomoko could thank him. The student wore his hair in a pompadour. 
        Josuke recognized that this young man had saved his life. And so, when he got better (Dio was killed in Egypt, thus ending the "disease" that afflicted both him and Holly Kujo), he began to wear his hair the same way. And he started taking insults to his hair as insults to the one who'd saved him. 
        The year Josuke was supposed to start high school, his life went off the rails. Jotaro Kujo, Joseph Joestar's grandson, showed up to reveal that his unknown father was indeed Joseph Joestar. Josuke refused his part of the inheritance. But that wasn't Jotaro's only reason for coming. There was a serial killer in Morioh, one who Josuke's own grandfather Ryohei Higashikata had arrested five years before. Anjuro Katagiri, known as "Angelo", was now targeting Ryohei, Tomoko, and Josuke. 
        Josuke's intelligence led to the killer's Stand, Aqua Necklace, being captured -- the Stand entered his mother through tap water she drank as coffee; Josuke emptied a bottle of his cologne, and used his Stand to literally punch THROUGH his mother's body, broke the bottle, "fixed" the bottle around the Stand, and then healed his mother. But Angelo still managed to use his Stand to kill Ryohei, by disguising itself as cognac. It was here that Josuke discovered that he was unable to resurrect the dead. Tomoko was moved out of Morioh for the time being, to keep her safe. 
        Angelo waited until it rained to confront Josuke, as his Stand could move through water. As the rain fell on the whole house, Angelo could all but control the entire house. Again Josuke displayed an unconventional cunning -- realizing that Aqua Necklace had to be inside him to hurt him, he had earlier shredded a rubber glove and ingested it; when Aqua Necklace entered him through breathed-in steam, he directed his Stand to "fix" the glove around the Stand, thus trapping it a second time. In the confrontation that followed, Josuke used Crazy Diamond to fuse Angelo and a large rock that stood on a street corner into a single entity. 
        With that over, it was time to relax, right? NOPE! The portals started opening between Morioh and NeoTokyo, pulling people and pieces of things in. Josuke was pulled into one of these portals, into NeoTokyo proper. Oh no! What would he do now? Seems like this Jojo's "Bizarre Adventure" is only beginning! 
==Personality==
        Josuke is basically the typical teenager -- playing video games, going to school, listening to music, hanging out with his friends. Unlike most of the products of the Joestar line, Josuke is pretty passive, and not generally prone to violence. He tends to think of others first, a quality that was first fostered in him with the student who helped his mother, a student who was clearly injured himself, yet he concerned himself only with helping others. This quality's reflected in Crazy Diamond's restoration/healing abilities too, and Josuke will heal an enemy in batlte as quickly as a friend. Josuke is also remarkably tolerant of even harsh bullying, so long as it doesn't involve his friends or his family. He is a loyal friend, and will fight for those he counts amongst his friends as hard as he'll fight for his family. 
        That said, he does have one berserk button. His hair. He wears it in the pompadour/regent hairstyle to pay tribute to the unknown high school student who rescued him when he was a toddler. Therefore, he takes insults to his preferred hairstyle as insults to that unknown student. This enrages him, and when that happens, all his kindness and passivity disappears. Josuke grows rude and violent, and refuses to back down until the he feels like the insult is avenged. Or until he gets his butt kicked, one of the two... 
        Josuke has a bit of a disregard for property damage and personal injury, which believe it or not stems from his Stand's ability to restore things. He figures he can fix it/heal the person, so there's no need to bother with preventing the damage/injury. So he has no qualms with punching through someone -- even, say... a hostage, to disarm the hostage-taker. He can just repair it anyway, so why worry about it? 
        While he may not have inherited his father's hotheadedness, he's definitely inherited his father's cleverness. Possibly even gone beyond it. If he has a signature non-supernatural ability it is this; Josuke has a very good idea of what his Stand can and can't do, and is known to abuse his Stand's unique mechanics to change a situation and make it a more favorable one for him or his friends. A few examples were mentioned above in the abilities writeup, but these are far from the only examples of his cleverness. 
        All in all Josuke is a good example of a clever kid dropped into a world that's beyond him, who does very well in figuring out how to swim when the only other option is to sink. Standard anime fare, overall. And a generous helping of superspeed punching while screaming nonsense from an alien entity. 
==Notes==
<references />
[[Category:Characters]]
[[Category:Active]]