Upon arriving in Japan, yourself and the old man, Joseph Joestar, met with a mysterious middle-eastern man. Joseph stood silently, eyeing the lobby for his daughter. "Papa! Over here, Papa! Over here!" The three of you heard, as yourself and Joseph turned to see the fourty-five-year-old woman jump up and down while waving her arms frantically, to get her father's attention. He began walking to woman, while pushing through a crowd, as you followed suit. "Holly! Hey outta my way!" The two ran to each other, before Mr. Joseph dropped both of your bags to pick his daughter up and spin her around. The blonde woman wore a light tan blouse over a collared shirt, with a large belt wrapped tightly around her waist, where her oversized blouse overlapped her black maxi skirt. 'How modern.' you thought as the woman began speaking again.

"I'm so glad you came!" She stared lovingly into her fathers eyes, "If my only daughter needs my help, I'll be anywhere in the world within twenty-four hours!" The old man exclaimed as his daughter went back to hugging him. "Where's Mama?" the woman asked, "She complained... but I told Suzie it was a business trip for the Joestar Real Estate Agency." The two remained in an embrace as the woman whispered her fathers name. "Holly... Holly. Oi Holly! Get off me already!" The man yelled, as the womans arms barely fit around her father. "No! Its been forever since you held me Papa!" She sassed at the old man. "Look you... You're a fourty-five year old woman, how can you talk to your own father like that?!" He exclaimed. "Oh now you've done it! I'm going to tickle you!" Holly yelled, as the brute began yelling. "Hey! Stop that!" His words were overlapped with a feminine "Tickle, tickle, tickle..." He let out a loud battle cry as the majority of the airport turned their gaze to him. "What the hell are you guys staring at?" He yelled, causing faint murmurs to resound around the three of you. "Oh! (Y/N), how rude of me! Its so nice to see you again!" she grasped your hand, as she greeted you. "Here, let me get your bags." She knelt down, grasping the two bags, faintly smiling. "By the way, Holly, about Jotaro..." The woman's smile faded as Joseph continued, "You're certain he said 'evil spirit'?"

The woman covered her face as faint tears rolled down her face. "Oh... My dear Jotaro! Yes. The policemen said they couldn't see it, but I clearly saw it. I saw a separate arm... And it grabbed the gun!" Joseph placed a hand on his daughter's back, as she sobbed into her hands. "Other's couldn't see it, but you could?" The woman looked up, the tears now dry. She looked into your eyes as you nodded your head knowingly. "Yes..." The two stand, slightly holding each other. "So, Jotaro says that he's been possessed recently, but nothing strange has happened to you?" The woman eyed her father, and seemed taken aback by the question. "No. But Jotaro says he won't leave the cell until he knows what's going on. What should I do, Papa?" She placed a hand on her forehead and sighed, as the old man reassured her. "There, there, my beloved daughter. I, Joseph Joestar, am here now, so there's nothing to worry about." The blonde nodded at the man smiling down at her. "Right..." Joseph suddenly snapped his fingers, before he grabbed both bags of luggage. A man in a white gallibaya (an Egyptian shirt/robe), and red coat, with sandals and a white bandanna wrapped around his head. His skin was tinted darker than Joseph and his daughter, yet he didn't seem to be of African descent. "First, I'd like to hurry and see my grandson, Jotaro!"

The four of you left the airport and headed strait to the jail. Upon arrival, two large police officers tried to make it very clear that the Kujo boy was clearly dangerous. Regardless of their protests, Joseph continued into the cells, where a tall man in a black coat adorned with a chain, and matching hat lay, playing with a remote control car with little to no interest. "H-How terrifying!" The police chief mumbled to himself, "He's got more stuff again... and its violent. There's something terrifying possessing him... I-If anyone outside heard about this, I'd lose my job in a heartbeat." Joseph walked up behind him, and uttered "Don't worry. I'll take my grandson home."

"'Grandson'?" The man in the black coat questioned. "Hey, what are you planning to do?" One of the guards from before followed the hulking beast of a seventy year old, while the chief made his way in front of him, attempting to block the man. "I told you, you can't go in any further!" The guard yelled. "Convince him from over here! It's dangerous!" Joseph shuffled forward, "It's fine. Step aside! Leave him to me." He reassured the guards, trying to cut off his warning. "Come now, you're in the way." Joseph's voice overlapped the warnings, and concerns for the police station's reputation. Joseph lifted the two men by the collars, and threw them to the side, as Holly stood beside her father. "Jotaro! It's your grandfather! I'm sure he'll be able to help you!" She said reassuring herself. "Please come out with your grandfather."

As the aged man and the mysterious, troubled man approached the door to the cell, on opposite sides of the bars, you could feel the tension grow thick in the air. The door flew open, as they stared at each other, before Joseph broke the silence. "Get out. We're going home." There was another long pause, before who you assumed was Jotaro responded. "Get lost. I didn't ask you to come here. Help me? What the hell can you do? Sorry you came all the way from New York, but there's no way you can help me." He lifted up his hand, and held Joseph's prosthetic pinky finger. You were taken aback, as you hadn't even noticed his, or his stands movement. Joseph lifted his hand, as his other fingers twitched, as the prisoner inspected the metal he held between his fingers. There was a long pause, as the tension got thicker. "You see? Do you get it now? That's my evil spirit. Don't get close to me. You'll just shorten what little life you have left." The man walked back to his, likely uncomfortable, bed and sat down. Joseph snapped his fingers again, "Avdol, you're up. This is my Egyptian friend I met three years ago, Avdol." Jotaro locked eyes with you, as you leaned against the wall, waiting for your introduction. Little did he know, the two of you had already met. "Chase my grandson Jotaro out of this cell." He commanded Avdol.

"Don't." The brooding teen objected. "He looks strong, but do you really think I'd let someone just because you told him to do it? Hell, no. Now I'm just gonna be even more stubborn and want to leave even less." Daggers shot from the teens eyes. "(Y/N)," Joseph began, "Would you rather remove him from his cell?" He smirked at you, as you gave a smug look to the teen. You knew your stand was strong, however, you were hesitant to battle a brand new stand user. You shook your head. "Its all yours, Avdol." You smiled at the Egyptian man. He nodded as he walked towards the cell, before summoning his stand, Magician's Red.

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