The hotel room was nice, clean. Two beds lay on their separate side of the room, made and neat. The curtains were drawn, and a small suitcase and bag sat beneath the window. A desk and desk chair sat agaisnt the wall, before Joseph gestured to the chair, signaling the girl to sit. She did. With a strained sigh, Joseph slowly sat on the bed farthest from the door. And suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and the odd haired man from the streets slowly emerged. "Man... These bathrooms are so nice and clean." He said before tossing himself onto the unoccupied bed, and sighing contently.

"Ahem!" Joseph cleared his throat loudly, to get the mans attention. "Huh?" The man sat up, and looked at the girl in the chair. She waved slightly, and smiled, brows furrowed.

"Oh! Bonjore, it is you!" He exclaimed, before grasping the womans hands in his. "Yeah, I didn't know you were a um, had a... thing." She mumbled, staring down at their hands, before an uncomfortable blush dusted her cheeks. She pulled her appendages back, as he laughed lightly. "You mean my Stand, right?" He asked, elated. She nodded, "Yeah, that thing."

A rapping on the door ended the conversation between the two, before Joseph and the man stood. "Polnareff, sit, you're still fairly injured." Joseph scolded, before the man named Polnareff sat back down with a heavy sigh.

The door opened, and the two men you had already met entered the now cramped room. "Ah, you're already here." Kakyoin said, a small smile rested handsomely on his chiseled face. His high cheek bones slightly pink, along with the end of two long, nasty scars that seemed to go up to his mid forehead. He held a pair of sunglasses in his right hand, likely for the injury.

Jotaro filed in behind Kakyoin, a grimace on his face. His hat shaded his pale blue eyes, as his hands were stuffed into his pants pockets, as the chain on his collar clinked with each footstep. "Yare Yare... Can we just get this over with and go home?" He asked, before sitting down next to Polnareff. The womans eyes met his, as her hands balled into fists.

"(Y/N), how did you obtain your Stand?" Joseph asked abruptly. She looked down, and thought. "I don't know. I didn't even know I had one or that they existed until I met these two." She gestured to the young men, a small smile on her face, as she looked around the room. "And you aren't planning anything malicious with it?" He asked. "It just turns stuff into other stuff. I don't think I could even if I tried."

The mood in the room turned dark and serious as Joseph uttered his next question. "Does the name 'Dio' mean anything to you?"

"I know it means 'God' in Italian. But no, I dont know anyone named Dio. Why?"

Polnareff's hands gripped the sheets on his bed as his eyes bore into the ground. Jotaro pulled his hat down, and the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife.

"Dio... was an enemy of the Joestar family. Mine and Jotaro's family. He plauged us since my Grandfather, Jonathan Joestar, and he nearly killed my daughter, Holly, when he suddenly obtained his Stand. We still aren't sure what awakened it. We had hoped maybe you knew, or had something to do with it."

"I... See. No, I don't know who this 'Dio' guy is. Strange things just kinda started happening around my apartment one day, like things going missing, being moved, my cabinets opening on their own. I had no clue it was my Stand. I don't even know how to control the thing."

Joseph scrached his chin, as the other three sighed in defeat. Joseph placed his hands on his knees, palms down, elbows bent outwards. "Well there's not much we can do. My Spirit Photo's brought me to this town for some reason, and we need to find that out."

"Spirit Photo's?"

The older man smirked, and held his hand out. "Jotaro." Jotaro nodded and let out a 'hmph' before standing, crossing the room and fishing though the suitcase. He pulled out an expensive looking camera, and placed it into Joseph's hand. The old man sat the camera down on the table and let out a cry, before his hand struck the camera, destroying it. The same purple vines from before wrapped around his arm. The camera clicked and a Polaroid photo printed out. He picked up the photo, which depicted her apartment building, an ominous smoke surrounded it and wafted upwards and a single light was on in the windows. Above her apartment building, several men and women without a visible face stood.

"That... That's my apartment building. I don't know who those people are, but thats definitely my building. In fact that's my apartment." She pointed to the room that was lit. Fear gripped her tightly, as her breathing had hitched. "I... I don't understand. What's going to happen to me?" She asked, looking around the room. "Nothing. And we'll make sure of that." Joseph said, a smile on his face.

"Thank you..." She muttered, her hands gripping her skirt. Joseph placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We will keep you safe."

{888 words}

booyah

make sure to drink plenty of water, but dont drink too much or you could suffer water intoxication and die.

-dad