Jotaro
To say that Jotaro had a peaceful rest was an exaggeration worthy of a punch from the man himself, he was sleeping in a cold ruined apartment, away from home, his family and among strangers. That wasn't the tip of the iceberg, he had his dreams of guilt riddled visions of the long past dead members of the Stardust Crusaders, wondering if he was there, maybe their deaths could've been avoided.
The most prominent one was Kakyoin, whom according to Joseph was short of defeating Dio when he was brutally murdered by the bastard, but thankfully his friend, who in his last moments figured out the truth of Dio's The World Stand's ability. Warning Joseph who in turn warned Jotaro during the final confrontation.
If it wasn't for Kakyoin's death, then their crusade would've ended with each and every single one of them dead. But this didn't stop the thought of what-ifs tormenting Jotaro all of these years later.
Thankfully, something interrupted the dreams, a voice in his head telling him to make his way to a hotel that looked like a crescent moon, however the suddenness of the voice made Jotaro stand at attention, Star Platinum summoned with fists raised to decimate the source. But soon he'd realize what the voice had been saying. And so without a word, his Stand was dismissed. Jotaro would be among the ones for making their way to this hotel as not only would it serve as a base for them to gather at, but perhaps there were supplies for food, water or even medical supplies. As while the healers of their little group were good, they didn't want to overwork said healers to the point that their effectiveness waned til they couldn't properly heal injuries.
"If it's a trap, then we'll deal with it, so long as I can get within five meters. Then no matter how much of a psychic we're dealing with, it'll be dealt with. But if it's not a trap, then we best make our way there. Could be food, water or even working necessities for us to use. Perhaps they have medical supplies so those with the ability to heal can rest." He'd say, stretching his sore body as he made his way to the window, ready to begin the trek to this Cosmos Hotel.
"And if what the voice said is true, then we may be in bigger trouble than we thought." He didn't quite understand the situation regarding the multiple worlds bit, but something in his gut told him that things were bigger than they seemed.
@Wade Von Doom @LenxKaitoYaoi @Henryboy003 @Jenhal @Amber Franklin @Valkan @Whoever-Else-I-Missed
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Red Hood
Jason's slumber was as per usual, uneventful. Little to no dreams, which made him wonder if it was a long term side effect of the Lazarus Pit's life restoring capabilities on his body. He didn't mind if that was the case, it meant no nightmares or anything of the sort. He woke up a little later early due to the conversations occuring, a comment ready to come out when the voice in his head spoke up.
A feeling all too familiar.
A telepath was talking to him, and from the looks of it. Said voice was talking to the others, the voice simply stated that their situation was bigger than initally thought. And that perhaps this world could still be saved, and not only that but other worlds as well.
This shit was starting to remind Jason of adventures past, before Superman's Regime came about. They had their fair share with other worlds similar to theirs, so Jason wasn't as fazed. "Oh thank god, I was beginning to think this was something new. Watch, we'll bump into Meghan or Jon, and then we'll be back on our merry ways to our universe." That had to be it, thought Jason couldn't quite figure out why the others were brought if they weren't from a variation of his world.
That'd be a question for another time when they meet their mysterious mental caller. Putting his leather jacket back on, slipping the red helmet back onto his head and making sure his gear was back in its proper place, including the flashlight that he had given to Luer, whom had returned it. He'd give a nod of thanks to the blue haired healer as he went to the window, waiting for the others to get ready.
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Dio Brando
"Tch." Was the only noise Dio made, his expression looking more annoyed than before. How dare this mere man insult one such as Dio? Part of him wanted to murder the metal clad man right then and there, but he reminded himself that if he did do such a thing. Then he'd trapped on this barren shithole that was barely fit for rule by one such as Dio.
"So you've promised, your friend there sharing your promise's value." His expression would loosen up to just a simple furrowed brow. "So I, Dio will let this slide for now, Doom. But remember that if we do not see the fruits of your machinations at the city, then there will be no place for you to hide from any of us. Least of all, I. For I will personally turn you into a zombie to then have your head mounted on a wall."
As to ease things over with Doom, he'd add this. "But if you do complete your part of the deal, then I shall share with you the power of a Stand." As while Dio had no qualms with such a promise, as he knew where a Stand arrow could be acquired, among his few remaining agents that hopefully would still be loyal to him. Provided the flesh bud didn't kill them after his abscence.
But Dio had a hidden trick up his sleeve, if Doom's Stand was powerful, which also depended if said man wanted one. Then Dio would have to ensure that Doom was under his thumb to prevent any ursurping. As only Dio was fit to rule of his world, not wanting to be someone else's lackey or slave.
Which would have him plant a flesh bud in the man, to become one of his agents. But at this moment, he would let Doom go about his plan to this helicopter to some far off waste for whatever reason. The implanting of the flesh bud could come later, if at all.
@Wade Von Doom @Wiggin @Nero Kunivas @Agent_Puncake
