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kaisou2022-02-12 10:41 pm
purpurabellator) wrote in kaisou2022-02-12 10:41 pm
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[INTRO] A totally normal late dinner
WHO: It's just you and Joseph, baby. Unless he ticks off some other patrons.
WHERE: A normally peaceful old diner uptown.
WHEN: The middle of the damn night.
WHAT: Joseph JUST got here and he is already in trouble.
WARNINGS: Scuffling and cussing, if a fight breaks out.
[New place. New objectives. New adventures, or something. First order of business? Food.
Joseph intentionally picks the shadiest looking restaurant he can find on short notice and strolls through the front door, seats himself, and waits to be approached by a server. Normal stuff. He takes it slow, asks to be given the most popular appetizer and a Coke for the time being.
Sure enough, this lady comes back and slides him some cole slaw. It's the most wretched slop he's ever seen in his life. The server receives a low chuckle, a handsome smile, and a charming wink; he sends her off with a thank you and proceeds to stick his spoon into the dish with a kind of caution that suggests he thinks it's going to explode or something.]
What the hell. Hahaha.
[His attention suddenly snaps up towards the front counter, where people normally line up to hand their payment to the host or hostess.
There's one of those "take a penny, leave a penny" things on it.
He could definitely land a spoonful of this sludge in there with his unparalleled master aim. A spontaneous test of his precision.
So, naturally, he scoops out a bite's worth, turns the spoon towards himself, bends it backward with a thumb, and catapults the cole slaw from Hell in a brilliantly wide arch halfway across the restaurant. It's going to meet its mark, for sure. Definitely.
Or, it would, were it not for the unfortunate bastard walking in and directly through the path of the flying slaw.
It hits someone. If you're already sitting down, maybe it hits some rando who just walked in. But if your timing is shit, you get a fun little cole slaw surprise in your face. Maybe your hair? Maybe your shirt. The possibilities are endless!]
Oh—shit. Shit shit shit.
[Joseph's eyes blow wide and he instantly turns his head to look out the window as to act like he was not directly responsible for what he just did.]
WHERE: A normally peaceful old diner uptown.
WHEN: The middle of the damn night.
WHAT: Joseph JUST got here and he is already in trouble.
WARNINGS: Scuffling and cussing, if a fight breaks out.
[New place. New objectives. New adventures, or something. First order of business? Food.
Joseph intentionally picks the shadiest looking restaurant he can find on short notice and strolls through the front door, seats himself, and waits to be approached by a server. Normal stuff. He takes it slow, asks to be given the most popular appetizer and a Coke for the time being.
Sure enough, this lady comes back and slides him some cole slaw. It's the most wretched slop he's ever seen in his life. The server receives a low chuckle, a handsome smile, and a charming wink; he sends her off with a thank you and proceeds to stick his spoon into the dish with a kind of caution that suggests he thinks it's going to explode or something.]
What the hell. Hahaha.
[His attention suddenly snaps up towards the front counter, where people normally line up to hand their payment to the host or hostess.
There's one of those "take a penny, leave a penny" things on it.
He could definitely land a spoonful of this sludge in there with his unparalleled master aim. A spontaneous test of his precision.
So, naturally, he scoops out a bite's worth, turns the spoon towards himself, bends it backward with a thumb, and catapults the cole slaw from Hell in a brilliantly wide arch halfway across the restaurant. It's going to meet its mark, for sure. Definitely.
Or, it would, were it not for the unfortunate bastard walking in and directly through the path of the flying slaw.
It hits someone. If you're already sitting down, maybe it hits some rando who just walked in. But if your timing is shit, you get a fun little cole slaw surprise in your face. Maybe your hair? Maybe your shirt. The possibilities are endless!]
Oh—shit. Shit shit shit.
[Joseph's eyes blow wide and he instantly turns his head to look out the window as to act like he was not directly responsible for what he just did.]
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Cool. So I guess I'll just be glad that my soda isn't also putrid.
[Ah, well. Not the first time he's been served slop. He regards this flippy haired guy with a brilliant grin, dialing his charm up to ten. You can practically see the shine reflected off his pearly teeth.]
I'm Joseph, by the way. Joseph Joestar. I ain't from here, but I'm glad to know that crappy diners are universal.
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[Kakyoin responds with a polite smile and a nod.]
Tenmei Kakyoin. Pleased to make your acquaintance. New resident, or just visiting?
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[Joseph continues to smile, though now it is a touch less charming and a touch more amused. Dude has the reddest hair he's ever seen in his life.]
I can't do coffee. Caffeine ain't good for me, I'm over-energetic to start, you know? Maybe I'll just get a milkshake ..
[He leans over the table, which creaks beneath his weight.]
Alright, I need to know something. How much time do you spend on your hair every morning? Be honest.
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There's plenty to see and do around here, at least.
[And okay, yeah, the comment about the coffee makes him snort.]
Fair enough. The coffee tends to be a priority for me since, well. [Tapping one of the textbooks.] Student and all. Plenty of late nights. Can't go wrong with the milkshakes here, though.
[And, ah, the question...]
Twenty to forty minutes, depending on how cooperative it wants to be on a given day. [... Hmmm.] I've been told that between the color and the style it tends to look a bit like flames.
[Moment of truth, he supposes. Most folks haven't acknowledged it being red, not even his parents, and the ones who have acknowledged it... Well. Kakyoin will cross that bridge when he gets there.]
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[He didn't pay much attention in class. To be truthful, he really should see about resuming general education classes in this city, but that's so .. boring.]
Won't lie, my man. Your 'do looks like a rooster's crest if it got done up with a flat iron. Not that I'm calling you a chicken; I'm sure you're a brave guy.
[Joseph's elbow meets the surface of the table, and he rests his head in his hand.]
What're you studying for in this weird old city, anyway? Ghostbusting?
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At least Kakyoin is actually chuckling at the comment about his hair.]
No offense taken. Everything I've heard seems to indicate chickens remember they were dinosaurs once and are awaiting the day they're dinosaurs again.
[Kakyoin?!]
Not really, no, but funny you should mention that anyway... would that be why you're here? [He pauses.] And, actually, did a weird app download itself onto your phone when you got to town?
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That first part takes Joseph off guard. He's not sure what to say for a second, so he just gives him a funny look with a smile up until he's asked some questions.]
That is why I'm here, thanks much. Also, uh ..
[He produces his phone from his back pocket and checks it.]
.. yeah, looks that way. Weird as hell. I just assumed I downloaded some stupid thing and forgot about it ages ago. Huh!
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[Kakyoin produces his own phone and opens the Libra app. He lowers his voice a bit more when he speaks again:]
But I imagine you've got other questions as well. I can at least try my best to answer them? But... full warning, I'm pretty new to...
[Vague but emphatic gesture.]
All of this. I thought I was pretty normal until last month.
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What, so, like .. [He raises his voice some, clearly put off by what Kakyoin just told him.] is it like some kind of fuckin' malware application or somethin'? Uh .. man, you know .. I didn't actually think about flagging anyone down for information.
[He should. Thoughtful, he puffs his cheeks and then lets out a loud huff.]
Let me just start with my business, yeah? There are ghosts and shit here, right?
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[Kakyoin tucks his phone away. He keeps his voice low as he keeps talking.]
I mean, I can't say anything about specifically ghosts, but gates to the spirit realm are probably relevant to your business, right? They've been opening up left and right around town from the sounds of it.
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Gates to the spirit realm? God,
[Kakyoin goes out of his way to lower his voice, but Joseph does not. He blurts that pretty loud, making his disbelief abundantly clear.]
what a joke. Sounds like I need to go poking around where I don't belong.
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Hey, not so loud... [Thank goodness the diner isn't that crowded, they'd be getting looks otherwise, he's sure.] Anyway, the Libra app puts out a notice when gates open up, I think? There was one last month... I don't know if there'll be one this month, but it's probably worth keeping an eye on, anyway.