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[color=gray][sub]Mention:[/sub][/color] 「 [@Lord Orgasmo] 」[/center]
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[color=gray]Now normally this kind of behavior was out of the ordinary for Joseppi, anger was never one to get the better of him nor prevent clearer mind from prevailing. Yet in this case it was just a culmination of event after event that spurred on his anger getting the best of him. Luckily for him, but more importantly the people around him, Joseppi would most likely regain composure soon enough. That was…contingent on if this walking mustache had stopped trying to talk around JoJo. Ironically enough, the feeling of knocking those two straight out of the bar’s doorway like a sack of feathers was cathartic, as if he were stretching muscles, he wasn’t able to move in decades. Cracking his neck and every other joint that ran down the giant, he shook in excitement.  His menacing energy could be felt seething out of him and leaking out from the doorways like a thick mist from both the floor and the ceiling. Whoever was outside he hadn’t noticed yet, but they would soon play their part in this drama. 

A heavy hand gripped the side of the doorway pressing down with tremendous force. The wood underneath buckled in surrender cause the wood to splinter and chip from being crushed. Using it as an anchor, Joseppi appeared out from the doorway but something was amiss. He wasn’t walking out of the bar entrance, no no no, he was [i]FLYING[/i] or a better word would be, gliding out. It wasn’t evil at all but instead harmonious teetering on the territory of angelic. It was almost reminiscent of the famous painting done by Michelangelo known as The Creation of Adam. Finally making his way towards Jules and Simon ready to engage in round two no hold bar, his peripheral vision caught two familiar shapes and sounds. One was to his right, that being the very familiar blonde marsupial in the racer whom had stolen his wanted poster. Another challenger that was being to stoke the flames within his already ill-tempered patience. Before he could attend to him, he first had to take out the trash in front of him. 

That was until the familiar shades of red and image of a stand appeared around the girl he knew as Annie. It appeared as though the gang had all arrived on either sheer luck or by gravity, the very force he knew that would guide all stand users exactly to each other. Despite his anger he wasn’t ignorant to the fact that Simon only survived his barrage to the face due to his own manipulation of a stand. Annie however seemed to be taking a more defensive approach to Joseppi with Neon sporting a massive shield speaking of using words over fists. [color=black]“Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away?”[/color] Joseppi asked in an arrogant tone, walking slowly over to neon. Airbag had appeared once more this time in front of Joseppi, only inches away from Neon Knights shield. And in that moment, tension and energy swirled between the two like a short fuse. That was until Airbag made his move. 

His elbow rested on top of the shield and almost instantly all the anger and menacing aura was extinguished from Joseppi as if it had never existed. Instead a boisterous laugh escaped Joseppi’s lungs as he turned to face Neon Knight. [color=black]“Yeah you’re right let’s talk it out. Why don’t we get inside and get a drink? It looks like your friends here could use one…or four. I wonder what happened to them”[/color] he said patting Neon’s shield. 
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