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Current I still see your shadows in my room Can't take back the love that I gave you It's to the point where I love and I hate you And I cannot change you so I must replace you
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He’s just looking for the Freddy Krueger to his Jason Vorhees
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Watchmen is the best show on TV right now.
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Leading the crew into the bar he hadn’t noticed the ongoing of what was transpiring around with Simon, Jules, and Donny. Out of the bunch, Annie was the only one he was okay with and took quite the liking too. If it wasn’t just for her body it would have been the existence of neon as well, it was the first time Joseppi encountered a sentient stand that could speak on its own accord. Most of the time if not always, stands never spoke and if they did it was just in grunts, gurgles of blood, or his patented ORA! So, you could say he had a favorite so far in the race and it wasn’t coincidence that she ended in second place either. Like a shepherd leading his flock of sheep as Abraham or Jacob from the bible would have, Joseppi lead the stray sheep into the bar one after another. Except they were slightly afraid of him as if he were more of a wolf in sheep’s clothing rather than a beloved shepherd.

Heading into the bar he could feel the heat on his shoulders and the stares glued to his spine. Admittedly he lost his temper and lashed out uncharacteristically at first, but he had gone through a rough patch and never met so many stand users in one setting. Whenever he turned his head it was as if he cracked a whip with each change of direction. Each crack causing the patrons to jump in their seats hoping the man haunted by ghosts would kindly leave them alone. The shared patronage they once had at the beginning was gone, only to be reduced to fear and loathing. It was a surprised the race officials hadn’t caught wind of what was going on, either that or they simply didn’t want to be involved with bad press so early into the race amidst their investors. Then again, any publicity was good publicity.

Annie was the first to request a drink in her cheery attitude, he would have never taken her for a dark liquor kind of girl. Instead of sitting at the front of the bar he made his way behind the bar and squared off against the bartender. Their eyes matching ferocity in gaze which almost electrified the room, “Why don’t you just go on home. I did enough damage here and you’ve been more than kind with me. Tell you what” Joseppi exclaimed after reaching into his vest and pulling out a large bag of coin. “How bout you take what I’ve given you for that there door and the rest of this bag as my offer to be co-owner of this here establishment.” Again, the air fell silent before the bartender smiled and shook Joseppi’s hand before taking the bag and exiting from behind the bar. On his way out he started the jukebox up once more and the environment of the room changed with the introduction of sultry notes that were both uplifting and fun.

He took one look out the crowd outside and shook his head before turning away and moving on with his handsome reward. Inside Joseppi slapped a towel over his shoulder and went to work as full-time bartender. He laid out four cups with two blocks of ice each, suddenly pouring a bottle of whiskey across each of them leaving a liquid trail around the outside of the rims. While he was intrigued to drink with Annie, he was more looking forward to retrieving his poster and finishing where he left off with that J. Zeppoli.
Not sure everyone seemingly vanished.
The first of the humans spoke, this one was less meek than the woman before him. His words bounced off him like drops of rain with no deeper meaning. Something about being a summoner and making pretty illusions. Whatever he was playing at, Kharon wasn’t buying it nor having it. His boredom casted his attention to the other humans in the room. While they spoke, he had been attempting to siphon the remainder of his power to go back to the underworld but there just wasn’t enough. Kharon could smell the fear pouring out of Victoria, he disappeared into a puddle of smoke and reappeared behind Victoria running his fingers through her hair, “Now why would a demon like me help you?”

Waiting for her response his head snapped to another girl with a little more candor in her voice. A shapeshifter? That did peak his fancy. Perhaps someone could help free him from this god forsaken form and allow him to turn back into a hound. “Perish?” Kharon chuckled, “Oh sweetie if you could murder me, I wouldn’t be standing here being asked for help." Of them all however, the last of them caught his attention the most. “Do go on” he said still eerily close to Victoria.


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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 FLYING 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. “Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away?” 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. “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” he said patting Neon’s shield.
A magical item of great importance had been stolen from the underworld. I’m his centuries of service, Kharon had finally failed on one of his only duties. He was met with great disappointment and anger by his servitor, but alas, he was lucky to have been known as a hunter as well. Entering the world of the living and tracking down the item would be a breeze, especially with an inferior species known as humans. They were a greedy race that constantly went to war with one another, a quality he didn’t mind as he was the guardian of the dead. Now getting to the world of the living was another ordeal, that was until a light binding erupted around him blinding his vision. Whatever spell was used Kharon was somehow summoned to the real world. Half the work was done for him all he needed to do was...his thought process shattered as he felt cripplingly weak upon arrival. Not only had he been sapped of strength but his demonic form gone with it. Pale fleshy skin was all he could make out, he had been chained to the body of a human. This was enough to send him into an outrage, but that wasn’t all for the nefarious demon. It appeared he was surrounded by his captors, what appeared to be humans with the affinity for magic. So they had evolved from years ago, but their chattering was so incessant and annoying it was stoking the fires within him even faster. Kharon snarled in anger letting out a deafening warped voice “WOULD YOU JUST BE QUIET!” Whatever candles had been lit in the room were suddenly extinguished. Still weak from his summon he fell to his knees reeling from his demonstration. Taking in a few gasps of air he raised his haid, “who are you?”
Alas it was finally the day Enma would be able to attend the graduation ceremony and receive his headband. He could picture it now, the warmth of his ninja class behind him, his sensei to guide him up to the stage for a handshake and a well deserved headband, and then the assignment into his very own group. Who would he be paired with? Maybe an Uchiha or with Fukushu, who knew but whatever the case was he would make the best of it. The vision was so surreal in his mind as if he could almost reach out and grab it. That was until he heard an abrupt knocking that pulled him out of his dreamscape. A chill of fear struck through his spine realizing he was late to his own graduation, a bad look on someone who is generally on top of everything. If it wasn’t for Midori he would have stayed in his blissfully ignorant coma.

Sprouting out of the ground like a newly planted seed, Enma rushed to gather his things before exiting his estate. Running for what felt like hours finally brought him to the academy where he calmly collected himself before rushing into the room. The scene itself seemed pretty hectic with some air of tension he must have missed. Had he been there, he probably would have tried to smooth things over for clear sailing. It appeared Tensai had won recognition for his hard work. Enma was proud of his teammate even if it meant he wasn’t the one being recognized although Fukushu appeared to feel the exact opposite. Enma made his way to his group eyeing both Ria and Inokiku over. Their leader would he Sarutobi sensei, a mixed bag of very powerful and influential names in one team. The team dynamic would be interesting to watch develop between the four of them.

And yet despite this Ria had succumbed to a catatonic state and muttering something to herself over and over. Enma sensed something was about to go awry and quickly intercepted. Instead of Ria’s dome being split in two, his sensei would find her hand falling and gripping onto his own instead bearing the pain and insults for her instead. After she left with her instructions on where to me he rested his hand on her shoulder hoping to send his relaxing energy over her like a wave. “Are you okay Ria-chan? I’m looking forward to working with you so please treat me well” he said with a smile.
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Name: Kharon

Age: ??

Powers:

Hellhound Physiology: Unlike an ordinary demon, Kharon is a mythical beast known as a Hellhound, an Omen of Death. Guardian to the entrance to the world of the dead, he has sovereignty over all things related. Not only is he a guardian to the dead, but also guardian of anything in the realm of supernatural creatures or world. Being a hellhound permits him certain abilities such as super speed, strength, and access to hellfire. These features allow him to be a hunter of lost souls and formidable foe. Kharon has taken on a humanoid form for his contact to the world of the living, gaining sentience. Despite being imprisoned in a human body he can still channel his hellhound physiology through it. In such forms as channeling flames through his hands or his eyes (legends state that if someone stares into a hellhound's eyes three times or more, that person will surely die), claws and fangs, and a fiery coat of thick black fur.
Bio: Kharon has spent lifetimes as guardian of the realm of hell, seeking out lost souls and guarding the secrets of the supernatural. That was until one of the supernatural treasures had been taken from hell and brought to the world of the living. In service to his world, he has decided to venture to their world in order to find it and bring it back.

Other: Likes to burn anything to a crisp before eating it.


Name: Kharon

Age: ??

Powers:

Hellhound Physiology: Unlike an ordinary demon, Kharon is a mythical beast known as a Hellhound, an Omen of Death. Guardian to the entrance to the world of the dead, he has sovereignty over all things related. Not only is he a guardian to the dead, but also guardian of anything in the realm of supernatural creatures or world. Being a hellhound permits him certain abilities such as super speed, strength, and access to hellfire. These features allow him to be a hunter of lost souls and formidable foe. Kharon has taken on a humanoid form for his contact to the world of the living, gaining sentience. Despite being imprisoned in a human body he can still channel his hellhound physiology through it. In such forms as channeling flames through his hands or his eyes (legends state that if someone stares into a hellhound's eyes three times or more, that person will surely die), claws and fangs, and a fiery coat of thick black fur.
Bio: Kharon has spent lifetimes as guardian of the realm of hell, seeking out lost souls and guarding the secrets of the supernatural. That was until one of the supernatural treasures had been taken from hell and brought to the world of the living. In service to his world, he has decided to venture to their world in order to find it and bring it back.

Other: Likes to burn anything to a crisp before eating it.
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