(open/catch-all) i see the full moon rise, telling me what's in store

[14words]

WHO: Pucci, his shitty stand, you???
WHERE: all over
WHEN: late september - mid october probably
WHAT: a catch-all for some log threads, several open. if you want to do something i'm very open for plotting, pm me here or at dichotomy. dear god i hope i did this right
WARNINGS: nothing atm, will edit as it goes



1 - Maurtia Falls, evening late September, rainy

[pucci spent a lot more time in Maurtia Falls than you'd expect someone who doesn't live or work there. this has absolutely nothing to do with an old friend of his, no sir. if asked he'd probably say isn't it natural for a man of faith to gravitate to a place so in need of it?

point being he could be found there quite often, doing charity work in his free time. today, or tonight, it's starting to rain, and bad. real bad. it's alright now but it's enough that pucci's in a poncho of sorts, covering his usual ridiculous priest outfit. probably a good thing, because anyone wearing clothes that expensive was asking for trouble where he was.

under his arm he had a large bag, filled with similar ponchos. what was he doing? giving them away, more so to those who looked like they truly needed it.] Here you are, stay dry, my child. [he'd tell anyone who actually took the offer.]

[need a poncho? if you're not homeless he might give you one anyway if you look pitiful enough. the rain was starting to get really, truly bad as well, so someone might want to warn him of that, or get caught in a truly severe thunderstorm with a dumb priest.

or hey, want to play hero? maybe some mugger thinks this is a good opportunity for some expensive shoes. whatever you want friends, the world is your oyster.]


2 - Heropa near the government housing, night early october probably, clear skies

[it's a pretty nice, calm night, with nice weather to top it off. pucci's not around for this one, but if your character happens to be taking an early evening walk, maybe you're going to the beach? coming home from work? heading out to party? they may find a very small stone, a pebble really, flicked at their head in the dark.

it's hard to say where it came from, but someone with good night vision or just good eyes may notice a very strange figure in the trees.

if anyone wants to investigate the heinous crime of being bothered by a bored Stand tonight is your lucky night.]


3 - Nonah at a church, afternoon, anytime really he visits it a lot

[not particularly surprising, or exciting, but the priest (former priest? he isn't technically one here, at the moment at least) visits church quite often. weirdly he doesn't often show up for mass, for sermons, it's more likely to find him when things are quiet.

he sits amongst the pews, eyes closed and head bowed. he's not wearing his ridiculous priest outfit either, just very casual (for a jojo character) sweater and slacks. it's probably the most normal a guy like him could look.

still, there are a few times he sits back, watches the stained glass and high arches in thought rather than prayer. want to go strike up quiet conversation?]


wildcard??

[seriously, go nuts]

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(closed) odin dork

[14words]

[at some point or another pucci decided, like some do, to be a human being and check on his friends. for once he didn't really have ulterior motives, though maybe his motives weren't flattering because he honest to god kind of expected odin to be dead in a ditch somewhere without the occasional babysitter.

so, in the morning, he sent a text to odin like this:]

odin, it is pucci
☆⌒c(´∀｀)ノ
that is a waving "kaomoji" that red taught me. i find them quite charming
i do not understand the star, but i assume it adds whimsy
regardless, my intention here was to invite you over for lunch today if you are free
let yourself in if you can come, i'll be getting supplies

[with that travesty done he went about preparing to have a guest, assuming odin would be free. if not he'd simply have a nice lunch for himself, perhaps he'd bring some to dio or speak to someone else and offer the food. he had Options. for some reason.

he headed out, the store wasn't far at all, so SHOULD odin come early wink wink no one's there! no one but one person, actually. one terrible, snake man staying out of sight for now.]

wow wow dont call me out

[shadowglitter]

Dear Enrico Poochy, [ whoops he just saw that name written in text and still stupidly decided to spell it the wrong way! ]
You're very good at writing faces and I like the """"""kaomoji"""""" you just taught me!!!!
To answer your question that you didn't ask but that I could sense was there, burning, deep within your heart, yes, stars are whimsical. All stars are whimsical and malleable enough to fit whatever role you need them to fit, at least when in the context of, like, cool texty faces. Not while they're in the sky, necessarily. Though. Maybe?
But like, look. Eyes! ヾ(☆▽☆)
That means I'm starry eyed. It also means I'm waving. It also means I'm saying yes to your invitation!
I'LL BE THERE OR BE THUS RENDERED SQUARE.

[ about two hours before he was supposed to show up, odin is there at pucci's house and thus squareness is avoided. knowing that pucci isn't going to be home adds a sense of cool danger that he can roleplay with, so he pretends to be a robber, sneaking through the door and tiptoeing across the threshold, rolling and somersaulting behind furniture as he chuckles and gives away his position. he would not be good in MGS-verse.

he's giggling and picking up, like, a lamp and pretending to put it in his imaginary bag when one terrible snake man might or might not decide to approach him. who knows. ]

i saw

[14words]

[why must everyone ruin his god damn name.

he does send this back though:]

(/￣ー￣)/~~☆’.･.･:★’.･.･:☆
i believe this is magic, i thought you would enjoy it
i will see you soon, please be careful on busy roadways

[mission completed, pucci was off to grocery shop.]

[MEANWHILE

whitesnake staying behind wasn't new, pucci's general order for him was to 'keep an eye out' so they could gather as much information as possible while integrating. in this case he was curious about odin, because pucci was curious about odin, but maybe there was more to it. even pucci didn't really know why whitesnake was so damn strange.

he watched this nonsense for a few moments before gooping out of the wall behind odin's back, tipping one of the other lamps and letting it fall to the ground, lightbulb breaking, as he vanished from sight.

hm.]

[shadowglitter]

[ before leaving odin copies the spell he cast on pikachu to pucci, but i'm not putting it here again and ruining your cool log with that mess. but now he's still playing robbers, running around pucci's house like an idiot until a lamp falls and breaks somewhere behind him. ]

Gasp! [ he actually says gasp rather than gasps. hey why don't i link you another drag race reference?? either way, gasp!!! he spins around on the spot and stares at the lamp on the floor. fuck! he assumes that he's the one who knocked it over, given that nobody else is here, and he goes bright red and starts to worry the heck out about how he's going to pay for it. He decides to deal with the growing, overwhelming stress piling up in his stomach by playing paranormal investigator instead of criminal burglar thief. ]

A ghost! I knew it. I knew Pucci was a criminal ghost harborer, keeping them in his home and making them do his ghost duties. I knew all along. A rampaging ghost did that. Not Odin. Odin Dark doesn't do things like break lamps. Shit, I hope Pucci believes in ghosts. Um. [ he picks up the lamp, staring at the broken bulb pieces. Um, um. Okay. Surely there's a spell for this. He conjures a thin wispy trail of ice, letting it spool and spin from his fingertips like string, and he starts trying to freeze the glass together with it, but whoops! All his magic is destructive as shit. He just breaks the bulb into even smaller pieces and leaves a tiny thread of ice melting on Pucci's carpet. GREAT ]

H-Hm.

[14words]

[i was going to trail off and have pucci face shit like fucking grocery store lines and idk, maybe there's a robbery. maybe right now he's in a grocery store getting robbed. if he is he's too busy trying to figure out how odin even did that as fast as he did like. ok. it took pucci a good five minutes to find some small thing and paste it, this was beyond him. how.]

Σ(‘◉⌓◉’)

[why hasn't someone critted me for this mess yet.]

[now that that's done and pucci's back to being mugged or whatever whitesnake decides to be even MORE of a shit, by using his illusion power to make it look like the broken lightbulb pieces snapped back together and the ice vanished.

of course it didn't but hey, it wasn't his hand possibly reaching out to pick up broken glass.]

[shadowglitter]

[ odin's too busy facing off with a fucking ghost to reply to any more kaomoji drama, though at 3am he's 100% going to spam pucci's inbox with just a whole dang bunch of them. FOR NOW he just stares at the bulb putting itself back together, and there's a brief moment where odin thinks, wow, his magic is cooler than he thought it was, before he realizes wait a second, this is kind of insane. ]

Uh.

[ Hm. Maybe the ghost thing was right? He tentatively, gently, gently gently gently reaches out towards the bulb, but then thinks better of it and leaves it alone. He'll just. Leave the lamp on the floor. Better than getting pulled through an arcane door into a hellish creepy pasta nightmarescape, which he think might happen if he's dealing with some unseen ghost force trying to screw with him. He's read a lot of horror, he knows how it works. ]

Hey. Hey, ghost? Can you maybe mind not messing with my head? If you're gonna eat me or my friend Pucci I'm gonna open up a whole can of spells on you, and we don't even have canned food or drinks in my homeland. That's how rare and amazing the spells I canned are going to be.

(open?) ignore this development info dump oh god. unless you wanna walk in on the tail end

[14words]

Pucci had never spent a lot of time at the ocean, considering he lived in Florida so long, and felt no real draw to it. Yet here he was, sitting at the beach, far too late in the evening and far too cold out for anyone sensible to be around.

Maybe it was the rhythm of the waves, or the smell, or vast, openness. He sat on one of the rocks, shoes beside him, feet in the sand. Behind him something shifted, and he knew what it was, because Whitesnake was him, after all.

"Have you heard the tell tale signs of an addict?" His Stand asked him, and Pucci's lips thinned. For a long time speaking with his Stand felt mad, like rambling to yourself, because that's what it was in the end. In recent years, the longer stretches isolation in the form of work and planning, he lost the energy to care.

Of course during that time Whitesnake had very little to say. "Rationalizing, is one. A constant, in every possible situation. 'I can stop, I just need time. I can handle it it, just tomorrow.' Then there's diversion."

"Your point?" Pucci cut him off, not looking behind him at the Stand likely sneering at his back. "I assume you're trying to say I'm addicted to something."

"Why are we here?" Whitesnake demanded.

Pucci bit the nail of his thumb. The problem with talking to yourself was you couldn't play stupid. He always knew. "Fate brought us here."

"Maybe, but that's not all."

Pucci forced his thumb away from his teeth, continued if only to get Whitesnake's knowing look off his back. "We may be fated to be here to help him. We may be fated to find out way to this strange place to be by his side." The 'but' was there, and Whitesnake waited because Pucci made him wait. "... we may be facing another trial. Being here may be an act of God, another test after our victory in the swamp."

Whitesnake said nothing, judgmental, and Pucci lost his patience, glaring back at his Stand hovering behind him. "We can't know, it is not our place to know. We must... we must walk the path ahead of us, accept it and see."

"But you're not simply accepting. You want to remain here." The words stung, after years and years and years of putting aside his desires Whitesnake saw through him, to this sudden weakness. "You want to be by his side, you want to believe this this is fate and not a trial. This isn't faith, isn't devotion. It's greed, weakness-"

"You're dismissed." Pucci cut him off, watching his Stand's sneer melt into white goop with the rest of him. When he was gone Pucci teeth found his thumbnail again, chewing, tension running up his back. Whitesnake was right, as much as it pained him. He was complacent, unfocused. This couldn't continue.

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[h2no]

[archie takes the poncho gratefully, because once again he'd been caught in maurtia falls with no cover in a fucking rainstorm, despite the forecast not being rainstorms. he feels like he's going to vibrate out of his skin with anxiety, but at least he won't freeze?]

Thanks. Though if you're my dad you gotta tell me where you put mom's wedding ring.

[14words]

[he should take back the poncho. don't you like rain team aqua, god. this gives me a great idea for a future thread of maxie just stuck in the damn rain like a drowned rat though.

bullshit aside, pucci clicks his tongue like a disapproving father.] We are all children of God, or so the terminology comes from. I'm older than you but I don't think I'm quite old enough to be your father. [spare yourself that family tree, archie.]

What are you doing out so late, Archie? You'll catch something in the chill if you aren't careful.

[h2no]

[archie loves rain, what archie does not love is the type of heavy rainstorms you get in maurtia falls which are all too like the rain that fell when kyogre was rampaging and everyone was about to die because of him.

...anyway. he blows a raspberry, though not a pucci.]

I couldn't sle-- uughhh psssshhhhhhfuck [FUCK] ffffff-- wanted a walk.

[14words]

[haha fool, you said it. you said sle and pucci can tell where that was going and his face instantly goes to Wellmeaning Concerned Priest.]

I see... well, Archie, if you'd like you could help me hand these out. [he holds out some of the ponchos.] A little more productive than a walk in the rain, at least.

[h2no]

Sure.

[he's genuinely okay with this.]

But-- uh. I'm gonna go if thunder starts. For... personal reasons.

[he's scared.]

[14words]

[archie that's adorable. he hands over the ponchos and smiles.] At that point it'd likely be foolish to continue roaming the streets.

[doo doo continuing to walk] Archie, I have a question, if I may. Is it in good taste to ask others of their abilities? I'm not certain if imPorts consider it prying, at large.

(closed) dup maxhell

[14words]

[pucci wasn't planning on heading to the church, not so late and not so randomly, but as fate would will it his feet found their way there. usually he refrained from wearing his vestments, he preferred entering these holy places with the flock rather than like a shepherd.

the truth of the matter was he wasn't sure what he was considered in this world regardless, if being ordained in one florida moved to the next. it was amusing to imagine taking his vows all over again, knowing what he did now. being who he was now.

thankfully his clothes didn't cause a stir with so few people around, and he headed to the votive candles. he offered charity then lit his match, practiced, familiar. One for Perla, the first, as always. The second for Wes, though there was a pause now, mind wandering to places he'd rather not visit.

the third he paused, didn't lit, instead watched the match flicker and begin to die. His lips quirked. The last candle, his final prayer was always for Dio, but... well, it wasn't necessary here, was it?

he let out a soft laugh and waved the match until it went out.]

[hellrisen02]

Good memories? [Asks a warm, friendly voice to Pucci's side, and the man it belongs to appears there suddenly as if from thin air, his smile unassuming. The priest's own vestments were nowhere as... flashy as Pucci's, so when he takes notice of Pucci's own collar, his expression turns to something thoughtful and a little surprised.]

[Mm. An imPort, or a strange sense of fashion...? (Probably both.)]

...Pardon me if I'm intruding on your thoughts, Father.

[14words]

[pucci wasn't used to being snuck up on, having a stand made it easy to watch your back. not anymore, seeing as everyone could see whitesnake so he needed to remain hidden. an annoyance, to be sure, but one he could work with.

being startled meant it took him a moment to realize the voice sounded familiar, though he couldn't yet place it. he glanced over- a priest, of course, that warm, friendly default tone was familiar even without knowing the voice. he offered a warm, friendly but small smile in return.]

It's quite alright, I was simply ruminating on how fickle fate can be. [he placed the match down, turned fully to bow his head, humble. etc. the priest off began.] I'm not certain if I hold that title here, as I'm only ordained in my own world.

[hellrisen02]

Ruminating fate, huh... [Um, yeah, that's a normal thing people do. Duo wipes the smirk of amusement off his face pretty quick in response.] An imPort, are you? They're fairly good about integrating them into the systems of this world, including the religious ones. [Duo motions around them.] You wouldn't have much trouble, I think, if you wanted to come back into the priesthood.

[He ponders the merits of keeping up the uninvolved act, but it would make him more suspicious to do so, he thinks, once the truth comes out than not. So...] --You could say I know from experience.

[14words]

It's a subject I find myself drawn to, on occasion. [he glances up, boy does he like rambling about nonsense. how could anyone not know it's that weird creep priest like immediately] Perhaps some would call fate the grand plan of God, or the universe. It has such a negative connotation to some, doesn't it? Humanity truly hates the idea of a path one cannot always control.

[yup, that voice is definitely familiar. of course he'd be an imPort, it isn't like pucci really knew anyone else in this world at the moment. he offers a pleasantly surprised tone in return.] Ah, would that mean you're an imPort as well? I wonder if we've met on the network.

[hellrisen02]

[Control, huh...? Duo almost sighs to himself at that, but it wasn't exactly untrue. Whether you were a believer in a guiding hand or in creating your own fate, many people had strong opinions on the idea. And it was probably a little sacrilege to say in a church, but Duo had never felt that his path was made for him- just that he hadn't been able to find it.]

I wonder, too. [No he doesn't.]

...You like dogs, Father?

(closed) joketaro kujerk

[14words]

[frankly pucci wasn't entirely certain this was a good idea.

he should, likely, avoid jotaro, keep his distance, watch and wait and go about his life without the threat of jotaro and his ridiculous Stand realizing pucci was an enemy. all it would take was some unfortunate arrival, or some errant ability, or hell, him seeing pucci and dio together. it was dangerous and pointless.

and yet.

and yet, he had to admit to himself, he did enjoy speaking to jotaro. it did nothing to calm his intense hatred of the man but hatred and curiosity could easily go hand in hand. such a starkly, bluntly scientific man was interesting to talk to, to pick the brain of. maybe, if fate had been different, kinder, they could have met as teenager years and years ago. been friends.

obviously that wasn't what was meant to be, so here they were. pucci stood a few blocks away from the soup kitchen they would spend their afternoon in, pulling out his communicator and texting jotaro the address.]

see you soon, mr kujo.

[what a strange life he was living. ]

why must you torture me

[jojoceanman]

[ jotaro is already in the area, waiting for the father to finish his mass... whenever that happens. he slept through the morning as usual and arrives to maurtia falls, taking in a hard cup of coffee, reading the local paper and sipping hard black coffee. he's about half-way through the crossword when pucci texts him, and he gives on trying to find a 3 letter word for "mud bath offerer."

he's there within ten minutes, dressed in white and carrying a messenger bag with him - he got too far into the crossword to just toss out his efforts - and greets pucci with a nod. ]

How was your mass this morning?

blame holly i didn't name him

[14words]

[pucci nods back, struck again at how exceptionally strange this was. this time it's seeing jotaro kujo through the eyes of interaction rather than spying for years or through jotaro's own eyes with his memory disc. he offers a smile and tries not to remember jotaro standing over dio's glorious form as it turned to dust.]

Same as it ever is, which I appreciate. There's been so much change these last weeks, the familiar is comforting.

[and he turns, nodding to jotaro to follow him as he started towards the soup kitchen] Why the sudden interest in charity work?

holy is a saint please do not slander her name?

[jojoceanman]

[ he follows pucci in, taking a glance around the area and making mental checks. the same as he does any time he's entering a new location. force of habit now. ]

Some months back, there were cloned imPorts launching attacks and causing havoc. The backlash that followed from the public was intense. I would say that's what roused my decision.

[ he had done some volunteer work before in marine preservation, part of his internships during studies, but never has he worked with people. frankly speaking, he knows his strengths and weaknesses, and is keenly aware that he is not a people person. those traits went to just about everyone else in his family but him. ]

ok that's fair holy i'm sorry please forgive me and thank you for putting up with jotaro's shit

[14words]

[pucci notices that, and ok frankly he's had a hard time not openly doing so himself. usually whitesnake did it for him but now people could see whitesnake so he had to be careful using him. the worst.]

I've heard about that incident from Magnus and Lucretia. The latter in particular was quite concerned about mending relations with the natives as best we could. [and he agreed. for shittier reasons, probably, but whatever.]

You were present, yes? That must have been a trying time.

good

[jojoceanman]

Yes. Many people are concerned with making those mends. Or at least, the ones who care enough about that. Most imPorts don't. [ too concerned with their own issues, own communities, to see a bigger picture. his sympathies are far more with the natives of this world than with other imPorts at the end of the day. ] We got rid of the clones, but the natives have to deal with the strife our presence brings and live with it. People have died because of imPort related incidents like these. And unlike us, they don't come back.