Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Part 9: One Year of Love

Chapter Eighteen: The Love Gun and Death Punch's Revenge

User: Jina Snommis

Age: 22

Stand: Love Gun (Powers include firing one of three specific colored bullets: Pink bullets draw the target towards the user while in love with said user if the bullet hits the target in the heart. The blue bullets causes the targets to fall in love with the user and then fight for them like soldiers. Green bullets make the target kill anyone who isn't the user of Love Gun. The only way to break free of her control is to wait three hours or get 10 meters away.)

Potential: D

Precision: A (Depending on the user's handling of the Love Gun)

Durability: E

Range: A

Speed: D

Power: D

Jojo spun her head to the right as another pink bullet flew past her face, hitting the back wall and fading out of existence instead of leaving a hole from the bullet. She locked eyes with the mystery woman, who spent her time shooting at Jojo's feet to get her to dance more and more, humoring herself. Without a second of hesitation, she cocked her head back and threw beads of sweat off her head that Mercury Vision collected along with the sweat on her arms and even the large amount of sweat beads off her arm. The Stand then crafted the sweat into a small knife which Mercury Vision used to throw at this mysterious woman who sat in the corner booth. She tilted her head violently to the right to dodge the sweat made blade that everyone didn't see, or thought was a glimmer in the light. Meanwhile, Jojo kept singing along to her song and somehow through some bizarre design or intention and didn't mess up her singing or dancing. Then, another song began to play, one that Jojo knew by heart and soul. One simply known as Easy Lover, by Phil Collins and Phillip Bailey. She kept her eyes on Jojo as she whispered to someone in a dark trench coat that was out of Jojo's sight. "She's good. All I need is one more shot and--"

"No." The man in the trench coat spoke in a deep voice. "You compromised your position to her. What you need to do is keep your distance. That is what my mistake was with her brother..."

Meanwhile, Zeppeli suddenly teleported into a cemetery in New York City. Whereas the typical cemetery would be gray and lifeless, this one however was... beautiful. There were headstones that were made from beautiful black obsidian with the name of the family members who had passed away before. He looked up and saw a sign that read, "Rest in Peace: Joestar Family." Just as he finished reading the sign, a very, very, very old man walked up to him then sighed, thinking Zeppeli was a trespasser. "Hey! Get off this property! Beat it or I'll kick your ass from here to Harlem!" Turning around, Zeppeli said, "Wait! I'm not--" But this didn't help his case as the old man began to lift his cane to hit the supposed trespasser, but could barely lift it above his chest, let alone his head. "Damn it. I can't even lift this darn cane into the air." He sighed. "Now I know I have a dog whistle here on my coat somewhere." Zeppeli waved both of his hands in the air almost like a madman. "Sir! If you could listen please, my name is Gretta Zeppeli and I'm just visiting an old family friend!" The second the old man heard Zeppeli's last name, he looked at him and recognized something about his face not because of his own face, but a face the old man knew long ago.

"Well, in that case Mr. Zeppeli, who are you looking for?"

"Are you very familiar with the... cemetery, sir?"

"Of course."

"Then I am looking for a man who was buried here in 1987. Is there someone near here?"

The old man tapped his chin. "Hmm... There was no one buried here in 1987, young man... But there was someone buried here in 1989."

Zeppeli laughed. "Oh damn. I'm sorry for that, good sir. Must have had my dates confused. Do you remember the name of that man?"