Somewhere in the desert, Egypt. December 28th, 1988.
[default: English / italics: French]
After acquiring a car in which they put on the radio and sang (a lot) as usual, our heroes stopped in the middle of the desert, at Joseph's request. They got out of the car, their feet in the sand, just in time to witness the arrival of a-
"A helicopter!" Polnareff exclaimed.
- Thank you, but it shows", Kakyoin replied sarcastically.
"It's the Speedwagon Foundation", Joseph said. "They are looking for where to land.
- Don't tell me we're going to have to get in there," Jotaro growled.
"Unfortunately no. They don't have Stands, putting them in danger is out of the question.
- So what are they doing here?" (Y/N) asked.
"They're bringing us backup. The kind that has a bad temper. That's why he's joining us so late.
- Mr. Joestar", Avdol interrupted, "he will never come with us! It is unthinkable to make an ally of him! I know him, and not just a little.
- If he's an ally, I guess he has a Stand?" Jotaro asked.
"Yes", Joseph answered, "the Stand represented by The Fool.
- "The Fool"?" Polnareff chuckled. "Bet he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer!
- Count yourself lucky that we don't have to face him." Avdol muttered. "You wouldn't stand a chance.
- ... Go ahead, repeat that! Watch what you say, got it?
- It's the truth. Get off me, you're hurting me!
- Don't be smart, you-ouch!"
Polnareff was slapped behind the head by (Y/N) and he let go of Avdol's collar, grumbling.
"Are you done yet?" Kakyoin sighed. "The helicopter has landed."
The helicopter door opened. The pilots saluted our companions before descending to meet them.
"Mr. Joestar, good to see you," one said.
"Thank you for coming for us.
- And so?" Jotaro growled almost condescendingly. "Which of the two is the Stand User?
- Oh no, it's not us. He's in the back."
One of the men opened the rear door of the helicopter. But in the back seats, there was no one. There was only a slightly worn green blanket.
"In the back?" the young woman asked curiously. "But there is no one?
- He is there", one of the men answered.
"Yeah yeah, sure", Polnareff laughed, advancing towards the helicopter to look inside. "And we can know where exactly? Hey! Show yourself!
- Careful!
- Erk, there's something sticky", the Frenchman said after patting one of the seats.
"Be careful, please! The swaying put him in a bad mood!
- Stand back!" Joseph ordered. "I told you he had a bad temper!
- Look, (Y/N)", Avdol slipped to the only woman in the group. "We are going to witness for the umpteenth time the proof that our French friend would do well to listen to me a little more.
- I never doubted it, Muhammad", she replied with a smirk.
Suddenly, a particularly pissed off dog came out from under the blanket and jumped in Polnareff's face to rip his hair out.
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〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement
FanfictionBorn of a French mother and an Italian father, (Y/N) is a very ordinary young girl. At least that's what she would like to claim. Because the truth, here it is, (Y/N) can see ghosts. Would this just be a simple paranormal ability? Or would that powe...
