𝐛𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐲 // 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

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TW: SH (it's the baby stand chapter)

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Mr. Joestar took off, bumpy as expected for a not-so-experienced pilot.

Polnareff loudly (and obnoxiously) yawned, stretching out and further crowding the cramped space he, Kakyoin, and the baby were sharing.

"I always get so tired when I'm on planes," he wipes his mouth. "If you don't mind, Mr. Joestar, I'm going to take a thirty minute cat-nap."

"That's fine," Mr. Joestar mumbles.

He was clearly too preoccupied flying the plane to care.

Before takeoff, Mr. Joestar used Hermit Purple to check the plane. No stand users were hiding onboard waiting to attack, you knew that. But, all the while you couldn't help but feel that something was off.

As Polnareff drifted into sleep, you noticed Kakyoin had as well.

"Couple of big babies," you sigh, partially envious.

You relaxed next to Jotaro, catching his eyes every so often.

Then you felt it, a stand presence. Not a familiar one, a new one.

"There's a stand user somewhere nearby," you look at Mr. Joestar, who just brushes you off.

"We're kilometers high in the air, no one's coming up here to get us."

"I'm sick of you doubting me, you old fart," you sigh once more. "Just... stay alert."

You notice Kakyoin and Polnareff shuffling around in the backseat.

"Anyway," you begin. "Kakyoin had a dream last night with a card in it. Major Arcana Card 13, Death. The card itself foreshadows and end and a new beginning, but also symbolizes preconception; knowledge from the future. It would be wise not only to assume the next stand user we face will bear the card, but also that Kakyoin has—"

"Don't you hear yourself?" Mr. Joestar asks, "You can't put your faith in the symbolic meaning of a card."

"Respectfully, Mr. Joestar, this trip is happening on my turf. I travel all across the land fighting stand users with the help and knowledge of these cards, and they have yet to let me down." You pull yourself together, avoiding raising your voice and waking Polnareff and Kakyoin, "I'm just saying, don't be surprised when these things happen, because these cards by which your stand is named have yet to let you down either."

He doesn't respond. Silence, save for the sound of the engine, takes over.

That is until a smell fills the cabin and the three of you look back and forth between each other. With a grunt, you reach back and start lightly hitting and shaking Polnareff.

"Come on, tube top, wake up," he stirs awake, rubbing his head. "Change the baby's diaper."

He stays with his head in his hand, pinching his temples.

"Come on, Polnareff," Mr. Joestar speaks. "I want that diaper changed this year."

"Ugh," he grunts. "I feel like I had some kind of terrifying nightmare, but I can't remember at all. I've forgotten everything."