Alright. So, now that we have the interlude out of the way in the form of the previous chapter, let's jump into some more light-hearted arcs now, shall we? I mean, we can't have constant darkness, blood, and guts being spilled. As fun as that is, we need to balance out the grim dark fighting for something more... light-hearted.
But, before we do that, it's time to respond to some reviews/comments!
[Response to Reviews/Comments]
(Qoutev) Unlucky the unfortunate magical girl: Uh... no. Besides, we don't know what Holly's Stand is, both from Part 3 and Part 8.
(Qoutev) Mal: I mean, yeah... that's kind of ironic considering WHAT it is. Also, thank you for saying my story is amazing! Much thanks!
Superfandroid: ... take your cookie, good sir [if the emoji doesn't show up on Fanfiction Dot Net, just pretend there is one there]
(Ao3) TheSevenStars: Well then, you, good sir, can take this (digital) cookie!
With that now out of the way, let us BEGIN!
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[Jolyne Brooks]
Jolyne let out a groan as she slowly came to. Her head was pounding, no doubt because of a headache. She did fall flat on the back of her head after stabbing herself with the arrow, which constituted a headache. What didn't help, was that behind her, there was a series of knocks on her door, as well as a muffled voice that her ears weren't quite sure as to whom it belonged to. This was the second time she was waking up with a foggy memory, which made her extremely annoyed. As Jolyne sat up from the floor of all things, she yawned, stretching out her arms as she did so. The knocking continued, making her grit her teeth with annoyance.
"HOLD ON! I'M GETTING DRESSED!" Jolyne shouted, and when she did, the knocking ceased. It was a lie, but it made them stop. Stepping away from the door, Jolyne sat down on her bed and rubbed at her eyes, making sure to get the gunk that someone would get from having their eyes closed for too long out. When she did, a box appeared in front of her.
[Congratulations! You have successfully obtained a Stand from The Mysterious Arrow! However, as a result, you were knocked unconscious by The System so that your body could recover from having its soul transformed into a physical being. More will be expanded on once you head to somewhere without other people being near.]
"Oh... neat, I guess?" Jolyne murmured, clearing her throat. She sniffed her hoodie and blanched. It smelt like two-day-old sweat, and that was something she refused to be known for. She immediately took off her hoodie, and when she did, the knocking started up again. "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IF YOU DO NOT QUIT IT I WILL SHOVE MY DESK LAMP UP YOUR ASS!" Jolyne shouted as loud as she could, the knocking abruptly stopping again.
She looked down at herself and was reminded that she was, in fact, not wearing a bra underneath her hoodie. Sighing, she decided to do away with her pants and questionable panties, then walked all the way over to the bathroom her dorm room was provided with, snag a towel off of the rack, and wrapped herself in it. It exposed a bit of her cleavage, but there was nothing she could do about that. The important part was that it covered her privates and most of her thighs.
She was going to deal with whoever was knocking at her door, have a shower, then put on one of the replacement school uniforms that Headmaster Kirigiri had placed on her dresser when she first moved into the room.
Twisting the doorknob, she was greeted by a face she hadn't seen before. The person was a boy, that much was for certain. He had short, black spikey hair along with two thin large eyebrows that if someone squinted while seeing would assume that it was a unibrow. However, to contrast that goofiness, he had a pair of intense red-coloured eyes. He was wearing the school's uniform, although it would've looked more appropriate if he was wearing an army uniform, or something similar.
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