JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: House of Cards

Paradise Above

"Hello, shop!" Jony shouts as he kicks in his own door, overtaken by joy and glad to be back home. "So what's our next move?" Leo asks as he sits down in a folding chair. "We gotta find that fucker who tried to kill us. That guy needs to be dead, or at least crippled beyond repair." Jony states, looking Leo dead in the eye. "Well how do we do that? The guy may have just skipped town once we crashed." Leo suggests. "That's a good question. I'll keep thinking of answers and solutions. We'll just go back to normal life for a bit." Jony says as he walks back out of the open door and toward Sammy's.

A week came and went before Jony had any ideas. It was hard to think when you've almost died and been introduced to strange ghost-like creatures that follow you. The names for both Jony and Leo's abilities had been solidified. The Monkees for Jony, a little play on words of Grease Monkey, a moniker Jony had gotten used to by this point. For Leo, Tuesday's Gone. Not for any real significant reason, but simply because he liked Lynyrd Skynyrd.

"So do you have an idea yet?" Leo asks, annoyed as he takes a seat in Jony's shop. "Yeah. And you're a big part of it." Jony says. "So what exactly am I doing?" Leo asks. "Well you can make things happen faster, right?" Jony asks rhetorically. "Yes, to an extent." Leo responds. "Well make the guy cross paths with us faster. See where he goes." Jony states. "It's not that easy, man. I have to see the things he does, and its range isn't global. We'd have to hunt for places he'd happen to be in the future. So it's not just that I make things..." Leo begins to explain before stopping. "What is it?" Jony asks. "He comes through here a week from tonight." Leo states.

Jony and Leo sit and watch as the shambling limbs and rags that make up Tuesday's Gone rise and writhe over towards the door. The figure stands and watches as a blur passes by. The blur begins to slow, and comes to a stop. It's the guy. He walks through the door and gets tackled by Jony. When he comes to, he's strapped to a chair by ratchet straps. "Let me go, dammit! You two are supposed to be dead!" The guy shouts.

"Relax, man. Just tell us who you work for and what you did to Dave Crawley." Jony says. "I ain't tellin you shit!" The guy exclaims. "Tell me who you work for and what you did to Dave Crawley or I will hurt you." Jony states. "Leo, what happens to this guy in the near future?" Jony asks Leo as the guy remains silent. "He dies in about 30 years." Leo states as Tuesday's Gone re-appears from the closet of Jony's shop. The lines on the stranger's face grow deeper and deeper. His hair thins and grays. "STOP STOP STOP!" The stranger shouts. He's 46 now. "Okay, okay. I killed Dave and broke into his house to steal some sheet music and his guitar. I took his car after I killed him cause I thought it was slick. Now undo this." The stranger pleads. "That doesn't explain who you work for." Jony says. "Wickley."

Allister Wickley was a local singer. He'd made local radio a multitude of times with his smooth voice and wide range of song topics. From lost loves, to summer fun, Wickley had sung it all. Rumors had been circulating that Wickley was running out of ideas since he hadn't had the same magic in his voice since 64', but true fans always said "The wick don't stop burnin till the wax is all gone." While a real dopey saying, they were right, since Wickley released another hit back in February of 67'. The song was called "Around the block", and it spoke about his stay in Violet and the spots he loved in town, and while it never went farther than KVCR, the locals ate it up like some pie from Sammy's. Wickley was currently a regular at Paradise Above, a club for musicians. Both newcomers and established hitmakers had their share of time on that blue light washed stage.

"Why're we doing this now? We know what happened to Dave, so can we go back to normal life now?" Leo pleads. "There ain't no normal now, Leo. While Dave may be dead and we know who did it, we can't reverse his aging, and no cop is gonna believe that a 40-something killed a kid and jacked a car over some music. Our only option for justice is getting Wickley for it, which may be hard to convince the law of, but if Wickley himself confesses, we get sweet justice for Dave and then we go home. We just got one more thing ahead of us, Leo." Jony explains as him and Leo walk into Paradise Above.