JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: House of Cards

Death and All of His Friends

"Goooooooooood mornin, ladies n gents! I'm Donnie G, and I'll be playing..." Donnie G says before rambling through his morning message, preparing for the broadcast. He sets the note down and walks outside to the hilltop parking lot of the KVCR building. The sun is rising over Violet. He looks out to the sea, aware of the whereabouts of Jony, Leo, and Martin. He's denied affiliation to any "shady goons'' that've bothered him. He's helped how he could, and hoped that the grim fate of Violet shall be avoided. All will be decided under this sun.

Under this sun, the fog of the sea parts to reveal an island. Jony and Leo stand on the deck near the mast as Martin anchors the ship. On the coast of the island lies a shed. The three depart from their vessel and head onto the white sands of the spec in the blue. The door opens to reveal only a stairway into the ground. Jony stares down into the gaping maw of fate, and it does not stare back for fate is blind.

At the end of the staircase lies a vast atrium, an antechamber to destiny. The three sleuth about, prepared to face the last of their enemies. They reach a three way split and decide on a course of action. "We split up. Okay?" Jony suggests. "No, that's how they get people." Leo interjects. "What if we take too long going down every path? Or what if we all get spotted going together and the Suits escape? I think splitting up makes sense in this case." Martin reasons. Convinced, Leo picks the left path, Jony the center, and Martin the right.

Martin turns onto his path and wanders the various halls of the subterranean lead labyrinth. Rooms of pipes, equipment, and stockpiles of various goods. "Hell, there's enough stuff here to last the whole damn town at least a decade. One hell of a bomb shelter if you ask me. All they had planned for me was a bullet, since "the budget wouldn't allow it." Stingy bureaucrats if you ask me. Martin rants to the air before turning around to see a massive figure, consisting of floating chunks of marble. The monolith possesses a sort of head, a marble rock with a divot shining with green light. Martin goes to act, but the being points and the two of them cease to exist, vanishing into the thin air that occupies the shelter.

Jony, in an odd parallel, notes the extremity of the bunker. The sheer size of it perplexes him, though its purpose is within grasp. He too wanders the halls, noting every door and corridor, until he sees a sign labeled "lounge". Preparing for the worst, he bolts in to see a tall man of fair build, sitting upright in a lounge chair. A single curl of his greased hair falls onto his forehead as he straightens his checkered suit jacket and stands up. "Jony Dallas Curtis. Pleasure to finally meet you! I'm the one they call The Joker. I'd like to shake your hand before we get into the nitty gritty of this "duel", y'know?" The Joker explains as he reaches for Jony's hand. Jony pulls his hand back in disgust and gives the man a glare of pure malice. "Oh I see. It's gonna be like that." The Joker explains as he draws a coin from his coat pocket.

"I said we shouldn't split because I can't fight. If I have to fight any ability with physical prowess, I'm done. I'm built like a twig and Tuesday's Gone is literally a skeleton. But nooooo, the gun building midgets and the noose making puppet think I'll do fine. Bunch of horseshit, pardon my french." Leonard complains to himself as he too traverses rooms and halls. "Storeroom, Boiler room, room with its paint label corroded away, room with no label, lavatory." Leo thinks aloud as he passes more doors, bored and worried. He passes a second bathroom before hearing a faint metal creak. He snaps around to see a short, portly man. He's quite sweaty, looking nervous already. He reeks of body odor and incompetence. His pressed blue suit looking more disheveled by the second, and his comb over hair springing up, strand by strand. He gulps loudly and prepares a stance to make himself seem important. Before this even happens, Leonard begins falling into the man, wailing on him like a beast, unusual for the reserved and dignified young man. The portly fellow screeches like a mix of a baby and a banshee before rolling on the ground, escaping Leonard's grasp with his sweaty nervousness.