OSLCW: Usurpation

Jojo and...Jojo

After the craze of the meeting and the...removal of a strange parasite in Polnareff's head, apparently called a "Flesh Bud", Z73 and Joseph's group travelled to the docks. Although...the way Joseph carried Z73 there was less than expected.

"Jojo, do you really need to do this?"

"Of course! It's been fifty years, so let me have this!"

She sighed and let him have his fun, holding her legs as she rode on his shoulders. Z73 wasn't exactly liking this, but considering how short she generally is, she was happy about seeing things from a much higher point.

"Old man, you gonna actually tell us who she is, or are you keeping us in the dark and making me believe you're cheating on Granny Suzi?"

Joseph froze on the spot, and Z73 took the moment to hop from his shoulders and turn to the three other men. "Sorry for not introducing myself sooner boys. My name is Sirocco, an old fri-"

"Z73." She stopped speaking, turning to look at Joseph with a glare. "Don't use the fake name, just tell them the truth. They can all be trusted, I promise."

She had a brief staring contest with him, before she sighed and looked back. "Right...Sirocco is a fake name I used to hide. In reality, my name is Z73, and in 1939, I helped Joseph here fight a major threat to the World as a whole."

"You helped him...the old man...against the Nazis?" The redhead of the group, Kakyoin, spoke up and held all the confusion and suspicion they must have had.

She shook her head though. "I get that you're confused on several levels, but no, it was against a supernatural group of men we called the Pillarmen. The last one specifically was quite a dick, and cut my right arm off."

She directed attention to both her arms, showing that they were entirely mechanical. "Thanks to that, I'm a far better fighter, not having to worry about hand injuries and such, but I sadly lost the ability to touch things with my own hands."

"Oh...I'm sorry for your loss."

She waved off Kakyoin. "You don't need to apologize for an action that happened before you were born."

She still saw the confusion come to their faces, and she chuckled. "Oh right...Joseph? Want to tell them?"

"Hehe...believe it or not, this little lady is technically older than me!"

...

"Yep, knew that was gonna happen." Z73 clapped her hands together, the ring of metal snapping them out of their muted shock.

"I get that I look like I'm not even an adult, but get yourselves together and let's get this show moving. What's with all the funky mist stuff that was tossing tables and coins and shit?"

"Funky...Mist?" Avdol held his chin for a moment, grunting as red mist appeared behind him. "Miss Z73, can you see this behind me?"

"Well I see some red mist, other than that I don't know what you want me to see."

They had a brief stare down, and for some reason, she felt like she was getting hotter and warmer. She leaned her head back and held a hand up to it, batting away whatever was causing that heat.

Avdol chuckled and stepped back, the mist vanishing. "You aren't a Stand User, are you?"

"No, I don't even know what a Stand is."

"Allow me!" Joseph butted in, almost shoving Avdol out of the way as Hamon danced along his fingertips.

"See 73, Stands are very much like Hamon is. They're the representation of one's spirit, and can come in many different shapes and sizes, and cool abilities! Even the fact that if your breathing goes awry, your Stand starts to fizzle out, like with Hamon."