The Ludicrous Escapade

Old Flames Being Rekindled

Judgment laughed, "I'm sure it's quite the shock, dying because your sister ate you. When a man wishes from the heart, all of his greatest weaknesses come to light. You didn't even think about how unnatural it is to bring someone back to life. You want to believe that the one you loved is still alive somewhere on this Earth. You hope that they'll suddenly pop in tomorrow and say, Good Morning. By the way... you said something about a third wish, but you've already made your third wish, haven't you?" Judgement stood up on the branch it was leaning on, mimicking both Polnareff's voice and his stance. "Bring Avdol back to life. Hail 2 you!" And in a puff of purple smoke and sparkles, the Stand disappeared.

You wiped away some perspiration that had begun to form along your forehead. "Oh, my. I suppose I have a better understanding of what's going on now. You wished for your sister to be alive and she became a zombie and now the same thing should happen with Avdol."

Polnareff nodded numbly as you helped him stand, "Yes, that is correct."

A bird flew towards you and landed on Kars' shoulder. A few tweets and chirps later, the ultimate being conveyed its message. "There is a pipe sticking out of the ground where the other source of body heat was, that must be how the Stand user is hiding under ground."

Then, moving through the almost tongue-like looking plants, was the spitting image of Avdol except for his left eye being some sort of pink flesh. The copy rushed toward's Polnareff, seeming as though he was going to claw through his skin.

The French man cried out, "Avdol!" He was too in shock to do much of anything, but Kars stepped in and made a deep gash through the copy's torso, flinging it back only for it to land on its feet. No blood spilled from the wound, and it's insides seemed to consist of just dirt.

"Polnareff!" Shouted the copy. "This is your fault! Because of you, I... I..." He lifted up the headband usually covering his forehead to reveal a deep bullet hole, "Ended up like this..."

Polnareff was shaking in fear and regret, "I..."

"I'll make you pay for this, Polnareff." The copy leaped into the air, becoming a silhouette in the light of the crescent moon.

"Your body," The dirt version of his sister began to race towards you all as well, "I'll get better if I eat it, right? Right, Brother?!"

You tugged on Polnareff's arm, "C'mon, Jean, I know this is hard for you, but you gotta snap out of it." You inhaled sharply as you had Kars create a gash along your forearm. The copy of his sister went in for Polnareff's shoulder only to bonk her head harshly against a shield-like thing created with your blood. You began to have it wrap around her head in hopes of crushing it to dust, but she immediately leaped back to a safe distance while Polnareff had tugged you behind him. While this happened, Kars managed a slice along the dirt Avdol's neck before the thing retreated as well.

"What's the matter, brother?" Asked his fake sister as the two dirt creations stumbled back towards you,

Polnareff shook his head vigorously while shouting at the dirt folk, "S-Stay away! Stay away from me! Both of you... Return to the ground, please!"

"Why? You're the one who brought us back." Spoke the sister.

The Avdol seemed to mimic what Joseph usually did with his mechanical hand as he spoke, "It's your turn to enter the ground!"

They leaped towards Polnareff once again. This time the French man summoned the will to bring forth his Stand. However the moment he went in on the offensive, Judgement put Silver Chariot in a headlock.

Polnareff struggled to breath while clawing at an arm he couldn't touch, "Please..."

"Please?" Questioned the enemy Stand, mockingly. "Nope! You don't have any wishes left." Judgement switched its gaze to you, "And (Y/N), if you fight back, I won't hesitate to snap his neck."