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"Are we... inside a building?" Jotaro asked quietly to himself, looking around confusedly. Checkered tiles, long red carpets, stone pillars, long stair ways, armor suits here and there, large windows, a statue of a woman with a pitcher of water. "This doesn't look Japanese." He muttered to himself.
A sudden gasp and a question of "Huh?! Where are we?" from Speedgwagon made Jotaro bring out the turtle briefly to let him step out, before quickly putting it back inside his dark coat.
As Speedwagon looked around, realization dawned on him, "This is my era! This building... is Mr. Joestar's!"
"What?"
Just then, as if he had said the triggering word, a tall man came dragging himself in through one of the hallways, clearly injured. Jotaro could only watch as his massive form slithered a few feet further, before completely collapsing on the floor, on his knees, breath ragged. There was something so familiar about him, the dark purple curls, the deep blue eyes, his huge build, but Jotaro couldn't put his finger on it.
"Mr. Joestar!!" Jotaro's eyes widened just in the slighest when Speedwagon called out that name again, he put the pieces together. Jonathan Joestar. Memories of what his grandfather had told him before they began their journey to Egypt were suddenly resurfacing to his mind.
'This bastard stole the body of my grandfather, Jonathan Joestar!'
As the realization dawned on him, Speedwagon was busy exclaiming in a high pitched voice, "Mr. Joestar! You're alive?!"
But said "Mr. Joestar" couldn't form words past his initial face of shock as his eyes landed on them, his breath was ragged, shoulders rising and chest heaving as he fought desperately to suck in air, he had clearly been fighting for a while, his skin was lightly bruised and scratched, and now that he was slumped on the floor, Jotaro could see he was covered in sweat and had bits of grass and dirt smeared over his clothes and skin. One of his arms had a large gash on it, running down his bicep.
Momentarily, Jotaro recalled Joseph speaking of him as if he were the strongest and most noble man to have ever existed. He remembered the stories he would share about him, when they were holed up in a hotel room or they were the only ones awake when they camped out in the desert.
He'd begin talking about his granny Erina, how she would huddle him closer as a small child and whisper the tales of a strong hero, particularly when Joseph couldn't sleep or had a bad dream, how his grandfather had a rough upbringing but he still tried his hardest to be positive and be a gentle soul, how, even though he got beaten over and over, he tried his best to defend Erina's honor and protect her, challenging anyone and anything if it meant protecting those he loved. When he would ask what happened to grandpa Jonathan, his granny would say he saved her from a horrible accident at sea.
Later in his teenage years, Joseph would recall with a sad smile, when he got curious and began speculating that he hadn't been told the whole story about his grandpa, his granny, along with Speedwagon, spilled the secrets on how Jonathan had the same power as him, Hamon, and with it he put an end to Jack The Ripper and herds of vampire zombies, how he sacrificed himself to save Joseph's grandmother and a stranger's baby from a quickly sinking ship, while he tried to finish Dio off, and on his honeymoon, no less.
What hurt most was how his young life had been cruelly torn apart by Dio, how Dio had turned his father against him, burned his dog alive, murdered his father, bullied him, beat him up, set fire to his home, turned into a vampire using the Stone Mask, killed him.
He'd then finish his story telling with a small murmur of "I always wished with all my heart I could've met the awesome man my grandfather was." And longing heavy in his voice.
And now, Jotaro was in his era, his time, about to meet his grandpa's hero and- damn it, Joseph was supposed to be here.
He had to admit, he aquired a bit of admiration for the guy, he would have to see if all the stories were true.
Jotaro snapped out of his walk down memory lane, Jonathan's shaky voice had finally perked up "Speedwagon?!" Suprising British accent thick and heavy.
Speedwagon rushed forward, trying to reach his injured friend, but he was interrupted mid run when Jonathan shouted "Keep back! You musn't get any closer!" And soon enough, as the words left his mouth, a new silhouette jumped onto the stairway, a menacing aura surrounding his form completely.
"That's Dio!" Speedwagon shouted, finger pointing shakily at the new threat.
'That's Dio?! This must be how he looked like before... so that man really is Jonathan...' Jotaro thought, though having figured out the identity of the man a while ago. His train of thought was interrupted as Dio yelled at Jonathan, his voice laced with venom, and commanded his underlings to make a scream fest out of him. As Jonathan struggled to stand, Speedwagon remarked how he was too exhausted to fight.
Without hesitating, Jotaro quickly stepped up, taking up a spot next to Jonathan. "I won't let this happen!" He announced loudly, just as Dio commanded his zombies to attack, the flesh eating corpses scowering in through the windows and second floor.
He quickly summoned Star Platinum, plowing easily through the undead. He saw Jonathan fighting, a sort of electric sound emiting from his body, he could see electricity surfing through his skin and to his palms. He faintly remembered Joseph saying he fought using Hamon in his younger days, some sort of life energy, and he remembers him using it in some of their battles.
For a man who was critically injured, Jonathan sure held his own when fighting, he could see the strange energy bubbling on his knucles, impacting powerful punches and blows onto the lifeless corpses. However, as the dead began surrounding him, claws eager to tear his flesh, Jotaro quickly ran to him, unleashing a flurry of punches and hearing the satisfying sound of skulls cracking and bones breaking. When the last zombie dropped to it's knees and fell over, the fight ended.
As he finally looked at Jonathan in the eyes, he could see endless curiosity, among the pain, in his oceanic eyes. But he didn't have time to focus on him, Dio was still the eminent threat.
Speaking of the Devil, Dio hopped down flawlessly, glaring daggers at Jotaro as the corpses began to fade away, crumbling into dust and dirt. "He's ploughing through the zombies as if they were made of paper... " He muttered to himself, "Where did you get that... ability?"
Jotaro's fists clenched inside his pockets. He wondered; if someone were to, say, smash in Dio's skull right now, would it prevent all the tradegies that would befell on the Joestar bloodline? And, furthermore, prevent all the death and pain this maniac has brought on to the world?
Before he could debate the pro's and cons of doing such an act, which by the way, he had come up with zero cons so far, a new voice pierced the air. "What's wrong? Looks like you're having some trouble here."
Jonathan's choked gasp resonated with Jotaro's own muffled surprise as a new man emerged, walking leisurely down the grand stair case. Speedwagon immediately jumped the gun and questioned his identity, casually comparing the new stranger to Dio. Blonde hair, killer glare, appearing out of fucking nothing, helmet and belt buckle that spelled DIO? Yep, that'd do it.
As the man took his place next to Dio, Jotaro could not believe the words Dio spewed; "Tch... Diego Brando?"
If Jotaro remembers correctly, Brando was Dio's last name. He wished he wasn't remembering correctly. Fan-fucking-tastic.
"Diego Brando?! Are you Dio's... big brother?" Speedwagon, asked, and ironically enough, Jotaro knew that wasn't gonna be the case, nothing was that simple when dealing with Dio.
Besides, the man, Diego, looked too out of place to belong somewhere like the 1800's, his clothes were too colorful yet dull at the same time, and Jotaro wasn't an expert in history but he was pretty sure people in this period of time didn't wear helmets with big, bold letters spelling out their name. But then again, his great great grandfather was wearing what looked like a crop top, so what would he know.
As Diego made some ignorant comment about the limit of people's imagination or whatever, Dio abruptly cut him off. "Hey, enough with the small talk!"
Diego quickly retaliated, "Who said you were in charge? We're equals. That was the deal, right?" The two glared, or more like scoffed, at each other for a full minute.
'So, I was right, that Diego guy is Dio, but from another timeline? Yare yare, what a fuckin' mess.' Jotaro thought bitterly, as if one Dio wasn't troublesome enough.
"Hmph! So be it. I'll deal with you later..." Dio then turned his gaze to Jonathan, "My first priority is to put an end to Jojo!" Jotaro huffed, preparing silently to jump in front of his ancestor and fight for him, there was no way in hell Jonathan could even throw a punch in his condition.
"Jojo... so he's this world's Johnny Joestar..." Diego commented.
Speedwagon immediately questioned that last statement, but Diego just ignored his remark, instead offering Dio to team up and take them out together.
Instantly, Speedwagon stepped up, "Mr. Joestar is too exhausted! We'll have to fight in his place!"
Jotaro nodded numbly, taking a fighting stance. His voice perked up, "Step back, Jonathan. We'll deal with this." He commanded to the teen, who gave a shaky nod in return. He slowly stepped back, shuffling, or more like awkwardly dragging himself, until he was pressed against the manor's wooden doors.
"Jojoooooooo!" Dio snarled, leaping in the air and trying to pounce on Jonathan as Diego charged at Speedwagon. But Jotaro quickly got Dio's way, summoning Star Platinum to give Dio one hell of a right hook, sending him flying through the air.
"Your fight's with me, if you wanna get to Jonathan, you'll have to go through me first." Jotaro stated calmly, not sparing Jonathan a glance as his eyes scanned over the scene.
From what he could tell, Dio didn't have a Stand, not yet anyways, but he was already vampire, judging from the fact he had the fangs, red eyes, he was already up from Star Platinum's punch, and most importantly, he was, quite literally, just standing sideways on the fucking wall, taking his sweet ass time to stare at Diego and Speedwagon's fight. His eyes drifted to Diego, he didn't know if he had a Stand, but he saw something blue slashing at Speedwagon from behind him and-
Was that a fucking dinosaur tail?
Honestly, he should NOT be surprised.
If Diego was, for some fucking reason Jotaro cannot even begin to think about, a dinosaur, that meant there was a chance he didn't have a Stand either. So, he had the advantage here.
Or maybe he did have a Stand and that itself made him into a dinosaur?
Well, whatever the hell he was, he decided Dio was more of a threat than dino boy over there, so he decided to help Speedwagon fight him off first before finishing Dio off. He needed his help, too, judging by the fact he was now recieving a thorough whip lashing from said tail. With Star Platinum behind him, he went to aid Speedwagon.
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Getting whipped in the face by a razor sharp tail, fighting a pre-historic animal that went extinct millions of years ago, punching a horse that absolutely came out of fucking nowhere and having said horse kicking you back, being freezed by an inmortal vampire, and having tables and chairs smashed onto your face while trying to stop the younger version of your mortal (yet inmortal at the same time?) enemy from sucking the blood of your almost dying great whatever grandfather and stopping his doppelganger that was apparently from a universe where people could turn into giant lizards, because of course that was normal, from devouring the family's childhood friend were not on Jotaro's plans.
But, ignoring how infuriating and puzzling this situation was, he was glad he and Speedwagon, despite him not having a Stand, were able to bring both enemies to their knees as they struggled to breath properly, much like Jonathan has been trying to do since he appeared.
The latter was now behind them, watching both parties intently through the slits of his nearly closed eyes.
Dio was the first to stand, his feet shaky and trembling. "To think," He spat out slowly, voice dripping with venom, brows pulled and scrunched tightly and mouth casted downwards to form a prominent scowl, "...that there would come a day when I, Dio, would be made to kneel to mere humans! Y... You'll pay for this! Nnnggggh..." He grit his teeth, "Don't think you've won this! One day, I'll get every last one of you! I'll cut you all up and make you into a feast for my zombies!" He proclaimed rather agressively, fists curled tightly.
But it seemed that "one day" was not today, since almost immediately after the words left his mouth, the bright purple aura engulfed his form and whisked him away from the plane or existence.
Jotaro sighed, just as Diego stood up, and decided briefly to ask him the question that was brewing in his mind while Dio was busy making threats and whatnot. "Hey, are you two also working for the Noble One?"
Diego actually scoffed, a disgusted little sound emitting from the back of his throat, as if the notion of working with literally himself from another universe was appalling. "Are you out of your mind? Our alliance is only temporary." He explained calmly yet coldly, clad hand resting on a jutted hip.
"One day, I'll finish Dio off once and for all... and the same goes for you." A pause. "In the end, I, Diego, shall claim total victory!" And, just in the same way Dio previously lashed out insults and disappeared, Diego's form was quickly enveloped by the light, vanishing.
A deadly silence followed. 'Little prick didn't even answer my question.' Jotaro scowled, what was it with these assholes making random threats and then disappearing like cowards?
"Dammit! He ran away!" Speedwagon cursed, long golden locks fanning out as he shook his fists in anger.
Both parties couldn't keep up their brooding session any longer though, for the once proudly standing Jonathan was now at his knees once more, knees sinking into the velvety plush carpet. A gurgled, or more like strangled, noise falling from his lips.
"Mr. Joestar! Are you alright?!" Speedwagon asked immediately, turning around and lowering himself on his knee in less than a second, eyes raking over Jonathan's wounds. In an effort to distract him, he began rambling. "I let the Holy Corpse guide me and gathered allies, just like you told me to!"
Jonathan could only give what looked like a small nod, breathing still very irregular.
"Speedwagon, now that you mention it, I don't think you've told us anything about yourself yet. How is it that the Holy Corpse is guiding you?" Jotaro asked briskly, biting his tongue from really asking 'How in the fuck did you get a piece of some flaky, rotten corpse and what the hell made you want to follow it?!'
Speedwagon sighed, sound heavy against his tongue, before he rose steadily and faced Jotaro, hand waving about. "Mr. Joestar's compatriots and I intended to make way for a small town called Wind Knight's Lot. We'd heard that after turning into a vampire, Dio had been hiding out there, you see. But just before we could get there, the anomalies appeared in our age! The Joestar residence, which burned to the ground in a fire, was suddenly resurrected and became swarming with zombies!"
He took a small pause to take out his Holy Corpse part. "This thing first appeared at Mr. Joestar's place..." Another pause to stuff said part back in his coat's pocket. "However, Mr. Joestar stayed back to fend off the zombies, and I wanted to stay with him and fight too, of course, but he handed me the Holy Corpse part, and told me to travel around to other ages and collect the rest of it."
'So that's why Jonathan was all beaten up.' Jotaro concluded.
Speedwagon finished his tale just in time for Jonathan to regain his composure, standing up firmly. "Thank you... Speedwagon." And as if reading the other's worried thoughts, he quickly added, "I'm fine now." Though his voice was a tad strained, but at least his breathing wasn't all over the place.
"Hamon is life energy. If I can just get my breathing under control, then I can restore a good bit of my stamina." He nodded firmly, determination flaring up in his eyes.
'Hamon? That's the power gramps has. I was right about that energy I saw earlier, then.' Jotaro thought briefly.
"Mr. Joestar, I'm sorry it took so long to bring help." Speedwagon apologized, guilt pouring into his words, he truly felt horrible he had left Jonathan on his own to fight, and took too long to comeback, and how exhausted he was because of not having backup. Jonathan only shook his head, a silent gesture meant to tell Speedwagon 'No, do not blame yourself, my friend.'
Jonathan then turned to Jotaro, staring at him with piercing Sapphire eyes. "I was really in danger back there, but you saved me." He began, his strong and powerful accent now clear by the lack of shaky breathing, his tone was laced with shades of gratitude, excitement, joy, a tinge of curiosity.
With a higher volume of speaking, he excitedly exclaimed, "Thank you for saving my life! I am forever in your debt. My name is Jonathan Joestar. If I may ask, who are you?" His politeness shone brightly, a prime example of the finest of gentlemen.
Jotaro however, was not a prime example of a gentleman. With a gruff, he hesitated, should he mention the fact Jonathan was talking with his two times great grandson, or just plain out spit his name? The latter, of course.
"Jotaro Kujo..." He let out, hand casually waving before returning to the confines of his pockets.
Before Jonathan could boaster how nice it was to meet him, a chilling, or more like wretched, laughter broke through the air, making all three men jump and search for the sound.
"Jotaro Kujo, Jonathan Joestar, and the corpse guide, Speedwagon..." A woman, perched high on the second floor of the manor, was the owner of the shrill voice that was carrying throughout the confines of the room. "I'm going to execute you all right here!"
"Who the hell are you?" Jotaro bit back, seriously not in the mood for whatever more shit the universe was trying to throw at him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, is this the first time we've met?" Jotaro could just feel the smirk radiating off the woman in waves. "I'm one of The Nine Egyptian Gods... Mariah, the Bastet!"
"The Nine Egyptian Gods? You're one of N'doul's allies? Still, you've got some nerve to come here and take us on all alone." Or at least, Jotaro hoped she was, that way they could end this much faster.
The woman, Mariah, gave a small chuckle, which then turned to full blown out laughter. "Hoh-hoh-hoh! All alone you say?"
"Jojo! You will pay for putting Hamon to ill use!" Someone's voice called out, making Jonathan turn around abruptly at the use of his nickname.
Almost immediately, he froze up, hands locking up, breath hitched, eyes wide, mouth agape, sweat starting to break out on his forehead and neck as his gaze landed on the approaching figure, clad in white. 'No... it can't be!'
"Mr. Zeppeli...?!" His voice shook, shock and surprise evident, though Jotaro confused as to why Jonathan was suddenly all tense.
"Who...?" He asked lamely, staring at Jonathan for an answer.
But it was Speedwagon who ended up filling the blanks. "Mr. Joestar's mentor... a Hamon master!"
"Anyone who defies the Noble One is too foolish to be redeemed! I should have never taught you about Hamon in the first place!" The stranger, now identified as Zeppeli, spat out.
Jotaro could see the aura surrounding him was the name as the enemies he's encountered before, the guy was under mind control all right, and he was talking shit about the 'Noble One.'
"I-I can't believe it! Mr. Zeppeli! You're being affected by an anomaly too?!" Jonathan cried out, slight hurt affected his voice, but nonetheless he quickly stepped forward.
Speedwagon quickly caught on, he told him he couldn't possibly fight in his state, only to be met with (naturally) Jonathan's stubborn voice. "No... I must! I have to wake Mr. Zeppeli up!"
His eyes then drifted sideways to Jotaro as Mariah took a spot next to the hypnotized Zeppeli. "Jotaro," His name felt odd and heavy on his tongue, he could tell the guy was a stranger to foreign names, he added a slight 'u' after the 'Jo' and lingered on the ending 'o', but he looked at him nonetheless, "Please aid me in this battle, we must work together to defeat these foes and bring Mr. Zeppeli back!" He exclaimed, eyes practically lit with flames of determination.
All Jotaro could do was blink before shaking his head, "Yare yare..." But he strided next to Jonathan, Star Platinum already manifested behind him. It only took a few seconds, with Speedwagon backing away, for the fight to commence.
Jotaro knew that Zeppeli guy didn't have a Stand, but Mariah did, so he voiced to Jonathan that they needed to focus on him before he and Jonathan could team up to fight Mariah.
However, things would be so much easier if the guy wasn't trying to electrocute his insides every time he got close and somehow was able to dodge Star Platinum's punches while Jonathan got launched to the nearby wall when Mariah's repelling barrier hit him. He reasoned, after getting thrown back two times with Hamon force and watching Jonathan get helplessly stuck on the outlet traps after sliding down the wall because it kinda slipped his mind he can't see the traps or the actual Stand, that they should really switch it out.
Besides, you know what they say, fight fire with fire. Or, in this case, fight Hamon with Hamon and Stand with Stand.
"Jonathan! Take care of this guy. I'll deal with her."
He only got a firm nod in return before Jonathan ran to Zeppeli, blasting his fist onto the checkered tile. "Sendo Hamon Overdrive!" He yelled just as hamon began crackling onto the floor. Jotaro stepped back just in time as the sparks began shocking waves onto Zeppeli.
He then turned around, seeing Mariah running up to him. He huffed, and they soon began a dance of punches, dodges and magnetic force. He nearly stepped onto one of her traps, but he quickly side stepped, just as she tried throwing a bunch of daggers at him, but he dodged and unleashed Star Platinum on her, the barrage of punches sending her flying through the air.
Unlike the long fight with Dio and Diego, this one didn't last as long. Jonathan had managed to keep Zeppeli on the offensive, blasting his Hamon punches and techniques through every opening possible, before he managed to unleash a flair of punches so powerful they knocked him out.
As for Mariah, she had quickly gotten up from Star Platinum's attack and was fighting Jotaro again, so he and Jonathan teamed up with a combination of Hamon and Star Platinum to take her out. However, it proved to be harder than Jotaro thought.
Not because Mariah was a strong opponent, but because she kept shooting sharp things at him, while repeling him with her magnetic barrier, and Jonathan was way too gentleman-y to even try to attack her.
"I-I cannot hit a lady! It's not what a gentleman does! Please do not make me hurt you!" He would yell at her, avoiding the bolts and swords Mariah would chuck at him while she would cackle, meanwhile Speedwagon was throwing words of encouragement all around.
"Jonathan for fuck's sakes, if you could just paralize her or something then I can knock her out!" This was ridiculous, maybe Joseph wasn't exaggerating the parts about Jonathan being the epitome of kindess and honor.
In the end, despite the internal conflict, Jonathan had to bite back his moral code in order to defeat her, so he blasted Hamon onto the ground so she would just be disorientated for a few seconds. That was all Jotaro needed to finish her off with Star Platinum's fury of punches. With a shrill, she went down.
Speedwagon now beside them, all three watched Mariah and Zeppeli on the floor, breaths a mess, much like Jonathan who had gone back to clutching his injured arm.
"Gffffh!" Zeppeli cried out in pain, before standing up, swaying slightly. "I see your skills have improved a great deal... impressive! But next time we meet, I'll end this once and for all!"
Jotaro heard Jonathan mutter a small "Mr. Zeppeli..." Hurt lingering on his voice.
Soon after, Mariah followed his lead and stood up on shaky legs. "Ghggh... how dare you... you're going to regret this, you... tiny little turds!"
"What a foul language for a lady..." Jonathan muttered again, and Jotaro almost let out a chuckle. Only if the situation wasn't so serious. However, before any of them could do anything, the purple aura surronded both Zeppeli and Mariah, and as quick as they came, they disappeared.
"Mr. Zeppeli, please wait!" Jonathan cried out desperately, voice raw with emotion.
"They're gone..." Jotaro broke out the news, voice low and collected.
"I shall bring you back to normal, Mr. Zeppli... I promise..." The exhausted teen promised, more to himself than to his companions, refusing to let these evil forces mess with his friend.
"Jojo..." Speedwagon whispered gently, using his nickname, "I want you to take this. I've taken care of it up until now, but it belongs to you!" He dug around his pocket until his fingers came in contact with the small bundle. Gingerly, he proceeded to take out his Holy Corpse part, it levitated above his hand before making it's way to Jonathan, right into his open palm. He reached back and tucked it into his small leather backpack.
"Speedwagon..." Was all Jonathan could say before the pain took over, his face crunching up in discomfort, a small cry of "Urgh..." Escaping his lips before he collapsed again.
Before Jotaro could catch him, Speedwagon was already by his side in an instant. "Mr. Joestar! Are you okay?!" He placed his hand gently on the taller teen's arm, using his palm to push him back slightly and preventing him from falling face flat on the tile.
"Sorry. Seems I'm a bit tired..." He expressed tiredly, his eyelids drooping gently.
"And no wonder! You've been holding out on your own all this time!" He turned to look at Jotaro, "Jotaro, bring out the turtle! We'll have him take a rest inside." Jotaro nodded in agreement, he searched in his coat briefly, taking out the turtle in a few seconds. He placed it gently on the floor.
Hooking his arm around his shoulders, Speedwagon hoisted Jonathan up and walked slowly to the turtle, dragging an almost passed out Jonathan as the latter leaned heavily against him for support. Jotaro wondered how he didn't collapse under all that weight, after all, Jonathan was really tall and well built.
He watched as they were whisked onto the turtle, wondering how his grandpa would react to his ancestor.
He looked around briefly, giving himself a moment to think about where his next destination would be. A few minutes passed in calming silence, before his eye caught sight of another light rift. He looked at the creature by his feet, deciding it was time to go.
But before he could retract the turtle, as if irony had been reading his mind a few minutes ago, another figure emerged. "Gramps?" He asked confusedly, an eyebrow raised.
"Have you collected all the corpse parts, Jotaro?"
Jotaro ignored his question and asked instead "Why did you come out, gramps?"
"I was enjoying the sofa in there when Speedwagon came and kicked me out. "We need to let Mr. Joestar rest," he said." He then slumped his shoulders, head down. "I'm a Mr. Joestar too, you know!"
"Yare yare," Jotaro shook his head, before leaning down and grabbing the small animal, putting it inside his pocket once more. "Do you even know who that was, gramps?"
Joseph looked up at that, posture straightening up significally. "No," He put his gloved fingers to his chin, "Who was it? Some distant cousing or something? I didn't really get a good look at him, Speedwagon basically pushed me out the sofa so I headed outside."
Wow.
"Gramps, for God's sake." Jotaro almost face palmed. He looked at Joseph in the eyes as the latter stared confusedly at his grandson. "You always tell me stories about him and how awesome he is to you, and now that he's here, you think he's a long distance cousin?"
It only took five seconds for Joseph to react, and when he did, his hands flew to his cheeks, eyes wide. "OH MY GOD! Grandpa Jonathan?!"
Jotaro sighed, but nodded anyways. Joseph practically had stars in his eyes, and a small smile was beggining to form. "Jotaro Jotaro! Take out the turtle, I'm going in!"
"Hold it, old man. Jonathan's exhausted, he's been fighting for a while now, so take it easy." He looked around, he needed something to distract his grandpa so he wouldn't jostle up Jonathan's wounds. He then caught sight of the light rift he was previously looking at, it's bright light emitting by the manor's entrance. "How about we just go through the rift, and see what's up next. When we're done, you can see Jonathan."
"Aw man..." Joseph's shoulders slumped again, but he nodded sulkily anyways, following Jotaro idly to the light rift.