Omake 52: Dio meets the Jojos (Jolyne)
“So, you are like the bastard that ordered Pucci to mess things up in my time?”
“A version of him, yes,” I replied calmly, the girl’s irritation surprisingly matching her father’s to a degree but being less intense and more open on dialogue from the way she eased at this response. “Alas, I am already familiar with Pucci due to a few situations back in the States.”
Jolyne was what I could describe as Jotaro Lite… to an extent. I would say there was also a calm and social grasp which she inherited from her mother and, maybe, grandmother. It was the way she seemed to engage in dialogues, being the abrupt force that asked questions and then started to punch- a clear opposite approach to her father’s own method of dealing with a situation.
I believe I could see why Jotaro was nonetheless proud of his child. The girl was clever, and even though I couldn’t fully perceive her Stand, I could tell it was at an incredibly advanced stage. To make a comparison, Josuke was the one that had the least experience in using his own during Part 4, while Jolyne beated him to it by having her Stand in the span of a few days. And her proficiency was nothing short of impressive. She matured a lot for the sake of her duties but… it was all for naught. Pucci wasn’t Dio, and his plans worked ‘as intended’. Then I know how it ended, and how it all led me to this situation.
The two Giornos and Josuke were quick to interact with the new ‘youngster’ in the group, with Joseph whining and complaining he was considered a ‘relic’ and an old man. Technically, he was one to them, but I guess he expected some sort of special treatment despite that. I suppose he found the idea of being stuck with his grandfather, granduncle and ‘ungrateful’ grandson sure set him up for a gloomy mood.
Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.
Jonathan was there to pat his back and try to be helpful, while Jotaro was giving me a cold look as he was trying to put pieces together on why this Pucci was also ‘my’ fault. I didn’t say anything, preferring to see things from ‘above’ and without distractions. I was now getting the grip that this situation was driven by someone that had the power to warp reality in such a way that none of our powers or Stands could take note of. Which was impressive since I expected my son’s Stand to have an extra grasp on those sorts of matters.
Still, this kind of trouble was caused by someone which could bypass the need to leave a dimensional trace while warping reality. I looked around, touching the nearby wall and… felt something about this place felt unreal. As if it wasn’t entrenched within reality as it should and- and it didn’t make any sense to me. It was nothing close to what Vins or Pucci could pull from their hats of tricks, and I could tell this had to be some ‘external’ issue working things from beyond the dimensional boundaries.
On itself, this assumption was nothing short of jarring: if this entity could interact beyond dimensions, then I had reasons to believe there was a single possible individual that could have led to this mess and I was hoping it wasn’t the case. If it was indeed the case, then I would have a clear view of this issue at the end of this ‘cameos’. If the last Jojo getting called in was who I think it was, then the situation was more messed up than I needed it to be.
As I continued with my musings, I felt something was different one moment later as we all paused at the noise of hooves clapping on the floor and we all turned to see a guy sitting on top of a… horse? And with a finger aimed at us as a gun, a familiar silvery sphere forming in front of his fingertips.
“Okay, punks, where’s Gyro and where the hell am I?!”
Would you look at that, Jojo? Here's your ‘American’ cripple version over there.