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I had never really talked much to what I liked to call the extended Joestar family. Jotaro would occasionally visit on account of his daughter living in the US-- but a lot of his time was spent abroad studying his marine biology or whatever. Josuke I would see even less. He lived in Japan in a small town where I was once discovered by my father. I'm supposed to be meeting him today to discuss my father's business, a move pressured by board members despite the crushing grief we have been feeling. | I had never really talked much to what I liked to call the extended Joestar family. Jotaro would occasionally visit on account of his daughter living in the US-- but a lot of his time was spent abroad studying his marine biology or whatever. Josuke I would see even less. He lived in Japan in a small town where I was once discovered by my father. I'm supposed to be meeting him today to discuss my father's business, a move pressured by board members despite the crushing grief we have been feeling. | ||
"Hey sis!" Josuke said with the most cheerful tone he could manage. "Hi," I said as I came through the door and sat at the table. "How are you holding up?" I thought about how honest I should be. "Not great." Josuke silently nodded as he sat down next to her. "I'm sorry we have to do this today, of all days." He tapped his fingers on the table. "The Speedwagon Foundation pushed back hard on it, but the board members insisted." I returned his silent nod as a stared down at the table. | |||
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a strange band of colors leaking through the window. I looked over to it, puzzled, and Josuke quickly took notice too. Without warning, the entire room became bathed in a bright yellow light, as the rainbow bands of colors began to wash over and warp the objects in the room. As if a glitch in a video game, objects in the room began to pop in and out as the walls re-textured themselves. | |||
"Crazy Diamond!!" Josuke yelled as he stumbled to his feet. But almost as if on cue, the room went dead quiet. We were now in what appeared to be a living room, the cold corporate white walls replaced with a warm orange. | |||
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