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Sure, you're welcome to make a JoJo (but not a Joestar/Kujo/etc.)
Go for it! The story will be original and not linked to canon events, so it won't spoil actual JoJo.


Perfect! Now to check in with the rest of the party.

@Lord Orgasmo@MadManMoon@1Charak2@knifeman You guys got any opinions on that extra information I put up a while ago? Especially the bit about supernatural things aside from Stands.

In any case, four is a good size for a party! One or two more would be welcome at most.
Normal Citizen of Patience

Residential District Streets, searching for a place to eat




"I certainly didn't expect everyone to be so friendly... I could see righteousness within each of them. As warriors, I'm sure I could defeat Saber or Lancer, Archer would be a bigger challenge, and I don't know about Caster."

Saber openly walked about with his Master, wearing his new modern outfit. He nodded, smiled, and waved, to French citizens as they passed. Even if he didn't count the hundreds of years between his death and now, it had been a long time since he had felt like one of the common people. Because of that, the smiles he gave them were more than genuine.

"Gaining allies is good, but we will ultimately have to defeat most of the Servants in the city- it would be best to choose from among those who are willing to cooperate with us, rather than move back and forth with no commitment."

He stopped and gazed at a restaurant to his left. It was small, probably owned and run by a family who lived in an apartment above it. An available table for two was visible just inside the window. Saber nudged Cleo, bringing her attention to the option for their morning meal. "Anyway, are you going to join me tonight? I admit it was comforting to not be stressing about your safety while I fought, but you can probably beat some enemy Masters if you come out."



Hungry Head (@King Cosmos)
Alright! Our party right now is @Lord Orgasmo, @MadManMoon, and @1Charak2. I wouldn't mind one or two more, but this is a good time to check in and see what you guys are interested in doing.

We're probably looking at a modern or near-modern setting, and a race or search that takes you from place to place, as seen in parts 2, 3, 5, and 7. The focus will be Stand abilities, but does anyone have an interest in any of the other elements of JoJo? (Hamon, Vampires, Spin)
Hero of Patience

Latin District, by the River Seine




"I understand."

When Rider moved to stop the incoming blade, he would find that his own movements were a tiny bit slower than expected, and although his block was successful, the sword ended up slightly closer to him than he might have been anticipating. That strange slowness, however, disappeared as he completed his defensive maneuver and began attacking.

This, of course, was the effect of Saber's crimson blade. He could clearly see that it had begun to take effect on his opponent, although it seemed that the man he was up against was particularly skilled in "defensive fighting" to the point where the vulnerability he had inflicted was no issue, at least for the moment. Still, the slight downgrade Rider had received only allowed Saber more time to guard against the attack made in response.

The last swing of Sauvagine had been a maneuverable one, in preparation for the broader movements of the spear. Saber clasped both hands onto the hilt swung his sword at the shaft to deflect the thrust, ducking his head in the opposite direction to be doubly sure he wasn't struck. From there, Lancer would likely be a bit surprised to see that while he was backing up to regain the advantage of his reach, Saber was doing the exact same thing. He stopped at a point a few feet beyond the range of the spear, weapon still at the ready.

"I'm very impressed! Your dexterity and courage are commendable. Having experienced your abilities, I'm ready to hear you out. Speak up!"

He didn't particularly trust Rider's Master, who had made light of their duel and tried to seduce him, but he accepted the pair as a single package, and the respect he had for this eastern fighter was enough to erase his misgivings about the magus.



Commanding Contact (@King Cosmos), Diplomacy Duo (@Indra@The World), and Spectating Shooters (@Red Alice@Phonic)
Hero of Patience

Latin District, by the River Seine




The Sword of Cruelty put a crack in Rider's armour, and bit less than an inch into his flesh. Nonetheless, Saber watched with respect as his enemy moved gracefully to minimize the damage. This man was obviously a hero with great talent in evasion and defence, and although he had made a misstep, he had expertly recovered from it.

Nonetheless, Sauvagine had landed a hit, and even if that hit was minor it still allowed for some amount of absorption. Given the minor nature of the damage, it wasn't a large amount, and it certainly wasn't something Rider would notice until Saber launched his next attack. Nonetheless, the crimson armour and Rider's body both became a bit more brittle, and the eastern fighter's ability to block and evade was reduced slightly.

"A second opportunity like that? I wouldn't expect you to. You shine brilliantly as a spearman, and I can see the righteousness is your eyes."

Rider was moving back, but Saber wasn't about to sacrifice the ground he had gained within the spear's reach. A few bounding steps brought him in pursuit of the enemy as he backed away, keeping himself at short a range in which swinging a longer weapon around would be somewhat uncomfortable. Moving to Rider's left flank. Saber swung his weapon horizontally with his right hand in a small and maneuverable arc towards his shoulder.

"Master, I'm beginning to see what this hero is made of." He spoke through the mental link he shared with Cleo, "I'm sure I could defeat him or drive him off, but he's still open to a dialogue. I leave the decision to you- though keep in mind we've already committed ourselves to a warband. If their goal is to set up a base in this section of Paris, I don't think it would be wise to allow that."



Commanding Contact (@King Cosmos), Battle Bunch (@Indra@The World), and Spectating Shooters (@Red Alice@Phonic)
Hero of Patience

Latin District, by the River Seine




Saber had already become accustomed to this warrior's swiftness. He had no misconceptions about the rate at which he could react. His own ability to adapt was high, however. In all his life, he had not once been left stunned by an opponent's abilities, and the same held true in his undeath as a Servant. The instant Rider began to lift himself from the ground, Saber understood what was happening and removed the "commitment" from his swing. Since it would fail to connect, there was no need to follow through.

Perhaps the hand-to-hand talent from his Bravery played a part, but in any case the kick his foe launched was something Saber was capable of foreseeing and responding to. As Rider extended his leg, it would meet empty air, with its target having lowered his stance and moved scarcely two feet back. The extended limb passed in front of Saber's face like a bullet train, scattering the air enough to perhaps disturb Rider's Master as she stood at the edge of the battle. Even before that leg was halfway extended, though, Saber brought down his red-iron blade with one hand in an effort to slice through the thigh.

If Rider continued as planned after this attack and vaulted over Saber's head, the paladin would leap into the air without hesitation. Launching oneself with a pole required the pole to be extended for a moment away from them. In battle, a wide swing that struck nothing created the opening for a counterattack. That being the case, Saber would deliver a triad of quick thrusts to his enemy's chest, belly, and right shoulder while the longer weapon was stuck in its follow-through. He would move backwards at the same rate as Rider tried to get behind him, as if to say do you really want to expose yourself by flying past me?



Battle Bunch (@Indra@The World) and Spectating Shooters (@Red Alice@Phonic)
Hi there! What I have for you today is a game heavily inspired by JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. I'll be your GM.

When I say heavily inspired I mean to say that there'll be Stand abilities, supernatural beings, mystical artifacts, and hopefully some horrific wardrobe choices. It's worth noting, though, that this adventure won't specifically take place in the canon JoJo setting, so I won't be allowing any of the big canon names (someone with the nickname JoJo is fine, but limit of one in the party), and I can't guarantee the presence of arrows either.

Players will be a small group of Stand users and similar types on a journey across the world. You'll be up against a series of enemy Stand users, played mostly by me. You're welcome to introduce your character as a villain and then join the party after being defeated, though you'd run a small risk of outright getting killed. Be careful. Fights will be a matter of creativity, smarts, and the rule of cool.

This is obviously somewhat lacking in specifics, especially given all the different things JoJo can bring to mind depending on which part you're thinking of (personally I'm focusing on the vibes of parts 3, 4, and 7), but I'd like to see if anyone takes to this general idea before banging out more details, taking your tastes into account.
Hero of Patience

Latin District, by the River Seine




So, his opponent had sharp eyes as well. Judging the point where Saber would land and moving out of the way was no easy thing, displaying great swiftness and battle-sense on the part of this red-armoured fighter. An eastern hero, by the looks of him.

"You're quick. A Lancer, are you?"

He landed just where Rider had been standing a moment ago. From the damage done to the ground beneath Saber's feet, it was obvious that Rider would be in a sorry state had he stayed where he was. The paladin stood still for a moment, as his foe lowered his weapon and the magus spoke of an alliance. She was obviously trying to cloud his mind with desire, but he was too focused for such things. He stood silent for a moment as he received Cleo's decision, and nodded to himself.

"As my Master commands. I'll be happy to listen to the words of someone who can last a few minutes against me."

The dent Saber had made in the road only got bigger as he pushed off from the ground. Closing the distance that lay between them now was nothing compared to the tremendous leap from a moment ago. The enemy was carrying a spear against his sword, which meant he would have a hard time at the edge of the longer weapon's reach, but he'd have greater maneuverability if he could get within a few feet of Rider. He aimed to enter a close distance where swinging a spear would be awkward, and placed himself on his opponent's left side, standing in the way of the eastern direction they had been travelling.

Where was this Saber's weapon? To the enemy, it would be unclear for a moment as he obscured it with his body and moved with the finesse of a one-on-one combat expert. Unexpectedly, he brought his crimson-tinted blade in an upwards slash at "Lancer's" torso. Every misstep on his opponent's part would afford him another step inside of the spear's reach. Another step towards victory.



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