[GAME] Kamen rider X Jojo's bizarre adventure

[G.K.]

Prolouge: Bart and Jeana

Jeana eyed the screen of her cell phone with noticeable dismay. She knew she had to do it. It if she didn't she wouldn't get paid. "But talking to him makes my skin crawl" she'd say aloud as she contemplated chucking the phone through the window of the penthouse suite she resided in. She crept closer to the window. Admiring the view of the Vegas strip from above always gave her that extra push to do the parts of the job she hated most, And today like most days it was all she needed.

Several miles away a phone rang out from inside a man's pocket. The originally sour expression he wore stretched and twisted to form a Cheshire grin. His buck teeth were on display as he pressed the phone to his ear in anticipation.

"Hello Jeana." The man cooed into the phone's receiver. On the other end of the line Jeana put on her seductive voice. It was the same tone she used to talk hapless suiters into large purchases, or weaseling her way out of a ticket. "So what have you got for me?" Bart let out a noise which sounded like a chuckle, a grunt, and a deep exhale mixed together before his reply. Jeana could almost picture him adjusting his belt in a boastful manner as he made the noise. "Had quite the haul last night. Couple of punks though I'd be easy pickings. Boy did I show them. Got three of them right off the bat and chased down the other two. Man Jeana you should have seen me out there!"

"You mean your stand." Jeana Interrupted. "It's no skin off my ass if you wanna drop a couple of punks dear. But we only get paid if your stand does the dirty work." Jeana heard a sigh drift out of the receiver. "Same difference" Bart said defensively. Jeana let out a sigh of her own in reply and paused. She was expecting a feeble attempt at defending his previous statement. She was instead seemingly met with awkward silence. On the other end of the line Bart had cupped the phone's receiver. He did so to mask the sound of him admonishing a child that had bumped into him. As he grew louder and more irate bit of his ridiculous temper tantrum began to seep through on the other end. Jeana chocked back a hearty laugh as she imagined the cretin going red in the face in his pathetic attempt to look tough.

Her interpretation of the event was slightly off. While he had gone red in the face he'd also succeeded in genuinely frightening the boy. A primal instinct took hold of Bart as he continued to furiously berate the boy. Going as far a to raise his hand to the child in a threatening manner. Something snapped in the child and he kicked Bart's ankle as hard as he possibly could. As He cried out in pain the child turned and ran. Bart gave chase to the boy But got short of breath after fallowing for a block. At a point where Bart was about to give up Jeana could no longer contain her laughter. It rang clearly in Bart's ears in spite of the phone being gripped tightly in his clenched fist. He felt humiliated. To have Jeana laugh a him like that Made the already Furious Bart borderline homocidal.

Unfortunately for the child the mere thought of killing someone was more than enough for Bart's stand to make an appearance. Before he could think the The humanoid Chameleon lashed out at the boy with its tongue. The tip of it seemingly piecing the child's chest. As the boy collapsed Bart pulled the phone to his ears. "JEANA! OH MY GOD JEANA HELP!" Irritated, Jeana dropped her seductive tone. "What what WHAT!?. What the hell happened!?" Bart stammered and tripped over his words struggling to form a coherent sentence. "That thing wasted the kid. It killed a fucking kid Jeana!" Jeana gasped. As little as she thought of Bart she'd just assumed murdering a child was beneath him. If what she was hearing was true then Bart had just dropped down a few more pegs for her. "Where the **** are you?!" Jeana belted. Bart eventually managed to work the words out of his throat in a manner that indicated his approximate location. Jeana immediately hung up. She had other other calls to make. On a new phone. The one she was just using was sent flying into the window in front of her. Leaving a very large and noticeable crack down the center. Though you'd need binoculars to see it. Meanwhile Bart's citation went from dire to horrifying. He saw a series of Vine slide out from a group of bushes planted in the area. The snaked they're way towards the fallen child and pulled him away, out of Bart's line of sight. That was all the man could take. He spun around and took off running as fast and as hard as he possibly could. Desperately hopping he could pretend it all never happened.



Chapter 1: Enter Team Null.


The hustle and bustle of the Vegas strip wasn't hindered by the summer heat. If anything it seemed to be thriving under the bright sun. Amongst the sea of tourist were locals. Most of whom were either working in one of the many of hotels and casino's nearby, or part of a seeder element. Con-Artists, Prostitutes, and other criminal elements were peppered into the crowds drifting up and down the street. From the bus stop he sat at Antonio eyed the passing crowed carefully. Watching and waiting for a very specific face. He glanced down at the small cellular phone gripped loosely in his right hand. He flipped it open and after a series of button presses found himself staring down at a picture of his target. Bart Gibson. A known
"Collections agent" for an infamous loan shark. As he scrolled down on the screen he found a small bit of information about the criminal. A few known contacts and a rough estimate of the areas he works in. Antonio's heart was racing. This would be his first time confronting another stand user. Though nervous He was confident in his own stand and the information given to him through the phone. He'd learned a great deal about the inner workings of stands and their use through messages sent to the phone he held. An item given to him by B.O.A.R.D. operatives during their first and only meeting.

He flipped over to another page. It featured a small bit of information about each of his teammates and their stands. This would be his first official meeting with them. Antonio wondered If they'd received the same indirect training that he had. Would they be as eager to complete their mission as he was? He couldn't help but question the logic of his superiors in this citation. Having them meet in what would be his first battle against another stand user didn't seem wise.

His pondering was cut off suddenly. Glanced up at a commotion happening across the street. There stood his target. Bart Gibson. Screaming at a group of tourists. Based on what the stumpy and buck toothed man was screaming one of the tourist had looked at him the wrong way. The group turned and started walking away from the obviously crazy man. Unfortunately for them Gibson fallowed.

Antonio realized he could use this to his advantage. He mashed a series of buttons on his phone eventually setting up a text message to be sent to his teammates who were also located somewhere in the area. The message was brief. It contained the street Bart was currently on and the direction he was heading in fallowed by where they should meet, an alley way formed by a construction site next to the Monte Carlo hotel. The construction workers were out for the moment and it would be an ideal place to capture Bart and his stand without being Seen. He thought back to the codename given to their team. "Null" Because in the eyes of the world and all but a handful of B.O.A.R.D. members they didn't exist. Capturing Bart and neutralizing his stand wouldn't be enough. They would have to do so with as little collateral damage and physical evidence as possible.

(OCC: A little rushed but I really wanted to get this thing up and running )

 

[Demetrivamp]

Keith had awoke at the crack of dawn, knowing it was going to be the first day of his hellish life. While scrambling the eggs and making coffee, Keith sighed as he was digging around left and right throughout his studio apartment's kitchen looking for his spatula. The search was lasting far to long, as his eggs were starting to burn and he just shouted," Hold the line!" Keith's stand had appeared and on the kitchen counter his stand had drawn out a spatula. After the drawing was finished Keith finally just began scooping up his eggs with the triangle shaped spatula, before letting out a deep sigh from losing his concentration," Jeez to think I'd lose focus that much to screw up a simple shape...man I have to get better at this." With that said Keith headed into the bedroom with his work closed laid out on the bed, and he quickly changed before picking up his car key and heading out.

Driving in his beat up mustang, Keith was wondering what the other team members were like, but also he just couldn't truly care just as long as he wasn't sitting in a cold jail cell, rotting away. Keith was heading towards the rendezvous site when he suddenly got a text from one of his teammates Antonio. While driving through the city streets Keith was using his stand to steer the wheel of his car while he text with his left hand, and with his right hand and his stand's hand drew out a knife and six shot revolver.

After heading to the ally where they were supposed to meet, Keith had his gun in hand and the knife on his shoulder in its pouch before seeing Antonio. Keith walked up and put his gun away before saying," So you must be Antonio? It is nice to meet ya and all, but we still have this Bart guy to worry about, so introductions are going to have to be short. Lets hope this third guy shows up, because we have some scum to wipe off of the world." Keith leaned against the wall of one of the buildings in the ally and then put his gun in hand encase it was needed, while he lit a cigarette with his off hand," So Mr. Ramirez do ya believe this is going to be a very easy mission or will it be tough? I'm not much of a complainer, but ya know they did shove me on this team for a reason, and why that is I just have no idea cause you see I'm just a bartender with blood on my hands, and B.O.A.R.D. has mailed me letters with black stamps if ya know what I mean? Just wish I could simply use my powers to be lazy at work, then to catch criminals..." Keith would stay silent after the final sentence, as they waited for their third teammate.

 

[Icefish]

Further up the strip, Salvatore was engaged in a staring contest with Elvis Presley. To be more precise, it was a statue of him in the wax museum. Salvatore slowly moved around the statue, keeping his eyes locked firmly with the effigy's. Another guest, a woman in a green dress, moved up beside him. "Are you a fan?" she asked. Salvatore shook his head. "Not really. I find most music to be distracting." The two stood there in silence for a minute or two before she spoke again.

"Aren't these statues amazing? They're so lifelike!"
"Quite the contrary. I think they're terrifying."

The woman gave him a confused look. Salvatore finally turned his gaze away from the statue and towards his conversation partner. "Just look at it. The sculpt is perfect- too perfect. The human body has so many minute imperfections...and the skin. Dear lord, the skin. Look at it, that shine. No human flesh, no matter how dolled up with makeup or special effects, would ever look like that. No...I look at this, and I see something completely inhuman." The woman looked at the statue for a moment, then turned back to Salvatore. "I thought they looked good." He gave a dismissive snort. "Of course you would. You're not-" He was cut off by the chime of his phone. A quick check revealed it to be from Antonio. It had the location of the current target, as well as the location where they were supposed to meet up. Salvatore slid the phone back into his pocket and started making his way towards the exit. "Wait!" the woman cried out. "I'm not what?" Salvatore turned back to her with a scornful look and adjusted his glasses. "You're not me."

Moments later he was outside. He squinted for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight. The rendezvous point was a few blocks up the strip. He considered calling for a cab, but decided it wasn't worth it. One of the downsides to this town was the traffic and the sometimes roundabout routes one had to take. Instead, he settled on a comfortable jog- fast enough to save some time, but not enough to draw undue attention to himself. Besides, the exercise would help warm him up for what was to come.

The trip took him a little over fifteen minutes. It would have been a bit shorter, but some fool had decided to try some street performance, forcing Salvatore to navigate through an unexpected crowd. He rounded the final corner and saw the other two waiting for him. One seemed fairly nondescript, which Salvatore supposed was fitting for someone in their line of work. The other was smoking. Salvatore was less pleased by that- he found smoke to be irritating and distracting. Still, he wasn't too concerned- after all, he had dealt with far worse in the past. "So," Salvatore said as he approached the others, "is this it? Just us three?"

 

[G.K.]

Antonio noted the weapons Keith was carrying as he approached. If there was one thing he could say about the man right off the bat, It's that he was definitely ready for a fight. As Keith introduced himself Antonio thought to offer a handshake, But either he was too slow or Keith was too fast for him to do so before they'd gone past the subject of introductions. He listened as Keith continued about their mission and then after a cigarette his implication of being blackmailed. Antonio stood silent. Not wanting to believe the organization he'd romanticized as a secret police for stand users would be unlawful.

"Well....." was all he could work out of his brain into words. His mind was being pulled in two different directions. To the left was Kieth's implications and to the right was the mission the two were currently on. The right would eventually win out as the sound of their third team mate broke the noticeable silence.

"So, is this it? Just us three?"

Antonio's reply of "At least for now" was fallowed by him raising his hand up suddenly. A nondescript gesture to his new team mates and seemingly himself to remain quiet for a moment. Among the large crowd of people walking up and down the street were a set of vaguely familiar voices. If Antonio's guess was right then it was the group of tourists accosted by Gibson. An infinitely more distinctive voice steadily grew closer.

"Hey you. Just calling to say I was in the area. You wanna........what do you mean no?"

Now several feet away from where team null lied it wait, Antonio confirmed it to be the voice of Bart Gibson. His teammates would notice a change in his expression. A strained look formed and he attempted to concentrate. A sound similar to a jet engine winding up soon fallowed. This was a strange phenomena which accompanied him trying to manifest his stand without calling out it's name. The moment it had fully formed it flew out just far enough to grab Bart. After pulling him into the alley its drove a fist into his face, Sending him flying through a wall of plastic several feet away. The sound of his phone clattering against pavement echoed a way's behind him.

Close to thirty seconds later Bart clumsily crawled through the hole he'd created. He attempted to cry out in protest but found himself unable to open his mouth. Through the eyes of a non-stand user there would appear to be nothing wrong. However, Those with stands would see what looked like a steel plate bolted over Gibson's mouth. Muffling his ability to speak.

"Disturbing the peace" Antoino paused and sniffed the air around Gibson " And from the smell of it. Public intoxication. That'll only give us a few seconds"

As these events transpired something was leering down at the 4 men from scaffolding two stories up. If one stared up there really hard they might notices something usual. A transparent shape just hanging in the air. When and if it moved The shape would become more visible but still hard to track. It's arrival was masked by the sounds of Bart being attacked and his muffled screams afterward. It was his own stand. Karma Chameleon. The creature was always near Bart. Watching and waiting. It was the malice of it's user that caused the stand to take action.

Without warning the creature's transparent cloak faded as it opened it's mouth. The Chameleon's tongue fired out of it like a cannon ball. Its tongue snaked around a pillar in front of the scaffolding it stood upon. The tip of it's tongue grazed the metal beam slightly, Producing a noticeable scraping noise as it honed in on Antonio. Through the eyes of his stand, Antonio caught sight of the attack fast enough stumble out of it's way. The tip of Chameleon's tongue crashed into the ground producing a noticeable thunk. Antonio struggled to his feet as the tongue rapidly retracted. He looked around in nearly every direction in a panic.

"What the hell was that?!"

His protest was fallowed by the sounds of footsteps moving across the scaffolding and then silence as it jumped off. There was a quiet thump several feet away from where the group stood. It's tongue lashed out again this time from behind Salvatore.

 

[Demetrivamp]

Keith chuckled at how it seemed like the third dude was complaining it was just the three of us, and he spoke up,

" Ya dude sorry I think with the skill level of all of us, they couldn't find military trained stand users."

Keith would then react to the tongue crashing into the ground shouting, and firing a couple of shots off towards the smoke,

" What the hell was that?! Hold the Line!"

Keith's stand would appear as he then waited with his gun held out, and reloading it with his stand's ability, but as he walked towards the smoke with his stand's blade drawn and ready, Keith felt his fight or flight instincts take in. The true test of Keith's preparation for this squad was tested when the stand's tongue lashed out towards Salvatore. Keith would move his hand in a straight line as his stand drew out a steel cable, and hurl it around the stand's tongue, and Keith would shout,

" Third guy! Hurry up and kill the thing already!"

Keith would shout as his stand was holding back Karma Chameleon with the cable around his tongue.

 

[Icefish]

For a moment, Salvatore stood there dumbstruck. Karma Chameleon's sudden appearance and attack, as well as the appearance of his new teammates' stands, had taken him by surprise. After all, this was the first time he had seen stands other than his own. A flicker of doubt raced through his mind. Even with his stand, was he out of his league?

"Third guy! Hurry up and kill the thing already!"

The words snapped Salvatore out of his stupor and back into the here and now. In a moment he had regained his composure. "Right. I DO have a name, you know." If Keith had a retort, Salvatore didn't hear it. He was now focused on the stand before him. "Well, it's my first time seeing another stand. I wonder if they'll let me study you after we're done here?" He snapped his fingers and pointed at Karma Chameleon, his thumb and index fingers taking the shape of a gun. "Oi, you. Get out here."

The same jet sound filled the air as the fedora-wearing stand appeared beside Salvatore. In one hand it held a black handgun, which it aimed at the enemy stand, mirroring Salvatore's own pose. "I don't take kindly to people trying to stab me in the back like that. If you're going to try and kill me, have the guts to do it to my face." Salvatore smirked. "Keep that in mind for your next life." He shoot his gun hand, miming the recoil of a firing gun. His stand opened fire with its own gun, peppering the enemy with bullets.

 

[G.K.]

For a moment the creatures tongue whipped around in the air. Flailing violently as Salvatore's stand manifested. Light would occasionally glint off the tip of it's tongue possibly revealing something attached to it.

Rather than try to pull it's tongue back, The creature jumped forward, using it's own tongue to pull itself towards Keith faster than it could have ran in that direction. It had managed to keep itself alive by doing this. The kill shots fired by Salvatore's stand now merely grazed the creature. Producing small but noticeable cuts across its flesh. As it neared Keith the slack in the line created by the reduced distance allowed the creature to free itself from Keith's binding. It shifted it's weight towards the right. doing this allowed it to fly past Keith and onto the wall of the Monte Carlo hotel. It activated it's cloaking once more. Salvatore and Kieth would briefly hear it skittering across the wall till the sound of it's movement were overpowered by the hustle and bustle of the Vegas strip.

As those events transpired, The effects of Antonio's stand had warn off and Bart started screaming for help. The young man willed his stand to lift up the would be thug and punched him across the face. It's ability didn't take hold this time but the force of the blow rendered Gibson unconscious. Antonio turned to face the others only see Karma Chameleon go sailing through the air between himself and Keith.

Beneath their line of sight was a small trail leading from where the creature launched it's second attack to where it was before it seemingly disappeared. Small drops of blood formed a path to the wall of the Monte Carlo leading to the overhang of hotel's the front entrance. The sound of cars parking, starting up and moving in and out of the driveway masked the sound of the creatures movements as it attempted to regroup from team Null's attack.

 

[Icefish]

Salvatore sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. That certainly hadn't gone quite according to plan. He had injured the stand, but that was it. Now it was hidden, with only a small trail of blood to follow. Salvatore's stand faded away as he turned to the others. One of his eyebrows perked up in confusion as he gazed at the hole in the wall. "Forgive me if I'm wrong," he said, "but wasn't the point of this to prevent damages like that?"

Salvatore didn't bother waiting for an answer. Instead, he walked over to the blood trail and gave it a closer inspection. It certainly was blood, though something about it seemed a bit off. Can stands even bleed? he wondered to himself. In any event, right now they needed to follow their wounded prey...but its camouflage abilities, combined with the sheer size of the building and number of possible hiding spots, made that much harder than it sounded. "Okay then, what now?"

 

[Demetrivamp]

Keith was shocked how smart this giant lizard was, and how he could just figure out ways to escape and was shocked how it could move even when its user was unconscious. When the beast had escaped and Salvatore spoke of damage prevention and it just made Keith smirk before speaking," You do know we just got in a fight with a giant lizard in a ally right? Have you never seen a Godzilla movie?" Keith would laugh to himself before letting out a deep sigh as he tried to figure out things.

While looking at the blood and the damage, Keith was just shocked at how things turned out. Keith would kick Bart over onto his stomach and put his hands behind his back, and used his stand's power to create a pair of handcuffs with no keyhole. After hearing Salvatore ask about their next step, Keith would begin to think to himself," When I fought against Eli's stalker, I do remember that he hit my stand but it still left a bruise on me." Keith would then shout," That's It!" With his snub nose revolver in hand he would grab Bart by the collar of his shirt and hold his gun to the back of his head," Pretty simple what we do next...I blow his brains out and then the lizard will die, and are mission will be finished." Keith would say with a grin on his face.

 

[G.K.]

"Wait!" Antonio Dashed towards Keith and shoved him away from Gibson. He knelt closer to the unconscious goon. He glared at him for a moment then trailed off towards the drops of blood left by the monster. Antonio's expression changed suddenly. A look of worry and concerned formed on his face. Using his stand he flipped Bart over and ripped open his shirt. Causing buttons to go flying in every direction. Antonio eyed the bare chested Gibson quietly and then ran his hand up and down his exposed pectorals. Completely oblivious to how weird it all looked to his teammates.

"Theres no holes" He wondered aloud and he turned to face his partners. Antonio willed his stand to drive a punch into the concrete beneath them. It left a crack in the pavement and a few noticeable scrapes across his stands fist. The damage his stand received transfered instantaneously to Antonio's knuckles. He stared at his damaged hand then back towards Gibson. His eyes floated over towards his team mates before displaying his injury.

"That stand. Is it even his?!"

Unbeknown to team null, A woman ran franticly down the Vegas strip. She had a small cell phone clutched to her ear as she dashed past the Excalibur hotel. She'd heard sounds of battle between Gibson's stand and the three strangers through the receiver of Bart's phone. She looked around franticly as she ran. Hoping for some indicator of where her meat ticket had ended up. She stopped suddenly as she passed the Monte Carlo hotel, There was the briefest hint of an echo through her phone. She came to a halt and then move forward slowly. She switched it's setting to speaker Allowing the increasing feedback between the two phone to guide her to Bart. This eventually led her to the alleyway where team null stood. She hugged a nearby wall. Removing herself from their line of sight She heard one of them questioning then nature of another stand and tried to listen in.

"Regardless of who it belongs to we gotta find that stand. That thing can't be allowed sneak around unchecked. It's too dangerous!" He looked towards where he saw the creature last, Then turned towards Salvatore and Keith. How do you guys wanna do this. We gotta make sure This guy stays put while we Take out that runaway stand.

A sly smile crept across The woman's lips. She could lie and wait for an opportune time to ambush them. When Bart's stand eventually reappeared she would strike with her own stand. the odds would be against them but they had the element of surprise on their side.