1: All the flowers would have very extra special powers
[At this point, Jotaro feels like he's used to weird. People acting weird? Cultural differences. People acting weird and the world is partially devoid of color? Probably an enemy Stand user. The world is partially devoid of color and the flowers are talking? Definitely an enemy Stand user. Or, you know, any other weird paranormal phenomena, but until he actually talks to somebody he's gonna go with what he knows.
Either way, the flowers are starting to piss him off. The insults he can handle--when you spend all your time socializing with delinquents, a certain amount of fielding and countering insults is to be expected. The compliments, on the other hand, remind him of the girls at home trying to butter him up, and that's something Jotaro doesn't care to deal with. In between all the colorless flowers' insults he keeps hearing someone gushing about his clothes or his body or his earrings or his eyes, and it's just so annoying.
Finally he can't take it anymore. He whirls around to yell the last flower to compliment him.] Shut the hell up, you shitty Alice in Wonderland reject!
[Aaaand then he realizes someone saw him. Great. With a muttered "gimme a break", his posture relaxes in embarrassment. Are you gonna give him shit or what?]
4: All my friends expired last Tuesday
[Jotaro touches the flowers, curious and unafraid, and suddenly finds himself thinking of Star Platinum winding up and launching Iggy at their enemy in the distance. Iggy was only a little Boston terrier, but Jotaro had known he would be fine--his Stand was powerful in its simplicity and his survival instincts were clearly sharp--so he'd been able to enjoy the harmless delight of watching watching him rocket into the distance.
He remembers the joy of Kakyoin rejoining the group in Cairo at the last minute, sunglasses over his scarred eyes and the brief, gut-twisting moment of guilt and sympathy when Kakyoin acted like he'd never see again, because he was a bastard like that.
He remembers Avdol offering his deck of tarot cards, the strange sense of rightness as Avdol used the card Jotaro drew to name his Stand, to explain what Star Platinum represented within him. He'd felt recognized, and comfortable with that recognition for the first time in a long time.
The pang of fresh grief hangs over his memories, but whoever's lucky enough to get stuck eavesdropping on his memories at least doesn't have to see the bodies.]
5: Wildcard
[Anything else! Feel free to tag with prose if you prefer, I'll match.]
Kujo Jotaro | JJBA
[At this point, Jotaro feels like he's used to weird. People acting weird? Cultural differences. People acting weird and the world is partially devoid of color? Probably an enemy Stand user. The world is partially devoid of color and the flowers are talking? Definitely an enemy Stand user. Or, you know, any other weird paranormal phenomena, but until he actually talks to somebody he's gonna go with what he knows.
Either way, the flowers are starting to piss him off. The insults he can handle--when you spend all your time socializing with delinquents, a certain amount of fielding and countering insults is to be expected. The compliments, on the other hand, remind him of the girls at home trying to butter him up, and that's something Jotaro doesn't care to deal with. In between all the colorless flowers' insults he keeps hearing someone gushing about his clothes or his body or his earrings or his eyes, and it's just so annoying.
Finally he can't take it anymore. He whirls around to yell the last flower to compliment him.] Shut the hell up, you shitty Alice in Wonderland reject!
[Aaaand then he realizes someone saw him. Great. With a muttered "gimme a break", his posture relaxes in embarrassment. Are you gonna give him shit or what?]
4: All my friends expired last Tuesday
[Jotaro touches the flowers, curious and unafraid, and suddenly finds himself thinking of Star Platinum winding up and launching Iggy at their enemy in the distance. Iggy was only a little Boston terrier, but Jotaro had known he would be fine--his Stand was powerful in its simplicity and his survival instincts were clearly sharp--so he'd been able to enjoy the harmless delight of watching watching him rocket into the distance.
He remembers the joy of Kakyoin rejoining the group in Cairo at the last minute, sunglasses over his scarred eyes and the brief, gut-twisting moment of guilt and sympathy when Kakyoin acted like he'd never see again, because he was a bastard like that.
He remembers Avdol offering his deck of tarot cards, the strange sense of rightness as Avdol used the card Jotaro drew to name his Stand, to explain what Star Platinum represented within him. He'd felt recognized, and comfortable with that recognition for the first time in a long time.
The pang of fresh grief hangs over his memories, but whoever's lucky enough to get stuck eavesdropping on his memories at least doesn't have to see the bodies.]
5: Wildcard
[Anything else! Feel free to tag with prose if you prefer, I'll match.]