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TESTRUNNING POST

[RYSLIG ARRIVAL - V. 1]

"Kgh...KACK..."

He was coughing.

It didn't quite register right away that this meant he was breathing. Jonathan was too busy coughing salt water from his stinging lungs, his arms and body covered extensively with scratches and cuts. There was sand under his hands though, he realized. The ocean water was lapping against him, and there was sand. How odd though, Jonathan thought. After all, a moment ago...

...

A moment ago he was dead. "...Wasn't I dying?" He thought to no one in particular, eyes blinking away the dust of sleep as he forced himself to his feet. Jonathan looked over his hands, the fog around him swirling about. "I was attacked, and..."

Hands flew to his neck, feeling for wounds that were not there. His eyes wide as he looked around, he felt his breathing- so well controlled, normally- fly from control. That's right. He had been dying. Dio had attacked, striking his throat and crippling his ripple and-

Calm yourself. Jonathan swallowed, and Breathed, steadying his focus. Calm. Calm...bring the breathing back into...

....

His breath was steady, but the sensation of the ripple was still gone.

Though it remained steady, Jonathan's thoughts continued to whirl. Had he somehow healed himself after he blacked out, so certain it would be the last time he closed his eyes? Had he somehow survived both that and the explosion, only to lose that power he had worked to master? Only to float...

Here?

...

Dio's head-

"Mngh- If someone were to find Dio, even in this state...He could easily kill them!" Jonathan realized, rushing along the beach. He couldn't be far...He held that man's head so tightly after all, he couldn't..!

"Where..." But then where was he?! "Where-!"

And Where was this!?

[RYSLIG ARRIVAL - V.2]

When he began to regain consciousness, he could feel fabric. Wrapped tightly around his arms and chest, and then buried under another layer of it. His eyes slowly opened and it was to brilliant, almost blinding light.

It caught him so off guard he almost forgot about what he last remembered. For that short, sweet moment until then he looked over the surroundings and himself. It was almost like a hospital- almost, he thought, because of how brilliant it all seemed. Almost snow white, the walls were- his bed metal, and the table beside it similar. He half expected to be greeted with similar light at the windows- but the curtains were drawn tightly, so tightly that not a drop of light could possibly pass through.

And the bandages! So many! He hadn't seen himself so injured since-

"...DIO-!"

The shout escaped without thought- and mind reeling, his hands went to his throat. He could speak- he could breathe, yet somehow he could not feel the vibrations of the ripple through his being. Had he been permanently injured, in the explosion of the ship? He supposed that in itself would be a miracle, given he had expected to die.

But then where was Dio? And where was this for that matter? No hospital in England could have possibly looked so clean, but how far must he have been carried by the water then? He had been so certain of his death too...the fading sounds of Dio's desperate pleas, the quieter sound of the chest locking shut as Erina and that little infant child locked themselves into safety...

There was someone outside the door he realized. He could see a shadow somehow through the window (and god! Windows, in a hospital door!).
"...nurse?" He questioned politely, keeping his voice steady. "...Is that a nurse? Please, I must ask you a question if I may..!"

...

It somehow feels that might Not be a nurse behind the door.

[INTO THE CITY - RYSLIG SETTING, BAVAN]

The world was Massive.

Bavan City, when he heard the name, was something he expected to liken to London. But instead despite the thick fog that clung to the air and blotted the sun, there were lights aplenty. Brilliant and searing, so much more-so than the gas lamps of London's streets- and that was only the street lights!

The lights above the stores! The lights from the windows! Piercing the fog with their warmth, as if to chase them away with their own hopes and experiences from high above!

And so high they were, he marveled- the buildings towering into the sky, farther than even the highest cathedral. Filled with windows, which were filled with lights, and Jonathan's very neck strained to try and make out the top through the haze. He-

"Ah-"

He nearly crashed into someone. "Oh- I'm so sorry miss- please, allow me to help..." The poor woman's bags- paper he noted, and almost boxy even- had fallen, and he made quick work of regathering them. "Here you are- I hope nothing has been damaged..."

"Oh it's alright...Thank you for that sir- now, where..." Sparing little more time than necessary for the man, the young woman peered around him before breaking into a smile. "Ah! Erik! Casey! There you both are, I've been searching all over...."

The woman's voice faded as Jonathan watched her go- joining with a young man, and a child who seemed little more than a year old, currently held carefully in the man's arms. Was it distance that made the voice fade? The fog?

....his heart..?

Left in silence, the marvel for the city came tumbling down as Jonathan stood in the middle of the walkway, unable to even move.

He wondered...

They would have been alright...right?

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The streets of London they certainly weren't, but old habits tend to die hard when in a new environment. Which is exactly why there's a certain familiar blond watching from the entrance of an alleyway, in the bit of shade that the lights couldn't entirely light up completely.

It figured that if he was here, that Jonathan wouldn't be too far behind, despite everything that had transpired in the past. He should be dead, really, but that also didn't seem to be something that would stand in his way for too long.

Once he's decided that it's time to move, is when Speedwagon slowly makes his way over, hat tipped forward just enough to protect his eyes from all this light.

"My, look at what the cat dragged in. Though it seems you're as transfixed by the lights as I once was." Still is, actually, not that he's going to remotely admit that they still absolutely fascinate and disturb him at the same time.

"...Speedwagon-!" The man's words jolt him from his thoughts easily, his head turning to the sound of that familiar voice. And within moments, there is only joy in his eyes. It was a foreign land after all, a foreign time even with all that surrounded him- but to see a familiar face was enough to say 'things will be alright'.

"More than just the lights, I should think- these buildings tower above anything I've ever seen. Not even the towers from Windknights could surpass them, I'm certain." It's a spectacle, to be sure- but there is a more important matter now that Speedwagon is here. Or rather...

"Did you come to this place in the same way I did, Speedwagon..?"

Ah, joy, that's what he was hoping to see. For a place such as this and for... what he knows had happened, there's something calming in knowing that he is indeed alive and that he is, indeed, happy to see him still. Not that he expected less, of course not, this is Jonathan after all.

"I'd wager that they're bigger than any cathedrals, either. Such strange construction and in such a high concentration, it's truly a marvel that they can make one feel so small in comparison." And uncomfortable, but that's neither here nor there. He'd rather the buildings be more along the speed he's used to than whatever this absolute nonsense is.

As for the question, he's quiet for a moment, before shrugging briefly. "Depends on how you got here?"

Small indeed- he cannot help but look back up at the massive height of them with those words, imagining just how many could possibly be inside. It feels almost as if ten houses worth of people could be in a single one...and yet, with the many shadows upon the windows, perhaps even more.

But what is important is not the buildings, and Jonathan's attention focuses upon Speedwagon after that brief ponderous moment. How he got here? Well! "Unpleasantly, I shall admit- when I first washed ashore, I had wondered if I were back in England! ....though now of course, I know it to be otherwise..." It was an unpleasant way to arrive, to put it quite lightly. "If that's also how you arrived, then I can't imagine it would have been a fine time."

Several people indeed, he can only imagine just how many people can fit in one of those buildings. And be further surprised by the fact that there's more than just people living in them, because the thought of businesses being in such buildings just will not occur to him in the slightest. How could you really do business that far from the streets? It really was a conundrum.

Ah, washed ashore. Of course that was how it had gone. "Then it would be the exact same, you would not believe how long it took for everything to dry." Because you wear like three layers of clothing, Speedwagon, that's why. But it'd help him out later once things started to chill off more, if they survived that long, of course.

"I haven't been here that long, either, so this would certainly be a new experience for us both. Though the things I've seen here and outside of here would... let's just say I haven't the foggiest at what some of it means or does."

"I can only imagine..." Truly, only imagine. "Half of what I'm wearing I admit, wasn't even mine to begin with; the people here have been quite courteous and kind," Jonathan observes, even as he raises a brow at the clothes he's been lent. He had been wearing rather little when he washed ashore after all- while he indeed still had the essentials of a shirt and pants given he'd been wearing most of his suit, it was far from appropriate clothing for the weather.

And while it was not so cold yet, it was already beginning. A concerning thing, given it was yet early autumn. "Very new, I should think- it will be good to experience it with company though. The thought of wandering such a new world alone... ...I'll admit, it was a little worrying. But..." There is something Speedwagon has said that concerns him, at least a little. "What is it that you mean by 'outside of here'? Outside of the city? Or..." Or simply their experiences back home?

Only Jonathan Joestar would wash up in something that inappropriate to the weather and general climate, not that he was any better in the slightest. But his coat at least provided him a good bit of warmth even if he would potentially change the rest of it later, it all depended on if it were possible to fix these clothes somewhere around here.

Ah, of course he'd elucidate on that sort of thing. He's taking a deep breath and letting his gaze wander the buildings of this place once more. "Outside of this city and... I do have to ask, Jonathan, what was the last thing you remember before you wound up washed ashore?" Whether he has to inform him of what happened or not, though he'd much rather not have to do such a thing.

Ah...

Then outside of this 'world', or however they were putting it. Jonathan observes his friend's behavior with an eagle's eye, the way Speedwagon has taken a breath in and looked away just in time to answer that grim question. It does not speak well for what the other knows, and he hesitates.

For how could he simply tell his friend, that last he remembers he had been dying? They've already come to this place, and heard such grim omens surrounding them- but to simply say, 'Dio returned, and I could not stop him without a cost'?

Perhaps his own expression is giving him away now. The way his own expression softens and hardens all at once, eyes distant as he swallows. "Speedwagon..." And another pause, as he closes his eyes. "I... ...Would it mean anything," he decides to ask vaguely, paining as it is to skirt about a subject with such dishonesty, "If I were to say it was the evening that Erina and I left for our honeymoon?"

It would have made it a lot less awkward than it currently is, he could have taken some solace in knowing that not even death would keep him down for very long. What he had heard in the papers after that night, after what he had heard when Erina had washed ashore on those islands...

He's quiet as he waits for the answer, though he can tell from his peripheral and those expressions that he's holding the same answer that he himself was. He knew he had been dying, or had died, either one.

"It certainly does, my friend." His posture is relaxing a bit once again as his gaze returns to him once again, at least there's one less thing has would need to keep from him. "Would you... like to know what happened after that night? I don't know much before I was brought here, but I can at least tell you what the papers said as well as my own correspondences on the matter."

He hesitates- but only for one reason. "...For myself at least, I feel I may know the answer already," Jonathan admits, managing a small, sad smile all the same. "...But for Erina..."

It is a question that has burned at him since he first awoke, and the inability to Know has been crippling. "Please, Speedwagon- I must know! Did Erina...Did she and that child survive?"

There's a faint bit of a cringe there as he says the first part, he would be correct in that assumption. As far as they know, or as far as he is aware. But Erina, Erina is an entirely different situation.

A small bit of a smile plays on his lips and he's slowly nodding. "As far as was found, only she and that child survived from that ship. Washed up on the Canary Islands and was brought home after. She... ah, if it helps, it wasn't just one child that was saved that night." Whether Jonathan knows that or not, he hasn't the foggiest.

Bitch u know

ohshitdude

These dumbasses

idiots, both of them,

how the hell are they going to not die

someone takes pity...

That's the only way

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BAVAN

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Arrival 1!

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it's been forty-thousand years...... also arrival v2!

oh my GOOOOOOD

finally getting to this again, orz

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