Jonathan before her...
`` This ... Used to be a manor ...a beautiful manor ... I only hope that the fire didn't cause those inside to perish ...
... Lost souls is what they would be ..``
A somber tone towards the Joestar as her eyes drift back to the ashes of the manor.
She hasn't realized she was alone until the man spoke up, lowering her hood to let her brown locks flow in the wind.
`` Deepest apologies , young one ... I hadn't a clue you were near .. ``
Turning to face her son, unfortunately not aware that it was her little
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← so anonymously cloaked but he might as well keep the possibility open. Though he is woefully unprepared to see their 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑬 𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑻𝒀.
⠀ ⠀⠀〝 𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦. 〞He calls out to the looming other ,keeping to a vocal yet respectful tone.
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[ @JOESTARHONOR ]
The cloaked woman stood where once the Joestar manor resided...confused on what events caused her late home to perish to nothing but dust in the wind.
`` I pray ... My family was not captured in hells fire...``
Her head lowering before hearing footsteps come.
"Well boy,do I got a tale for you.....
Y'see,apparently once Dio made it to your family mansion he started causing a horrid scene,killed the family dog and made your son's life a nightmare!
Then he poisoned and killed your husband..."
Ah shit,he said too much.
"N-now now,Mary!Your son fought to defend those with great honor,and your husband was killed by a man named Dio,but Jonathan beat the ol' bastard!"
"Ah Miss Mary......it might seem you're gonna wannna sit down.......
Cus I dunno how to tell you this,but the ones you're looking for have long since died..."
[ @CLVCKERVOLLEYZ ]
`` My word .. Jonathan... you've changed so much...``
This woman in early 1840's clothing approaches Joseph, a small smile on her face.
`` So tall and .. hold on...your hair is brown? ``