AN: Welcome back everyone!
Here's another chapter guys!
I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. I saw a lot of really good reviews to the last one, so I'm glad you guys enjoyed the battle! I was a bit nervous about how well it would be received.
As for some questions in the reviews, I will say this much. There is no Stand Arrow...(insert knowing smirk here)
Right, enough talk.
Let's begin!
Disclaimer: I, Beowulf, do not own PJO or JJBA. I only own this plot, my OC, and the disappointing truth that I do not possess D4C. If I did, I probably wouldn't even bother with getting Love Train, I'd already be having too much fun.
~Chapter 9~
Thalia was trying really really hard to stay mad at Cyrus. After all, he'd scared her to death (not that she'd admit it outright) when he'd been set on fire, he was constantly avoiding topics and keeping secrets about his past from her, and he was just so...aggravating sometimes!
That being said, that was suddenly much much harder when taking into account what the Stand User was doing at this moment.
"HAHAHAHA! I stack the decks and I'm rigging the race. I take the shortcut to the end of the maze!" Cyrus sang along to the radio as he howled out in laughter, racing down the highway. (1)
Next to him in the shotgun seat, the daughter of Zeus was doing her hardest not to smile, shaking in a mixture of fear and excitement. Grover was passed out, having had enough of the fear-induced adrenaline that had been pumping through him ever since the encounter with Hellrider, and the two hunters were just scowling away as per usual.
Oh, and the three or so police cruisers that were currently on their tail and slowly gaining on them.
Cyrus looked out of the rearview and grumbled a little as the lyrics stopped for a moment. "Another car chase? Ugh, no thank you." He smirked as he summoned the Last Word in his hand. Opening the window and tossing the gun into his left hand, he simply pointed it backwards and fired.
The bullets nailed one of the police cruisers in the tires, popping them and making them skid to a stop, followed by the other two cars crashing into that one.
Through some form of miracle, no one died in any of the collisions.
Nodding to himself, Cyrus simply dismissed his trusty revolver and closed the window. The hunters and Thalia stared at him in disbelief. "What?"
Shaking her head at her friend's antics, Thalia just huffed a little. "How much further do you think?"
"Probably a few miles. You guys should rest up a bit, I promise I won't do anything too stupid."
Thalia deadpanned at him, along with the other two females. Cyrus pouted a little. "No trust from any of you, I swear..."
Relenting to the fading adrenaline rush, Thalia fell into the sweet embrace of Morpheus alongside Phoebe and the very very asleep Grover, leaving Cyrus and Zoe as the only ones conscious.
"...you have questions for me Zoe?"
"Only the acceptance of the fact that thou art insane."
Cyrus grinned into the rearview as he looked at her. "Why thank you!"
"That was not a compliment." The lieutenant of Artemis snapped back, her lips creased into a frown.
Ignoring that, Cyrus slowed down a little as the others slept. "Still, you have questions Nightshade, so go ahead."
"What is thy D4C's power, really?" Her eyes narrowed as she kept her eyes on him, "there is something more to thy powers than simply 'disappearing and reemerging' when stuck between two things."
"...well what makes you think that?" Cyrus asked hesitantly, his grip tightening on the steering wheel a bit. Taking note of that, the huntress pressed forward.
"For starters, thou said thou used thy coat to vanish and reappear inside of that male's car. But thy coat was naught but ashes, and thou had another coat on when thou stepped out of his car...that and the time in the woods during that silly game."
"Oh?" Cyrus glanced at her through the rearview. "What about it?"
"...it looked like thou had a hole in thy face..."
"Oh, perhaps you were just seeing things!" Cyrus dismissed flippantly. Zoe tried to press the matter further, but noticing how on edge Cyrus seemed to be, she decided to drop it for another time.
"Any other questions Nightshade?"
"Why did thou stop Bianca di Angelo from joining us?"
"I didn't stop her from doing anything," Cyrus insisted. "I simply suggested her options and she chose not to. As for why, it's because of a factor that you pointedly ignore."
Zoe shot him a nasty look, only for it to be returned by the dark-maned Stand User. "Bianca has a sibling that she cares deeply for and vice versa. Consider if I had not spoken to her, and she decided to join the Hunt. She'd still have the worry that any elder sibling would have for their younger. Worry leads to distraction, and in this life we lead, distraction leads to death, leaving Nico behind to grieve. The loss of siblings is something I believe even you can understand."
The hunter's eyes snapped to him, her fists clenching. "How did thee-"
"Seven years Zoe. I can do a lot in seven years. During that, I traveled. Pretty much everywhere. North America, South America, Africa, Europe, Asia...you name it, I've probably visited it. And during one of those travels, I happened to meet a certain...mutual meathead that we both know of."
She stiffened as his eyes turned sad. "What he did was cruel, Zoe. I-"
"Speak a word of this, and I will cut out thy tongue!" She hissed out, her entire body language almost resembling a wild animal being cornered.
"I swear upon Fate and the River Styx that I shall not speak a word about your past." He said solemnly, with the ominous sound of thunder accompanying his voice.
The hunter visibly relaxed, with Cyrus returning his focus to the drive.
"We're here," he said, as he pulled into a parking lot right next to the Smithsonian and various other museums. He looked up at them for a moment, before looking back at Zoe.
"Rest up a bit Zoe. We'll get moving in about an hour or so." Zoe nodded, before she closed her eyes and let the arms of Morpheus pull her away.
While the rest slept, Cyrus gritted his teeth a little.
Only a few hours into their journey, and already Stand Users were on his trail. He was tempted to pull out his phone and make a call, but with three demigods, one of which was a child of the Big Three, he didn't want to take an unnecessary risk and attract monsters.
"And he was hired by someone, with Thorn being the proxy...he mentioned something about that person contacting his bosses...could those bosses be the Old Blood? Who is this benefactor then? Being so entrenched with the Titans in this war..." Cyrus scowled as his thoughts whirred, trying to make sense of it all.
Illuso had mentioned some mean ones coming his way, but that hadn't meant Giuseppe. Giuseppe was an amateur and an idiot. If Cyrus knew his subordinate well, Illuso had meant some really vicious killers...
His chest twinged with pain, and he grimaced. "Things are going to get ugly soon..."
Cyrus groaned a little as he slowly wiped the sleep dust out of his eyes. Cracking his neck, he looked over at Thalia, reaching over and shaking her gently. "C'mon Thals. Time to get up." He whispered.
With a grumble, she shifted in the opposite direction as she curled up, "Mrmm...few m're minutes Cy..."
He sighed and looked into the back seats. The others were still passed out. The two hunters were curled up into each other, while Grover's head lolled onto Zoe's shoulder.
Cyrus winced at that. "Oh...Grover I'll send flowers to your funeral."
He looked at the time, six PM, and sighed. They'd probably kill them for this, but they needed to get a move on. Without hesitation, he slammed his fist on the car horn.
Thalia gave a scream as she jolted upright in her seat, Grover hit the ceiling of the car with his startled jump, and two daggers ripped right through the back of Cyrus's empty seat.
Cyrus himself chuckled as he reappeared outside of the car, having used his Stand to warp out from the seat. "Wakey wakey boys and girls!"
Thalia grumbled as she climbed out of the car, while Zoe and Phoebe did the same, thankfully having not noticed that Grover had been laying on one of them. Grover, with a quick pull, dislodged his horns from the top of the car and clambered out, wincing slightly as he touched the top of his head gingerly.
Zoe and Phoebe scowled at Cyrus at the wakeup call he'd given, while Zoe herself poked him in the chest. "Next time, I will drive."
Cyrus smirked down at her, "Maybe." He replied, opting to observe their surroundings.
Phoebe frowned slightly. "The Mist is very thick today," she murmured as she leaned down, noticing tracks in the snow. "Something came through here quite recently. Something big and powerful..."
The leader of their quest frowned as well as he digested that information, feeling the familiar twinge of a phantom pain in his chest. Something felt...wrong...
His eyes narrowed as his gaze fell on the Natural History Museum, feeling a menacing air wafting off of it. Something was pulling him towards that museum.
It almost felt like...Gravity...
His eyes bulged in shock.
He broke off into a dead sprint, vaulting over an approaching car as his friends called out for him. There was no time, and if his suspicions were right, there was something deadly in that building.
If his suspicions were right, he didn't want to drag his group into it. They had just dealt with a problem like it, and he didn't need them to get more hurt...or to ask more questions.
Cyrus gritted his teeth as he called out over his shoulder. "Get to the Air and Space Museum! I'll meet you there!" He tossed them the keys before overshadowing his foot with D4C, performing a mighty Stand jump that launched him through the air.
Back with the group, Thalia glared at the disappearing silhouette of the young Stand User. "I'm going to kill him..."
Percy was ducked for cover behind one of the exhibits as bullets flew over his head. He groaned, peeking around the exhibit to see a man wearing a long, hooded black cloak fired at him with a pistol. Just his luck.
After he'd managed to save Bessie from a net with Blackjack's help, as well as congratulating his mother on moving on from his father, he rushed back to camp, only to find out from Annabeth that he'd been too late and they'd already gone without him heading for Washington D.C.
He mentally beat himself up a bit, before slipping away riding Blackjack and also sneaking away with Annabeth's invisibility hat. She'd probably tear him open like a child would a bag of candy, but he just hoped he'd catch up in time. Once he'd caught up with Cyrus...he hadn't thought that far, but he could come up with something!
Percy had reached D.C. around five-thirty. Giving Blackjack a pat on his side and the promise of sugar cubes when he got back to camp, he decided to just check out the museums. Imagine his surprise when he spotted Dr. Thorn, in his disguise of a human body, just outside of the Natural History museum.
Putting on Annabeth's cap, he let the invisibility take hold of his body, before (attempting) to stealthily tail the manticore. Thorn met with a very large man in a business suit and currently Percy's least favorite person, Luke Castellan, who seemed oddly pale and weak.
The son of Poseidon's eyes narrowed with venom as he glared invisibly at the traitorous son of Hermes. The hulkingly large business man revealed himself as 'the General' as a man surrounded by darkness walked out and stood next to the businessman. Thorn seemed to look at him with disgust, before asking the General why this mortal was here.
The General had laughed, stating that this man, along with some others were there to stop the so called "enigma" that had managed to find its way onto the Olympians' side. Luke had eyed the man warily, asking how this man, if he was apparently a mortal, could possibly be of use to them.
The man simply reached over, touching one of the disguised Cyclopes standing guard on the back of the neck. A few seconds after, Percy heard a loud ping before his eyes widened.
A loud noise boomed as the head of the Cyclops exploded into nothingness, followed by the body crumbling into golden dust. Percy swallowed nervously, before steeling his nerves and trying to move a bit closer in order to hear better.
Big mistake.
The man had whirled around, pulling a pistol from under his coat and firing right where Percy was standing. Percy ducked, with the air from the bullets knocking the invisibility cap off.
"We have an intruder?" The General snarled as he took notice.
"Percy Jackson! Kill him!" Luke ordered, gritting his teeth. Percy grimaced and made a dash behind one of the exhibits for cover, snatching up Annabeth's cap as he hid.
The man seemed to be taking all the time in the world. "Disculpe," He said in a unconcerned Spanish accent, walking forward slowly but methodically as he tossed away the empty pistol, "but my employer seems to want you dead. So please, let us not drag this out."
Percy groaned before he tried to make a mad dash to escape.
"D4C!" A light blue fist appeared out of nowhere, smashing into the man's chest. The man stumbled back, falling to a knee for a moment and coughing up a glob of blood as he looked at this newcomer.
Cyrus growled as his Stand appeared next to him, its emotionless fuchsia eyes somehow showing hatred on a scale that Percy had never seen. He stepped in between Percy and the strange man, not taking his eyes off the latter. "You..." The Stand User's voice was low and threatening.
"I knew it. That pull of Gravity can only mean the presence of a powerful Stand User."
The man seemed surprisingly pleased to see him. "Ah, it is you! Excellente!"
Luke's eyes widened in shock. "Cy-Cyrus?!"
Cyrus's cold, anger-filled eyes turned to gaze on the blond demigod. "Luke..." He growled out, his eyes glowing with pinkish light. Calling over his shoulder, he addressed Percy, "Go, get to the Air and Space Museum. Everyone else is there, I'll catch up with you."
Percy's eyes widened as he looked around at all of the monsters and enemies in the room. "What? I'm not leaving you he-" His voice caught in his chest as Cyrus glared at him over his shoulder.
"Do as I say." The Stand User ordered firmly. The demigod nodded, before he made his hasty retreat. Turning back to the room, Cyrus scowled at the gathering of monsters and men as the General tilted his head from where he sat on his throne.
"So, you are the strange demigod that my King has taken interest in? I am not impressed," the General said disinterestedly, giving a dismissive wave. "Kill-"
Quick as a flash, Cyrus summoned the Last Word to his hand, fanning the hammer as he fired. Within seconds, every bullet he fired had found a home in a monster's skull before they crumbled into dust.
"-him..." The General finished, his voice showing a hint of amusement now as he regarded the caramel-toned gunslinger before him. Cyrus simply spun the gun on his finger before making it disappear into the tattoo on his wrist. "I must admit, I am now impressed."
"Why thank you." Cyrus replied scathingly. "Am I correct to assume you are the Old Blood's 'mysterious benefactor'?" He asked, giving a glare at the cloaked man.
The tall businessman sneered down at him. "Sharp as well...I can see why all of the Olympians are intrigued by you, as is my King. But it means nothing. Yes, I am their benefactor, and from what I can tell, you put them on such a hard path. Shame on you." He taunted the Stand User.
"They deserved it." Cyrus retorted icily as he turned his gaze to the son of Hermes next to the General. He snarled at the boy, "Go on Luke Castellan. Run. Run away while I deal with this pest the General has hired. Just know that after this, I will hunt you down, and I will end you for what you have done."
Luke scowled back, giving a counter offer. "Last chance for you Cyrus, join me or die."
"I'd sooner drink Gorgon blood, you traitorous snake. Now fuck off." Cyrus spat back.
The son of Hermes went livid at that, only held back by the General raising his hand up.
Cyrus began to pace around. "Let me guess, thanks to the Old Blood, you've recruited more Stand Users for us, haven't you?"
The General did not respond, another sneer curling his lips.
He turned to the cloaked man, "Deal with him."
The cloaked man seemed to chuckle darkly at that, before nodding at the General.
The General nodded with a grin. Stand Users were so fascinating. They were, for the most part mortals, but a lot seemed to have a faint trace of divinity within them, allowing them a degree of clear-sightedness, and their powers were so versatile. The only issue was that they couldn't be fooled into working for them for the most part, hence the 'paying.'
However, now was not the time to deal with this. He had other matters to attend to.
"We retreat now, Castellan." He said as he stood up from his throne.
"W-what? But General!"
"That is an order!" The General snapped, with the teen nodding in reluctant acceptance as they left the room.
Cyrus scowled as the two made their escape, before turning to the more immediate threat.
The man chuckled, a menacing aura encompassing him. Cyrus snarled at him as he stepped forward, with D4C hovering between him and his enemy. "You are a fool Ernesto Puente. You think that the General will keep his word?"
"He already has, El General brought me to you!" The man shouted, his voice tinted with madness as a sinister figure manifested behind him.
It was a lanky, avian figure. It looked like a shoebill stork had somehow fused with a human, then got dipped in a bucket of purple paint. Stitches and symbols similar to clocks seemed to cover it from head to toe. It had a long purple/dark-pink cloak on its back, which was tattered, and had long birdlike feet as its hands and feet, all tipped with talons. Two round discs of gold coloration sat on either side of its head, and its eyes were a deep shade of indigo that glinted with malice. (2)
Cyrus grimaced. This wasn't good. He had to get back to his friends, but he didn't dare turn his back on the Stand User before him. Especially when his enemy was one so famously known and one that he had tangled with before.
"What are you doing, working for the Old Blood and with the General? Last I heard you tried to blow up the Palacio de las Cortes?" He asked Ernesto.
The man grinned, pulling off his hood and revealing his appearance. He was a surprisingly young man, probably in his early twenties. His face was startlingly pale, like alabaster pale, and his hair was long and dark. His eyes were a purplish-black, as were his lips, which had a dark handlebar mustache above them. He wore something resembling fishnet over his torso, and nothing much else aside from silver-black pants and black boots. His torso was covered in black tattoos of clocks and explosions.
"They offered me amnistÃa, and la recompensa on your head that would allow me to complete my task!" Ernesto grinned maniacally as his eyes glinted with madness.
Cyrus stepped back a little, cursing to himself. Just his luck that one of the Stand Users that the Old Blood had sicced on him was a Spanish terrorist turned assassin.
"Well this is all good, but I'm currently a bit busy Ernesto, so if you don't mind, I will be taking my leave!" Cyrus declared with a mocking smile as he pulled his lapels over him, wrapping himself in his coat and triggering D4C's warping power to disappear.
Ernesto simply chuckled as he let his Stand vanish. His target had gotten away for now...but it meant nothing. If the General was correct, he'd be stuck in D.C. long enough for him to catch up.
"And then...I shall blow him sky high."
Cyrus reappeared outside of the Natural History museum, running a hand through his hair as he thought frantically. A Stand using terrorist/assassin was on his tail, and under the employ of the Titans...
He groaned as he looked up at the sky. "Why me?"
Hearing the click of a door near him, he quickly jumped behind a nearby tree, peaking out a little. His eyes were greeted with the sight of a disguised Cyclops carrying a box full of five kittens. Tilting his head in curiosity, his eyes narrowed as he saw the Cyclops stop in front of the door and take a furtive look around, before holding up one of the kittens by the scruff of its neck.
It licked its lips before opening wide while the kitten mewed, not knowing its situation.
Cyrus snarled.
Quickly reappearing behind the Cyclops between the monster and the door, he punched out with a right hook to the head, supercharging his fist with D4C's own strength. The Cyclops turned to golden dust on impact, with the box full of kittens dropping into the snow, mewing in fright.
He tilted his head curiously as he caught the kitten that had been in the Cyclops's grasp, petting it gently as it calmed down, purring in his hands. He examined it carefully, noticing that there were two large canine teeth jutting out from the upper jaw. "...well then..."
Cyrus bit his lip, not sure what to do with what were apparently Sabretooth Tiger cubs. Because on one hand, they were an extinct species that had come back to life and had probably gone extinct for a reason. But on the other hand, they were just too damn cute...
He sighed, putting the cub he'd been holding in the box with the rest of its siblings and setting it a little out of the way. As they mewed in protest, he smiled a little, patting each one on the head before running off. Hopefully they'd be able to make it to the wild and live freely.
He didn't notice the kittens taking hesitant steps out of the box and trying to follow him.
Cyrus cracked his neck as he landed just outside of the Air and Space museum, having used D4C to do Stand leaps and get to the museum faster. He slipped inside and found his group...and immediately facepalmed.
Thalia was currently looking like she was going to strangle Zoe, with Grover holding her back (and struggling with it) and Zoe and Phoebe glaring venomously at the daughter of Zeus. Percy was also there, standing off to the side with a nervous look on his face.
"So, Barnacle brain," Cyrus began as he stomped up behind the son of Poseidon, D4C materializing behind him menacingly. "You mind explaining to me why the hell you're so late?"
Percy's eyes widened as he took a step back, not wanting to be on the receiving end of one of Stand User's strikes. "Um-I uh...I needed to help out a friend before we left, so I stepped out, and by the time I got back you guys had left?" He replied quickly.
Cyrus tilted his head, before sighing and nodding. Alright, he'd let that one slide...before he looked down at Percy's hand. "What are you doing with Annie's hat..?" He asked, his tone ice cold.
The son of Poseidon stiffened, racking his brains for a reasonable lie to tell. "U-uh...she...she lent it to me...?"
"Wonderful..." Cyrus thought to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tallied up the issues of the day so far.
He had ended up dealing with an Italian vehicular Stand User, he now had a very late quest member on his hands who had in all likelihood stolen his little sister's most prized possession, a satyr with self-confidence and adrenaline overload issues, a punk demigoddess that was currently trying to throttle the life out of an incredibly feminist hunter, and two of said feminist hunters.
On top of all that, he now had to deal with the knowledge that a Stand using terrorist-turned-assassin was now after his head, along with the multitude of other Stand Users that were most likely after his head.
It was times like this that Cyrus, as much as he believed in Fate following in Justice, wanted to throttle the Fates for his shitty luck.
Meanwhile, the argument between the Hunters and Thalia had been put on hold to look at their quest leader. "Where did you run off to Bamf-Boy?" Thalia demanded angrily as she stepped up into Cyrus's personal space.
"Simple Thals, I went to go check out the Natural History museum and found him," He replied, jutting a thumb over his shoulder to Percy. "Found him facing down Luke the Snake and the General."
Zoe stiffened up at the mention of the General while Phoebe's eyes widened. "The General was there? Did he have our matron with him?"
Cyrus simply shook his head. The Goddess was still lost to them, somewhere to the West. His frown deepened as he thought about their current situation. Needless to say, he didn't like it.
"Wait, what about that guy that was with them?" Percy asked, as Cyrus hadn't mentioned him. The Stand User gave him a killer glare as the son of Poseidon mentioned it, but it was too late. He'd gathered the group's attention.
The sea-green eyed boy reiterated his story about what he'd seen and heard at the museum: the pale and sickly Luke, the General's words, and finally the 'guy' that had been with them. At the mention of the last topic, Thalia's glare snapped to Cyrus, her eyes boring a hole in his head.
"He seemed happy to see you." Percy finished, looking at Cyrus who gave him a dirty look.
"You're not entirely wrong," Cyrus admitted, crossing his arms. "He wants to kill me. A lot."
Thalia's glare hardened as she grabbed his collar and pulled him down to face her. "Who is he? Why does he want to kill you? Answer me!" She demanded, searching the teen's green-fuchsia eyes.
Cyrus's eyes steeled right back, revealing nothing. "That's irrelevant, I gave him the slip."
"Well that doesn't matter, you know who he is, and he's probably going to come after us," Percy insisted with a frown. "If he's helping the Titans and you kn-"
"It. Doesn't. Matter." Cyrus cut him off with a snarl. He pulled Thalia's hand off of him, before glowering at the rest of the group. "Listen to me, if he comes after us, then you leave him to me, understand? He is my problem."
Grover frowned a little. "Cyrus, no offense, but if this guy's helping the General and Luke, then he's helping the Titans. He's our problem, whether you like it or not."
Cyrus scowled, looking at all of them and realizing that he wouldn't be able to get away with just saying nothing. "Fine, he's a Stand User I've encountered in the past, but that's all I will tell you."
"Oh no you don't! You're telling us everything!" Thalia poked him in the chest, her determined stare unrelenting.
"Thals, now is not-" A chill went down Cyrus's spine as he saw Phoebe's eyes widen as she looked behind him.
"Move!" She ordered, dashing aside herself. The rest of the group followed suit, with Cyrus being the only one still standing. He turned around to see a blur of golden fur pouncing on him.
D4C appeared in a flash of light, smashing a fist into whatever it was. Cyrus heard a roar as something thudded onto the ground in front of him.
The thing that had tried to crush him was a massive lion about the size of an SUV. Its fur rippled like molten gold, while its claws shone like silver. The same went for its teeth, held within a gaping, slavering maw. Feline eyes boiling with hungering rage fixed on him, the one who had managed to knock it away. A roar left its mouth, shaking the very ground they stood on.
Cyrus grinned as his Stand brimmed with power next to him, his own eyes glowing with pink light. Well hello punching bag to blow off his frustrations! "You wanna go? Let's go!" The lion roared in response to his challenge before charging at him.
As the lion charged, Cyrus barked out orders. "Zoe! You and Phoebe get to higher ground! Cover us with your arrows!"
Zoe bit back a retort at being commanded by a male, but swallowed her words and did as she was ordered. She helped her fellow hunter up to her feet and made for the stairway.
The lion pounced again, ready to rake its claws through Cyrus and turn into ribbons. D4C decided otherwise, grabbing the lion's forelegs and holding it up as Cyrus drew the Last Word and emptied the chamber into the creature's belly, fanning the hammer of his gun.
No such luck. The bullets pinged off the mythical beast's impenetrable hide. Cyrus cursed, dismissing D4C's form and letting the creature fall on him, using his Stand ability to reemerge next to Grover due to being put in between the lion and the floor.
"Figures, the Nemean Lion." Cyrus growled out as he ejected the chamber and loaded in another. He grabbed Grover's forearm, pulling him behind cover. The satyr was worriedly chewing on his fingernails, which made Cyrus absently wonder if he could actually eat through them and gain any nutritional value like he did from cans...
"Don't sweat it G, just stay behind cover and give us whatever support you can." Cyrus reassured him as he snapped the chamber into place for the Last Word.
"What are you gonna do?" Grover asked nervously.
Cyrus's face was the very picture of a thrill-seeker. "I'm going to rip that damn pelt off of it."
AN: A smaller chapter this time around. Back on the trail of canon (kind of)! The group picks up Percy, and he encounters a new Stand User! And it seems that the General has enlisted some Stand User enemies with the help of the mysterious Old Blood from Cyrus's past?
So many questions cropping up and not enough answers...I wonder if that's how Thalia and the rest feel now?
Notes:
(1) Anyone recognize the lyrics?
(2) This is a Stand and user that is in the actual JoJo material, but I've taken some liberties and altered them both a bit. Can you guess which Stand our merry gang will be fighting next? I will say that the name of the user, Ernesto Puente is the name of a certain artist that made the song which the Stand is based off of!
And that's that for the Notes!
Thanks for reading, I hope you've enjoyed the chapter! Despite its shorter length at least.
Remember to leave solid reviews if you would be so kind. The criticism and feedback sustain my mind.
Cheers!
Beowulf