Same disclaimer as before, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure is property of Hirohiko Araki, Shueisha and Viz Media. All Stand's contained within are, to the best of my knowledge, completely original. Reviews welcome as always.

Jojo was still wincing as he followed Havoc to Vicious' room, his shoulder ached from being pulled around the way it had been. Molly had still been blushing when she severed the connection to the sandbag and Jojo was pleased with himself, thinking that he must have impressed her with his skills. Havoc was thinking something similar, but rather than her being impressed he was thinking that Molly was just reeling from being beaten and the only emotions she could feel were superiority or love.

As Havoc knocked on Vicious' door, Jojo took this opportunity to talk to him again
"So, is this how you joined Mission X?"
"Huh? Oh, no, I was brought in by one of the founders."
"Founders?" Jojo's questioning eyebrow was left unanswered as Vicious' door swung upon to reveal their fearless leader holding a huge stack of papers. "Hey, could you guys help me with these?" He asked as he stumbled past them, folders falling from the top and caught with great haste by Havoc and Jojo. With some difficulty, the three of them managed to stumble back into the training room with the computers and promptly dropped the mountain of work they were carrying, Jojo started panting from exhaustion, his fight with Molly hadn't required that much energy but carrying papers with one arm was difficult. Havoc began picking up relevant sheets and passed them to Vicious who nodded as he received them.

"Alright, Jojo! This is important, our organisation Mission X was formed ten years ago by a famous company, you've probably heard of it, the Speedwagon Foundation?"
"Sorry," Jojo shrugged "Never heard of it"
"Oh. Well, anyway, the Speedwagon foundation was aware of people using Stands because of the Joestar family and a man called Dio. Most of us think it was him who started it using something called an Arrow to create Stands in people. I expect you inherited your Stand Power from someone in your bloodline given your age. Anyway, to combat this, Speedwagon formed a group of people called Mission X, because our duty is top secret even within the company. To protect the world from rogue Stand Users and those who would use the power of the Stand for evil. We may not look like much but we hold a certain amount of sway in most countries thanks to business contracts that our influence extends nearly globally. Are you following me so far?"
"Ummm yeah, that makes sense. But then, who are the B.O.C?" Jojo asked, looking to both Havoc and Vicious, expecting an answer but seeing the awkward glance between the two of them
"Well, maybe it's easier to show him" Havoc finally said, trying not meet Jojo's quizzical gaze.
"Yeah, I'd better summon my Stand" Vicious held his hand out as a purple crystal appeared from the air. It was in a rough S shape with points at both ends and looked like the general knock off variety you could find at any cheap 'magic' shop.

Vicious held the crystal tightly and before Jojo's eyes the room seemed to melt into grey light before forming again, patchily into an entirely different room, a faint violet shimmer passing across the occasional surface.
"What the!? What did it do?" Jojo asked, "Hey, Vicious! What's your Stand ability? I'm definitely not OK with this!"
"Relax, Jojo" Havoc smiled "This is just to make explaining matters easier, some things are hard to explain with words"
"This is my Stand, M.S.I. It lets me create intricate illusions from my own imagination and memories, there are drawbacks to this of course but I'm not about to tell you. Anyway, forget that for now, watch that door" Vicious pointed to a door across the room, just as it was thrown inwards, slamming on its hinges. A man walked through, he was tall and wearing a tight black shirt showing off his impressive build. For his trousers he wore loose cargo pants tucked into shin high leather boots. His face was hidden by a balaclava but tufts of light coloured hair were sticking out of the hem where it connected to his shirt. He seemed to laugh under his mask and the sound made Jojo shiver. Glancing behind him, Jojo realised that he could see a kid with bright orange hair hiding behind what looked like a desk. The kid was obviously Vicious, but he looked about 12, was this that long ago? As the masked man walked towards them, Jojo was surprised to see people arrive in the room.
"Halt right there!" The man at the door had spiky brown hair and a single ear piercing, the stud resembling a wolf. The resemblance was uncanny, he looked almost exactly like the Vicious sitting next to him.
"Ahh, Captain Murphy." The masked man practically whispered as he talked "It's good to see you again"
"You!? What are you doing here?" Captain seemed to take a step back, a small lizard like creature appearing from his shoulder and settling there, hissing at the intruder. The intruder laughed again, pointing a hand at the lizard as a faint ghostly arm appeared around it, a single harsh note rang out. Jojo grabbed his ears as he heard it; it was ear-piercing. Even Havoc and Vicious seemed discomforted by it but it passed soon enough, when it was gone though so was the lizard. It had moved from Captain's shoulder to the intruder's. Captain seemed stunned to see this and instantly fell back, looking for a weapon whilst keeping his distance
"What? Your stand was never this powerful. What have you done to yourself, Theo!?"
"Theo?" Jojo asked, looking to both Havoc and Vicious for confirmation. The other two seemed engrossed in the action and Jojo noticed Vicious was gripping M.S.I as tightly as he could, his eyes locked on the events unfolding. Jojo looked around again only as he heard Theo reply
"That's right, you wouldn't know. I have discovered the [Truth] about myself, and it's increased my Stand's abilities a thousand-fold. For example, have you ever wondered what it was like to be attacked by your own Stand?"
"No, Theo, wait!" Captain began retreating as best he could but it was no good, as Theo thrust a hand forward and shouted
"Go! Razorlight!" With a harsh scream, the lizard lunged at Captain and sunk it's teeth into his shoulder. Captain screamed and clawed at the lizard, his skin slowly turning darker and glowing red. Jojo heard Vicious whispering under his breath, he seemed to be praying… but it did no good. Captain exploded in a burst of fire and with a confused squeal his Stand also vanished.

The masked man, Theo, simply shrugged and walked towards Jojo and the others again. Passing through them as if they were ghosts, he approached a bank of security monitors and gently pressed a green button. On the monitors, several doors seemed to unlatch all at once and different figures all cautiously poked their heads out of their cells. Grabbing the microphone, Theo cleared his throat before speaking into it
"Hello there, my name is Theodore Romance. I am an Ex-member of Mission X and I need your help. While I am well aware some of you, perhaps all of you, may not wish to do so I emphasise that you do not have a say in this matter. Either assist me of your own free-will and enjoy your revenge or become a slave to my power and serve me yourself. The choice, dear friends, is yours. But whatever you may choose, you shall all join as members of the Blue Oyster Cult, the B.O.C" At this, Jojo finally noticed the tattoo on Theo's forearm, a blue clamshell in shape. Well, it wasn't the most arrogant cult name he'd ever heard but it seemed pretty stupid. Theo seemed to hang up the microphone then as he left the room, the child version of Vicious was still hiding behind the desk but Jojo saw the tears in his eyes and the trembling he was wracked with. As Theo left he heard faint cries of surprise and then screams followed by death rattles. Closing his eyes Jojo, was surprised to find himself back in the training hall when he opened them.
"Captain… was he?"
"Yeah. My brother. Theo wiped out the entire of Mission X that day, everyone we have now is a new recruit. As of today we have exactly 10 members, with you as Red Elvis' replacement. Whereas the B.O.C has, at the very least, 16 members. You two taking down Marlon and Duane today has cut them from 18 but we're always hearing rumours of Theo adding members to his cause. They're still relatively underground but it's only a matter of time until he tries to let the world know of their existence. That's why we have to stop them. We still don't know what Theo's end goal is, but we know that we have to stop him!" The tears in his eyes were what convinced Jojo. Getting to his feet, Jojo looked at Havoc, pretending he couldn't see Vicious and asked
"Where are we going first?" There was a brief pause before Havoc laughed and got up too
"I knew I would like you, Jojo. I'm afraid that we aren't going anywhere, not yet. Vicious needs to co-ordinate with our sources inside of Speedwagon. I haven't been on a real mission in two months, so don't get your hopes up. Why don't you find yourself a room and get unpacked? That might take the edge off"
"Oh, OK sure… Oh NO!" Jojo grabbed the sides of his head in a panic "I left my bags at the hotel! I gave them to the bell-boy!" with no warning, Jojo ran for the lift and slipped inside of it, pressing the up button before Havoc had a chance to stop him
"Oi, Jojo! You can't go out on your own, B.O.C might be-" Havoc's warning was interrupted by the doors shutting, sighing, he pulled out his phone and began dialling the first number that came to mind.

Jojo emerged out into the restaurant and began running through the kitchen, dodging the staff as best he could before bursting out onto the street and hastily summoning Radiohead to check the way to the hotel. While he was doing this he felt a finger tap him on the shoulder and whipped around on reflex to see who it was. It was a guy, a few years older than him, smoking a cigarette casually. He had dark black hair combed over one eye and a satchel full of complicated looking books over one shoulder
"Sup?" the man saluted, throwing Jojo off balance immediately
"Uhh, hi? What do you want? I don't have any change"
"I'm not looking for change, man. I just figured you're the new recruit"
"A new… wait, you're in Mis-" this speech was cut off by a hand clamping down hard on his mouth, a finger being thrust near his face and tobacco rich spittle being sprayed at him.
"Yeah, I am. And a good thing too, you busting your Stand out like that in front of the city" Jojo looked up and immediately recalled Radiohead. He'd found the directions anyway, that was good enough, but he was a little embarrassed he'd done something that could give him away so easily. Of course, he wasn't about to admit this, giving his new workmate a stern glare down the bridge of his nose and ignoring his obvious fault. A young girl in a baggy grey hoodie walked up next to the dark-haired man and continued nodding vigorously on the phone as she did. She had blonde hair tied back into a pony-tail and seemed to be engrossed in her conversation. She finally chipped in with
"Understood!" and hung up. Jojo frowned at that accent, was she German? That was a little surprising. She extended a hand happily enough though and smiled
"You must be Yoyo. I am Hildie, this is David. We're partners in the organisation. Nice to meet you" Jojo was still wincing over how correct he had been to guess German but smiled and replied in turn. David seemed vaguely irritable and scratched at his fore-arm visibly while Hildie exchanged pleasantries with Jojo.
"While I am enjoying our conversation, I must ask we hurry up and head to the Hotel Kalifa. It is still possible the B.O.C is looking for you" Jojo was surprised to hear that they knew where he was going and Hildie, reading his expression waved her hand to dismiss his worries "I had a call from Sir Havoc a moment ago, he said that we should accompany you for safeties sake. Luckily, we were nearby, so he decided to retire himself to rest"
"Ahh, well, I guess that makes sense. Let's get going then?"
"Hmph, unless you have any better ideas" David snorted, Jojo clenched his teeth and bit back a reply. He wanted to get along well with these guys, even if they were irritating as hell. He started walking, following the map Radiohead had found and shoved his hands into his pockets, he was beginning to wonder about working with Mission X.

The hotel was surrounded by police when they got there, the bartender sitting near an ambulance wrapped in a silvery blanket and drinking a huge cup of coffee. Jojo was a little happy to see he was fine but it didn't help them when it came to getting into the building, if anything the police would make it harder and the bartender might well identify him.
"Don't worry, I have an idea" Hildie smiled, leading them into the building next door. After a few minutes of using the elevator and staircases, the trio stood on the roof of the building adjacent and looked out onto the building next door. Jojo gulped at the extreme height and lay down on the rooftop, clutching it for dear life.
"Ha! What's wrong, hotshot? Scared of a little height?" David asked, himself looking slightly green at the height.
"I-I'm just not used to them, I'm from Hawaii! All I have to worry about is the ocean, I'm awesome in the water!" Jojo shouted defensively as he willed himself to a standing position. Hildie rolled her eyes, said something that sounded suspiciously like "Boys" and stepped over to the edge. After taking a few steps back, she ran forward and leapt off the building, sailing across the gap to the next building. She landed on her toes and got up quickly, smiling and looked across to the other two. David grunted in annoyance at such a display whilst Jojo simply stared in awe
"But it's 8 feet across! How can she make a jump like that so easily?" Jojo asked, David smiled ruefully at him as he hurled his bag across first and walked to the other side of the building before attempting his own jump. He landed awkwardly on the edge of the hotel and scrambled his way to the top with Hildie's help. Jojo gulped, the drop looked a lot worse from up here but now he had to make the jump. He wracked his brain for ideas of ways to get out of it when he had a sudden bright idea, presuming it'd work. He summoned Radiohead and spent a few minutes finding the footage he needed. He swallowed hard as he got ready to try out his idea before doing it, a small green flash of light filled his mind as he looked down to see his feet running. He couldn't control it, his feet moved of their own accord and he was suddenly terrified he was going to just run off the edge of the building, but the split-second before he ran off the end he leapt, both feet flying forward he cleared the gap and landed feet first on the hotel roof. He felt his ankle twist though and yelled in pain at what felt like the break. Hildie was beside him in seconds shouting excitedly in German about how impressive that jump had been while David looked with disinterest at his ankle.
"Yep, you fractured it. Give me a sec" David pulled out a book from his bag and flipped it open, scanning through pages. "Here we are, ankles" Sucking on his cigarette, David produced a paintbrush from it and began rubbing it over Jojo's ankle. Jojo was about to speak up and ask what he was doing when he felt the pain suddenly lighten. Before he knew it he could move the ankle as if it was good as new and got to his feet
"That was amazing, what did you do?" Jojo asked, David simply shrugged and pocketed the brush
"It's my Stand, it's not as flashy as yours but it gets the job done" Hildie sighed and pushed David towards the door into the hotel, followed by a still impressed Jojo. As they entered the hotel, Jojo noticed the sun going down and sighed before walking in after the other two.

Deep in the Hotel's basement, a figure wrapped in dark green clothes sat in the shadows listening for something and watching the small patch of sunlight from the window slowly retreating across the floor. When it had finally vanished he rose up from beneath his black cloak and looked to the setting sun, licking his own sharpened teeth.
"It's down, now then. I wonder where that clever kid has gone… I've got to avenge Mr Marlon after all" the figure twisted open the door to the basement and marched out to the police that were still guarding the lobby.
"Hey! You! What are you doing here? Who are you?"
"Me?" The figure asked, tossing his auburn curls over his shoulder "My name is Duane Baron."
The empty bar heard the echoes of screams and gunshots followed by one ear-piercing cry that resonated throughout the hotel
"WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"

Stand Database

Stand Name: Mindless Self Indulgence (M.S.I)
User: Vicious Murphy
Power: E
Speed: B
Range: A
Staying: A
Precision: A
Learning: B
Ability: Mindless Self Indulgence takes the form of a crystal and generates a purple aura. It is this aura that can expand and create the intricate illusions that come from Vicious' mind. The illusions themselves are extremely real but can be seen through providing the victim is aware they are viewing an illusion, if they are unaware it is nearly impossible to break through. The only other downside to this power is that if Vicious becomes distracted during the illusion it can create flaws that are exploitable to reveal the problems within it. Vicious is able to create illusions that stay in place indefinitely and was originally used to create the illusion of a pizza restaurant but it was too believable and the Speedwagon foundation eventually had to build a real one to stop the stream of complaints.

Stand Name: Razorlight
User: Captain Murphy
Power: C
Speed: D
Range: D
Staying: D
Precision: B
Learning: C
Ability: Razorlight takes the form of a small dinosaur that often sits on Captain's shoulder. Its ability is to generate heat through its teeth and claws in such quantities that it can slice through 5 inch thick steel walls. As Theo demonstrated, it is also possible for Razorlight to bite a victim and fill them with heat until they explode.

Stand Name: Artist in the Ambulance
User: David Seville
Power: E
Speed: D
Range: E
Staying: A
Precision: A
Learning: B
Ability: Artist in the Ambulance takes the form of a paintbrush, the handle is light blue and the fibers blood red. It's ability is that David can paint over a wounded area and provided he knows how it should look he can repair it by replacing the damage with what it should be. The problem is that David's talent before he manifested his Stand was in painting, not in medicine so he has to carry around heavy medical text books so he knows what the anatomy should look like and he often has to improvise with some of the more bizarre Stand inflicted wounds. The healing done is, thankfully, permanent but this pressures David to get it right or else the victim may be damaged for life.