Disclaimer as always! Jojo's Bizarre Adventure is property of Hirohiko Araki, Shueisha and Viz Media. All Stands and characters appearing within are, to the best of my knowledge, completely original and haven't been used before. This is the end of the introductory arc and, since no new Stand's are introduced, the Stand Database is replaced with History of B.O.C. Enjoy, and please review if you like it.

The hotel's top floor was deserted, the lights flickering on and off as the trio entered the hallway leading to the elevators. The blood red carpet was soft under-foot, freshly vacuumed, and the cream coloured walls patterned with faint spirals. Jojo looked at the dim corridor of locked rooms and shivered, he couldn't believe he was thinking of staying here! This place was creepy as anything, he was getting goose-bumps just looking around. David noticed this and grinned, leaning in close behind Jojo he whispered in his ear
"Boo!"
"YAHH!" Jojo leapt forward and instinctively summoned Radiohead to his side to face David. "Yaaah! What the hell, man!? That's not cool!"
"Heheh, it's not big deal, I mean all I did was say 'Boo'"
"Why you…" Jojo grumbled, shaking his fist as Radiohead sunk back into his body. David's triumphant chuckling was cut-short as Hildie whacked him firmly on the back of the head, holding a finger to her lips and leading them down the corridor. David and Jojo shared one hateful glance before they followed Hildie to the elevators. It took a few seconds of pushing the button for them to realise that the power had been cut to them. Hildie sighed and turned to Jojo, her hands in the joint pocket of her hoodie
"So, which floor were you on? This is Floor 30"
"Oh, uhh… 5. I think"
"Wunderbar" Hildie muttered, making her way to the staircase. "Come on then, we'd better start going down" David groaned but his complaining was ignored as Hildie and Jojo began descending the staircase.

Seeing this as a good chance to talk, Jojo started walking at the same pace as Hildie
"So, you guys are friends with Havoc?"
"Of a kind, Sir Havoc is often away but he tries to make time for everyone in Mission X"
"Why do you call him 'sir'?" Jojo asked, slightly perplexed by Hildie's constantly referring to Havoc with such formality.
"Don't you know? Sir Havoc is the strongest member of Mission X. He single-handedly took down one of the most feared escapees there is, he saved all of Germany"
"Ahhh, I see… wait, ALL of Germany? Who was the criminal?"
"Mad Mickey? His Stand's name was 'Drop the Bombshell'. Sir Havoc managed to beat him in single combat, it was marvellous!"
"Wow, I had no idea Havoc was such a big deal" Jojo admitted. While he wasn't sure how he was meant to have known this, considering the clandestine way the group operated, he still felt like he should have been aware. Hildie smiled at him, agreed that he should have been aware, and continued her walk down the stairs getting ahead of Jojo.

He wasn't left along for long though as David clapped a hand on his shoulder, his cigarette smell preceding him as he leant close to Jojo
"Hey, kid, I hope you aren't getting any ideas above your station"
"What?" Jojo asked, adjusting his beanie slightly awkwardly. What was this all of a sudden? "Of course I'm not, I'm just like the rest of you"
"Heh, riiiight, because we were all recruited by Mr Vocal. Look, I'm sure you're a nice guy, but I'm not going to trust you just from your recommendations. You've gotta prove yourself to me, that clear hotshot?"
"Crystal" Jojo grunted, shrugging the hand off and accelerating his pace down the stairs. David followed behind as casually as he could whilst still keeping an obvious pace, Jojo was infuriated by this guy suddenly judging him but he wasn't going to show any reaction, he just kept marching down the staircase as best he could whilst pointedly ignoring David, who in return was pointedly ignoring Jojo. Hildie sighed, even without being there she knew what was going on. Boys could be so stubborn.

Reaching the 5th floor, Hildie stopped and looked up to see the two men staggering down to the same level, huffing and puffing to regain their breath
"A little tired are we?"
"Shaddup" They managed to say together, sharing a brief glance before looking away again and looking stoic. Hildie giggled as she opened the door to Floor 5 and peaked her head around the corner, checking for some sign of enemies. Carefully, she slipped out into the hallway and signalled the other two to follow. Having caught their breath, the two of them briefly struggled in the small doorway before caving before Hildie's staring and arranging for Jojo to go first.
"Which was your room number?" Hildie whispered, Jojo looked around and pointed a few doors down. Number 8. Silently, they crept down to the door and watched as Jojo slipped the key into the lock and gently eased it open, before filing inside as quickly as possible. The room was quite nice, far more than David had been expecting for Jojo which lead to a small moment of preening from the Hawaiian Stand User. 'I hope he doesn't realise I was using my dad's credit card' Jojo thought 'I should probably call him and tell him to ask for his money back'. After a brief rummage, Jojo emerged holding two bags, one rucksack and one suitcase on wheels. Hildie raised an eyebrow to the suitcase upon seeing it covered in flowers. Jojo looked embaressed and muttered
"They're leis… my mom insisted." Jojo murmured, David rolled his eyes but Hildie simply grabbed at the handle and pulled it along after her.
"Come on, we're going to the ground floor and telling the police that we were trapped up here and are now leaving"
"Ahh, good plan! I like it! It doesn't involve more jumping over roof-tops!" David announced, tapping his palm with his fist at each statement
"Seconded!" Jojo added, shouldering his backpack handily and taking a moment to adjust his shirt. They shared a glance for a second before once again returning to ignoring each other. Hildie decided to join in and ignored the two of them as she opened the door again.

The corridor looked remarkably different now, the walls and floor looked horrible, covered in a thick mucus that stuck to the sole of Hildie's shoe. She frowned, what was this? She didn't understand. David likewise seemed confused but Jojo remembered earlier that day and grabbed them quickly
"Get back!" He pulled them back just in time as powerful fists narrowly missed the two of them, all three tumbling into a heap in Jojo's room. The green clad figure strode in magnificently, his whole body seemingly tensed and ready as he stared down the three Mission X members. Jojo knew him immediately, it was Duane, the killer from before.
"So, you came back? I felt the vibrations through the air of other life-forms and wondered what it was"
"Radiohead!" Jojo shouted, ignoring what Duane had said, his robotic Stand rose forward and struck out at Duane, connecting with his cheek and sending the enemy Stand User flying through the air and back into the corridor. "I got him?" Jojo was up quickly and walked to the door-frame, looking out to see Duane but found… nothing?
"Uriihihihi" came a laugh from the ceiling. Looking up Jojo screamed in shock and horror, Duane was standing on the roof of the hallway, which was bad enough, but his head was at a right-angle to his body
"How powerful! Your Stand is strong indeed isn't it? That was a neat trick earlier, getting me hit with Mr Marlon's Eye of the Tiger. I saw him die, by the way, Havoc Vocal really is a monster isn't he?"
"That's funny, coming from you" Jojo said, trying to sound cocky but with a tell-tale quaver to his voice. Duane grinned broadly and dropped to the floor, correcting his neck with one hand.
"I don't feel like fighting you guys yet… I'll meet you in the lobby, for a real show-down" with that, Duane walked towards the stairs down but looked over his shoulder, "Oh, by the way. I wouldn't recommend trying to escape, I've sealed the exits. Have fun warming up" with that ominous note, Duane disappeared down the staircase. Jojo heard David trying to break the window behind him and swearing
"Shit! He's sealed the windows in this stuff, what do we do?"

Whilst Jojo and David were thinking, Hildie calmly walked past the two of them and into the hallway, stretching her arms and cracking the joints of her fingers.
"Alright, I think it's time I showed you guys my true power"
"You're going to use your Stand?" David asked, listening to the odd sound of lumbering footsteps coming up the staircase. Hildie smiled at him, she always knew this day would come but it looked like it had been a bit early
"I've been meaning to tell you David… I may look 20 but in reality, I'm around 55 years old"
"Whaaat!? You're 45? But why do you look so young?" David's question was cut short by the door to the stair's being barged in by horrific monsters. They looked like people but with grey and green skin, decaying as they walked, they wore police uniforms but their sharp teeth and dead eyes told the truth. While Jojo and David yelled in surprise and got ready to fight, Hildie calmly walked forward clenching and unclenching her hands
"It is because I learnt a secret [Art] from a master in Venice. She knew my father in his battle against great monsters and now I know it too. Watch boys, this is the power of the Hamooooon!" On this note, Hildie rushed forward and with a loud yell struck the first zombie with a palm-strike. It took a few moments but after the impact the monster flew backwards with great force, a yellow energy crackling around it before smashing into the far wall. Not missing a beat, Hildie began whirling around striking more of the monsters. Her hands glowed like the light of the sun and Jojo was struck by the beauty of the movements, how even her breathing seemed to be as she struck vicious blows on the walking corpses. The final zombie, realising where it stood sank to it's knees
"W-wait! We didn't ask for this! Please don't ki-" his plea was cut short as Hildie's glowing hand sliced through his head and melted his brain. A splattering of blood covered her baggy hoodie and a few streaks had gotten onto her face as she calmly wiped the blood off of her hands and onto the carpet.
"None of you deserve mercy" She spat "None of you!"
"Hildie… are you alright?" David asked, stepping forward cross all the carnage at his feet. Hildie wiped some stray spittle away from her mouth and took a deep breath
"Yes, I'm fine. Come, let us take care of this vampire. Jojo? You have your things"
"Yes ma'am!" Jojo shouted, now more terrified of Hildie than of the undead monsters around them. She nodded absent-mindedly and began to lead the two of them down the staircase towards the lobby and their inevitable confrontation with the man called Duane.

The lobby itself was absolutely covered in the indescribably horrific liquid, Jojo grimaced as he stepped through it and looked upwards to see Duane sitting on a few cocoons of people. He patted them amiably on the side
"In case I need a top-up… I see you handled my zombie's well enough. I take it you two helped him? The boy doesn't seem all that capable" Jojo bristled at this but ignored it as Hildie stepped forward
"Come monster! Face the mightiest Hamon that Germany has to offer!"
"You're patriotic aren't you," drawled Duane "Just who are you?"
"My name is Hilda Stroheim! And I am here to see your life ended!" Hildie shouted, Jojo and David simultaneously wishing they could achieve that same air of badassery when they attempted these things. Duane first giggled, then began to chuckle and finally guffawed to the ceiling as Hildie scowled at him
"Interesting! Very well then, I accept. I was expecting to fight all of you at once but a Hamon User; that is different." Duane bowed, respectfully, before staring at Hildie and laughing as a blast of fluid fired from his eyes. It shot past Hildie and nearly impaled David and Jojo as it drilled into the wall besides them
"Fuck!" David yelled as he rolled to one side watching the fluid hitting the wall
"Is this in your medical books?" Jojo asked as he hid behind the front desk
"What do you think!?" David retorted, admiring the joke internally but greatly annoyed on the outside. Hildie stormed forward, ignoring the attacks from Duane and throwing a bunch directly at Duane's face. The vampire dodged, swerving his body to dodge the connection, before brutally kicking out at her abdomen. Hildie grunted at the impact but rolled to safety, her breathing still even
"Hmmm? Either you have abs of steel or that's body armour you're wearing under there" Duane noticed, Hildie grinned crouching on the ground before striking out again, this time going for a leg sweep. Duane leapt to avoid the leg but was caught in the air as Hildie struck out with her palm.
"I've got you!" Hildie shouted as Duane struck out with his hand to block it she felt her palm squelch into something indescribably disgusting "What the?"
"Urihihihi, you thought I wouldn't have a counter-measure? This is my stand Slime. It's organic but 100% non Ripple conductive. You didn't think hard enough, my girl, UGH!" Duane looked down in shock as he saw Hildie's bare knee smacking into his stomach
"It looks like you're the one who didn't think hard enough" Hildie smirked as she backed away, Duane staring at the wound in his stomach. Without missing a beat, Duane slammed his hand onto his stomach and gargled in agony as green goo filled the hole.
"Wrrrrryyyyhihi, I'm not a fool, you know. Slime doesn't conduct the ripple, if it fills the hole it stops the spread of your ripple. And if I stop your breathing…" Hildie realised too late the trap she had fell into as the Vampire's hand grabbed at her throat and began throttling her. "Urrriiiihihihi, what are you going to do now? Huh? Where's your mighty German pride now?" Duane laughed once more before releasing another high-pitched Wryyyyyyy watching as Hildie struggled to breathe and fight back.

"Shit, this is bad, we can't beat him like this" David mumbled, staring with terrified eyes at the scene in front of him "How do we fight a monster like that?"
"David…" Jojo murmured "I have an idea…" David looked up and saw Radiohead, it's monitor flashing rapidly with various images, most prominently a stone mask. Jojo opened his eyes and grinned
"I know how to beat him!"

"Urrriiihihihi, I always wondered why Karajan spoke so highly of that name, Stroheim. On par with the Joestar he always said. Well, looks like this is the end of his legacy" Duane began applying more pressure, watching as Hildie's eyes began to roll back but released her suddenly as he felt a horrible sensation on the back of his skull. Reaching back he finally grabbed David's arm with paintbrush in hand and hurled him across the room, David landed badly and screamed as he broke his arm against the stone pillar he connected with
"You! What did you do? I feel… strange"
"Heh, got you, you son of a bitch" David mumbled through the pain of his arm "I used my Stand, Artist in the Ambulance to 'heal' your brain. The stone mask works by changing the brain right? I just painted it back to default!"
"What!? You… it doesn't matter, I can still kill you and the girl with just my Stand, Slime."
"It's not us you have to worry about" David said, gleefully. Duane growled before his eyes widened in horror and realisation, turning to look behind him and seeing the boy in the Hawaiian shirt and beanie hat.
"I think I've worked out what to say when fighting…" Jojo said, pointing slowly at Duane "or rather, Radiohead has!" the robotic Stand flew forwards quickly and in a static like crackle shouted
"ORA!" with the first blow, Duane cushioned the blow with Slime but not much, and not in time to deal with the other fists coming in as Radiohead began it's barrage "ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!"
The pummelling blows finally got through slime and with a quick crackle, an image of Mike Tyson appeared on the screen just as Radiohead landed the final blow, a haymaker, that crashed Duane into the same crater Mr Marlon had been ground into mere hours before by Havoc's Stand.

Panting, Jojo fell to the ground looking to see how Hildie and David were doing. David had already fixed his arm and was now painting over Hildie's throat, trying to mend her broken trachea. Jojo fell back, laughing at the ceiling at how everything had ended and thinking back to how quickly all this had happened.
"Hey, this is no time to be laughing, Jojo! We need to get Hildie back, quick! Get your stuff!" Jojo looked up, meeting David's eyes, the look in them entirely different from earlier. The animosity had faded, accepting him as an ally, David nodded to him as Jojo got up and grabbed his bags. Escaping into the night, Jojo wondered what new experiences he might have in Mission X with his friends, little did he know the part he would pay in the battle against Theo Romance and the B.O.C nor how the experience would change not only him, but the entire world.

End of Introduction

History of the B.O.C

Mr Marlon

Born in Chicago in 1952, Mr Marlon was constantly picked on for his choice of haircuts and has a deep seated hatred of any and all people who believe themselves better than him. His best friend growing up was Duane Baron, and he was frequently the leader of the two. He discovered the Stone Mask in a museum where he worked as a janitor and stole it when he learnt of it's powers, using it on his friend at the first chance he got. He obtained his Stand thanks to Theo Romance but the details remain hazy. His superiority is one of the reasons he was renowned throughout the supernatural world, that he believed himself the greatest life-form and that everyone else was merely food. He accepted the mission to capture Havoc Vocal due to him being classed by Theo as an important asset but the reason behind this is still unknown.

Duane Baron

Born 1950, The best friend to Mr Marlon growing up, he became involved in gangs when he was 16 and spent the majority of his time rising in the ranks until he became renowned as a fearsome gangsters. When Mr Marlon gave him the gift of vampirism, he swore that as when they were kids, he would defer to Mr Marlon for everything. In the end, it was he who got them involved in the B.O.C after he tried to mug Theo Romance one night. Despite being a vampire, Theo utterly defeated him and swore him in after he realised the deep loyalty both he and Marlon represented. He also conferred his gang over to Theo and their fate remains unknown, but that man having control over more people can't be a good thing. Despite his actions, Duane was heartbroken at Mr Marlon's death and in a way he was pleased to be defeated by Jojo and granted peace to be with his friend once more. However, the identity of this mysterious Karajan he mentioned is still unknown to Mission X…