Steve from Accounting breaks free from the supply closet in which he was locked, and barges out onto the burnt streets of Costa Brava.
"Hey guys! Some lame-o locked me in the supply closet by mistakerino! Where in the shizzle is everyone?" Steve calls out. The only person in the vicinity to hear Steve's obnoxious goddamn voice is Condensed Wadley, who marches straight towards Steve after eating what's left of his ice cream cone with the wrapper still on.
"Could you please keep you're volume down? You're causing a disturbance." Wadley states.
"Excuse me, but did you just tell me to keep 'you are' volume down? Did you ever take any grammar classes?" Steve mocks Wadley, and Wadley senses the thoughts of all those who want to kill this man due to his obnoxiousness.
"Tell me, why do so many people want you gone, accountant?" Wadley asks, his strangling hands twitching at his sides.
"Well, I don't know why people would want me to skidaddle, I'm flippity fantastic! I do ALL the accounting stuff! Without me, stocks would plummet, and we'd probably all go bankrupterino and lose our jobberinos in a jiffy!"
"There's no way the entire economy hinges on you."
"It might as well." Steve snickers. Wadley, sick of Steve's shit, walks straight up to him and wrings his neck until death occurs, at which point he tosses him back in the supply closet.
Beyond the city limits of Costa Brava, Voicetext Victor, the grandson of the original founder and mayor of the city, and the one who gave it its name, shows up in the Zone A Radio Station to make a special cameo broadcast to the whole city. In the radio station is Victor's grandfather, also known as the original founder of the city and former mayor, Christus Victor, who immediately goes on air and starts talking about Goddard making trouble in Iraq. He uses very foul language, which of course has to be censored for the sake of being on the radio. He then passes the mic to his grandson, who clears his throat before speaking.
"Hello I am voice text to Victor begin to you from Beyond God. Got to go Costa Brava."
With these awe-inspiring words delivered to the people of the city, Victor heads out of the radio station and into the city itself, many a Costa Bravan citizen already shedding tears at his message.
Ignis heads into the Order's semi-secret Costa Brava location.
"Hey guys, I've got some probably noteworthy news." Ignis says, leaning against the wall near the water cooler with a couple other people. This outpost in particular is the base of operations for several of the Order's less-powerful grunts, whose abilities are more utilitarian than combat-based, with Ignis being a rare exception to this. The other two at the cooler with him are Teck Sport, the Order's technician (who in reality mostly just uses his Stand, Lock the Taskbar, to make computers malfunction and then fixes them himself so he gets paid more), as well as Polion, who has a pretty useless Stand, and mostly just monitors information and deals with paperwork.
"Is it about the big-ass fire?" Polion says, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
"Yes! It is! And more importantly, the fact that I actually didn't do it this time!" Ignis says, gripping his plastic water cup in frustration and causing it to splash everywhere.
"Whoa dudeham, chillizzle out a bit. Do you have any idea who was actually responsible?" Teck asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Not a clue, but I'd be willing to bet that those obnoxious WCL guys have something to do with it. Everything that happens around here seems to somehow loop back to them."
"Well, not much we can do about them. They've taken out a bunch of the best guys we had left already." Polion takes a hearty sip from his water cup. "Well, nice talking to you, but I have far less interesting things to be doing. Bye."
Polion walks away from the water cooler and back to his workspace, and with nothing else to talk about, Ignis and Teck soon return to their respective cubicles as well.
A big game hunter named Sh as Mason treks into the ashen wastes of the Painforest, now that the walls are burned down and the jungle, or at least what's left of it, is accessible to all. Sh as Mason uses his Stand, Block N Load, to send out radar pulses through the Painforest to search for living entities or machinery. Eventually, this results in something being outlined in red from Sh as Mason's perspective, and he heads towards it, his trusty rifle and machete both at the ready. As he reaches the entity, Sh as Mason finds that it is in fact Man Forrest, who is currently crumpled on the ground. Greatly disappointed that it isn't some exotic beast that he can hunt and skin, Sh as Mason throws his arms in the air.
"Blimey, you had me getting my hopes up, chap!" Sh as Mason says, and Man Forrest begins to stir and get up.
"Get out…of here…this is a restricted area…" Man Forrest manages.
"Hahaha! That's the point, old sport! Trespassing makes the thrill of the hunt that much more enticing, don't you think?"
"I said…get out…!" Man Forrest gets to his feet, and brings out his Stand.
"Ohoho! My my, what have we here? A Stand user, in the middle of a burnt down jungle, seemingly no more than ten years of age? This certainly got a lot more interesting all of the sudden. Perhaps I can get a trophy out of this, after all."
Sh as Mason points his rifle at Man Forrest, but before he can pull the trigger, Tree of Life throat punches him in the blink of an eye, causing him to stagger backwards for a comical distance.
"Oh! Oh blimey! Bloody hell, crikey! Gadzooks, egad!"
Sh as Mason continues these utterances as he continues stumbling backwards, all the way out of the Painforest and out of the city. Man Forrest's Stand vanishes again, Man Forrest himself not really having the energy to keep it out at the moment.
"Oh dang, looks like I really showed up late to this one, huh?"
Man Forrest grits his teeth, not even looking to see who talked.
"For the last time…this area, is off limits, to the general public."
"Good thing I'm not this 'general public' you're talking about, then. Come on, do you not remember me? We were in contact for like, at least three seconds when I put the Relic in you as your Stand."
"I really…don't remember that at all, but I'm in no state to fight, either…so I guess I have to take your word for it." Man Forrest looks up, and standing before him is Arya, an incredibly important figure to all aspiring jungle protectors.
"Well, I guess since I'm here now, I can at the very least help you start to fix this place up a bit. Don't worry, as long as you and that Stand of yours are alive, this jungle can never truly be destroyed."
"Hey, Arya. Where's the Breach." Arya suddenly turns around, seeing Kira standing behind her.
"Kinda in the middle of something here, bud. By the time I showed up, whatever happened here was already over, but I have a sneaking suspicion I could point you in the right direction. Which would be…"
Kira doesn't even pay attention to Arya, instead walking to Man Forrest.
"Did you encounter anything bright blue in this area." Kira demands, not even really asking it as a question.
"Uh, yeah, you could say that." Man Forrest manages.
"Where."
Man Forrest points in the same direction that Arya is pointing, which is up, towards the calamitous sun hovering in the sky above.
"Well, I'll have to deal with that at some point, somehow." Kira simply walks away now that he's heard the information he came for.
"Alright, now that he's gone, I guess I can…the hell was I even doing again?" Arya seems to have lost her train of thought.
"Something about fixing this place up a bit?" Man Forrest offers.
"Oh yeah. Your Stand can do that. It won't be fast, but it'll suffice." Arya explains. Man Forrest brings out Tree of Life to test this statement, and, sure enough, it seems like the ashen areas around the Stand are slowly returning to natural states. "And, I guess, since the dragon is dead, we'll have to get a new protector around here. And seeing how absolutely nobody else is qualified for said position, that protector WILL be you."
"Hey, I'm qualified!" says Benny Hills, popping out from the water tile that he used to stay safe during the fire.
"Hi qualified, I'm Dad!" says Dad, surfacing right next to Benny.
"Nnnnnno." Arya gives Benny only a passing glance, before turning her attention back to Man Forrest. "So, do we have a deal?"
"You already said I don't have a choice, but sure." Man Forrest holds out his hand, and he and Arya shake on it, while Benny wonders where the fuck the Painforest went.