Collab post between myself and @thatguyinthestore
And just like that.
It had happened.
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Jotaro looked around as the scenery about him changed - from day to night, spring to winter. The air around him grew warm, then cold, then warm again. Cold and warm, cold and warm - light and darkness, order and chaos. The very thin fabrics that bind the very fabrics and tethers of reality and existence bent to the heel of one human being. One person, who had manifested such great power in the face of evil and suffering. This woman was Aoko Aozaki, and she would be the one to lend her power to the man known as Jotaro Kujo. A strong wind assaulted the room and everyone within, thrashing people and objects to the ground. Men who wouldn’t know power like this would’ve fallen. Those men would think that something like this was ‘impossible’, or it was ‘useless’, or that it simply couldn’t be done because of the false pretenses set upon them by those their greater. Those words are truly the most ignorant words Jotaro has come to known; ‘useless’. The very images of Jotaro’s past, present and future proved that nothing could be ‘useless’, or ‘impossible’. Those words meant nothing to Jotaro. They meant nothing to Kakyoin, or Polnareff, or Joseph, or Iggy, or Avdol. These names came to Jotaro immediately, like reflexes. But then, as the light from Heaven consumed his being, visions of people further down the line began to fill the delinquent’s mind. People that he might meet in the future?
Yes. Them. Would ‘useless’ mean anything to Josuke Higashikata? Or Koichi Hirose? Okuyasu Nijimura, Rohan Kishibe, Yukako Yamagishi, Hayato Kawajii?
Would it mean anything to Giorno Giovanna?
Who these people are going to be, Jotaro couldn’t divine. But he could see their faces, and their names. He could see visions of them - he saw visions of a boy with shitty hair walking towards him with an angry expression. He saw visions of a small student, yelling and pointing at a man in a purple suit. He saw visions of that man collapsed near an ambulance, crying havoc and yelling words that didn’t make sense. He saw visions of a boy with golden hair, standing in an office and reaching his hand out.
He saw an arrow. He saw Heaven.
He saw visions of a girl in a grassy field, walking towards nothing. He saw a vision of a man being torn apart, sliced in two. These weren’t memories of his, but they were memories of the woman’s past. They came as naturally to him and they did the other visions. But, that wasn’t the point, was it?
These memories were side effects of the true plan. A means to end this all.
The wind would knock them all down. But not this one.
Not today.
“Aoko Aozaki. . .”
The man walked forward, entering the light and revealing his new self.
“You really are a reliable ally.”
“But, you got one thing wrong.”
“My ability is not just Over Heaven. It's..."
『 STAR PLATINUM, THE WORLD OVER HEAVEN 』
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Felix only glared at Jotaro from behind his helmet, raising his shield up as a defense. He may not have been able to kill Ben, but he wasn't about to die here. Not today.
“You think you're tough shit, huh?! I CAN STILL WIN! I don't need Bane, or Hush, or Locus, or ANYBODY!"
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"I'M THE ONE WHO'S KILLED HALF THE GROUP! I'M THE ONE WHO LEAD YOU ALL HERE!! AND I'M THE ONE WHO'S GONNA KILL--”
"ORA!"
CRACK
As soon as Jotaro’s eyes fell upon Felix, a rush of concussive force blew through his shield. The room tremored with force, as if a train has just smashed through the building, but that was no train. The sheer momentum of something impacting with the shield sent Felix flying backwards - but that didn’t stop a fist from impacting with his chest, knocking the air out of him and sending him crashing into the concrete wall.
Something broke, but then-
“ORA!”
CRACK
Again. This time coming from the right. Felix was flying--
“ORA!”
The left.
“ORA!”
From above.
“ORA!”
From below.
“OOOORA!”
And into the ground. Felix was knocked around the room like a used doll, each smash resulting in a resounding crack resonating from his body, sending him flying directly into another punch. Shards of his shattered armor littered the ground around his body, which left a Felix-sized imprint in the ground. For those watching, what had occurred was the work of a god. . .or, at least, half of one.
Jotaro simply appeared around different points of the room, keeping his hands in his pocket and simply wincing with every smash. No noise or indication - he vanished and appeared, and vanished and appeared again, meeting Felix with a punch on his trajectory. Felix just appeared to bounce around the room like a rogue pinball. Even Aoko couldn’t see Jotaro moving - it was impossible to tell if he was stopping time, or if he was just that fast. Blurred movements occurred with each hit - afterimages of some humanoid Stand briefly appearing and vanishing within split seconds. The human eye could barely process the movements of the thing. Was this the power of Over Heaven?
Before Felix could look up, he felt a foot press against his shattered torso plate, pushing him into the ground. The glare of the lights didn’t stop him from seeing the man’s visage staring down at him.
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“. . .I don’t know how I got this power, honestly. I never thought I’d become this strong in the future. It’s gotten me somewhat excited. But, I feel bad, kicking such a pathetic man around while he’s down--”
Jotaro stopped, and thought for a moment. He looked back down at Felix, and hocked a wad of spit onto his helmet.
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“Actually, no. I don’t feel even an ounce of pity for you. All that crap you said about humans being evil by nature. . .I’ve seen evil, and I’ve seen men answer that evil tenfold. You’re just the exception - no, not even. I’ve seen men who’ve done worse than you. They’re all dead now, or wishing they were.”
“So, you aren’t even special. You aren’t even the biggest asshole I’ve seen. Good grief. . .how pathetic. You don’t belong in this reality. . .”
Jotaro rose a finger, and pointed it downwards towards Felix.
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“. . .so, I’ll just have to punch you into the next universe. Wouldn’t want to stain the place with your corpse.”
All Felix could do in response was weakly raise his hands in front of his face and flinch.
“No! No WAIT---!”
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And it came.
Felix would have no opportunity to talk. Or move. Or think. Or even exist. A golden blur filled his eyes like he was under a surgical table, and the greatest pain ever inflicted upon one man fell upon Felix the Mercenary. A ruthless tide of punches thrashed against his body like machine gun, each one stronger than the last, culminating in the total concussive force of a moon crashing upon the surface of a planet. His armor was obliterated like tissue paper, and his body was broken and brittle, about to shatter like glass.
But that wasn’t the worst.
Felix could feel some unknowable energy shoot up his spine as he was pummeled. When he was thrown to the ground from the thrashing, Jotaro looked at Felix one last time in the eyes. He raised a finger, and spoke with the decisiveness of a trained assassin.
“Get out of my universe.”
OOOOOOOOORAAAAAAA!
CRAAACK
The final smash resulted in Felix’s body shattering - literally. A purple aura consumed the mercenary’s body, and cracks began to appear around his body, beams of purple light bursting out from his body in a brilliant display of defeat. It felt as if he was about to explode from the inside out, but it was clear what was happening based on Jotaro’s declaration.
He was being banished.
With Felix now, from how it appeared, being wiped from existence entirely, he took off his helmet, throwing it to the side and looking Jotaro in the eye, revealing his face for the first and only time. His eyes were filled with nothing but pure hatred and malice, like that of a demon or a monster.
“F-fuck… y-you!” Felix shouted weakly. And, in one final, desperate attempt, Felix broke out into a full sprint, attempting to tackle Jotaro.
“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”
However, as soon as he leaped in the air, he disappeared, leaving behind only his helmet.
It was over.
Felix was
gone.
And Jotaro would be left to stare down at the helmet.
Jotaro kept his stance, but a sigh escaped his lips. His entire body suddenly ached, as if the energy of his age suddenly caught up to him. He struggled to stay standing, but had just enough energy to stare down at the cracked, orange helmet that lay on the ground. He doted on it very briefly, and then reached up to his cap and lowered it.
“There’s only one reason you lost, Felix.”
“One simple reason. . .”
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「 You really pissed me off. 」
FELIX. . .
「 The Mercenary 」
---Utterly defeated. . .GONE
@Ver @Widowmaker @thatguyinthestore @Crow @Jeremi @Everyone.
