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[toiu]

Time Travel, Vampires, and Enemy Stand Users sure made life complicated - though dressing up as his grandson isn't the worst idea Joseph's attempted to get through a pickle like this. Tokyo circa 1989 was a little bit overwhelming upon first arrival, he admits. He might have been loudly menacing an innocent bystander or two for answers before bumping into Kakyoin. Apparently, they knew each other? And apparently, they're going to have to bluff their way through an attack coming in a few days - with himself as a decoy.

It's a lot to take in at once, but they make it to the Kujos' home without incident, managing to avoid direct contact with Holly on the way. Joseph even keys in on the fact that he shouldn't get boot tracks all over the nicely manicured gravel of the zen garden or the clean wooden floors.

This plan of theirs only really starts to come together once they find where Jotaro keeps his clothes, and he begins to slip on the second gakuran stowed away in his room.

[trivialpursuit]

Tokyo 1989 isn't prepared for one Joseph Joestar, let alone two, and especially not one that's somehow come here from decades in the past thanks to, you know, Stand nonsense or whatever. Stand user life is so, so incredibly difficult, especially for Kakyoin. It's not just finding Joseph shouting at bystanders - and boy, is that a conversation for the ages - but the fact that he knows, having interacted with enough Joestar family tree members, that none of Joseph's actual relatives will be able to handle this. That's just a fact.

He tells himself this while they're breaking and entering into Jotaro's bedroom, which is possibly the strangest thing Kakyoin has ever done, but maybe this is what being a rebellious teen is all about... no, it's just stupid Stand stuff, as usual. First he says he'll keep watch in the hall, but one loud noise in the room gets him inside immediately to make sure Joseph hasn't broken anything, and now he's just slouched against the wall, waiting impatiently. Hm, hm...

"You look like you've never worn a school uniform before." Oh, youthful Mr. Joestar... his faith is in the ground.

[toiu]

“I skipped class a lot,” he remarks matter-of-factly, as if Kakyoin was the fool for wasting his time with something as dull as schooling. Why listen to a stuffy private tutor when you can be out in the city learning sweet stage tricks? The answer is obvious.

He rifles through more of Jotaro’s stuff, finding the two belts that apparently came with these pants. The outfit is assembled in front of a mirror - though he is a bit dissatisfied with how dull the black and gray looked on him. Terrible. His grandson could at least add a few more splashes of color to break it up.

A hand raises up to flatten the wild tufts of hair a little, like the photos he spotted in the house. Joseph is a lot of things, but he likes to think of himself as a pretty decent actor. It’s all part of the illusion, after all.

“Okay - where’s the hat?”

slides backwards into this post on my heelies

[trivialpursuit]

Everything he ever admired about Mr. Joestar... actually, none of these revelations of what a class-skipping brat he used to be really shatter any illusions Kakyoin had about the old man. Still a man worthy of his respect, to be sure, but is any of this a surprise besides Joseph being here as a young man? Not really!

Kakyoin watches him assemble the outfit and, honestly, it looks weird. Jotaro and Joseph are more or less the same size and shape, but everything else down to how they carry themselves is different enough that, sadly, he still looks like someone wearing a Jotaro costume. But maybe Kakyoin is too close to the truth here, since at a glance, that's a hatless Jotaro standing on the other side of the room.

"You're not going to like the hat," he says, and then, uh. "Actually, I'm not sure he has more than one." For reasons he doesn't want to discuss, such as 'it's a ratty piece of shit hat,' and 'it could be part of him?'

kickflips through a hoop

[toiu]

Hrm. Kakyoin isn't looking too convinced over there, which makes Joseph more sure they should find some sort of substitute hat in the time they have to prepare. Aside from completing the outfit, he could use it to hide his face to some extent to try and make up for their differences in appearance. An enemy in the heat of a battle won't be paying attention to the small details, right?

"We'll need to find something," he says,"Actually - we'll need to find a few more somethings in the city once we're done here."

Guns, grenades, string, an assortment of paper clips.. He has a whole host of ideas for booby traps and hamon-conducting accessories. The good thing about the big coat was it had plenty of places to hide them.

"- But I need your help to make this work. I'm going in totally blind here, but you're Jotaro's friend. What does he sound like? How does he usually act around people? I don't want to step out there and tip someone off."