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mythvoiced · 1 month
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"Okay, but if… hypotethically speaking, hear me out, if- if everything you write… were to become reality… could that alter history? I'm… do you think I can still get some coffee at this hour, or-"
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alexsmitposts · 4 years
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US and coronavirus: three awkward questions Let's ask the question: what in reality can stand behind the words of the us under Secretary of State for Europe and Eurasia Philip Ricker, who directly declared our country to be conducting a campaign to "spread disinformation" about the fact that the United States is involved in the emergence and spread of the 2019-nCoV infection in China? There is no doubt that this demarche is, first of all, an "anti-Russian throw-in", as it was quite rightly assessed by the Russian foreign Ministry. But, at the same time, in accordance with the well-known Russian proverb, what is happening is extremely similar to the situation with the spontaneous combustion of a headdress on someone who has just sincerely felt through other people's pockets. There was a lot of excitement in Washington about this. Why would that be? I'm not going to press any charges. As well as saying anything to try to convince you that the outbreak of the coronavirus that threatens the planet today is directly related to the deliberate and deliberate actions of certain organizations, structures or individuals from the United States of America. I just suggest that you look for answers to just three blocks of questions set out below. What conclusions you come to in the end is your own business. However, we all clearly have something to think about. 1. Why so many "coincidences"? I will make a reservation at once – in any story that affects the interests of more than a couple of individuals and assumes financial consequences for an amount exceeding a hundred or two rubles (or dollars), I consider it categorically unacceptable to operate with categories like "coincidence" and "accident". This doesn't happen. And when" at stake " are the lives of millions and economic interests, numbering in the tens and hundreds of billions-even more so. In a situation with a coronavirus, too many details are not what they say, but just a shout that there is no "coincidence" to talk about here. First of all, it is about the simplest parameters: place and time. The epidemic" for some reason " breaks out on the eve of the Chinese new year, which more than 100% guarantees the maximum defeat of people with the virus and its maximum spread due to the seasonal migration flows inherent in China. Usually, during this period (according to official Chinese data), rail transport transports a little less than half a billion passengers around the country, and about 100 thousand of its residents travel by plane. If Beijing had shown a little less speed, determination and concentration in imposing quarantine and restricting freedom of movement, the whole of China would have been covered by a severe epidemic today. And this leads us to the question of the place where everything, in fact, began. If we assume that someone chose the ideal point of attack, then it should have been Wuhan. At least due to the fact that there is a us diplomatic mission there, which allows American citizens who have immunity and, let's say, a certain official affiliation to be in the city. But it's not just that. The largest transport hub in China, which has an equal distance from Shanghai and Hong Kong (about 800 km) - these are the cities whose defeat by the disease would be extremely unprofitable for the United States. In the first of them, there are too many representative offices of American corporations that employ US citizens – people who are not the lowest level in management. In the second, mass riots have been going on for a long time, and the Americans have already invested a lot of effort, money, and resources in fomenting them. But the production facilities of the Apple group, the company that Donald trump so wanted to "bring home", and which "rested" on this issue longer and more persistently than others, are almost half closer to the epicenter of the disease. And today, as you might guess, they are completely stopped. According to the Nikkei Asian Review, the world may soon be left without new iPhones at all... Whatever it was, the emergence of the 2019-nCoV epidemic occurred precisely at the moment of the tipping phase of the" trade war " between Washington and Beijing, almost coinciding with the signing of the first phase of the deal, which can become either a short-term truce, after which the fight will continue with a poorly predictable result, or... The beginning of the forced surrender of the Chinese comrades, who at all times preferred to sacrifice little in order not to lose everything. That's what it looks like. "War on two fronts" – and with American duties, and with the coronavirus, China may survive. The only question is-at what cost? The current situation clearly gives the United States a clear advantage in all further disputes and conflicts with the PRC. In any case, for the near future. 2. Why is 2019-nCoV so similar to an artificial ethnovirus? Conspiracy, you say? There are no diseases that can selectively affect representatives of only one nation, race, or ethnic group, there has never been, and cannot exist in principle?! Well, what about a lot of serious documentary evidence that work on this topic was started at least several decades ago and continues to this day? At the end of the 70s of the last century, South Africa had a top-secret project "Coast", the purpose of which was to create a bioweapon capable of hitting only people with black skin. And that's when (also a coincidence?) The USSR sent proposals to the UN to conclude a new international agreement prohibiting the development and creation of new types of WMD, including "ethnic weapons". Soviet military intelligence was working on its conscience... Theoretically, there are methods of genetic engineering, the same RNA interference, the creators of which received very real "Nobel prizes" for their development, allowing you to develop viruses that will infect and kill very clearly and differentiated. Yes, in the scientific world, this idea is considered extremely difficult to implement in practice, but if you take into account the huge amounts that are invested in military development by the Pentagon, we can not say that it is completely impossible. I really want to get an answer to the question: why do almost all the most deadly infectious diseases on the planet recently have their epicenter, the vast majority of them, in South-East Asia? "SARS", "swine" and "avian" flus, now 2019-nCoV... Let's write off everything out of habit as a "combination of circumstances" or think: is someone trying to find an "absolute weapon" against a particular ethnic group by trial and error? Today, scientists from all over the world are vying to claim a lot of "oddities" regarding the disease that struck China. An increasing number of them are beginning to assume its completely artificial nature. This conclusion was reached, for example, by scientists from the Delhi state University. Jawaharlal Nehru, who stated that 2019-nCoV is a tricky "build" of two different types of coronavirus that are characteristic of animals, with the addition of some "inserts" that are most similar in nature... AIDS! The fact that this virus is almost 80% similar to "SARS" or SARS, being its "augmented" and "improved" version, has already been fully proven. So: that SARS in any case could not occur naturally (for example, as a result of mutation), God knows when wrote such publications as the Lancet, Science and the New England Journal of Medicine. It is not "yellow journalism", ladies and gentlemen! It is, accordingly, one of the most authoritative medical journals in the United States, as well as the official print bodies of the American Association for the advancement of science and the medical society of Massachusetts. To the credit of Russian scientists, it is worth adding that the clearly artificial origin of "atypical pneumonia" was stated in 2003 by a member of the Russian Academy of Sciences, geneticist Sergey Kolesnikov. He, by the way, pointed out that it affects mainly Asians, representatives of the Mongoloid race. And, by the way, what about our statistics on deaths from 2019-nCoV? As of the time of writing this article – out of 2,400-plus deaths-only 20 outside of China (and not the fact that they also died not from there). As far as we know, the so-called "input cell" of the coronavirus, called ACE2 by geneticists, has already been isolated. According to their statement, this is usually only available for Asian men. Not an "ethnic virus"? 3. Why does the US behave as if it knew and prepared?                                                  We must pay tribute to the Americans-from the very beginning of the epidemic, they act extremely cynically, rejecting even the usual hypocrisy for themselves. The Consulate General in Wuhan was evacuated by them super-operatively. At the same time, a couple of days later, a statement by Chinese foreign Ministry spokeswoman Hua Chunying was published on the website of the Xinhua news Agency, describing the actions of the United States as "more than untimely, ungenerous and extremely unfavorable". It was, it seems,about the ban on travel to China and the hysteria about the coronavirus, which is being fanned by the American media. But is it only about them? Exercises to conduct large-scale events in conditions of biological contamination are conducted by the Pentagon on a large scale and very regularly. The last time such maneuvers, which involved not only the military, but also representatives of many other state services and divisions, were held there just last year. One of the legends was "ensuring the transportation of biological material that is highly dangerous", and consisted of loading and unloading super-protected containers from aircraft... samples of the virus? Infected people? Such details were not shared with the media. By the way, what is interesting is that the us military and the South Korean army are working out the "joint response to biological threats of natural or artificial origin" with special punctuality. Asia Again... This has been happening every year since 2011. A lot has already been written about us biological laboratories, which have well-founded suspicions about their participation in the development of biological weapons. And yet... Hundreds of such highly classified objects exist almost all over the world. However, for some reason, a particularly large number of them are located along the borders of Russia and China. The development of "selective" bioweapons requires extreme accuracy and consideration of all local parameters without exception. These are not ordinary bombs. Now let's talk about another interesting American organization, which would be an unforgivable mistake not to recall in the context we are discussing. This is about the Johns Hopkins health safety Center. Employees of this Center regularly conduct extremely interesting simulations, which are, in fact, something like command and staff exercises, only in case of a global epidemic, not a war. The first such simulation, codenamed "Dark winter", took place in the summer of 2001. The last, "Event 201" (the fourth in a row) - in November 2019. In both cases, the "legend" was a massive pandemic. In the "Event 201" process, the coronavirus was clearly indicated as the cause. Both "staff games" directly preceded the time of outbreaks in China – in the first case, SARS, in the second – 2019-nCoV. What explanation do you have for this? Well, for the "snack" - a few more not so large-scale, but more than eloquent details. Wuhan became the first place in China where a real 5G network was launched. the US is absolutely ready to prevent the "penetration into the world" of this technology in the Chinese version at any cost. As it became known, Washington refused to evacuate its citizens from the Diamond Princess cruise ship, where 330 Americans are located, despite the willingness of the Japanese authorities to let them go home. At the same time, 14 US citizens – passengers of the liner, whose presence of 2019-nCoV was confirmed, were removed from its Board and allegedly returned to their homeland with placement in the strictest isolation. More than a strange logic of action, don't you think? By the way, the Pentagon has been very active in all matters related to the coronavirus from the very beginning. Quiet work and business activity-as if he knows exactly what he is dealing with. In conclusion, I would like to remind you that the United States of America has already carried out at least once, almost completely, the genocide of an entire huge ethnic group, using, in fact, "selective bioweapons". Yes, Yes-we are talking about the indigenous population of the United States, North American Indians, which the ancestors of those who today hold senior positions in the White House, and the state Department, the CIA and the Pentagon, sitting in Congress, quite calmly poisoned with smallpox-infected blankets. In Anglo-Saxon jurisprudence, this is called "precedent"...
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sparklyjojos · 6 years
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So the pieces in the book that relate back to Jorge Joestar, now that you know the context, what's the real meaning behind those exchanges?
Let me present to you: a long meta post (and I do mean LONG) in which I analyse Jorge Joestar chapter by chapter, pick quotes that relate back to Tsukumojuku and/or hint at the Beyonds’ True Nature, and unleash massive commentary as well as some theories.
[NOTE FROM FUTURE ME: THIS POST IS PRETTY OUTDATED AND SHOULDN’T BE TAKEN AS VERY ACCURATE. It also strongly depends on the particular wild guess theory linking Beyond with the narrator of another book rather than just Maijo. ]
[BIG SPOILERS for Jorge Joestar and Tsukumojuku under the read more; seriously, if you care about having spoilers for Tsukumojuku, either read the book first or head to my masterpost here for English recaps]
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Chapter 1
“But you understand the concept of a detective? (…)  A fictional device, a role destined to always arrive at the truth in the end. (…) That’s me.”
Not even a minute into his first talk with Jorge and Tsukumojuku already says he’s a fictional plot device. Which… yeah, he is.
[Tsukumojuku swishing curtains] “A new world lies before us!” he announced. “Facts previously hidden from view! My solution was not complete! I was wrong! The case! Is not! Done!”
Why would he say that “this is (here is) a new world” (ここに新しい世界がある!)? Because it is. For him, this is a new world, and I’m not sure if by all this talk about how “the case” is still continuing he doesn’t also mean that the narrative’s existence is continuing. (ie. ‘Y’know, with the way things ended in the previous book I thought this world was going to implode, and yet it didn’t and here I am’)
[Explaining why he doesn’t mind if he gets shocked with hamon] “Experience is everything.” [何事も経験だからな, something like “[in order to] experience everything”]
I may be oversensitive to the word “experience” after Tsukumojuku (just like I’m oversensitive to whenever he uses the word “honestly” because it has Shoujiki’s name in it, lol), but it does remind me a lot about the Original achieving “growth” because of “experience”.
“I’ve been playing the role of the detective all this time, and I know exactly how it feels. Something like this cannot occur without the arbitrary will of a ‘god’. I have something watching over me, something like a god, yet not God. (…) Say that I’m Sherlock Holmes. Then I’m certain that I have something outside of this world serving as my Arthur Conan Doyle.”
A very apt comparison there, as the Beyonds really have been ‘writing’ him. He says he’s been “playing the role” of the detective, because once again, he’s a character in a story, and on some level he’s aware of that.
“My Beyond has abandoned me. I’m still me, but my role in this world is no longer guaranteed by Beyond. Beyond has chosen a new protagonist for this world… for this story. You, Jorge Joestar. This is the last thing I’m certain of.”
Read: “the triplets switched fandoms and you’re their new shiny self-insert OC, and I got degraded to NPC status, so to speak”.
This is also why he doesn’t have the supernatural beauty anymore: it was something he only had because of the triplets overcompensating for their own poor self-image. Since Tsukumojuku is not a self-insert anymore, maybe that trait doesn’t have to be there? Or is that because the triplets are in a better mental place now and don’t have to overcompensate? (God I hope so.)
“Sure, I had my rough patches, and things happened that were sad, or painful.”
“Rough patches” is an understatement of the year, considering what things he went through in Tsukumojuku.
“I know that much, even at eleven. And because I’m eleven, I’m a little jealous that you’ve stolen my position. I’m just a kid, after all.”
That… doesn’t really sound like something an 11-year-old would say, but like something someone (a character) with far more life experience would say trying to be seen as an 11-year-old. (I’m not saying that he’s that adult-in-kid’s-body trope, he’s not, it’s just that the fictional concept of Tsukumojuku is older and.. god, I don’t even know how to explain my train of thought here. It’s very meta.)
“I think you’ll play the character of Jorge Joestar in a story called Jorge Joestar.”
…yeah. Yeah, he will.
”[Tsukumojuku] was amazing. He should have been the main character!“
He was :’)
Chapter 2
[wacky theory mode on] I said that before, but “Jouji” is an alternative name for a repetition mark, aka the thing that repeats the previous kanji without being the same kanji. Combined with the fact that neither Jorge nor the Katos recognize Tsukumojuku or even the name ‘Tsukumojuku’, and Jorge was adopted by a single father from Nishi Akatsuki and grew up to be a detective, there’s an interesting theory to be had here about whether we could count Jorge as a would-be-Tsukumojuku of this world. …though of course Jorge is the self-insert / para-me of one of the Beyonds, so you could argue he’s the Tsukumojuku equivalent for that reason already. [wacky theory mode off]
The farmhouse on fire belonged to the Kato family of Nishi Akatsuki. Kato Serika’s parents had died recently, and she’d been in town to deal with their empty house.(…) I found her standing outside with her husband Satoshi and their four-year-old son Seshiru, staring blankly at the fire.
Serika and Seshiru are here, for some reason as a mother and a child, and also without that whole matricide business. Jorge uses their proper kanji towards them both. Serika being a happy wife and mother is quite expected, since in Tsukumojuku she ultimately apologized to him and he removed the curse. (I guess the Beyonds forgave at least the fictional version of her on some level and “let” her have a normal life? Or this is an idealized, ‘innocent’ Serika – she even uses the Fukui dialect, which may I remind you she never used in Tsukumojuku and even abused it out of Tsukumojuku because hearing it pissed her off so much. …note that even in this book Tsukumojuku still doesn’t use the dialect; guess it’s kinda ingrained in his character now, even if in Jorge Joestar’s 1st Universe he was brought up in presumably different circumstances.)
I have no idea why Seshiru’s a four-year-old. Maybe because while the Beyonds can imagine a happy adult Serika easily, the only possible image of an innocent / happy Seshiru they can think of is back when he was a small child? Or did the actual Seshiru, as in Serika’s twin, actually exist in the 37th Universe but died, and the kid was named after him? Who knows.
The wormhole tornado fucking up the Kato house can be seen as a very delayed fulfillment of Tsukumojuku’s wish to destroy it back in the Seventh Story.
I looked up, and the clouds covering the sky were swirling. I saw something shaped like a funnel retreating back into the sky. It was dark, and hard to make out, but… had that been a tornado?
Wormhole tornadoes make a comeback, and just like in Tsukumojuku, they like to show up near the Kato residence and throw people into the previous story– pardon, the previous universe. Since the 37 Universes loop around, Tsukumojuku got thrown back from the 1st to the 37th one. (So he didn’t actually travel to the future, but to the past.)
“There will be no next time,” Tsukumojuku said. “I’ll never call myself a detective again. Not now I’ve met you.(…) You are the Jorge Joestar who will steal my title.”
Read: “I’m not the main character anymore, since you stole my spotlight and that’s why this book’s title is Jorge Joestar instead of Tsukumojuku”
“Why did Javier spend so much time sleeping? ‘When I slept, I was trapped in a locked room with my mother.’ (…) What caused such anger, and self-loathing? (…) What was his mother doing in that room that would lead to such hatred? (…) Sleeping and escaping into dreams were ways of escaping his flesh while he was in that locked room with her. Whatever was happening to his flesh was so horrific he had to escape it. (…) It’s nothing but a hypothesis, but I’ve begun to believe that continual, repetitive suffering can lead to the development of unusual powers that help the sufferer escape.”
This quote applies so well to what the Beyonds went through that it has to be intentional: abused by their mother (and later some other people), they withdrew into daydreaming as a defense mechanism. Or, to use a term from Jorge Joestar, they developed a Wound, and that Wound just happened to be the entire ‘reality’ of of Tsukumojuku and Jorge Joestar. The term “continual suffering” was already mentioned in Tsukumojuku, when describing how Ms. Suzuki (=the fictional version of the triplets’ mother) repeatedly burned his throat (=the fictional ‘mild’ version of what was actually her trying to kill them), and he slowly got used to that. This fact may also be reflected in the story of Antonio Torres slowly getting accustomed to getting his skin peeled off by his own mother. (You may notice there’s a lot of horribly abusive moms in Jorge Joestar. And a lot absent or never-really-talked-about paternal figures, even if you’d expect them to play a bigger role in the plot, like Speedwagon or Straits. Relating to the triplets’ own relationships with their parents?)
Tsukumojuku mentioning earlier in the chapter that Javier Cortez was a high schooler and wanted to become a mystery novelist may also apply to the triplets, as they’re assumedly teenagers (in their late teens by now, maybe?) and love mystery novels. Especially since Tsukumojuku later says that “Beyond is writing a mystery novel in which you are the detective.” Though it’s important to note that Javier Cortez never actually wrote anything; instead of pouring his creativity on paper, he used all of it to perfect the dreams and his locked room ideas… kinda like the triplets. 
The first two chapters are painful to read in hindsight. The Beyonds invent two different characters who are sons physically abused by their mothers, and both of them end up killing people and later being killed. A symbol of how the triplets, consciously or not, perceive their possible life outcomes?
Maybe researching [the Katos’] family tree would get me somewhere.
This is a hint, maybe?
My eyes met Tsukumojuku’s. His eyes looked very sad. Did we have our own Javier Cortez?
YES. YES, YOU DO. I love how this paragraph is constructed. If you don’t know Tsukumojuku, you’ll be like, okay, Jorge is clearly thinking about Javier Cortez here in context of that 15-puzzle serial killer. But if you do know Tsukumojuku, this is a clever connection of Tsukumojuku ( and the Beyonds) to what happened to Javier Cortez.
Chapter 3
Nothing really important. The term Wound (as in, the word 傷 put in quotation marks) did appear in Tsukumojuku, in the Third Story, but it was only describing a mental state rather than a Stand-like superpower.
Chapter 4
”(…) Tsukumojuku must have headed [to Morioh] shortly after I left him at the hospital. Either he’d been pretending not to be interested or he’d found some reason to care after I left.“
While Jorge Joestar doesn’t give a possible reason why he went to Morioh, we can make guesses. Maybe he learned that the Arrow Cross House was there, and for some reason felt like he should head there. (Back in Tsukumojuku, the Second One mentioned that maybe because of destiny they’d have to go to the Cross House eventually, so…?)
[wild theory mode on] Or, let’s assume that while he still was in Nishi Akatsuki, Tsukumojuku really did talk with the Katos like he mentioned he wanted to – this would also explain how he got the money and knowledge needed to make the train trip to Morioh (that’s assuming they were still friendly after he destroyed their house, of course). Maybe he heard from them that this universe’s Daibakusho Curry (ie. Kato Tsutomu, his dear younger brother in Tsukumojuku) was currently in Morioh, and wanted to get to him fast? Maybe he somehow knew that the Arrow Cross House is in Morioh, and that in combination with Daibakusho Curry hanging around spurred him into action, even though he probably wouldn’t even know why he felt so compelled to hurry there (because he’s already been too late to the Cross House once and almost lost Tsutomu… though he probably doesn’t remember that.) [/wild theory mode off]
His throat had been slit so deep that only a single layer of skin kept his head attached.
If this was Tsukumojuku, he’d just stand up and continue as always with his head magically okay, since being the self-insert gave him functional immortality. However, this Tsukumojuku, just like the character of Seiryoin in the Fifth Story, has “lost the status of God of this world” (is now just an NPC) – and so can be murdered for good.
I got off the train at Morioh Station shortly after 1 PM, and looked over the map of the town posted just outside the station gates. Deja vu. Had I been here before?I was sure I hadn’t.
Later in the book, this deja vu is explained with the fact that the land Morioh is located on actually has the long-lost land of England underneath it, and Jorge has seen the shape of England on Tsukumojuku’s map. Which I guess makes sense… but in my wacky theory loving heart, this is because once he looked at the map of the town, and at his destination = Arrow Cross, he felt a weird sense of deja vu when seeing a cross-shaped house on a hill. (Tapping into Tsukumojuku’s memories? Or the Beyond’s memories, in a way?)
“It appeared five years ago, without any of the neighbors noticing the construction. Despite the size of it. For three years before that a different house stood here (…) Now, the house that stood here before this one was a very simple square building. (…) At any rate, that square house – the neighbours called it the Cube House – supposedly was moved here from a town called Nishi Akatsuki, in Fukui. How that rumor got around without anyone having any idea who owned the house, nobody knows.”
In Tsukumojuku, the Cross House was in Nishi Akatsuki. Nobody has noticed its construction, it could be moved to some extent just like Arrow Cross, and it happened to have 24 rooms, which is the number of rooms Arrow Cross has if you don’t count the halls or the Cube House in the middle. (That could also mean that you can interpret the ‘Heavenly Throne’ to be… Rohan’s chair in his study. Because he’s an artist, therefore a ‘God’. lol) 
It’d be an interesting theory to say that the Cross House kinda… teleported on top of the Cube House and merged with it, but later in the book the not-Cube-House parts of Arrow Cross are said to be a natural result of Reimi getting stabbed with the four arrows, so I guess the theory fails here. (Still a cool reference, though.)
Whatever. I was more concerned with what the fact that Tsukumojuku had been murdered here, in a house that had been transported from Nishi Akatsuki, actually meant.
*looks at Tsukumojuku with the titular character having to at one point attempt to solve a case of (what seemed to be) another ‘Tsukumojuku’s’ murder in the Cross House* *looks again at Jorge’s deja vu* Hm. I wonder
Nekoneko had been found in town, near a strange-shaped stone called Angelo Rock, surrounded by stuffed dogs, cats, and pheasants.
…I feel a certain sense of satisfaction knowing that her corpse was deliberately put next to another child predator.
“There’s an important, inflexible law that defines the world. (…) Everything has meaning. Nothing is out of place.”
“Hmph. That’s only true in mystery novels.”
“But I’m a detective. The moment I get involved, the rules of the world shift to my genre.”
“(…) So this is a mystery novel, then? Hmm.”
(…) “If everything has meaning, then my coming here means something, Rohan,” I said. “I have a role to play here – that much is certain.”
Yes, Rohan this is a mystery novel. Which is why Jorge feels confident (even if he doesn’t quite know why) in repeating throughout the book that “everything has meaning”, which in Tsukumojuku was a phrase connected to the world being fictional and imagined by the Beyonds. To quote Tsukumojuku: “Everything has meaning. Everything has meaning, because this is a story. Things like these don’t happen in reality.” Add to that Jorge’s will to fulfill his role as a character.
When I used Heaven’s Door to read your book, all your adventures as a detective in Nishi Akatsuki were listed under the heading: Forgery. (…) Behind your left ear, I found the Real account. It was very short. ‘Born in 1889 in the Canary Islands off the coast of Spain. Became a pilot in the English air force, and fought in WWI. Murdered in 1920 by an air force general.’ That’s all it said.“
The word used for “forgery” is 偽書, which also means “a False Document”, a literary technique where the author (=Beyond in this case) is putting a seemingly real document into a story to make it seem more authentic. To quote wikipedia, “The goal of a false document is to fool an audience into thinking that what is being presented is actually a fact.” That’s what Jorge’s memories are: something inserted into the book to make him more “real”; something to flesh out the backstory. Something his Beyond invented.
The “real” account isn’t accurately describing ENG Jorge – it’s waaay too short for that – but what it does is describe the few facts we learn about George II in the JJBA manga – because that’s what’s ultimately “real”; that’s the information that exists about his life in the real world of the triplets. Jorge is just a bunch of AU changes and headcanons built on top of it.
Chapter 5
This, I thought, was why he’d been so fixated on Jonathan. Jonathan was stuffed full where Dio was empty; he’d grown up to be a man who made genuine friends he could honestly share his honest emotions with, a man who threw himself body and soul into everything he did. (…) how could Dio not compare himself to Jonathan? The frustration this comparison caused him was perhaps the one genuine emotion he ever felt. And because he was unused to such emotion, he grew confused, and was driven to kill Jonathan and steal his body.
Remember this for later. Will be very important in the last chapter.
Chapter 6
“We all have our limits. Right? Or is my faith in limits betraying my own mediocrity? (…)”
(…) As an artist, I could see why mediocrity would be Rohan’s greatest fear, and why he’d want to deny that humans have limits.
This reminded me of when in Tsukumojuku we had the musings about how humanity hates to be “limited” and tries to rise above mediocrity at all cost. The Japanese version of Jorge puts “limit” (限界) and “humans being limited” (人間に限界がある) in quotation marks.
“They drew these pictures while they were on fire? (…) Beautiful. (…) What? That’s what I thought,” [Rohan] protested, but that’s not what my look meant. I’d felt the same thing. (…) “They were trying to get it right. But none of the drawings did him justice, so they had to try again. (…) I’m an artist, I can tell. I know what it feels like to fill every available white space, desperately trying to capture the image in your head. It was beauty they were after, beauty they sought. (…) each of them sought the same beauty! In a sense, this is a miracle! A terrifying one, but no less impressive!”
(…) “What happened here must have been some sort of mass hysteria. Anxious people, gathered in a room, the door locked…”
Not sure if this one’s intentional, but it may in a way symbolize the Beyonds desperately making their art (the imaginary worlds) while “burning in a locked room” (being kept under lock and key and abused), making newer and newer Stories to try and ‘get it right’ again since their plots tended to always go too far after a point. In a way, it really “was beauty they were after, beauty they sought”.
BTW, I believe the Mothman is something taken not even from Tsukumojuku, but straight from the JDC series (non-canon, but still): in Detective Ritual, a certain Rorschach blot-like image would cause people who see it to either commit suicide in a locked room or kill others, depending on their personality. When the Detective God Tsukumo Juku came in contact with that image… well, let’s just say he sadly wasn’t an exception to the rule.
“I thought my hunch had come true,” I said, still unsure why I’d had the hunch to begin with. Was it detective sense speaking? But it really did seem to be just some vague, baseless anxiety. If only I had some context to tie it to… anything like that.
This is referring to Jorge’s earlier sense of unease and dread, which made him feel like if he left the Arrow Cross alone, something terrible would happen. …I sure wonder why he got that hunch, huh.
Chapter 7
“And… not that I’ve ever tried to write one, but characters in a novel don’t always do what the author intends.”
Foreshadowing!
“I exist now in eternity, in the final frontier,” Tsukumojuku said. “But I expect I won’t be there forever. There must be some meaning for me to have come here. Like I always said. Everything has meaning.”
SPACE, THE FINAL FRONTIER   Once again, the phrase “everything has meaning” shows up, and is apparently something Tsukumojuku says a lot.
Look carefully, and think. Tsukumojuku has said these word to me countless times. Look carefully… so I did.
Probably a reference to how Tsukumojuku was told to look carefully and think a whole lot in his book, which eventually helped him realize what was going on.
“I’ve been transported to a place called the Arrow Cross House, and I’ve gotten caught up in another case.”
He does use the passive verb here (”I’ve been brought”), and probably means he was brought there by the will of the Beyond (ie. this had to happen in order for the plot to go forward).
“Your Beyond is making it happen. I’m sure this isn’t a task just anyone could accomplish. For a Miracle like this to occur, you need the Name of God. ‘God’ is words. Words are names.”
こういうをおこすにわ, が必要だ. . 言葉とは名前だからね.
“For a ‘miracle’ like this to occur, the ‘name of God’ is needed. ‘God is a word.’ The word is a name.”
And that name, as we may remember from the Sixth Story, is 九十九十九 ,  ‘Tsukumojuku’. A name that in many ways symbolizes the biblical God, but also the Beyonds themselves, the meaning behind ‘three connected people/Gods’ being that they’re conjoined triplets.
In Tsukumojuku, the term ‘miracle’ was mentioned briefly when he was reviving Yuuki. Later on, he wondered whether or not he actually decided about it. Or was he nothing more than yet another prop to bring about the ‘miracle’, and there was actually some other God that played with him? (That would be Maijo Otaro, so, yeah.) 
Back to the quote, what Tsukumojuku is saying here is basically, “Sure, I can plot device you across Europe in seconds, as the triplet writing you wants you to get there but probably doesn’t want to bother with setting it up more.”
“If you flip the kanji for 9, 九, you get the astrological symbol for Jupiter, ♃, Jupiter being the Roman name for the Greek god Zeus. The God of Gods. The kanji for ten, 十, is a cross; so my name has three all-powerful gods linked together by two crosses. If God is the Trinity, then God can be split into three. I am in the Arrow Cross House, I am here, and I am trying to connect to a third me.“
You know, I can’t believe that after however many word plays about his name there were in Tsukumojuku, Maijo still had strength to do even more of them. And all fit the Beyonds.
Chapter 8
“Ha ha ha, I guess my life belongs entirely to Jorge Joestar. To both Jorges: Don’t worry about it. In the words of Iason Sobra Quarto: ‘Life is an explosion.’ My life is exploding as we speak. Ha ha! See you again.” And with that, he vanished.
One, I have no damn clue who Iason Sobra Quarto is, and googling him (or イアソン ソブラ クアルト) or the phrase itself doesn’t help.
Two: Tsukumojuku spontaneously vanishing reminds me of the Original doing that in the Seventh Story, where he was somehow able to jump into Sixth (2), which I don’t think was ever explained, though the Second One pointed out how weird that was.
Either way, I see two possibilities for what is happening with Tsukumojuku here:
1) Tsukumojuku is still perfectly alive, and vanished because he let the Cube House fling him somewhere else in time (and eventually he went to get murdered to avoid a time paradox) – this is probably the intended reading here, although I’m not sure if you can time travel from the Study too, or only the deeper Cube House? (Now I remember the Original was standing just next to the Cross House when he vanished, so is there like… a weird teleportation field around it or… you know what, I give up on this one.)
2) Tsukumojuku’s already dead and this is his soul doing all the time travelling. The Deep Lore does say that people continue living past death up to the total of 120 years, and Ryouko’s soul in Tsukumojuku was perfectly visible and had some effect on the world, like audible footsteps. So it’s probable.
[wacky theory mode on] If you remember, in Tsukumojuku the Third One only started existing because the Original and the Second One jumped back in time through the wormhole tornado (or rather, the Second One jumped and Original just vanished). So if Tsukumojuku here got back in time from 1st to 37th Universe, would that mean that the 37th Universe would start its existence with a newly created Tsukumojuku running around and being a narrator? And considering that JPN Jorge is the narrator… although JPN Jorge may as well exist because ENG Jorge is the narrator of the 1st Universe, so the 37th would have another ‘Jorge’ narrating. Even if it wasn’t ENG Jorge but Tsukumojuku who jumped back in time… GOD this is confusing. [wacky theory mode off]
“Do humans come back to life sometimes?” she asked.
Depends. Is their name Yuuki?
I laughed, buoyed by the sudden possibility that Tsukumojuku might be alive. (…) “I think some people just don’t die that easily.”
*looks at Tsukumojuku surviving things he really shouldn’t in his book* Yep.
They were summoning me by name? Daibakusho Curry and Runbaba 12 were both from Nishi Akatsuki, too!
With Kato Tsutomu aka Daibakusho Curry arriving, we now have all four Kato kids showing up in Jorge Joestar at some point.
“Hey there.” “‘Sup” “You still alive?” “Eh heh heh.” “Didn’t think we’d have a reunion here.”
This dialogue is so vague we don’t know who says what. But I swear to god, if this is Daibakusho Curry saying “didn’t think we’d have a reunion here”… from a meta standpoint this breaks my heart, because aw, buddy, nice to see you too! 
[wacky theory mode on] Also, hey, remember when pretty much the last thing Tsukumojuku thought about in his book was that he could go and help Tsutomu with detectiving, and wondered what new name he should choose to go under?… well, JPN Jorge technically does help in the same giant case that Tsutomu gets roped into by Passione, so… yeah. [wacky theory mode off]
I kept the pebble, Daibakusho Curry took the rubber ball, and Runbaba 12 the orphaned shoe.
I still think this is a morbid brick joke on how Daibakusho Curry seemed to die in Tsukumojuku, with that iron ball smashing him, and with a volleyball and a basketball placed next to the corpse.
I looked at Narancia and saw someone standing next to him. It was Tsukumojuku.
(…) He grinned at me. “Hey! I am your instrument. A person needs your help. I’ll take you to them.”
Tsukumojuku once again refers to himself as a tool or (plot) device. (Also, if Daibakusho Curry remembers anything from Tsukumojuku, I imagine he’s internally screaming right about now.)
Chapter 9
I wanted to get back to my cell. The tiny cell at the very back.Where Lisa Lisa was.(…) I didn’t really want to leave. With Lisa Lisa being nice enough to bring me food and snacks and clean the place and teaching me things this place was paradise. (…) Since Lisa Lisa had been with me almost since the moment I was arrested I had escaped all anxiety and fear.(…)“You’ll be in prison for a long, long time, Jorge.”But then I could live in prison with Lisa Lisa. That was my first thought, but a moment later I realized how pathetic that was, and felt dizzy. (…) it’s not like I wanted that to happen but if it did it wouldn’t be that bad, and knowing that made me willing to accept it. That’s how fucked up my mind was. (…) As time passed trapped in that tiny world I was sure I would convince myself it wasn’t that bad.
*points at this* *points at Tsukumojuku and the Beyonds being fine with trapping themselves in ‘a tiny world’ as long as they had their imaginary beloved* *coughs*
Chapter 10
What did [Tsukumojuku] mean, he was my instrument? He seemed as if he knew everything, understood everything, but threw me off the deep end without even attempting to explain.
lol get used to it, that’s how reading Tsukumojuku feels like
“Do you know how to get to Heaven?” Pucci asked. (…)
“Isn’t… that what you’re supposed to tell me, Father?” (…)
“It is. You’re a good detective. You always find the right answer. But not where it concerns the one who brought you here. The one who vanished soon after. You don’t understand what Tsukumojuku Kato said. Yet. (…) Detectives are a wonderful thing. Everything has meaning, huh? (…) God is everywhere. (…) God is the word. The word has meaning. Thus, everything in this world has meaning. I see! You coming here, too, has meaning.”
If you’ve been paying attention, you may notice that the “god is the word” stuff was indeed said by Tsukumojuku… but to ENG Jorge. JPN Jorge should NOT have this in his memory, unless he a) somehow has his memory mingling with ENG Jorge’s (???), or the more intriguing option [wacky theory mode on] b) what Pucci is actually reading are remnants of the last few parts of Tsukumojuku, where similar musings are made (God is the word, word =meaning, everything has meaning etc.). According to the Second One memories do stay in their bodies between worlds, though they don’t seem to be readily accessible by the person holding them, or can randomly surface like when Tsukumojuku was remembering the women from the previous Stories. [wacky theory mode off]
Whether Pucci fully Knows about the Beyond or not, he implies he knows more than Jorge, and that it may have something to do with “going to Heaven”.
Funnier chuckled. “Pucci said he’s going to talk, sure that he alone will find the ‘Way to Heaven’. Rather selfish for a servant of God, wouldn’t you say? Will the staircase to Heaven really open for one so impetuous?”
If Tsukumojuku taught me anything is that the “stairway to Heaven” is that worhmole tornado, so yeah, he could probably jump into one.
“This Way to Heaven you speak of? You know nothing, That is why you cannot talk to Cars. (…) I’ve been negotiating with Cars for the last eleven years.”
Implication that Funnier knows way more than Pucci does, and either shared this knowledge with Kars, or Kars knew it before.
“Jorge Joestar, I do apologize, but that ship will explode in two minutes. If you really are brought here here by fate or destiny, then I’m sure you’ll find a way to survive that explosion!”
Funnier seems really adamant that Jorge will survive it. Later we’ll see that he and the Funnies may understand what’s going on, so is he so sure about it because he knows about Jorge’s functional immortality?
[No noticeable quotes later in the chapter, although Jorge’s explanation about the meteors burning up in the atmosphere seems really similar to Tsukumojuku’s from the Second Story.]
Chapter 11 - Nothing particularly interesting.
Chapter 12
“Humans are a fascinating species. They seem like they are constantly striving to become something else, but they resist actual change. Most likely they simply enjoy imagining things.”
Just like the triplets, who prefer to imagine things instead of doing them in reality.
“And looking back, I was baffled by how I had ever lived without doubt, without dissatisfaction. We could never set foot in the light of the sun, could never know the world above during the day. We were trapped in the world underground. I couldn’t bear it any longer.”
It’s actually surprising how much of Kars’s monologues you can just superimpose on the triplets. Not all of it, though.
It looked something like Pucci’s White Snake, but it was bigger, and had three heads and six arms like a statue of Ashura.
I don’t know about this six arms thing, but according to the illustrations Kars’s Stands tend to have three heads joined in the back, which is exactly how the triplets’ conjoinment was described back in Tsukumojuku. I’m not sure why it’d be Kars who has those Stands, though.
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“Eh? I’m adopted. Not actually related to Joseph at all.” And it wasn’t this mysterious vampire who put me on the H.G. Wells, but Tsukumojuku. When I said so, Cars’ White Snake appeared in front of me, fist clenched.
This is a bit vague, but it’s possible that Kars for some reason reacted only after hearing about Tsukumojuku?
Cars didn’t respond at all (…) [After a paragraph] I managed to recover and see Cars enjoying my memories. He was just staring at empty space, but I think he was enjoying my colorful life.
Or he was just shocked seeing your memories, which apparently have bits that shouldn’t be there.
“You can still think like that even without your memory disc? This isn’t something learned through experience, but a creation of your innate intelligence? I see why they call you the ‘deduction machine.’”(…) that was an insult critics of the detective novel genre used to dismiss the presence of the detective character…
Yes, Jorge. It’s a term used towards fictional detectives. That’s exactly why it can be used towards you. As for why Jorge can think alright without his disc, well, of course he can; his knowledge/reasoning abilities weren’t something he ever learned; they were encoded into his character when he was created, so in a way, they’re something ‘innate’.
“But my experience also tells me that you’ve already died a number of times.”
Jorge had died a number of times before. Although Kars says that Jorge may have only felt like he was dying, this is still interesting.
“You’re right, Cars,” I said. “I remember who I am.”Cars was watching me intently.“I think deeper and broader than anyone else around.”“That’s right,” Cars said. “But do you really understand the true nature of what Tsukumojuku called the Beyond?”
Two implications here: 1) Kars does know what the true nature of the Beyond is, either because the Funnier told him or/and from Jorge’s memories, and 2) there is a connection between “who Jorge is” and “the true nature of the Beyond”, and Kars knows that.
I nodded. “You’re cool with that?”Cars smiled. “I have no desire to be the leading man.”
He says 主役, as in, “a leading role” or “a leading actor”. Yep, he Knows, alright.
When I’d stepped off the train in Morioh, and looked at the map of the town it had seemed familiar. Just before we hit, I’d seen it from the sky, and remembered that feeling.Had I been here before?
Again, while Jorge immediately does explain that it’s probably because the moving island’s shape looks somewhat like England that he saw on Tsukumojuku’s map, I like the theory that he just vaguely remembers a cross-shaped building from somewhere. Which would fit here, as they crashed into Arrow Cross House, so that would be what he saw from the sky right before they hit it.
[reaching mode on] Bonus points for this scene bearing resemblance to one of the biblical mitate from Tsukumojuku (on purpose or not??) : the Star / a meteor falling (the ship) would hit the earth, there would be a bottomless abyss where it hit (the Cube House’s wormhole), and from the abyss would come locust-like monsters tormenting humanity (Antonios???). This has been your daily dose of mitate hunt. [reaching mode off]
Chapter 13
“Loving you is a foundation of my personality!”
Well, Lisa Lisa, you’re… not wrong. That’s what you were created for: to love the Beyond Jorge.
“Then I guess you won’t die. (…) That god [Beyond] may not have made up its mind, either. But if you wish to go on living, you must follow that god.”
Read: ‘your author isn’t sure whether he wants to off you or not, so you better give him a reason to care about you.’ Also see that Darlington quote about characters not doing what the writer tells them to.
What did believing in Beyond entail?It meant there was an author writing a story with me as the main character.
YEP.
Then come on and save me! I thought, but I know there was a reason why they couldn’t. (…) Stories had plots, they had narrative flow, and you couldn’t have things that didn’t make sense or just showed up out of the blue.I had to create the flow.
And he proceeds to create the flow by looking for a wordplay involving Tsukumojuku’s name. Basically, he’s doing what Tsukumojuku used to do in his own novel: wordplay so hard that your author says ‘huh, I’ve never thought of that before, but that’s a really good reason why the plot should go x instead! I can’t believe I accidentally wrote so much foreshadowing into this!’ (Non-writers, I can assure you that it happens a lot when writing.)
The shape of the kanji was a metaphorical symbol. In Japanese, you could manipulate that meaning to ‘convey’ that one thing was another. Force open a path, and allow meaning to pass down it.
He uses the word 見立て (mitate) as ‘convey’ here. The narrativium seems to still work like it did in Tsukumojuku: if you bang two concepts against each other hard enough, you’ll always find a common point, and so you can force them to seem relevant to each other, which in turn will influence the plot.
So he’d come back once more. Here.
“That’s right.”
Aaand Tsukumojuku can pretty much read his mind now. I wouldn’t be surprised if he can see the narrative fabric itself or something. Shit’s weird, man.
“At last you decided to believe in Beyond, Jorge,” Tsukumojuku said. “It took you getting this bloody? You sure are a troublesome protagonist.”
Says someone who only resumed believing ‘in his own god’ in the Fourth Story when he was dying from injuries. Jorge is outright called a protagonist, again.
“You’ve got another role to play. But don’t worry, it’s a role your Beyond prepared for you. Although that doesn’t guarantee it’ll lead to a happy ending.”
read: ‘from what I know, and trust me I know, the Beyond sure likes grimdark fanfiction and torturing the protagonist in dark basements so uhhhh good luck?’
“The world to come is in your hands!”
後の世界はよろしく頼む. I believe this can be translated as, ‘I leave the next world / the world after this entirely to you” or “as for the next world / the world after this, I’m counting on you.” I’m reminded of how he said this was a new world in chapter 1.
Chapter 14
“Oh, yeah!” Narancia said. “You saved our asses! Thanks, dude! But why did you save us?”
Because Kars Knows about the Beyonds, so he understands that, to paraphrase the Second One, there’s no telling what could happen to this world if its narrator (Jorge) died.
“Why are you looking for that [Desolation Row]?”
Why were we? I wans’t sure, maybe just the narrative flow lead us to it? (…) We were finding Pucci’s metaphors one after another, and using them to guide us. (…)
We didn’t really need a girl to protect us, I thought, but then rethought it; perhaps this was another important narrative being introduced.
(…) Someone else came up on the bridge behind me, askind what was up, and of course it was Enrico Pucci, and I figured his religious fervor has sniffed it out. But there was no way to stop this flow now, and it would likely take us to whatever resolution lay in store.
Jorge is really aware of the narativium. (I like this last paragraph, it’s like ‘oh no no no I didn’t mean to walk into a main quest checkpoint yet fuck’).
[After this Pucci explains what the fig tart has to do with the Bible and Jorge is left trying to desperately trying to come up with some sort of an answer to Pucci’s bullshit. Which is funny because Tsukumojuku hinged on finding exactly this sort of forced biblical references.]
Thinking about it, how much free will had Tsukumojuku had?
I don’t think you want to open this can of worms, Jorge.
“"Buccellati,” I said. “I can’t move forward if I don’t solve the mystery. That’s the nature of a detective.”
“…oh,” he said. (…) “In that case, go ahead.”
It may seem surprising that Bruno allows Jorge to investigate the Kira & Diavolo murder so willingly after this line, but since it’s implied that Daibakusho Curry and Runbaba 12 has been working with Passione for the last few hours, I assume Bruno already had his head talked off about the Great Detectives’ Duty™ and is like “fine, fine, oh my god, do whatever”
[Funny V.:] “There is also a church, named for that which we serve.”[Pucci:] “Trinity Church.”.
The Trinity = the Beyonds. Also, in Japanese Funny says here: その名前は奥義を示している. “The name [of this church] indicates a mystery (?) / hidden purpose (?) / some esoteric secret (?).” 奥義 can also mean “arcana” (of a field of knowledge) or deep obligation/connection (?). I assume he means that the name of the church shows that there’s a Trinity-related secret it harbors, ie. the Holy Corpse in the basement. I’m not sure where the ‘that which we serve’ part in the translation came from (unless in the Japanese text there’s a set phrase I don’t recognize? That may be a thing too)
Chapter 15
“I understand you spent time in the company of a detective,” Giovanna said. “I hear your time together left you with a new type of power called… a Beyond?” (…)
How did he know that?
“Oh, that was me, too,” the Japanese man [Rohan] said, waving. “(…) Seems like you handled that mess with the air force commander well.”
I’m not sure why a few chapters earlier Rohan didn’t seem to find info about the Beyond in JPN Jorge’s memory, then, unless he was too mesmerized by the “forgery” thing to care. Also, once again we’re reminded that while JPN Jorge has ‘dies to the air force commander’ written as the ‘true’ account, ENG Jorge survived that encounter. Since he’s not the real canon George II 
[Dio] “Heh… this is a Japanese katana, Jorge. Beautiful, isn’t it?”
Oi where did you get that. Is that what I think it is
“Make me the one who gets your soul. Make me your… Dio Brando’s double. (…) I followed you here, to this far off universe, and waited. So I could be useful to you, father. So I could become you.”
Something something father and son becoming one in a very fucked up way? May be a possible reference to Tsukumojuku, check.
“It is the power of my will, father,” Giovanna said, tearing up. Without hesitation, Dio thrust the sword into his heart.
The narrator’s kinda-brother gets stabbed through the heart with a katana, after  talking about the power of his will? That’d be Seshiru. Check.
Dio stood up and walked to the man with the horns (…), bit him, began drinking the man, chewing as he went, the speed with which he ate growing until he was straight up devouring the man. “(…) I can eat the ultimate being and make his flesh my own!”
Unexpected tactial vore to make someone’s body a part of you, so to speak? Shoutout to the Detective God’s creepy bulshit in the Fourth Story, and another reference check.
I managed to push myself up on my elbow, just high enough to see that there was something Japanese written on the deck in blood. A dying message left by Giorno Giovanna. Dio couldn’t read it, but I knew hiragana well enough.
ゆうき
“Courage”, of course. He was telling me to be brave. Giorno Giovanna had sacrificed himself to save me.
Shit! Shit! Shit! Because I didn’t have enough courage, he had to die!
I couldn’t just manufacture narrative flow. If I wanted this Beyond to work for all of us, not just myself, I needed courage. I had to start being more proactive.
So.
The hiragana right there?
It spells “Yuuki”.
Yep.
Of course, it can be read as “courage” (勇気), but you may remember that “Yuuki” has been an incredibly important word in Tsukumojuku – the name of Morimoto Yuuki, one of his beloveds, as well as a wordplay on the word “leaving”, “the way out” (yuki, 行き), which was the last thing Tsukumojuku (and the Beyonds) needed to see to finally decide to leave their imaginary world.
By the way, in this scene, Giorno brings to mind both Seshiru (saves his sorta-brother’s life from an evil guy, gets stabbed with a katana through the heart), as well as Tsutomu (younger technically-brother who attempts to tell the narrator what’s really happening through drawing something on the ground). Also, Jorge notices the word right after thinking of Lisa Lisa – who, in this Beyond-created world, would be yet another imaginary ‘beloved’, just like Yuuki was.
The above quote is also the very last thing in ENG Jorge’s narration. Nothing after this is written from his point of view. We can theorize it’s because while the character of Jorge doesn’t recognize the meaning of “Yuuki”, his Beyond does, and it prompts him to ‘leave’ the imaginary world – thus his narration ends. (Although you could argue that Dio never even gets first-person narration while having a Beyond, so it may not work like that.)
It’s interesting to see how the last paragraph would be read in context of it being thought by the Beyond as he slowly decides to leave [taken more from Japanese version]: I couldn’t just manufacture narrative flow [= make up an imaginary story for myself]. If I wanted the Beyond that existed for my own sake to be of help to people, [If I wanted this to be more than a self-indulging maladaptive defense mechanism], I’d have to gather courage, and do my best at being more proactive [= leave and do proactive stuff myself, in person].
[Reaching Even Harder mode on] In Tsukumojuku, ‘going to heaven’ (finding the Heavenly Throne) was synonymous with self-discovery, realizing that you are God etc. In Jorge Joestar (like in canon JJBA), the set of instructions on how to ‘go to Heaven’ tells you to “Have the courage to cast aside your Stand, and as your Stand withers, it will gather 36 souls, and give birth to something new.“ So… Have the courage [or the resolve to leave, since courage = yuuki] to cast aside your Stand [= the power you developed to protect yourself, the Wound, the imaginary world], and as your stand withers [the imaginary world collapses], it will gather 36 souls [= ??? idk, the characters will get reintegrated with you…?] and give birth to something new [= you will have a chance to discover yourself and grow in reality].   [Reaching Even Harder mode off]
Chapter 16
“The Steel Ball Run has never once been a ‘local shindig’,” ‘Funny’ said. He reached into his chest pocket, and pulled out a book. “Part of the holy scriptures. Nine volumes in all. I’ve ordered my men and their associates to collect and recover these.” (…)
“What’s in the book?” I asked, but before I could look closer he slipped the ‘holy scripture’ back in his pocket. It was a very old book, and it looked ready to crumble or fall apart if it was handled at all roughly, so I didn’t press the point.
At first I thought that these may be the Stories, but their number doesn’t check out, as it’s not 7 or 10 (7 ‘basic’ ones + Fourth (2), Fifth (2) and Sixth (2)).
However, the illustrations prove something even more interesting: the Holy Scripture Funny Valentine shows here is The Book: Jojo’s Bizarre Adenture Another Day. It’s perfectly possible that the rest of the Holy Scriptures are other JJBA light novels (not sure if there’s nine of them?), possibly released in a unified format – you can see “1/9″ written on the Holy Scripture’s cover. This raises the possibility that the Funnies know exactly what’s happening… because they’ve already read about it. For what it’s worth, the physical hardcover edition of Jorge Joestar does have something like a mock leather cover with gold lettering inside (you can see a photo of it in this post), similar to The Book’s style of cover design.
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“An abandoned Japanese kid adopted by the Joestar family who becomes a detective. You are born only once in this world, and there is no replacement for you in any other universe, or in any parallel world.”
[wacky theory mode on] What Funny may mean here: ‘now if you were a (sorta) abandoned Japanese kid adopted by the Kato family who becomes a detective, well, that would be another story alltogether. But your name is not Tsukumojuku, and that’s why you’re unique.’ [wacky theory mode off]
Or, Funny Valentine considers Jorge and the Holy Corpse (ie. Dio) to be Singularities because they both have a Beyond. Though what the Singularities actually are is debatable: later we learn it’s Nishi Akatsuki and the Bermuda Triangle, for example.
And the Cars from this world appeared to be very angry.
“We told him this was but a parallel world, and he and everythingin it weren’t real,” Funny said. (…)
[Cars’s] eyes met mine. (…) Cars tossed ‘Funny’ aside, and Dirty Whatever floated away, swooping back towards us. Returning to its original owner. But Cars was flying after it…!
“So you’re the one who made this world? I did not give you permission, and I will not allow it!” he yelled, clouds billowing up behind him. He was so terrifying I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
This chapter is trying its hardest to make the reader think that this AU Kars is yelling at Funny Valentine. Earlier Jorge even asks Funny if this alternate world is created by D4C – however, Funny answers that ‘the possibility never occured to me’, so probably not.
You may notice that Kars starts pursuing them after noticing Jorge, and keeps eye contact with him while shouting ‘you’re the one who made this world’… because he’s yelling this at Jorge(’s Beyond), and immediately after that tries to kill Funny and Jorge, probably hoping that when Jorge dies, the world dies with him. Although AU Kars still achieves his goal even if he only kills Funny: with Funny’s death, this AU world is no longer accessible to the narrator, so as far as the narrative is concerned, this world doesn’t exist anymore. (We’ll be back to it later with Light Dancer).
“Do you know why Cars brought you here, and is trying to take you further in? (…) Precisely because you’re a Singularity. There is not other you in any other world. Cars has sniffed that out somehow. I’m sure of it.”
Yet another confirmation that Kars Knows, and Knew fairly early.
“That said…even without knowing a thing about parallel worlds, the nature of the world is that we all fulfill our roles.“
Because you’re all fictional characters. Gotcha.
So many ways we sync our internal time to the world outside. Keeping us aligned with our peers. It would be much harder to remain isolated, in a world of your own. In a world of my own? Cars had just accused me of doing just that.
*loud coughing while pointing between the ‘isolated in a world of your own’ part and the triplets*
Then the lights grew even brighter and the variations increased innumber and the array of copies added a third dimension and soonBudogaoka Academy’s campus was filled with blinding light cast bya giant mandala pyramid that made me forget to breathe.
The local schoolyard being filled with something similar to multiple copies of a character all burning up? That’s another check for possibly unintentional Tsukumojuku reference.
“I’ve already understood his point, so why does he not stop?”
“I think…he’s not just doing it for you. He’s doing this for himself, as well. Like…something he needs to express, something he needs to leave behind.”
“This is a parallel world. It isn’t real. Nothing will remain, so how can this have meaning?”
“Of course it has meaning! Don’t be stupid, Cars.”
First thing: Our Kars and the Light Dancer, just like the Single Braid Kars, seem to be aware that once the narrator (Jorge) leaves an alternate world, it’ll cease to exist.
Second thing: that line Jorge says that begins with “something he needs to express” is in Japanese “出し切りたいんじゃないかな, 残しておきたいというか…” Something like “I wonder if he wants to finish this / to exert himself completely [ie. put all his might and glory into this one final moment], wants something to be left behind [something of him to still remain once he vanishes], something like that…” So yeah, Light Dancer knows that his world is doomed, and decides to go out in a colorful blaze of glory, maybe hoping that at least his final words will leave some imprint on reality.
[And from a meta standpoint, Light Dancer was successful: his heartfelt speech is the only part of Jorge Joestar that made it into another Jojo medium, All-Star Battle, with Kazuhiko Inoue himself voicing more than a half of it. Even if Light Dancer is gone, a part of him still remains in reality.]
“My flesh may not be able to die, but my life is as fragile as it was before, and can be snuffed out so easily!”
Read: ‘Even if I’m immortal, I’ll still cease to exist when the world vanishes.’
“You, who are another ‘me’! You are not special! You share the same sadness I feel!”
Read: ‘Hey other Kars, you may be more ‘real’ than me in terms of how the world mechanics affect you, but in the end you’re also fictional, sorry.”
This other ‘Cars’ showed no sign of surprise at the original Cars’ arrival. So he was already aware of the existence of parallel worlds. He was fully aware that he was fake. How was it he already knew that?
Because he’d met ‘Funny Valentine’ in this world. And like in Monument Valley, he’d engaged in an experimental skirmish. I was sure ‘Funny’ had fought with ‘Dirty Whatever’. And Cars had understood that Stand ability, and realized the truth about himself.
Yeah, what I said before. Light Dancer (also Our Kars?) learned about it from Funny (or Funnier), whether it was Funny’s intention or not.
And behind Dio I saw a shadowy figure, with long hair, his face hidden by a shadow seemingly unaffected by the direction of the sun. He was half naked, his rail thin body covered in wounds, and there was a crown of thorns on his head.
“I agree with everything,” he said. “Keep going, call it off, do anything you like, do nothing at all.”
I’ve written about it before, but in the illustrations, this Beyond’s crown of thorns is wrapped three times around his head. This brings to mind the Sixth Story, when Tsukumojuku encountered a lot of his own disembodied heads all with long hair, all wrapped around three times with rope as if it was a crown (this… makes as much sense in context, I’m afraid). The ‘Tsukumojuku is Jesus / the Lamb / literally God’ was also a thing there, and since technically Tsukumojuku is the same as triplets/Beyond, I guess the Jesus imagery was left over and that’s why Dio’s Beyond looks like this? I guess neither Dio nor Jorge know (or want to acknowledge) what the triplets really look like, and that’s why the Beyond doesn’t look to them like the triplets’ True Form?
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Dio opened his mouth, and I heard what he said. “This is right. There’s no mistake. Everything is taking me where I need to go.”
That sounded like what the wounded man with the crown of thorns had said.
So basically, we now have two people with Beyonds (the third one has fucked off in the previous chapter), and since both are functionally immortal self-inserts that viscerally understand how narrativium works, that’s just pure chaos, man. It seems unwinnable for either side… as long as they have their Beyonds, that is.
“You worthless shit!” Dio screamed. “Can’t you do anything you’re told!? That’s why nobody ever loved you! That’s why they all pushed you away! Your mother peeled your filthy skin off in a desperate attempt to at least love the surface of you! You were always empty inside, and there was never anything in there that anyone could love! I bet even your mother couldn’t believe it at first! Even after she peeled your god damn skin off she still couldn’t find a single worthwhile thing about you!”
Antonio Torres was letting out strangled sobs, but try as he might he couldn’t seem to get any tears flowing.
“If you can’t even take a fucking breath, then die! Die as theuseless piece of shit you were born to be! As a worthless piece oftrash even your mother wished she’d never given birth to!”
This fragment is already uncomfortable on its own, but when you know that Dio’s Beyond – one of the triplets, who spent a lot of time blaming themselves for the horrific abuse their mother unleashed on them – is writing those out-of-control, frustrated lines full of internalized hate? That’s just excruciating to think about.
“But there are still detectives in Morioh, right? Runbaba 12 and Daibakusho Curry. Have them look into it. They know what they’re doing, right?” They might be a bit eccentric, but still.
I can’t believe Jorge and co. could go back in time and save the world only because Tsutomu (okay, okay, Runbaba 12 too) was so quick to help them find 37th Universe’s Kira.
“You were right, Kunimido Chien is our man! The real Kira Yoshikage at last! He blew several detectives up. We also found a bachelor he was about to kill in the basement of that man’s home. He’s on the brink of death, seems like he was badly tortured, but he’s still alive.”
A serial killer camouflaging as an upstanding citizen with an important social function, caught torturing a main character in his basement, check! (ie. Okubo Kengo reference). Notice how quickly ENG Jorge dropped dead after he got ‘abandoned by his Beyond’. (He gets better, though.)
Cars didn’t actually have a reason to do this. This thought almost made me cry. That man was sacrificing so much.
“What?” Elizabeth said.
I wiped my tears. “This adventure’s almost over.”
It’s interesting that while Jorge seems to be crying because he’s moved by Kars’s sacrifice, his answer is about something different. As if he was on some level aware that the narration is coming to an end, and it briefly overrode his in-character reason for crying.
From what he’d just said, a head belonging to the holy man was here, too, but that was likely a miracle. One brought about not by Dio, but by the man who stood behind him, the long-haired, wounded man with the crown of thorns.
Once again we’re talking about ‘miracles’, that Tsukumojuku also talked about in context of ‘the name of God’ being needed to bring about a ‘miracle’. Since the triplets’ True Nature is contained in the name of God (ie. ‘Tsukumojuku’), of course they can bring about a miracle like this; Jorge is right.
“All this time and you’re still trapped by your parent’s curse. You’ve lived more than long enough to grow up, but you refuse to take responsibility for anything. If you had the time to steal glimpses of my heir’s lives, you should have spent some time reflecting on your own life.“
Whether Erina intended it to be or not, this may be a jab at Dio’s Beyond, too (that is, the Beyond’s subconscious yelling at him through the character of Erina): ‘you’re still trapped by what your parent [Ms. Suzuki] did to you, and refuse to face the reality and grow up. Instead of living precariously through the fictional characters of this world, you should instead reflect on who you really are.’
From inside my stomach, Funny Valentine produced seven parallel world ‘Cars’ and flung them up towards where Cars was floating (…) so a ladder of eight ‘Cars’ stretched from my stomach towards the body of the ‘holy man’.(…) I started running up the Cars ladder.
Jorge running up the makeshift Cars ladder to reach the body of the ‘holy man’ reminds of the Fourth Story, in which Tsukumojuku had to scale a ladder of souls to get to the Castle, and later had to run up the stairs he made with those corpse boxes to get to the crucified ‘Jesus’ (aka the false ‘God’, aka ‘Seiryoin’).
I ignored him, and put Jonathan Joestar’s head right on the fresh cut stump of the mummified ‘holy man’. (…) This was the place where it belonged, and now it was back. Human bodies had such strong identities, I thought; all of this was only possible because me and the other ‘Jorge Joestar’ and Dio all had Beyonds, but those three Beyonds were actually one. The Trinity.
I turned around and looked right past Dio’s severed head at the face of his Beyond. It looked a lot like him. Sad, kind eyes. Dio’s Beyond knew this was all over. With a smile, it faded out, and was gone.
…so.
Let’s take that quote about Dio I asked you to remember, and apply this to Dio’s Beyond. The Beyond was ‘fixated on Jonathan” [on the fictional character of Jonathan], who had “grown up to be a man who made genuine friends he could honestly share his honest emotions with, a man who threw himself body and soul into everything he did.” I guess this Beyond understands that it’s not something he can say about himself, and that’s why he puts himself in Dio’s shoes and not straight up in Jonathan’s; but since he still desires those things Jonathan has, he tries to take over his body – become him, so to speak.
But then Jorge breaks the entire plan, ruins the ‘miracle’, by putting Jonathan’s head back on the body that Dio(’s Beyond) wanted to possess, as if to point out, ‘this is not your body. This is Jonathan Joestar’s body. You have to understand this character’s body will never be yours; taking over it won’t make you become ‘less empty’, or suddenly have friends, or be able to share emotions with others, or change reality.’
And in that moment, the Beyond understands, gives Jorge one last sad smile, and disappears – leaves the imaginary world in order to face his own reality.
[Bonus points for that scene with Jorge being very similar to Tsukumojuku putting Yuuki’s head back on and reviving her]
Maybe I should ask Tom Petty about my name.
So I picked up the pebble and called across space time and the result made me think I’d been an idiot to ask anyone from a country without kanji but then I looked at it again and sort of liked it which was bad.
It was just super weird from a Japanese perspective.
So why did it feel right? (…)
I mean, Joestar was always just Jo-suta- in katakana, but using ‘castle’ and ‘character’ for Joji was just madness!
Jorge’s name is written 城字 ジョースター. The first kanji of his name means ‘castle’, the second is ‘a character (as in a letter, a kanji, a written symbol)’ or ‘(hand)writing’. 
Most Japanese analyses (and pixiv fanarts) I saw treat this as a wordplay on the author’s own name: since Jorge is 城字, you could say he’s  “舞城 王太郎”の“城” の ”字”, that is, “the symbol/kanji used to write the ‘jo’ in ‘Maijo Otaro’”. Or maybe he’s a part of “Maijo(’s) writings”.
This is sometimes paired with the theory that Dio might be the “o” ( 王) in Otaro, since he has a giant 王 on his clothes in the novel illustrations, and when we first see his Beyond, Dio is busy yelling about how he’s the king (王) of the world. I can’t see how ENG Jorge would fit either “mai-” or “-taro”, but it’s nevertheless an interesting theory, and meta as hell – effectively proving that while their world is already fictional, the ‘reality’ of the triplets is also written by someone – that mysterious other God mentioned at the end of Tsukumojuku: Maijo Otaro. It’s all fine and good.
HOWEVER.
After reading Tsukumojuku, the word “castle” immediately brings to mind Geneijo, the Illusionary Castle. When we first encounter it, it’s a paracosm created by Serika and Seshiru, a way for them to escape from the unpleasant world – a big foreshadowing that the world of Tsukumojuku itself is a similar ‘imaginary castle’ of the triplets… and so is the world of Jorge Joestar.
So Jorge’s name may as well be read as something that betrays the true nature of his world, like ‘the symbol of the Castle’, or ‘writings that have something to do with the Castle’, ‘the letters and symbols that make up the Castle’. It may be that Tonpetti (who’s pretty genre-savvy in the book), just like Giorno, by giving this word to Jorge actually passed it to Beyond, who realized what it meant, acknowledged the nature of the imaginary world, and decided to leave.
And this could be why JPN Jorge’s narration stops and never continues again after that last sentence – and since his Beyond was already the last ‘author’ standing, the book itself comes to a halt and ends.
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Century Secrets
Summary: Bobby’s having One Of Those Kind Of Days when Dean Winchester calls about a woman on a case. 
Pairing: None.
Warnings: None really? Like wow, in all my time of writing, I’ve never really written something with no warnings. I guess alcoholism? Allusions to depression maybe? Like seriously I’m basically scraping things together here. 
Word Count: 2057
A/N: Having a rough go of it and I realized that I should really post at least something besides my one (1) drawing. So I was writing something just to write and vent. I kinda like where it’s going, though? If I have the energy to, I may turn this into a series. For now it’s just a stand-alone insight to the life of Bobby Singer. (And also a kinda behind the scenes of Dean?) (Also this does count as a reader insert, but it’s kinda hard to make out. As if the reader were a fly on the wall, listening to Bobby Singer and Dean Winchester talk about her. Kinda weird, I know. Oh well.) 
Bobby Singer was not a man to be easily disturbed. With patience a mile wide, the old hunter had weathered things other men his age would have-- quite sensibly-- had a heart attack over. He preferred not to think on those things, especially on days like today, when every phone in the house rang back-to-back; there were a few times that Bobby had a phone at each ear, balancing two different conversations while he tried, sometimes unsuccessfully, to drink at a tumbler of whiskey. Sometimes there were just those days, when the supernatural world seemed to be especially active and Bobby was left to hop between textbooks, internet sources and phones to help the contacts that called in for assistance. Today was one of those days-- magnified by a hundred.
It was somewhere around ten-thirty when Bobby finally found himself not talking to someone. The house seemed to press in on him with the sudden silence, momentarily reminding him of just how lonely the place could be, and how secretly thankful he was to be needed, to be too busy to dwell on exactly why the house was so empty. He blinked back to the present and put down the phone he’d been holding to his chest after the woman on the other end hung up, momentarily lost in the intrusive thoughts that sometimes gnawed at him. He closed his eyes and puffed a short breath out through his mouth, disturbing the hairs on his upper lip enough to make his nose crinkle with the sensation. On nights like this, when he could feel the weight of the hunting life bearing down on him, it was easier just to grab a whole bottle of spirits and find a place to sit outside on the porch to watch the stars float endlessly, listlessly by. So that’s what he did.
Bobby sat down on one of the porch steps, idly swirling the contents of the cold glass bottle in his hand as it hung between his knees. His back crackled and popped as he slumped backwards and rested against the porch post, eyes cast upward. It was a good night for stargazing, for sure. The breeze skittered by, tracing along his skin lightly enough to raise goosebumps along his arms where the sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows, but it was an otherwise pleasant evenin-- RingRingRing. . . RingRingRing. There was a long moment that Bobby continued to sit, listening to the shrill pitch of the phone as it rang persistently, almost as if he’d planted himself on the porch for spite. He quietly counted the rings, hoping that the problem-- for once-- wouldn’t be so urgent that he was actually needed. But the phone continued to ring, and he knew it was close to the last ring before it went to voicemail. He finally pushed himself to his feet with a low groan, the world tipping under him before he righted himself and made his way to the landline. It was on its last ring when he picked it up.
“What?” Bobby asked, the irritation in his voice echoing tauntingly around the cluttered tomb of a living room. The voice at the other end of the line took a long time coming, as if put off by the greeting it received. When Bobby finally heard who it was that was calling after the long pause, he sat down heavily, the couch cushion swallowing him up. His joints welcomed the soft reprieve.
“. . . Er, if it’s a bad time, I can call in the morning,” Dean Winchester said. Bobby could hear the confusion in his voice. He let out a long breath and propped his bottle on his knee to watch the dim ceiling light reflect off of the cloudy glass.
“No, it’s fine. You’re fine. Just been a long day.”
“You been desk jockeying all day?” There was shuffling in the background, and another voice, faint but noticeable: Sam, asking something or another, to which he was shushed.
“‘Fraid so. But I don’t s’pose you called to have a late night chat,” Bobby grumbled. “What do you need?”
“Maybe another night, Bobby. Right now, if you can, I need you to look up a name for me: Clarke O’Clarice,” Dean said. There was a sound of scrunching paper, as if he were unfolding a note or crumpled piece of stationary close to the phone. The growl of the Impala engine echoed faintly in the background. The growl of Bobby’s stomach, however, was loud as it flipped in his abdomen. He’d dreaded the day anyone uttered that name again. He didn’t notice he’d not responded until an impatient “Bobby” came from the other end of the line. He cleared his throat to loosen the knowledge that had suddenly clogged it.
“Where’d you run across that name?”
“Sam and me are working a vamp case in Columbus. Went into the morgue this morning as some feds to look at the vic and there was a chick already there. Gave us the badge-- which, despite the circumstances, actually looked pretty good for a fake-- and the whole ‘I’ve got this one covered, don’t need your help’ spiel. Sam and I booked it pretty quick from there, ‘cause most of her stuff checked out at a glance. But I got to thinking about it all again, and she looked bangin’ in a pantsuit, right? Especially from the back, like, this woman’s ass--”
“Dean,” Bobby could hear from the background. Sam’s exasperated chastisement started the brothers in on a momentary lapse of familial bickering, to which Bobby quickly snapped them out of.
“Whatever,” Dean huffed away from the phone-- probably at Sam. “So anyway. Point of that was, when she was turned around, with her hair all pulled up and whatever, I could see the top of an anti-possession tattoo on the back of her neck. It hadn’t really registered until we were on the two-seventy loop out of Columbus. At first I thought she might’ve just been one of those Edlund fans-- y’know, we’ve met a few people here and there that have the tattoo because of his books. Or. . . Our books? The books. But I figured I’d call you just to make sure. At this point in our life, you’d think we would’ve heard of all the hunters around, but guess not.”
Bobby rubbed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, eyes shut tight against the rest of the house. It was a struggle of conscience to decide whether or not to tell the boys the knowledge that thumped at the inside of his skull with every beat of his heart. . . But then again, it was probably the booze doing the thumping more than anything. He suddenly wished he was soberer and less sleep deprived. If he was going to lie around this one, he’d want to do it clean, with no holes for the boys to rip through and call him back about. But as it was, he couldn’t make himself muster the energy to lie to them. Not today. After everything that had happened. . . He trusted them. Of course he trusted them. Of course. But did he trust the rest of the hunting community if word got out?
“Bobby? You still there?-- man, this prepaid card sucks. Phone says I’ve got full bars. . .” Dean’s voice went from loud to soft as he pulled the phone away to check it, but Bobby finally hummed in confirmation after he’d tapped the mouth of his bottle against his forehead a few times. It took another huff and a long swig of whiskey before Bobby was really ready to answer. Or as ready as he could be, he supposed.
“You’ve probably never heard the name before because it’s a pseudonym.”
“How do you know it’s a pseudonym?”
“Because I know her real name, and it’s definitely not Clarke O’Clarice. She usually uses Jowan McGonagall, and from the way you’ve described her, it’s definitely her.” Oh, yeah. There was no going back now. A part of Bobby felt guilty about even mentioning her existence-- but it also felt nice to finally acknowledge her after so many years.
“Who is her, Bobby?”
“[Y/F/N] [Y/L/N]. And you’re right-- she’s not a fed. She’s. . . A hunter, of sorts. Vampire hunter, mostly, but she’s done it all. Probably racked up more kills than you boys put together; she’s a tough cookie. If she’s in town, you don’t have’ta worry about the case.”
“What do you mean of sorts? And what do you mean that we don’t have to worry about this case? Of course we have to worry about the case-- that’s our job,” Dean said, sounding thoroughly exasperated in light of this new information. Bobby wasn’t sure if Dean was more insulted by the fact that he’d said [Y/N] had more kills, or by the fact that he’d said they didn’t have to worry about the case. Either way, it wasn’t rubbing Dean’s fur the right way.
“I mean that she isn’t your conventional hunter--”
“Well, I mean, neither are we--”
“Yeah, but you aren't vamps, are you?” He sneered. The words slipped out of Bobby’s mouth before he could stop them, agitation bubbling behind his sternum. There was a long, stunned silence on the other end of the line. Bobby could hear Sam, faintly in the background, frantically asking what was wrong.
“What do you mean--” Dean choked out, but Bobby didn’t let him finish. He was too far in now, so he might as well spill all.
“She’s not-- she’s not full vamp--”
“Those exist?” Dean’s voice had pitched up to an octave that Bobby, under different circumstances, or with a little more whiskey, would’ve found funny.
“Yes, and if you’d shut your trap for more than two seconds, I could fill you in a little bit.” Bobby inhaled deeply, as much as his lungs would allow, while Dean grumbled an apology. He took another breath, and another for good measure, before he put the phone back to his ear and continued. “Yes, they exist. But she’s the only one I’ve ever, ever known of. And she’s never bumped into any like her, neither; she’s been around long enough that you’d think she might’ve, but nope. Just been her.”
“Well. . .” It sounded like Dean was finding it hard to swallow on the other end of the line, but he finally got his tongue around the words he was trying to say. “Vampires live for like, ever, right? So how old is this chick? If she’s not very old, then maybe there’s more around, she just hasn’t--”
“From what she’s told me in passing, she met George Washington.” Another long pause followed this. Then, disbelief.
“Like-- The George Washington? Like, American Revolution, one-dollar-bill, took teeth from his slaves George?”
“Yes,” Bobby sighed. “She hasn’t told me precisely when she was born, but if she’s at least that old, I think it’s safe to say that she’s had plenty of time to bump into another one of-- whatever we’re gonna call her kind.” Dean blew a breath out through his mouth against the phone and Bobby jerked his own phone away from his ear as a fizzle of static accompanied the rush of air. “Look, it’s getting late. That’s the skinny on [Y/N]. She’s nothing to worry about, n’less you get on her bad side. Just stay out of her way: she’s got a good track record of getting the job done. Especially vamp cases. Just promise me one thing?”
“Anything, Bobby,” Dean said.
“Don’t breathe a word of what I just told you-- to anyone. ‘Cept Sam, I guess. But if this kinda thing gets out. . . Well, you should know. You and Sam were hunted and killed for the same reason that she would be. I’ve kept her secret my entire life. Don’t need her dying on the account of me bein’ too drunk to keep my mouth shut.”
Dean sighed again, and there was a long pause that followed. It was quiet in the background. They must’ve parked somewhere; Bobby couldn’t hear the Impala in the background.
“You got it, Bobby. It doesn’t leave this car.” Dean murmured.
For some reason, Bobby believed him.
“Thanks Bobby.”
“Goodnight, Dean.”
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Far away, a door creaks open, and an unknown voice mutters a spell you’ve never heard before. Suddenly, a porcelain masked figure in bright fuchsia robes apparates into view before you, hand outstretched in welcome.. or is it a warning? 
WELCOME TO BURIAL SOCIETY, Admin Pixie! You have been accepted for the role of FLEAMONT POTTER. This is where I would gush and talk about what I liked about the app, but it seems a little self-congratulatory and I’m not sure that we’ve earned that. Insert clever joke about how well you seem to know the character here. Pause for canned laugh track.
Now that you’ve been initiated, travel by floo network to THE CHECKLIST –– remember to enunciate, we don’t want any accidents –– and be sure to send in your character blog within the next 48 hours unless you want to come down with a bad case of vanishing sickness!
O U T  O F  C H A R A C T E R
NAME/ALIAS: I’m Admin Pixie, but when I don’t have my admin hat on, you can call me Moe!
PRONOUNS: She/Her
AGE: 23
TIMEZONE: GMT+3
TRIGGERS:  [redacted]
ACTIVITY: 10/10 –– If I’m not online I’m lurking, and if I’m not lurking I’m online. In the circumstances under which I’m neither online nor lurking, I’m probably doing uni stuff or other real life nonsense.
ANYTHING ELSE? [redacted]
I N  C H A R A C T E R
NAME/ALIAS: Fleamont Rashmik Potter
FLEAMONT ––  latin & french. fleeing mountain RASHMIK –– gujarati. little light beam POTTER –– english. pottery maker –– OFTEN NICKNAMED: Monty by friends, Flea by foes
FACECLAIM: Avan Jogia
PRONOUNS & GENDER: Cis man, he/him
BIRTHDAY: April 17th, 1925. Aries.
Aries is the first sign of the zodiac, and that’s pretty much how those born under this sign see themselves: first. Aries are the leaders of the pack, first in line to get things going. Whether or not everything gets done is another question altogether, for an Aries prefers to initiate rather than to complete. Do you have a project needing a kick-start? Call an Aries, by all means. The leadership displayed by Aries is most impressive, so don’t be surprised if they can rally the troops against seemingly insurmountable odds—they have that kind of personal magnetism.
BLOOD STATUS: Fleamont is a pureblood wizard, and was raised as such, although it seemed to always mean a little more to his mother than it did to his father. His mother had always impressed upon him the importance of representing their family well due to their reputation and legacy. His father had irritated her greatly when he’d earned their exclusion from the sacred twenty-eight due to his outspoken views on muggles and muggleborns. Fleamont in this case, as in most cases, tended to agree with his father. He’d never thought himself special for any reasons due to his blood or lineage and thought it insulting that worth or value in people should be decided on anything other than their individual accomplishments. 
OCCUPATION: Fleamont currently works for the ministry as a licensed Obliviator. It’s not the job of his dreams, but due to his background experience in charms and defensive magic built up after a childhood spent bullied for his name, it was easy enough to rise up in the ranks to the mid-level position he finds himself in today. His five year plan has illustrated the distinct possibility of him being able to snag a seat amongst the wixen of Wizengamot, however–– though now that remains to be seen, as for the first time since his graduation from Hogwarts, Fleamont has been occupied with other pursuits and goals.
POSSESSIONS: Describe at least three ( 3 ) possessions of theirs. They don’t have to be prized or valuable in any way.
001 –– INVISIBILITY CLOAK. An heirloom from his father’s side. It was what Fleamont had been swaddled in as a babe when returned home from St. Mungo’s after he’d been born, had been the main component of every pillow-fort he’d ever constructed, and now almost always stayed within his reach either used instead of a blanket when sleeping or carefully tucked away into one of his pockets enhanced with an undetectable extension charm. Henry had never taught Fleamont to treat the cloak as a fragile herloom, but Fleamont revered it all the same, coming to think of the beautifully embroidered artifact as an extension of not only himself, but now also his late father and the ancestors who had used the cloak before them. 002 –– FOEGLASSES. After his father’s disappearance and subsequent reappearance, Fleamont has been struck by a bolt of paranoia so intense, it turned his way of thinking and seeing the world upside-down. Having many friends and acquaintances in all offices and departments at the ministry was what made it possible for him to get his hands on this prototype. Foeglasses, named after the type of reflective material from which their lenses were crafted, are a type of bifocal spectacles that were crafted to allow the wearer to detect the proximity and identity of their enemies. Fleamont feels safer when he wears them, even though he knows they’re still in the early stages of development and are rather defective–– laughably, they even marked Lysander as a foe before he’d gone to the inventor to have him fix that issue, charming them to ignore whatever it was that made Lysander stand out as anything other than the most loyal friend Fleamont had ever known. 003 –– ENGRAVED POCKET WATCH. It was the one that had belonged to his father. The one they found on his waterlogged corpse. Of course it didn’t work anymore, now cracked and water-damaged, but Fleamont refused to let anyone else touch it or repair it, instead wearing the defunct device as a reminder of what he’d vowed to himself the moment he and his mother had realized his father had gone missing in the first place: that he would figure out exactly what had happened, and that he would bring those responsible to justice. Sleepless nights often found him ruminating on his plan of vengeance, thumb rubbing over the engraved words that his father had so often quoted aloud –– Let justice be done though the heavens should fall.
CONNECTIONS: 
LYSANDER ZABINI — partner in crime justice — Fleamont has always considered Lysander to be his one and only best friend, from the very first time they’d met looking up at the Hogwarts express with awe in their wide eyes at eleven. He’s one of the only people Fleamont still fully trusts, and that’s saying a lot, as after the murder of his father Fleamont doesn’t trust anyone. AUGUSTA ABBOTT — proselytization — Though he knows the kind of people Augusta calls her friends, Fleamont can’t help but try and get closer to her in order to convince her to join his cause, having heard from several people all about what an asset she would be. EUPHEMIA GIBBON — star crossed — Euphemia has been the object of Fleamont’s affection on and off, secretly and not-so-secretly, from as early as his his fifth year. However, no matter how close he tries to get to her, something seems to stand in the way, to pull her away from him, much to Fleamont’s constant and confused heartache.
HEADCANONS: 
001 –– Ashwina Potter, née Kaushik, raised her son as any fine wizard back home would have been raised –– she made sure he knew of and respected the traditions Ashwina herself had been raised with; that he respected and observed each holiday and festival, abstained from consuming certain dishes and meats, memorized at least three different prayers, and that he knew enough Gujarati to be able to read and write letters back home to their relatives in India. As a young adult now, the way he was raised often manifests in Fleamont choosing meals without meat at all when dining out at unfamiliar establishments, apologizing and cancelling plans with friends because he’s forgotten a certain holiday or festival was scheduled to take place on the same date, and during formal events, to make his mother happy he dons a beautifully embroidered Jodhpuri suit. 002 –– The first time Fleamont had ever tasted coffee, he’d had to quickly cover up the grimace his expression wanted to twist into, and instead swallowed that bitter hot bean water down and tried for a queasy, shaky smile. Never again. He's always held the opinion that if anyone should be drinking anything, it was tea. Black tea clouded with fresh milk and sweetened with a respectable amount of sugar was what made his world go ‘round. If he wasn’t amongst plebeians he would of course steep that tea with cardamom, cloves, cinnamon, and sometimes when he wanted to feel special he would add in candied ginger and star anise. 003 –– Growing up with unmanageable and untamable hair that seemed to have a mind of its own as well as its own idea of what length it should be, Fleamont Potter had spent much of his adolescence looking for a solution. This slowly turned into an affinity for potions and brewing, resulting in his experimentation for various balms, salves, and other brews that he had no choice but to experiment with on himself. At some point in his sixth year he seemed to have struck gold, and for once he was bombarded with a flurry of compliments and questions as to what he’d done with his hair. He’d patented the solution, starting a small company and selling a few tins of the hair cream under the name Sleekeazy's Hair Potion –– He felt guilty about liking potions so much, especially because he and his father had always agreed that Fleamont would be following in Henry’s footsteps, and didn’t want this venture to affect the future that had already been mapped out for him –– and now he has it on good authority that it’s gained quite a bit of popularity across the pond, over in America.
004 –– Growing up, Fleamont Potter had always hated his name. No matter how many times Henry assured him that it was a fine and upstanding family name, it did nothing to shield him against the merciless bullies that would target him and call him names almost half as cruel as his given one. Eventually, Fleamont had had enough and, against his father’s wishes, studied up on defensive magic enough to beat anyone who had anything to say about his name in a duel so thoroughly that larger-than-life rumors began to spread about him and what he could do, and the bullying swiftly stopped. His father grounded him for three months when he found out, marking it as Fleamont’s first and last defiance against his father’s wishes, but even so Fleamont couldn’t help but smile every time he walked down the halls of his school after the fact, unbothered and unworried. 005 –– After graduating Hogwarts, Fleamont had entered an internship program at the Ministry of Magic almost immediately, and moved out of his family home to live in a small flat just above the Leaky Cauldron. Though his mother had been reluctant to let him go, Henry Potter had assured her that it was good for the boy to gain some independence. Fleamont has lived there to this day with a golden-eyed tabby cat he’d affectionately named Odoti, and a roommate. Though he could certainly afford to live alone off of his earnings from Sleekeazy’s, he still preferred to share the space with another person, more for company than anything else. Lately, though, Fleamont has been spending less time at the flat and more time either in his office or back at the Potter manor, caring for his mother. 
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