User blog:Johndoe-m9/A Literal Vacationing Misadventure

May 27th

(A van is seen driving to Grimsborough before stopping to one of Fairview’s houses, seemingly about to move in. While many children jump out of the van and run into the house in a quickened pace, two blonde girls, one holding a phone and the other with a dress and sunglasses, slowly step out and walk away from the house while two parents watch)

Supportive Mother: Ahem, and where do you two think you’re going? Home is here.

Cheerful Father: And the kids already beat you here! You don’t wanna be left behind as rotten eggs on the street!

Unfriendly-Looking Girl: You two are literally not that naive enough to think someone like me’s going to get arrested for missing out on curfew or get mugged by some random thug at night. I’m going out for a jog; it won’t be that long, (annoyed) after having to spend last night getting squished to death and dying from suffocation.

Fashionable Sister: And I’m going too! I really can’t wait to go out to the logs!

Unfriendly-Looking Girl: (rolls her eyes) Ugh. (puts a pink collar on her sister) Here, follow me. Just don’t stray far away.

Fashionable Sister: (happily nods) Okay!

(The sisters take a morning jog while the parents shrug and exit the van to go to the house)

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(Somewhere in a old hotel room, a crashed shirtless man with a stubble and buzz-cut wakes up with a haggard look on his face, tired. He rolls out of bed and goes to the bathroom to wash his face, showing a disturbingly fierce and solemn look towards the mirror. After getting dressed, the man looks through his phone to see what he has to do before opening the closet to get his weapons and gadgets)

Morbid-Looking Man: (arms himself and looks through the window) Heh, same shit, different day... (walks to the door to open it)

PI PI PI PI PI PI PI PI PI PI!!!

(The man, annoyed at who’s calling, takes out his phone to answer)

Morbid-Looking Man: What?

Caller: Hey, where the hell are you? Are you still oversleeping on the job again? It’s already past noon and you almost look you’re going to drop off like some of the stupid cowards on the slums!

Caller’s Partner: I know, I know, you piss ant. I’m ready. Wait for me on your designated spot. It’ll take a while.

Caller: (muttering, unconvinced) Yeah right...

(The call ends as the man leaves the room. Outside, a plane is seen reaching an airport and then landing, with several passengers coming out of it. Inside the airport, Gabriel and Sofia are seen inside the airport holding their bags, both elated of their holiday)

Sofia: Welcome to Roma, my Gabriel! Isn’t that raffinata that our holiday will have two exciting things for our three days here?

Gabriel: Of course, but... why two things here, mi cara? Isn’t this supposed to be the best opportunity to travel around Rome?

Sofia: (winks and wags her finger) Uh, uh, uh, you’ll have to wait and see!

(Gabriel and Sofia leave the airport, a person obscured in the shadows and watches the two with an acquaintance in a hoodie)

Unknown Stalker: So those two are here... Right on time. (to the acquaintance) Let’s go.

(The stalker and their acquaintance follow the couple closely while a crowd of passengers arrive. As more people enter the airport, the two follow the couple quicker before having their view obstructed and seemingly getting trampled by the fast-moving crowd. The stalkers then come dashing out, with the stalker carrying the acquaintance with a wheelchair as they give chase to Gabriel and Sofia. As they come out of the airport, the stalker stops the wheelchair and they throw themselves at the car the couple are about to leave in, only for the stalker to miss and hit a couple of cars on their path, ending with a giant flagpole)

THUD!!!!

Hoodied Acquaintance: Are you alright?

Unknown Stalker: Not sure, for some reason, I feel like my legs are going to force me to latch onto somebody. Did anybody see us?

Hoodied Acquaintance: (turns to see the oblivious passengers) No.

Unknown Stalker: Then help me up. Follow their car afterwards.

(The stalker’s accomplice goes to help them, revealing bits of her amber hair familiar)

73 yards away from the airport; somewhere in Rome...

(A silver and green car is seen in a parking lot, where a woman and middle-aged man is seen inside of it waiting for someone)

Woman with a PearPod Tap: Christ, Lars. Do you really have to transport my car here? It’s quite alarming for us to stand out while we’re on a mission, you know.

Lars: But between Stand Users and humans, they would be nearly indistinguishable to notice. It won’t be a problem if we keep our noses down.

Lars's Partner: (sarcastically) Yep, it wouldn’t be a problem for us not to choose a different shade of green instead of our favorite colors. Though it would barely be a problem considering the streets are less crowded today. (opens a mirror, revealing her face)

Tsuo Koma (Ukrich Guardian's Navigator); Age: 36, Height: 5'9", Weight: 147 lbs, Blood: A+

Lars Reginald Douglas (Former Bureau Lab Chief); Age: 49, Height: 5'9", Weight: 180 lbs, Blood: A+

Lars: (takes a picture of his wallet, which shows a normal-looking man in a suit) So we’re supposed to be after this so-called noble, yeah? Doesn’t look like it’ll help finding him in a city like this one. They might even know we’re up to him before we can notice.

Tsuo: You’re right, but given how Rome’s a big city, it’s least likely they’re going to show up guns blazing. Lars, follow my precautionary safety tips while I keep a lookout for that buzzing pain in our ears.

(Lars hesitantly nods as he drives the car as a precaution. Near the Vatican Museums, which is one of the places the two are going, a shady-looking woman with a leather hat is seen loitering near a giant column staring at the visitors with contempt and impatience on her eyes. As another crowd passes by, she disappears)

(As the car Lars and Tsuo are driving passes by, the woman continues inside the museum to find something eloquent of some sorts, although it doesn’t seem she’s a thief as she merely glances at the sight of portraits, walls with the random murals, statues, sculptures and exhibitions she could care less of.