Silver Chariot

What’s the stands name and what does it do

Well HELLO EVERYONE! I'm FINALLY done with this story! It took me like multiple months to finish. But I'm done and in perfect timing too! Halloween month is officially opon us! So please enjoy this story and remember.... NOTHING IS WORTH THE RISK!

The Story:

Jotaro knocked on the door, waiting for something to happen. Mark (Or what he thinks is Mark.) Told him to go to this exact location. He didn't know what to expect. But he knew one thing, he had to check on something.

Jotaro never knew Mark had a sister. Hell, Jotaro didn't know Mark had any surviving family. But no, he was wrong. At least that gave hope to Jotaro. At least a good person had relatives to miss him.

That word is hope. Something Jotaro thought was dead. Especially due to the recent invasion happening after the chaos Pucci caused. But the knowledge of Mark having a younger sister seems to give Jotaro some sort of optimism.

The door didn't open for about five minutes. Jotaro heard a woman yelling at a guy from a call. It seemed to be about someone named "Jonah" dying.

Yep, Jotaro thought, calculating everything he heard. An Alternate must have got him. Sadly, these people are dealing with such unholy creatures.

Jotaro stood there, not making a sound. Finally, after the five minutes ended. The door opened after the call ended. And what opened it was a woman.

She wore a black sweatshirt with the letters "BPS" on one of the sides in front with a yellow print. She looked burned out, bags under her eyes like she'd just done a marathon. She had brown hair like her older brother. Her expression looked simply like Jotaro's.

Hmm, something feels off. She looks so… tired. Jotaro thought, as his baggy and sleep-deprived orbs stared at the woman's sleepy and professional gaze. Wasn't she a little more positive? That's what Polnareff told me. Why does Polnareff know so much about the Bythorne Paranormal Society anyway?

That question was bothering Jotaro. Why does Polnareff know so much? It didn't make any sense… Jotaro didn't know until Polnareff told him a week ago. Polnareff didn't know or care about Mandela County that much. Why would he know? Whatever, the marine biologist thought. Focus on the reason why you are here. She's not safe here. Alternates could go after her.

The woman raised an eyebrow, before dropping her jaw like she knew Jotaro.

"Uhh," Sarah, the woman said. "What do you need!?"

Jotaro sighed, taking a deep breath before speaking.

"Is this Sarah Heathcliff?" He asked, sounding professional as usual.

Sarah nodded her head, "Yes, that's me, Sarah Heathcliff." She said, beginning to look irritated. "Who might you be?"

Jotaro took a step forward. Okay, he thought, this is time to explain. No turning back now.

"Well Sarah, my name's Jotaro Kujo," he said, moving his hat to get a look at her. "I'm a friend of your older brother, Mark Heathcliff before he passed away."

Sarah's professional and burned-out demeanor changed as the marine biologist mentioned Mark. She began to tear up as she heard that name.

"R-really? You actually knew him before he died?" Sarah said Jotaro could understand the ancient feelings his friend's sister was giving out. "I-I don't know what to say…. Why are you here?"

"Because I want to talk." said Jotaro, as he walked to the door "I just want to check on you, Mark would've wanted me to do that. Now, is it alright if you open the door?"

Sarah nodded and went into the door first. Turning the knob and entering the house.

"Yes, I don't mind," Sarah said softly, Jotaro nodded and followed her to the house "This is actually something I needed. Talking to someone who shared the same loss. I miss him… I miss him a lot."

Jotaro nodded and said, "I get it, that's why I'm here,"

Both of them went into the living room after the marine biologist closed the door. Jotaro sat on the couch, and Sarah did the same.

"So…" Jotaro said, taking his coat off, "How have you been after all these years?"

Meanwhile, former lieutenant of the MCPD Thatcher Davis was driving along the road. His eyes dead focused on the people. All those poor, innocent people. They needed help… But there are no answers to the reports. He thought to himself, he continued to drive.

He moved past the people on the road. Going through some famous locations. From Saint Gabriel's Church to the police department to the house that started his downfall. How can a poor young man's suicide lead to her passing and that… f#cking thing.

But he couldn't complain or dwell in the past. He was currently on a case that needed searching. And not only that, it is important, very… very important.

"So why would this case be concerning?" Thatcher asked, grumbling as he drove towards the road. "It's just a normal guy… What's so important about him? I saw the same thing before. People go missing; it's sad, I know but… this isn't strange sadly."

"It's because he's associated with Kakyoin!" Jolyne snapped, sipping her coffee in the front seat. She was like Thatcher if he was a young woman. She had experienced the worst, her dad took the innocent lives of her friends… Kakyoin died. She didn't understand it. And she, like Thatcher, is still living whether they liked it or not. "The Speedwagon Foundation and Mandela County expect us to find some closure here,"

Thatcher just nodded as he took a glance at the wanted poster nearby that said: "Have you seen this man?" While showing a picture of a man with a weird haircut. The name "Jean Pierre Polnareff" is below the image.

"So, where are we going exactly? You didn't really tell me till now," Thatcher asked, glancing back towards the road. "If we're looking for a guy. We gotta know where he was last seen,"

Jolyne just sighed. Finishing her coffee in a few gulps as she didn't respond for a few minutes.

She was puzzled in thought. Where were they going? Mandela Tech? No, that ran out of business, the Speedwagon Foundation's local base? No, that was in Bythorne County, and she knew they were not going there. The MCPD department? Nah, Thatcher wasn't even a part of it anymore.

Then it hit her.

Then she finally figured it out.

Saint Gabriel's Church.

That's what the Speedwagon Foundation told her to go with Thatcher. Why didn't she remember sooner?

"Saint Gabriel's Church!" Jolyne said out of desperation. She turned her head to him, her expression transforming into a chaotic face.

Thatcher widened his eyes. "Jesus you don't have to shout it." He said the car sped faster as they tried to reach their location. "It's quite far away from here. I'm just telling you this now. We'll be there by sunset if we're lucky."

Jolyne just nodded as she looked out the window. This was so weird to her now. Everything has changed since Kakyoin's kids died. The Speedwagon Foundation has been screwing with her. All these missions are feeling like some sort of hell.

"Well damn," Jolyne replied with a sigh. "How about we play something on the radio if you don't mind? The trip is going to be a long one."

Thatcher nodded and proceeded to turn it on. The radio crackled into life. It buzzed and buzzed until it finally rested on a good rock station. It was playing Buddy Holly by Weezer until something happened.

"What's with these homies dissing my- NOTHING IS- Why do they gotta fr- there's no hope. Hey, it's Cesar, I hope it's not too l- WATCH THE ROAD."

"The f#ck?" Thatcher said, immediately turning the radio off. "It's been the second time since my radio did this."

Jolyne narrowed her eyes and nodded. "I see, how strange." She said, her eyes turned to the road. She turned into shock as she saw what was in front of the car.

"THATCHER! STOP!" Jolyne yelled as loud as she could. She quickly grabbed the wheel as she tried to drive out of the way of what stood in front of them.

"What the hell are you doing?" Thatcher yelled as he immediately tried to push his partner away. "You're going to get us killed! STOP IT NO-"

The car quickly crashed. Onto its side as the glass shattered. The sound of metal scrapping and the tires swerving off echoed across the road. It hit into the ditch. The beeping began for another minute as both Jolyne and Thatcher climbed out shortly after. Both were bloodied and could've sworn they broke a bone.

Jolyne and Thatcher walked into the road. Crimson ran down both of their faces as they grumbled.

"Damn it, looks like we're going on foot," Thatcher said, coughing up some bright red blood. "And maybe we need a hospital too."

Jolyne just stared blankly at the thing. Her fingers pointing at it, tears running down her eyes.

"Jolyne?" Thatcher asked, he quickly grabbed her shoulders and lightly shook her. "What's going on?

She quickly just whispered: "P-Polnareff… is that you?" As she stared at the thing. Thatcher immediately sighed. Pulled out a pistol and turned his head to confront the thing in front of him.

"Polnareff" looked extremely different from what anyone would usually see him. His signature hairdo looked super unkempt. All the hair looked spiky and little to no show no resemblance of it. His body looked all distorted and bent like a messed-up cartoon character. His face looked crooked and inhuman. The part of his face oozed a pitch-black substance below him. He looked… distressed. His face mashed up in concern.

Thatcher stood his ground, barely flinching at the thing. He just opened fire, he saw enough of these things to know one important aspect of the creatures. They were remorseless, lacking remorse. He knew they wouldn't play fair. And they needed to die!

The bullet flew at Polnareff. The bullet penetrated the head. Jolyne quickly tried to grab Thatcher, her expression turning fearful as she pulled out her stand.

"Thatcher!" She yelled out, trying to get him to stop. "Don't do it! He's innocent! Please!"

Thatcher just didn't listen, he wouldn't hear what Jolyne was saying. He ignored it, there was no hope or way for Polnareff to be alive. He's seen these things before. People who were turned into alternates never came back. They're only organisms designed to kill innocent people for eternity. He pushed Jolyne away and said, "HE'S GONE JOLYNE! HE'S DEAD! THIS IS JUST A CORPSE! We need to end this man's suffering."

Jolyne tried to rebel, but then she just saw what showed up…

Polnareff's stand, Silver Chariot came out… It looked dead inside, with no soul whatsoever. The armor looked rotten and rusted, its sword made out of static and blood. Polnareff just tried to say something… anything, but all that came out was a weak "H-help… me…."

Thatcher just pulled the trigger. Each of the bullets hit the same target over and over again. All in perfect precision, all hitting the Frenchman's head. Jolyne just stood there, viewing the end of another close one's life…

The alternate collapsed, leaving M.A.D as it goes. Silver Chariot made one final sword strike as it disappeared for the final time.

It left both Thatcher and Jolyne standing there… bleeding and eyes filled with tears… They found Polnareff, just… Not the way they hoped for.

"So, you don't like the police department here?" Jotaro asked. he's been talking to Mark's sister for multiple hours by this point. It was dark an hour ago. And still is as Jotaro looks at Sarah. "What happened that made you feel this way?"

Sarah sighed, it was clear to Jotaro that she didn't want to talk about this.

"Of course!" She said passionately, sounding pissed as she continued. "They weren't there for me. I wanted answers, but they DIDN'T give me any! Do you know how f#cked up that is? For your brother to just die and the police just call it a 'suicide?' It wasn't a suicide…. I know Mark… he would never do that. He was always happy around us. Do you really think that he would off himself out of the blue? Just one day he's alive and suddenly says 'I think this is the perfect time to commit suicide?' No, you don't. There are supposed to be subtle ways to know that. And the MCPD and their God damn piece of sh#t they called a 'lieutenant' didn't do f#ck all about it! He would've been thirty-five now… I'm still waiting,"

She bawled out in tears, looking down at the couch with a little girl. She grabbed her head and just continued to sob. Jotaro could see what the alternates did, all of their crimes, their terror. Everything, all in those missing persons reports. But they were not in so much detail compared to Sarah.

Sarah's case was completely stronger as evidence that the alternates were purely disgusting. She's been a broken branch, seeing her brother die without a chance to say goodbye. And how did Mark die? Well, it was because of the damn ALTERNATES!

Plenty of other people followed Mark in dying of those things. Jude Murray, Jonah Marshall, and Noraki Kakyoin to name a few. He didn't know why, but he felt like the world was after him… Not knowing what will happen next.

Jotaro suddenly heard his phone ring. The buzzing rivaled Sarah's sobs in the room. Jotaro simply went around and rubbed Sarah's back before saying, "Hey, it's alright… I gotta get a call, do you mind if I-?"

"No," Sarah said with a sniffle, "It's alright… Just go and answer it outside. Thank you for just… hearing my rant."

Jotaro simply nodded and got up. Walking towards the door and opening it to the outside. He quickly answered the phone, leaning on the porch.

"Yeah?" Jotaro asked, "Who is it?"

"Jotaro! It's Thatcher!" Thatcher said on the other line, he sounded like he just ran a whole mile. He took a minute to take in the air before continuing. "I found Polnareff! But…"

"But what?" Jotaro said, not even gasping. He was surprised, but he didn't show it. "What about Polnareff?"

"He…" Thatcher paused trying to explain in the calmest way he could. "He died, one of those… things got him."

Jotaro widens his eyes, no no it… can't be! Jotaro couldn't believe it. Did they get him? How? He thought Polnareff always kept himself at least somewhat safe. How the hell did that work?

"Thatcher… Is that true? That can't be!" Jotaro whispered, he could feel his body tremble. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah… unfortunately," Thatcher replied, he sighed as he looked around. "I'm currently left stranded with a coworker of mine. I gotta go, we'll be there soon. Just got to find some sort of transportation."

Click.

The phone got hung up, leaving Jotaro alone yet again. He sighed, putting the phone away in his pocket. The marine biologist turned to the door. Unaware that a familiar figure appeared out of the shade behind him. Causing Jotaro to summon his stand.

"Well well well," said Cesar, or more accurately, his alternate. "It's been seventeen years… You couldn't survive for long…"

The End.

@Babysharkboss2 @Pewdiepug94 @Dictator Red @TheGuyWhoMakesAnimeArtOrSomething Well everyone. I'm done! Now I can work on Pucci vs Godzilla!

"Polnareff" looked extremely different from what anyone would usually see him. His signature hairdo looked super unkempt. All the hair looked spiky and little to no show no resemblance of it. His body looked all distorted and bent like a messed-up cartoon character. His face looked crooked and inhuman. The part of his face oozed a pitch-black substance below him. He looked… distressed. His face mashed up in concern.

Thatcher stood his ground, barely flinching at the thing. He just opened fire, he saw enough of these things to know one important aspect of the creatures. They were remorseless, lacking remorse. He knew they wouldn't play fair. And they needed to die!

The bullet flew at Polnareff. The bullet penetrated the head. Jolyne quickly tried to grab Thatcher, her expression turning fearful as she pulled out her stand.

"Thatcher!" She yelled out, trying to get him to stop. "Don't do it! He's innocent! Please!"

Thatcher just didn't listen, he wouldn't hear what Jolyne was saying. He ignored it, there was no hope or way for Polnareff to be alive. He's seen these things before. People who were turned into alternates never came back. They're only organisms designed to kill innocent people for eternity. He pushed Jolyne away and said, "HE'S GONE JOLYNE! HE'S DEAD! THIS IS JUST A CORPSE! We need to end this man's suffering."

Jolyne tried to rebel, but then she just saw what showed up…

Polnareff's stand, Silver Chariot came out… It looked dead inside, with no soul whatsoever. The armor looked rotten and rusted, its sword made out of static and blood. Polnareff just tried to say something… anything, but all that came out was a weak "H-help… me…."

Thatcher just pulled the trigger. Each of the bullets hit the same target over and over again. All in perfect precision, all hitting the Frenchman's head. Jolyne just stood there, viewing the end of another close one's life…

The alternate collapsed, leaving M.A.D as it goes. Silver Chariot made one final sword strike as it disappeared for the final time.

It left both Thatcher and Jolyne standing there… bleeding and eyes filled with tears… They found Polnareff, just… Not the way they hoped for.

To Be Continued...

@Babysharkboss2 @Dictator Red @Pewdiepug94 @TheGuyWhoMakesAnimeArtOrSomething

RIP POLNAREFF...

During the sleep phase of chariot requiem, are the bodies still alive? I was wondering if their hearts were still beating despite the fact that their souls were no longer inside

Hol Horse is back to kill that God-forsaken little punk-a*** b*tch lizard with plot armor! The cowboy was really pissed off today. And he had a great plan to get rid of that punk!

First off, Hol Horse got Johnny Joestar to kill 682. But Johnny Joestar simply started crying due to his PTSD (Especially after 682 smashed him.) Johnny teared up. Which led to 682 just tapping Johnny’s back, confused and having a sense of… empathy?

“WAIT. What the hell?!” Hol Horse said, “This Goddamn lizard has pity?! The hell?!”

Then Hol Horse sent everyone who made those Araki forgotten memes. 682 narrowed his eyes.

“Oh GOD NO!” 682 said. “NOT THESE PUNKS!”

The losers started furiously writing posts that Araki forgot to write about 682’s hairline. But this pissed 682 off so much that he slowly ate all of them to death! (It also sounded like Walter White doing the funny with Spongebob.)

Then Polnareff came and summoned his stand, Silver Chariot. He tried to hit 682, but the lizard dodged and tail-whipped him to Detroit! But Polnareff came back in a wheelchair!

“The hell?!” 682 yelled out. He continued tapping the crying Johnny’s back.

“Time to die you lizard!” Polnareff yelled out in rage.

But then 682 took away Polnareff’s wheelchair. Which caused the French man to die.

Then Kira came in. He tries to use Killer Queen on 682. But then 682 pulled out Hayoto and threw him at Kira so hard that both of them blew up like it was a Michael Bay movie.

“NOOO!!!!” Kira yelled. “My weakness! CHILDREN!”

“DAMN IT!” Hol Horse yelled. He grumbled. Every time he tried to kill this SCP. It failed!

“WHY IS EVERYTHING I DONE FAILED?! WHY ISN’T PATRICK HERE!? It’s like some donut guy is ruining everything.”

“Uhh,” Cs stated, as he came back from Ohio. “Because I’m writing this story and how do you fail every time?”

Hol Horse sighed. “Damn! Never knew that would happen!”

Then Gyro Zeppeli came. He threw steel balls at 682. But 682 grabbed a gun and shot Gyro dead!

“Damn it!” Junior Researcher Patrick stated. He came back after his therapy session. “I came back to work to see you being unprofessional as hell?! Really sir?”

Patrick then took over from here. He sent The Postal Dude from the Postal movie to kill 682 first. But 682 then killed the movie dude.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Flim yelled out. “NOT MY BOYFRIEND!”

Patrick and Hol Horse widened their eyes.

“Uhh Flim. I thought that guy was your BF!” Cs said while being sucked into Ohio once again. He pointed at The Postal Dude while he was dragged into Ohio.

“Oh! YES!” Flim said while running towards Postal Dude. And they hugged each other.

Patrick sighed and proceeded to make more termination attempts.

Then Diavolo came. He tried to use his stand, King Crimson. But then a noise was heard.

“YOU F**ING B*STARD!” yelled out Mark Heathcliff as he shot Diavolo dead on the spot!

“LET’S GOOOOOOOO!!!” said about 99.9 percent of the multiverse said at the same time. “DIAVOLO IS DEAD!”

“Wait…” Mark said, face filled with confusion, and raised an eyebrow. “WHAT?!”

Then Jotaro came back. He somehow stabbed himself in the arm with a requiem arrow But due to how uncanon this is. 682 sent Jotaro to the canon gulag to understand what continuity is.

Then Postal Dude from Postal 1 tried to kill 682.

“Eat lead sucker!” He yelled out as he shot 682. But 682 then showed him the truth. @Babysharkboss2 was a woman! This insane turn of events caused Postal 1 Dude to have the usual mental breakdown!

“Damn, IT!” Cs yelled from Ohio as he watched the termination attempts at the subway. “When will this lizard die!” But, without Cs’ knowledge, RED was behind him. In his hand was a Postal Dude x Flim fanfiction?!

“Hey! Donut!” The demon spoke out. “You better read what I made! My greatest fan, Dictator RED, told me to read this!”

The end. (What did this series become?!)

@Dictator Red @TheGuyWhoMakesAnimeArtOrSomething @Nocturnal4Ever @Bruhslayer1000

I may watch too many physics videos, but I really don't get how Stands travel faster than light speed. This would interfere with causality (due to the Stand's attack hitting before it landed, thus resulting in a grandfather paradox), or the Stand's shouldn't be able to affect information in the bradyonic world.

A scene I see a lot of people use to scale the Crusaders is when Silver Chariot deflects The Sun's beams. People say that travels at light speed. And I have more questions than one. That's plasma, right? Plasma has to travel slower than light speed, due to it being made of bradyons. Even if it was traveling near lightspeed, it would have just nuked the surronding area, due to it hitting air molecules. So basically, Stands have to be pretty slow to not either kill their user, or literally transcend the bradyonic information area.

Here 2 ways to look at it. 1 the team all die because Pol isn't there to save Jot before he gets his head cut off. And 2 is Pol or the team figures out that Dio has the power to stop time and the team thinks of a plan to win and defeat Dio.

I know I said it should have happened but if it did how would you see the story go?

If you were to attach a solid object to a stand, (through welding, wrapping, etc.) would that become part of the stand?

For instance, say I would wrap another knife to Hanged Man's other arm, would that become part of it?

Silver Chariot gets a hook-type thing on his off-hand when Polnareff gets his hand cut off, so...