JoJo\'s Bizarre Furry RP

[Hunter568]

Sergei returned with a pot full of water that he had filtered and strained to remove any pieces of dirt or plant matter or other undesirables. He offered the pot to Red.

"When you get the fire started, boil this over it. Then we can use it to cook," he said.

[SadDubwool]

Red nodded and placed it to the side as dusk arrived and painted the forest with pink sunlight as the sun started to disappear in the horizon, He grabbed a match and struck it a couple times before tossing it into the pile of sticks which lit up nicely with all the dry leaves and sticks. He placed the pot into the tripod that was built over the fire by Daryl and sighed before sitting on a log

[SadDubwool]

As the camp descended into night Red couldn't help but feel as if someone was watching them, He wouldn't be surprised if they actually didn't get a good night's sleep with this scopaesthesia vibe permeating through him

[Hunter568]

As darkness descended on the woods, Sergei once again began to feel his eyelids drooping heavily. He stretched his arms behind his head, and let out a yawn. "Well, if Ray and Jayce are taking first watch, I guess I'll go ahead and get some sleep," he declared. He stood up from the log and walked away from the fire, crawling into the tent he was to share with Daryl and Red.

After the visit from the Speedwagon people, he felt a lot more secure and able to relax. It seemed like their group had a real plan and some support behind it. He quickly sank into a deep sleep on one of the bedrolls.

[Rayleonarde]

Jayce took a seat on the nearest smooth rock, with Ray a stone’s throw away.
Jayce stared into the fire, slipping into a sort of sensitive trance.


After a while, Jayce’s phone rang. It was quiet, but the vibration is what got the raccoon’s attention. Jayce flipped his phone open and spoke.
“Hello?”
...
“Yeah, he’s here. Asleep.”
...
“I told ya I would. I’m fast, remember. Anyway. We’re headed for Michigan.”
...
“Yep. Good pay, too. Got a group of guys, too.”
...
“Alright, I’ll try. See ya.”
Jayce closed the phone and pocketed it, returning his attention to the fire.

[Hunter568]

Sergei slowly awakened from his sleep, unsure of exactly what had roused him. Perhaps there'd been some noise off in the woods that had startled his subconscious? In any case, he looked out of the tent and noticed the fire burning lower, the darkness of the night now fully descended, and realized he'd probably slept for several hours. It was about time to relieve Ray and Jayce from their watch.

He crawled out of the tent and walked over to Jayce, giving him a tap on the shoulder. "Hey, I can take over the next shift. You guys should go get some rest," he said, his voice low and hushed. He wasn't sure why he was speaking in a near whisper, but for some reason it felt wrong to speak too loudly in the oppressive darkness of the night. "You've been keeping the watch long enough now," he added.

[SadDubwool]

Red had been awake and looking into the dark and slightly foggy forest, Something didn't seem right as he peeked his head out the tent door and stared at the twisted shadows of trees and bushes masked by a thickening fog...

The smell of the fog was similar to dried sweat and seemed to only be concentrated where the camp was, Thin layers of condensation started forming and the fog started to get harder to see through by the minute as the shapes of the trees seemed to warp and shift as the fog wrapped around them before Red got stabbed in the cheek silently by a drill fingered hand before it opened a hole that encompassed his mouth.  Red panicked and felt his face. He was breathing normally but the cleanly-cut hole seemed to be preventing him from speaking.

[Hunter568]

Sergei looked around at the fog as he took a seat on a log by the fire. He hadn't noticed what had happened to Red, who was behind him. "Huh, that's a lot of fog all of a sudden..." he remarked as he began settling himself. "No accounting for bad weather, I guess. It'll be hard to keep watch for anything in this soup."

[SadDubwool]

Red squinted at him before the stand poked a hole through his abdomen and  made an almost comically clean hole through his chest, Red started to flail around in distress before he summoned his stand and punched through what he thought was the stand user before realizing that he merely punched an illusion made of the surrounding fog and thinking to himself "Damnit! There's two of them!" Red scanned the tree line before running towards Sergei and tackling him

[Rayleonarde]

Jayce shrugged and shook Ray awake. “Thanks for the relief I-“ Jayce realized that Sergei had vanished into the fog, unaware that Red had tackled him. Jayce drew his gun as Ray stood up. The two raccoons glanced at each other and knew what the other thought.
The work of an enemy Stand.
 

[SadDubwool]

The drill fingered stand looked suddenly before it recoiled and fell back into the fog. Possibly returning to the user. Meanwhile the fog materialized an illusion of Red standing calmly next to a dying fire

[Hunter568]

"Oof!" Sergei let out a surprised puff of air as he was tackled to the ground. "What the hell?! What's going on?!" he shouted as he rolled over, sliding Red off his back and spitting out dirt that had been shoved into his mouth by the impact.

He saw the two raccoons standing up and alert, silhouetted by the fire's glow but now almost impossible to make out in the unnaturally dense fog. He was about to call out to them when he saw the illusory version of Red standing next to the glowing embers of the fire. He glanced wildly between the injured Red on the ground next to him, and the seemingly calm one standing a few feet away. "Oh no, don't tell me," he groaned, now sure that some enemy stand must be at work.

He pulled himself to his feet and tried to help Red stand up as well as A Real Life materialized behind him. He faced the illusory version of Red and his stand charged forward, aiming a swipe of its long, metallic claws at the fake rabbit. He knew it wasn't real, but it wouldn't do to have two Reds running around, confusing everyone.

[SadDubwool]

Suddenly a stand with drill shaped fingers, Almost perfectly blending in with the fog due to it's translucent form, Crawled out of a black spot placed on the ground and stuck A Real Life in the knee with it's fingers causing a large hole to appear in it's knee which translated this strange phenomenon to Sergei's own knee which was replaced by a rock that the stand had been holding.

It began to crawl further out with a chilling laugh, the user seemed to be speaking through his stand.


"kehehehehe... This is already so easy..."  It said as it looked up at him before it grabbed Red's leg and started to drag him into the hole "It's all so easy!" upon closer examination of Red his wounds had also been replaced by things that the stand seemingly had on them, The stand seemed to be able to create a hole and replace it with whatever they had in their off hand

[Hunter568]

Sergei wobbled and lurched forward, clutching the knee that had been replaced with a stone. A Real Life also lurched forward, unbalanced by its inability to put weight on the injured knee. Sergei's mind raced with panic as he saw Red being dragged away towards some hole in the ground.

"Gah! This stand....no time to worry about that!" he growled, and A Real Life surged forward, now with an uneven gait, reaching out to grab Red and stop his journey towards the hole. Simultaneously, the golem tried to strike the other stand as it got close, using its momentum to throw a solid punch.

[SadDubwool]

The hole-creature took the blow and a yell of pain could be heard in the distance before the stand wrenched Red out of Sergeis grasp and halfway into the hole before Red's stand appeared and stomped down on the enemy stand, causing it to fall down the hole as ANOTHER yell of pain could be heard. Red's eyes were ablaze with anger as his stand grabbed the enemy's leg and pulled it up a bit until the hole suddenly closed which Red very swiftly pulled his arm out of, narrowly avoiding completely losing his arm.

Red grunted as his stand appeared behind him with it's bronze face twisted into an angry expression not unlike some Greek theatre mask, Slowly Red brought himself up as he looked into the treeline.