I'LL BE THE ROUNDABOUT,

[standless]

Who: Jonathan, and You!
What: Jonathan's arrival at Daybreak! Includes the Internet.
When: Oct 12 - Onward
Where: Daybreak Campus
Warnings: None at present

UN: JOJO2

Hello to everyone!

It has been quite some time since I was able to attend a school of any sort, but having recently arrived I decided it would be best to greet everyone through this 'network' that has been set up. It's taken some adjusting to, so I must trust each of you to let me know if I've done anything incorrectly.

As it is, I'll be taking quite a number of classes while I catch up, so I look forward to meeting many of you in person; you shall recognize me by the presence of a small bat!

(That would be me)

- Jonathan Joestar

CAMPUS LIVING | Mid-October

[Despite technically being a nocturnal species, Jonathan has successfully moved over to a 'proper' diurnal cycle of living, for a good number of years since finding himself not only alive, in a sense, but also in a very different body than he frankly expected. There's been a lot of adjusting.

A lot. But those years have paid off, and part of that shows in how easily he's able to fly about the campus without really fumbling around. Of course, a bat's body isn't without physical weakness- which means that just as often as Jonathan flies into the classrooms to sit upon a desk (hello, fellow students,) he's also forcing himself to a stop at the nearest window ledge to catch a breather.

Even if it's an office. Or a dorm room.

He's trying not to look inside, really, he just needs to rest his wings for a bit. Pay no mind to the bat wearing a button-up onsie of some sort.]

CAMPUS...EATING | Mid-October

[A bat's got to eat- and being a fruit bat means that Jonathan gets to deal with a fruit bat's diet. As one can guess from the name, they're frugivorous. So Jonathan gets to be frugivorous. That's been rough.

But, he's over it now! And as such, he's got himself a little box of a table, and some little cubes of mango, and from there that's about as clean as one can ever manage eating when you're a bat and the closest thing to fingers you have is one thumb on each side.

It looks a bit like messily eating corn on the cob, if there was no cob, and the corn was mango, and the entire thing was just viced directly onto one's thumbs.

Cute, though.]

WILDCARD

[Just hit me,]

Comments

UN: GreenDolphin

[strings_theory]

[This sounds like an absolute idiot, she's decided.

And she's completely ignoring most of it until she sees that name.]

Who the fuck are you and why are you lying to everyone about your goddamned name?

[standless]

[?????

jonathan is a very confused bat]

Why ever would you assume I am lying?

Is it because of the 'username'? I was told a 'username' isn't meant to actually be your real name, so I decided to use my nickname from when I was younger... (though it seemed someone had already used it...twice over, before myself?)

Regardless, I assure you, that is indeed my name! Jonathan!

[strings_theory]

The Joestar part, you absolute fucking moron!

That bastard's been dead for centuries as far as I'm aware, so how about you stop fucking around and using the name of someone long goddamned deceased?

Fuck's sakes.

[standless]

Actually, I have only been dead for one century!

I'm quite touched that you would leap so quickly to defend my honor...but believe me when I say, I'm very much myself! It's a rather complicated matter, but the short of it is that my spirit is a bit stuck for the moment...

(I wasn't even conscious for most of those years, so it has been incredibly jarring as I suspect you can imagine)

Campus

[improbablenotimpossible]

[As Jonathan explore, he'd hear Mendelssohn's violin concerto coming out of one of the third floor windows, though it's clear whoever is playing it is deviating, and improvising sections.

Inside is a tall, willowy man with slicked back inky-black hair, closed eyes slowly opening]

[standless]

[On the one hand, he hears absolutely beautiful music- lovely, truly. It reminds him of home, a piece he certainly doesn't hear very often these days.

On the other...one advantage of a bat's nose, lately, is that he can smell the undead before he even sees them. It's rather alarming. He's been told of course that on the campus, there are members of the undead, on their side. This is something he's been adjusting to. It's just...

Seeing the proof, he thinks as he alights on the window ledge, is a whole other thing after being told about it.] ...Hold on...

[....Wait he thinks he recognizes that fellow.] S...

Sherlock..!?

[IT'S BEEN...A WHILE BUT HE'S RATHER SURE THAT'S HIM! also the undead have very long lifespans, what with not actually being alive,]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[His eyes turned to the window, his hearing picking up the soft flutter of something small landing. Then it spoke. It wasn't too odd, after all he had Tobias on his floor.

"Sherlock" - his name, his actual given name, his bow jumps across the strings in start, recreating an unpleasant squeal as his nerves, already shaken by the Wild Hunt took another dive.

It couldn't - it couldn't be, that Bastard is dead, staked by a Texan, has been dead for over a hundred years... wait. No...

That man's voice was so much deeper, he never spoke as a bat... and in fact. His mind raced, realizing it was familiar, just not who he initially thought it was]

What on god's green earth?!

[standless]

Is that really you then..?! [Oh god- he didn't expect to see anyone he knew after what the Speedwagon foundation told him, not after the amount of time they had said passed. At the very least if he encountered anyone at all, well...

He can only imagine how old they would have to be.

How old Sherlock must be, and the bat stares in shock.] I-

[....He can't help but give something of a pained, awkward laugh, truly.] ...I would say it's a long story...but I fear the same can be said for you, can't it? I...

[How does he even start? They were hardly that close even in England, though he did give him an invitation to the wedding. Ultimately the guest list wasn't that expansive- there weren't a lot of people he could truthfully say he knew on pleasant enough terms by that time after all, even going back into his childhood years. But it's someone he knew. Knows, even...it's...]

...I didn't expect to see you here. [nailed it]

Campus!

[buddinghopes]

[Lia's in the process of trying to decorate for Halloween, window open because holy shit, it's amazing to be able to do that again--

... And then there's a bat on the ledge.]

... Oh, goodness.

[Bat??? Out in daylight?????]

[standless]

Oh-

[Oh goodness he's intruded on something!] I do apologize if I've alarmed you- I just need to rest my wings for a moment, if it's alright.

[buddinghopes]

[Sure, okay, another talking animal at this school. This is fine.]

Oh, I was just surprised to see a bat out in the daylight! I was just doing a little decorating, so I don't mind.

[Just casually talking to a bat. Yup.]

Are you a new student at Daybreak?

[standless]

Ah- yes, it is rather odd, but I truthfully feel more comfortable in the sunlight, [he explains.]

I am a new student however, yes- I've missed quite a lot for a few reasons, so I'm in need of some 'catch up' you see.

Campus Living

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Though it was getting a little nippy outside, this far up - Moriarty had opened his window just a bit in his office, letting the colder air in while he was in a rather cozy-looking sweater.

Of course, the little bat landing on the ledge doesn't escape his notice - his threads alerting him to the little creature - and as he turns around, his eyebrows shoot up.]

...A fruit bat? Here?

[Speaking out loud, not expecting it to talk back - but noting the onesie and frowning.]

A pet, or perhaps a familiar...? Hm...Perhaps If I take it slowly...

[He moves his (on wheels) chair carefully and slowly over, as if not to spook the wild animal he thinks Jonathan is, keeping a calm, placid demeanor as he speaks in a friendly manner.]

Come here, won't you? It's warmer inside, at the very least.

[standless]

Phew.... [Jonathan's rest on each ledge tends to come with some light breathing exercises- certainly not enough to release any hamon, given that any good hamon practicioner is breathing properly all the time, but it's a good way to relax and recover some strength-

And then he hears speaking, and realizes he's been spotted.] Oh- [he starts, the sound no doubt easily passed off as an odd squeak. He sits up more properly, but rather than react in any way expected of an animal, the pat taps his claw to his chin.]

Oh dear- while it's a wonderful invitation sir, I should perhaps inform you that I am in no way a pet or a familiar, [he chuckles.]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[...Ah.

Moriarty stares for a moment, before a slight blush suddenly colors his face - which he attempts to hide with a quick cough.]

A-ah, my apologies! You're like young Tobias, then. Still, should you wish it, you're more than invited to come in.

[Regaining back his normal color, he gestures to an empty spot at his desk.]

I meant no insult, of course. Would you like a little tea, perhaps?

[His office is, actually, pretty cozy-looking - but more than that, it's a bit...Victorian in it's sensibilities, though there is an electric kettle and a laptop on his desk.]

[standless]

Tobias?

...Goodness, I didn't think this sort of situation was at all that common... [He's completely misunderstanding the situation.]

It's quite alright- and...it has been some time since I was able to have a good cup of tea, I shall admit, [Jonathan continues, carefully flapping in to rest upon the desk.] Though... ...I should likely ask what is in it, to be safe. I'm not entirely certain what this body can or cannot handle beyond fruits...

UN: ornithology

[hawkwardness]

Are you normally a bat? That's cool. I thought it was just me, I'm a hawk.

[standless]

Oh! In that case, please be sure not to attempt to eat any bats wearing clothing! (Though I'm certain the confusion could be avoided even without such a warning...)

I was actually human to begin with; it's a little bit complicated, but I'm currently stuck with this body for now.

[hawkwardness]

No problem. I stay away from any animals that act the least bit strange. Half of them are pets or familiars.

[...In fact, maybe he should stop hunting anywhere near the school... except then he won't have time before class, if he's having an off day. Hm.]

What kind of bat are you? Why the clothing? Isn't it trickier to fly that way?

un: xx_heartoffire_xx

[stavros]

A bat? I suppose that would stand out, though I assume it's a very long story. What sorts of things do you study? From the name I presume you're a Hunter like myself, though I'll admit that's often a poor assumption...

[standless]

Yes, especially in classrooms I imagine! Hopefully with my clothing, I shall at least avoid being mistaken for a small pest.

Does my name imply a hunting career somehow however?

[stavros]

I apologize, it's just the name of a Hunter clan, I thought. My name is Kokoro Belmont. It's good to meet you, and I should hope nobody causes you trouble.

Campus MANGO

[unlogic]

[A bat wearing a onesie, sitting at a makeshift box-table on a table, stabbing at mango cubes to pick them up and eat them? It's cute, and it's also just a bit funny to watch, but it's also absolutely not questionable in the slightest; Desidera's a girl with red eyes and horns, and she's seen enough in her two months here to easily accept the sight of Bat Student Having Lunch as entirely normal.

While she has her usual (seemingly-excessive) amount and variety of food, she makes sure that when she sits herself at the table, the stuff she has on her tray doesn't wind up spilling out to where it could possibly get in Jonathan's way.]

[standless]

[MANGOES! Are delicious. Red eyes and horns, oddly, do not catch Jonathan's eye. Desidera isn't undead, so the appearance isn't about to draw any more confusion from him than anyone else. To be fair he's been warned about everyone on campus anyway- everyone is therefore, probably safe.

...

Perhaps not safe from a stray mango cube however. It slips out from his wings before he can really jab at it with his thumbs, the bat panicking slightly as it squashes toward the other's food.] Oh-!

Oh dear! [Shoot!]

[unlogic]

[The great thing about cubes is that they don't roll terribly well most of the time, so while it got away from him, it doesn't quite make it all the way to Desi's tray, instead flopping into place a couple inches away. Once it's stopped, she stabs at it with a fork—currently unused, as she just sat down—and holds it over for him to grab at the cube and pull it off.

While he takes that one back, she glances at what he has left at his makeshift table, and wonders if she should try to maybe make things a little easier for him.]

Mmm, hold on just a second, let me try something.

[With the hand that isn't holding the fork, she snaps a finger to spark up a small flame on her thumb, holding it there just long enough for her to take control of a shadow created by its light. The shadow itself moves toward Jonathan's box seemingly on its own, then it pulls out of the table and twists itself into the shape of a little bat-sized spit, with the remaining cubes skewered onto it.

They won't get away from him now. He can eat right off of that, then turn the little handle at the side to rotate them all around when he's done with each side of the cubes.]

Would that help any?