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[She still hasn't quite gotten the hold of the video feature yet, so text it is. Oh well.]

Hello!

I know that a lot of us showed up recently and everything and I was curious what type of magic or what-not that everyone has? We didn't have magic where I'm from, there were Hamon practitioners but that's... it's a pretty specialized thing and I can say I only knew five people who were able to use it. And there were... other things, but it doesn't matter since they're gone and not coming back anyway!

Oh! Evidently mine is healing??? Or that's what my new friend seems to indicate! It's nice to have a companion immediately, isn't it? Especially if they're pretty special themselves! Or I think so.

I was wondering if anyone was interested in seeing if some place around here would let us use their kitchen for cooking practice? I'd love to learn about different cuisines here as I'm only really familiar with a type of Italian and might as well broaden my horizons here, right?

Thank you!

- Suzi Q. Joestar

[Of course this absolute nerd thinks you have to end your messages with your name. It's like writing a letter, right? Right.]

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[There are several things wrong with the metaphorical picture hidden in this very real 'text' message appearing over the network.

Number one - Joestar.
Number two - Joestar.
Number three - Suzi Q. Joestar.

He doubletakes at the message, shoves the phone into his pocket, and pulls it back out as if making it disappear from his line of sight will refresh the screen to show a different reality.

But there's that excitable ramble he can hear even as he reads the words again and again-a voice that sounds distinctly like Suzi. There's hamon, some users, 'other things', Italian, cooking-it's all her.

It's really her.

And it's like a flood is encroaching on him, suddenly. There's a choice to be made here and none of those options involve ignoring this message. None of them involve trying to avoid the confrontation he knows is close to happening-one he hopes they can dance around, but-

She's always been too good to him-every kind word she spared him in his youth and beyond. Every night they spent they futzing around the island, talking about friends and family and dreams. Every random afternoon they small talked about the mundane-dates and dinner and new wines that showed up on the mainland. All those years spent on the cusp of danger and training for an impending battle that could end with all of them dead.

And he can't believe the turn of luck and fortune that led them down this same odd road.

He isn't sure what to do from here-delicacy has never been his modus operandi and he'd prefer to somehow brute force this problem away, but-

Well.]

[The string of texts he writes comes like rapid fire-as if Suzi's grasp on this world depends on how quickly he can type out a few messages. Which is a problem because his hands feel like they aren't attached to his body and he doesn't get how some of the people here can use their thumbs to quickly type across the screen and-

He's frustrated.

Moreso when he ends up deleting every Are you okay? and What's your familiar? and Are you OK and JOJO? REALLY? which somehow ended up in all caps.

He was fine with that one, honestly.

But none of them get sent. He deletes them fast and-]

[Technology? Is bullshit?

Switching to voice is easier on his fingers, but it may end up being his downfall. It's hard to keep his voice steady and he pretends like this is another exercise, another training regime.

It's just Suzi. An old friend and he's spoken to her a thousand times before. If he pretends like it's no different, then it won't be. If he acts like he didn't meet his end in some random hotel, they don't need to acknowledge it.

This is hardest his two functioning braincells have ever worked and instead of thinking about it anymore, he opts for a-]

I knew you were enamored with the fool, but don't tell me you actually married him?

[#Nailedit.]

[Wait. Wait hold up. She's quiet for the longest moment as she processes this message. That voice. Those words. It can't be, can it? Caesar was supposed to be... She knew that...

This place was giving surprises she didn't know if she could really handle. But it's... nice to hear a familiar voice, even more so when it's his given everything that's happened. But does he know what happened?

She doesn't really know all the semantics around if someone would remember dying or if there's just going towards the light or what? Maybe best to. Work around it.

At least she quickly finds the voice option.]

Caesar? [There it is, there's the confirmation it's her.]

Of course I did? He really means well, you know! [Suzi, it's only been like two weeks and a good chunk of that he was recovering from getting his fucking hand chopped off and basically unable to do jack and shit.]

I find it fascinating how many people here seem so comfortable with freely advertising the "magic" they've been allegedly granted upon their arrival here.

Setting aside for the sake of argument the potential that this entire experience is some sort of elaborate ruse, why is that something you would want others to openly know about you?

???

Because if my magic can help someone, why would I not want to let them know? If someone's hurt and they need help and I can help, why wouldn't I? Just because someone might have gotten hurt for the worst intentions or reasons, it doesn't mean you should just leave them there to bleed, right?

I'm tired of having to sit on the sidelines and let everyone else take care of everything, I want to be able to help if I can!

what kind of italian?

[ shhhh this is important ]

[Mista, why. Though she's pretty sure she knows why this is being asked.]

Noooooorthern?

Then help. Find a hospital or a clinic and volunteer your services.

I don't see the point in brazenly announcing your intentions, as opposed to simply acting on them.

To see if anyone else might have some experience with it or know of where to start with learning it? Like I said, I didn't have any kind of magic or powers or anything before coming here so it's all brand new to me!

Yes, it does rather sound as though you're hoping to have an education handed to you on a silver platter.

I assume that means that, despite being assigned an aptitude for "healing magic", you have no formal training or prior experience in medicine?

oh

[ that's it, that's the answer ]

No? But it's always helpful if you can find a place to start, which is what I was hoping for? I haven't been here long, so it's all new to me.

I do, actually! I had training as a nurse before coming here, I just wasn't entirely sure if that would carry over here since the whole magic and potions stuff. Or if their techniques are way different and advanced from what I know.

We aren't in Italy anymore, so I doubt it matters much anymore.

[She's onto you, jerk.]

yeah just because we aren't in italy anymore doesn't mean we should suffer
i mean i'm sure your cooking is good and everything
but northern doesn't even really compare to neapolitan, you know?

[Congratulations, Mista. She is trying so hard to keep a smile on her face. But insulting her cooking is just pure rude.]

Mm. I certainly wouldn't compare civilized delicate fine cuisine to Neapolitan, no.

[Her cheerful voice proves one thing to him in that moment-she's willing to dance around the subject and he gladly obliges.

It's comfortable. Talking to her feels like wrapping a warm blanket around his body and he easily steps into their normal routine. There could be weeks, months, years between their last meeting and-

It doesn't make a difference right now He can breathe a little easier. It's normal. It's fine.]

Just because he means well doesn't mean you should lower your standards.

[And Caesar would, in fact, argue JoJo has a heart of gold hidden under that atrocious attitude. That part he can't deny. It's every other part of his personality that makes him want to smash his face in.]

You're the only one on the planet that would see enough good in him to accept his proposal.

[It's normalcy and a chance to catch up on things that have or haven't happened, to pretend that the whole incident didn't happen. He's here and alive now, isn't he? That's the important part in this entire scenario and she's more than happy to pretend it never happened.

It won't last long, certainly. But for now, she's willing to run with it.]

Well, he was certainly the first to offer a proposal. And I saw no issue with it. [Is that a pointed jab for fun? It might be a pointed jab for fun. But she really does adore Joseph despite his, well, everything. But they're all moronsexual, so really, is it a surprise?]

Edited 2020-11-15 02:11 (UTC)

so by delicate you mean drowning in cream sauce, right?
someone'd have to be a damn good cook to convince me it's better than that

Oh, my, you have had some bad experiences with it. That's not what I mean, no.

Let me find somewhere where I can have access to a proper kitchen and I'll prove my point~

Of course.

And how much success have you had in finding the answers to your questions, with this method?

I just now asked? But if you mean before, a lot of success!

But that might be because people back home seem to be a lot nicer than some of the people I've encountered here so far.

[She means you, Edgeworth.]

Likely so.

May your efforts prove fruitful, then, Ms. Joestar.

Thank you????

[She's so confused, but it's probably fine. Oh well.]

okay if you can prove it then i'll shut my mouth about it
maybe
i still kind of miss food from home so it's not like it'd be easy

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