[JoJo]

Nightclubs used to be her bread and butter, I mean where else would you expect most allies of a vigilante to come from? The streets? Nope, odds were for every ally or villain of the week, some pretty hefty information about them came from some small big fish in a club. So if it ain't broken why try to check and correct it? Now granted, Josephine was a student, and JoJo still hadn't been seen in Japan. That didn't mean she couldn't start at least getting some information.

This brings us to tonight.

Loud music reverberated through the dance floor. Young (and older) adults walked about and drank and danced. Dressed to impress and in other cases dressed to cosplay a character that they enjoyed from the latest shows and cult movies. Not to mention the lights were set up to bring up all different patterns of lights and strobes to bring out even more from the music. It wasn't that different from what she was used too, but there were definitely some prominent differences. Here she stood, crop top, and baggy jeans that were cut at her knee so her legs could actually breathe. A little bit of color on her cheeks for good measure and some small shoes along with a big ankle bracelet. To top it all off she decided to leave her hair straight down and just let it be all poofy.

So it was only natural after getting ready for the night and being excited for the upcoming event. Of course, she was stuck. Two locals who towered over her and were speaking broken English asking if she liked fast cars. They assumed she had no idea how to speak Japanese and unfortunately, she let one of them buy her a drink so now she was stuck here listening to their attempts. A chorus of 'Uh huh' and 'no way' along with the ever classic 'ahh and wow' left her throat like a drone just waiting for the allotted time to pass before she could say 'Oh hey bathroom bathroom'.

Needless to say, she was counting the seconds while swirling her drink in her hand.

[Nanashi Kishi]

Nanashi Kishi

Japanese Special Assault Team

The gunsmith

JoJo | 555 | notes

Some people come to clubs to dance. To express themselves and let loose someplace with good music and good drinks. Others come for the eye candy while getting sloshed. Maybe even to hook up.

And some show up to get their kicks off of putting horny idiots in their place.

While Josey was struggling with the pair of overly eager locals, Kishi was reclining against the end of the bar, staring into the middle distance as she sipped some drink or another that she'd allowed someone to buy her before making it explicitly clear that buying her a drink was their mistake and she owed them nothing. A slow parade of increasingly brash morons expecting to win her over where the last braggart failed kept wandering past- and leaving faster.

"Not interested."

"Keep walking."

"Ain't in the mood."

"Not a chance, bro."

And, more often than not?

"Pfft. No."

As the night went on, it got boring, though, and she started looking around more actively, noting the pair still staking their claim around the foreign-looking girl with the great tits. Eventually, Kishi stood up and abandoned her drink- sure to be spiked and just as sure not to be drank-and headed in their direction, putting on a brilliant, ditzy smile.

"HIMIKO-CHAAAAAAN~" she crooned as she approached, planting two fingers each on the two caging her in and pushing them aside without regard for the rudeness of it all. "I haven't seen you in FOR-EVARRR! C'mon. Ditch these losers, I hafta powder my nose and I HATE going by myself. PLEAAAASE~?"

Gimme a reason! It don't gotta be a good one.

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[JoJo]

The next gulp of her drink was a loud one and she finished it off. She needed the excuse to shake at least a little bit so that the one local stopped trying to give her a massage. No offense but what was it with some guys who always try to give a random massage? Like, congratulations you have bigger hands than me, that sure as hell doesn't mean you know how to use um. The entirety of her time at ages seventeen and eighteen proved that one as pure truth.

So surprise, surprise she was indeed looking for a way out, and now that she had drunk the drink she was getting ready to go through those golden gates known as the bathroom and hide in a stall for ten minutes. Ya know usual things, that's of course when it happened.

Two fingers pushed the grabby fella to the side and a name that clearly didn't belong to Jo had been called out. Hell, as of right now, and for the next several minutes she'd gladly accept that name until they were long gone. "Sorry, the friend is here, I go now." She spoke in fake broken Japanese dialect not trying to let these two know for a second she was fluent. One tried to put a hand on her shoulder maybe to say goodbye and she stepped to the side and kept moving.

Jo had been saved, by the great great great great great granddaughter of Bonnie Tyler.

<Thank you now just keep walking to the bathrooms> She spoke in perfect English knowing these guys wouldn't catch it and Jo looked up at this newcomer for a second. Only for her to immediately look back down at the floor.

Jo was now facing new problems.

New problem number one, her savior was hot and not in the typical way, in the oh god she knows it and she has one gorgon eye out ready to turn you into stone in its gaze. There were also two problems when she tried to look forward at this taller woman and two more problems when looking at her legs so needless to say the floor of the rave was looking mighty awesome right now.

This woman was dangerous because girls were pretty and this was a pretty girl. So she was sticking to the plan of getting to the stall and hiding for ten minutes.

They weren't kidding when they called this place a circus. Sheesh.

[Nanashi Kishi]

Nanashi Kishi

Japanese Special Assault Team

The gunsmith

JoJo | 555 | notes

Kishi never even gave the two another look beyond idly slapping aside the hand of the one reaching for her quarry's shoulder without so much as a glance. She had what she wanted, and those two could go enjoy their own company now. Or hell, each other's, she didn't care.

She arced an eyebrow at the English, commenting in a comfortable non-regional dialect, "I mean, if you insist~" A half-glance back showed the pair taking a step or two after them, as if considering trying to catch them...

So Kishi idly dropped a hand to rest possessively on Josey's ass right where they could see it.

"They're considering following. Just giving them second thoughts~ keep up the show 'til we're inside~"

A few more steps. A swinging door- and the closure left the pulsing dance music throbbing in the background instead of filling their skulls. One pat to the rear, and Kishi's hand disappeared from Josey's body. "There we go. All better. You're not a half bad actress. You professional? Stage? Or just a killer liar~?" Kishi asked as she checked her makeup in the mirror- all the better to keep an eye on the thoroughly flushed girl without being obvious- unless the girl tried to peek at HER, and found her already smirking back in the mirror.

Gimme a reason! It don't gotta be a good one.

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[JoJo]

Thank goodness, the clearly other non-local woman did speak English. A sigh of relief came from Jo especially watching the woman swat the hand away from one of her captors of the night. She didn't really expect a knight in thigh-highs but hey the annoyed can't be choosers-

A small squeal came from her mouth while the knight spoke saying they were being followed and to play along until they got away. Granted, fair and that did indeed make sense but at the same time. This stranger's hand was currently resting on her butt. The last person who rested their hand on her maximus had two broken fingers and quill's sticking out of their hand.

So needless to say once they finally got through that bathroom door she sorta hopped into the room. Only to soon feel the entire person's warmth disappear from above her, she didn't wanna admit it but the warmth was nice. A hell of a lot better than having two fella's patting her and asking she feels about exotic cars.

Seriously though the hell was that? Did they have like a fast car outside or something?

The question threw Jo off guard and she had to think about it for a moment. The mention of her being a liar made her twitch internally, there was no way in hell this woman knew about her part. There were maybe four people on earth who knew that fact about her and at least two of them were dead.

Jo looked up before talking only to see her smirking at her from the mirror and she immediately looked down again.

"Well, I took classes once when I was younger. Thanks for that my name is Josephine. Friends call me Jo, she/her. What do you go by tall blonde and confident?"

[Nanashi Kishi]

Nanashi Kishi

Japanese Special Assault Team

The gunsmith

JoJo | 555 | notes

Josey's reply left Kishi considering the girl more critically as she had to think about her answer. That wasn't nearly as important a moment later, though, as her reply was absolutely perfect. She smirked wickedly back at Joho as she turned to stare her down. "I'll go by whatever it takes to get some proper gratitude from you later~"

She turned back to the mirror, continuing. "And yes. I heard you say thanks~ but I said what I said. As for what I actually call myself," she stated, turning with a twirl, and leaning back delicately against the sink. "You can call me Kishi, Jo. At least for now~"

She let that trail off, bait for the question. For now? Why just for now? She'd have to ask if she wanted THAT answer~

Gimme a reason! It don't gotta be a good one.

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[JoJo]

Jo blinked and felt for a moment that the danger of this night wasn't gone yet and instead had simply been passed to another more capable.

Much more capable.

"Pro-proper gratitude? I mean if ya want I can throw five bucks ya way or like get you one of those nicer drinks. I'm not usually a club girl (she lied) so maybe I should get back to my place and outta your hair which looks great by the way."

She was rambling, the pretty ones always made her ramble, but then again there hasn't been a pretty one since New York so this was definitely an unexpected turn of the night.

"Kishi, I like it cute, I mean kinda confusing you said for now. I mean is that your internet name? It's cool if it is I'm sure everyone has a reason for their aliases nowadays. Be it because of job or just privacy ya know, I mean I won't prod you unless you wan... that sounded weird. I meant gosh your eye is red and what did you mean by that whole name thing."

She wasn't even able to process her own thoughts before she got smacked in the face by the door by a group of girls walking into the room.

[Nanashi Kishi]

Nanashi Kishi

Japanese Special Assault Team

The gunsmith

JoJo | 555 | notes

The immediate fluster in Jojo's reply was exactly the sort of off-balance engagement Kishi was looking to impart on the other girl. Grinning as she turned around to fix her with a smirk, she started back towards her as she stammered and stuttered her way through her compliments and responses and attempted excuses. "Internet name~? No, no-" She said as she came closer, grinning wide. "I mean you'll be calling me something else later~"

The blonde leaned to the side as the door flung open and whacked Jo in the face, using the excuse to take her by the chin and push her back against the wall, outside of the arc of the door. "Oh, poor thing, let me take a look..." she crooned, completely dominating the girl's space, making the presence of the prattling cluster irrelevant, unimportant, for the way she imposed herself.

"I want to see how bad it is~"

Gimme a reason! It don't gotta be a good one.

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[JoJo]

The smack of the door didn't hurt, only stunned, usually, she'd slide outta the way or grab the door and send it back. Unfortunately, due to her current situation, neither of those would be the case and instead she fell to her butt for a moment.

"No really, it's fine, I get smacked by hard things all the time."

Phrasing was everything and unfortunately, it wasn't correct in this moment of 'peril' or at least one could call this peril. If one inspected the injury they'd notice it was barely red, it was as if small tiny hair atop her head had popped up for a moment. Only to disappear right after the contact had been made and it was as if it was never even there.

This clearly was a situation, even now being inspected, this was no longer her space this was Kishi's space. It was possible now that maybe Kishi knew who she actually was and this wasn't simply a random moment at the circus. However, instead of turning this place into a battlefield, she had to keep relatively close to the word calm and figure out a way to keep somehow not getting found out.

"I appreciate you looking, a lot, but ya know it isn't needed honest. Well uh, call you something else, I mean sure Id have no problem calling you something else if that's what ya wish. Dont, mean to use a name people wouldn't want. Not that Kishi isn't a good name it is a good name I mean I like Jo and wouldn't wanna be Kishi but Kishi like ya know if someone randomly called me it, it'd be weird but I wouldn't like be offended."

Smooth.