Sing me a song, oh Joseph, Joseph...

I have something for you, Jojo. It should be out of the oven soon, so get it while it's warm.

Father Abel, I have some for you also, if you don't paying the toll-fee.

[They're not quite Christmas cookies, but she did manage to bake some scones. Beware of mistletoe on the way to get some!]

[The communicator is propped up at an odd angle, catching Lisa in profile. She seems to be tracing circles on a bit of broken glass with her once-manicured fingernails, talking as she works.]

I know my friend has already made an inquiry on 6's behalf, but it's better to be safe than sorry. I'm doing what I can for him, but if anyone is able to offer ( Read more... )

Madre di--! [static] I'm not late! I can't be-- [more static] You're early! Shock me again and I swear to-- [zzzzzzzzzzzzzzap!]

*she stands defiantly before a snow-fort in an undisclosed location, scarves rippling around her, face flushed with excitement as well as the cold*

Joseph Joestar! Caesar Zeppeli! I dare you to defeat me in a battle of wit and strategy. Bring reinforcements and I'll take you all on single-handedly! You and anyone else who thinks they can locate my ( Read more... )

-silk swirls across the screen, sweeping it clear of ash, and rippling as though caught in a breeze. the dark-haired woman holds the device at arms length; glimpses of her blue eyes and rosy lips can be seen through the perpetual motion of her animated scarves, and the ash is repelled from her figure as if by a force-field-

I hope you boys are ready ( Read more... )