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The ruins were...strange. For some reason, Jolyne felt certain that there was something different about them. The lack of flowers, for example. they were omnipresent everywhere else in the Garden, but here? No sign of them.
But what really seemed strange to her was that, whenever she tried to investigate them, the Vine stopped her from descending down any of the staircases. It didn't do that anywhere else. Jolyne could feel it in her gut: there was something different about this place. And she wanted to find out what it was.
A loud cry of "ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA" echoed through the ruins as she tried once again to batter her way through with her Stand. Just as it had all the other times she'd tried it, the barricade stood firm, even against blows that could break through a brick wall. She gave up and stood back, sweating lightly. She couldn't beat her way in, and the Vine was too tightly wound for even her strings to penetrate. She would have to think of something else.
But what really seemed strange to her was that, whenever she tried to investigate them, the Vine stopped her from descending down any of the staircases. It didn't do that anywhere else. Jolyne could feel it in her gut: there was something different about this place. And she wanted to find out what it was.
A loud cry of "ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA" echoed through the ruins as she tried once again to batter her way through with her Stand. Just as it had all the other times she'd tried it, the barricade stood firm, even against blows that could break through a brick wall. She gave up and stood back, sweating lightly. She couldn't beat her way in, and the Vine was too tightly wound for even her strings to penetrate. She would have to think of something else.