#█ ▌ 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙣’𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘̧𝙖𝙞𝙨. / polnareff.

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what does your heart look like ?

polnareff's heart is ... a bird trying to get loose.

Your heart can never hold still. It pounds against your chest frantically, always turning your sights to one thing after the next. When was the last time you were certain? The last time your life was stable? Maybe this is how you prefer things. On the move constantly, not tied down to one person or place. You chase one goal after the next. Can you ever really feel complete without a place to land? Shouldn’t you build yourself a nest?

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JOSEPH COULDN'T muster up the courage to step up to loved one - finding himself being berated by younger woman that he considered another daughter he tried to keep out of harms way. still ... some points were justifiable , scratching the back of head out of anxious tick. the past few years have been spent focused - well , elsewhere ... this meetup was overdue , though , and joseph can't help but crack a nervous smile. ' i know i know , little bibi ! i've been rather busy ---- -- in case you haven't noticed. ' hand gestured to the other men beside them - with most still a bit uneased by sudden change in plans. ALL FOR one , however - polnareff couldn't help but practically gawk at their new addition , stepping up before the baroness and taking the free hand that sat upon her side. there's confidence in how he moves , bowing in her favor as legs crossed briefly. ' it's a pleasure to meet you , chère baroness zeppeli. i'm jean pierre polnareff , and i'm here at your service. ' HE WAS gentle as lips met the back of the woman's soft hand , standing up tall once again as the male offered baroness a wink. the gesture made the men roll their eyes in unison - with the foremost one chiming in as jewelry clattered upon his chest. ' please excuse him , baroness. he doesn't represent who we are as a group. i'm muhammed avdol , and these are our associates who will be working with us ---- -- jotaro kujo and noraki kakyoin. though , i'm sure you have met jotaro at least once before , if i'm not mistaken. '

“Zio Jojo!” Despite the importance of this first meeting, as the pilots started to unload the supplies, including one backpack that was hers, she went to give the eldest of the group a warm hug, arms going around his middle; even with her heeled boots, the top of her head just reached the middle of his broad chest. There was the faintest of the Italian accent in her voice. “You naughty man, it’s been a decade since Nonno and I have seen you and Zia Suzi; don't you dare tell me Christmas cards and phone calls on my birthday count!”

There was evident affection in her voice, as though she had known Joseph Joestar all her life- and she had, having grown up on the heroic tale of how he and Zio Caesar defeated the Pillar Men so many years before; in her mind, despite her age, he was a hero. The pilots finished their tasks and turned their attention to the group's apparent leader, the eldest. This had her attention shifting to the rest of the group, who were looking at her as though they'd never seen a woman before. Finally, the helicopter departed, so they were able to talk.

Her right hand lifted, palm over her heart; on her ring finger, what looked like a lion-headed door knocker, just ring-sized. Her left hand remained at her side as she inclined her head respectfully. "Buongiorno, I am Baroness Bianca Zeppeli. My grandfather, Dario Zeppeli, sends his regards- I am here in his stead."

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pets polnareff's little turtle head. :)

bites his hand. no touchy.

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@fiiorire asked ! : alright girl, question of all time: describe what your boys' stands feel like (texture/temperature)

yeaaAAAHHH I WOULD LOVE TO INDULGE ABOUT THEIR STANDS !!! ohhhh i know this is going to be a long one ... but i'm beyond excited to share my thoughts on them !! hehe i have been waiting for this i will start with a personal favorite, okuyasu's the hand !

the hand is surprisingly quite hot to the touch! in essence because of his hot - headed personality, so maybe don't touch him for long without risking a sting! and definitely smooth, metallic to the touch- so it's practically radiating heat like a personal heater! with it practically being a type of armor, very resilient and not easily affected by much!

next is polnareff's silver chariot, as well as silver chariot requiem !

silver chariot is rather cold and harsh- almost icy. though, underneath the armor is a rather fleshy and warm interior. while okuyasu's stand armor is meant to represent his harsh exterior, polnareff's is quite the opposite, dawning the armor as a way to protect himself and excel in battle to protect his loved ones. plus- it is very flashy, something he is very well known for.

for silver chariot requiem, i'd say it is hot- and i'm not talking a hot summer day, i'm saying it's as hot as molten metal- with silver chariot seemingly melting down and turning into a manifestation of his grief, anger, and determination. definitely signifying his burning desire to finally get rid of the arrow once and for all, as well representing all the years worth of pain and anger he had endured up to this point. this post is getting long ... so under a read more post she goes

anyways, next is avdol's magician's red !

despite being a yielder of flames, magician's red isn't as hot as one would expect. it has slightly warmer body temperature, only really raising in temperature when flames are in use. and it is very soft to the touch- with body being covered in small feathers that line his skin. particularly has lots of pin feathers that wrap around his neck, collarbones, and shoulders- making it extra soft to the touch! i feel like getting a hug from him would be very soothing. :)))) now we have mista's sex pistols !

these little guys are quite warm, and honestly- they'd feel like little bugs within your hand if you hold them! with their actual texture being akin to cotton, soft and inviting. it's hard to actually touch them, especially since they don't like being touched by anyone but mista and occasionally giorno, it seems. give 'em enough food though and they'll gladly cozy up to you! up next is weather report's weather report as well as heavy weather !

for this particular section, i'll be using weather's birth name- domenico, just to make it more clear, as to avoid mix ups. weather report's temperature can change at will, but it usually airs on the side of cool- almost always emitting a soft mist around itself like a morning dew. plus, it is quite soft. it has an almost plush like exterior as it is constantly releasing mist, with hands often being cold and rock hard to the touch, especially it's brass knuckles imitation. it is, though, a quite caring and preservative stand, showing great care and interest in domenico's safety whenever livelihood is put on the line. and while heavy weather doesn't have a stand form, it is still a strong subconscious manifestation of what domenico has become and the troubling turmoil festering inside him. with no real outlet to express it, the only way to release it is through heavy weather and affecting those around him from personal unresolved traumas and personal hatred. when active, it'll become hot and practically envelope everyone with heat waves, further causing mass hysteria amongst the snails and rainbows. the embodiment of like a kettle boiling over- affecting anyone that happens to be within it's range. finally ... we have joseph's hermit purple !

kind of weird to describe hermit purple but ... it is still technically a stand- and i'm quite fond of it. so i'm writing about it. it's surprisingly warm with a herbaceous texture- as if it's a living plant! and it's spike aren't as sharp as one might think- though still blunt enough to pierce skin with enough given force. plus, it's versatility makes it perfect to reach things across the room without even having to get up!

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@emeraldxsplash asked ! : ❛ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ❜ To Polnareff. 𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 / not accepting !

PERHAPS THOUGHTS started to get the better of polnareff - a sudden distraught feeling seizing up within chest as thoughts started to spiral. it almost felt moronic to start having doubts so far into their journey , but it was inevitable as they got closer to the end. fingers fidgeted with the plastic that lined cigarette case as a means to try and concentrate his thoughts elsewhere - until a certain redhead peered in , snapping the man back to reality. even jolting a bit from how deep in thought he had become. ' oh , i ... i've just been thinking. don't know how to describe what it , though. ' OR RATHER , the idea of confiding in someone younger felt a bit off - putting , not because he doesn't trust kakyoin - but more so that fact he didn't want to weigh personal burdens onto the young mans shoulder. though , the redhead's inherent trustful nature made it easy for the loud mouth to want to express inner turmoil. fingers slipped into case and pulled out a cigarette , lighting it within the confines of their shared room.

' aren't you ... i don't know ---- -- worried at all ? i find myself wondering if we'll get through this. we've already almost died more than a handful of times because of dio's henchmen , what if ... what if we're ill - prepared to take him on ? i don't mean to be so dreadful but ... i find myself constantly thinking about it. it's getting hard to not think about it the closer we get. ' A LONG drag was taken into lungs , holding smoke for a moment before burning through throat and pass lips - the only source of relief for him. still , other hand kept fidgeting with the plastic on cardboard casing.

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A PAINED groan left his chest, struggling to find proper footing after being assaulted by the teen so early in the morning. he cleared airway before straightening posture, giving a rather irked look back through the mirror. the other always seemed to go out of his way to make a point with him - even something mundane such as merely brushing one's teeth. ' come on, kak ! it's too early to be arguing over this. just let me squeeze by just a bit so i can see ! ' EYES TRIED peering over the redhead, trying to catch a glimpse of his reflection despite the little wiggle room - but to no avail. probably shouldn't hover over the other too much , anyways ...

starter call + @etcnnante // Polnareff

                「 — Do you mind?? 」

        HIS MOVEMENTS WERE SWIFT AND IMMEDIATE, punishing Polnareff for trying to steal the mirror from him by elbowing him in the gut. As they were travelling through vast open areas with no places to stay, they already didn't have a lot of belongings with them, usually being either abandoned or broken by whatever new stand user was after them, but this morning was different. This morning, Noriaki was dead set on brushing his teeth properly using visual aid from the mirror, and there was a clear rule about it too. That they would take turns using it, and he just happened to be the early bird to catch the worm that morning.

        「 You know how this works Polnareff —— you're just going to have to wait for me to be done. 」

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❝ – hey, don't embarrass me out there. ❞ ( Charlie at Polnareff, eyes of heaven; DUO INTRO )

A SOFT chuckle follows after the fellow woman's remark , stepping before her in both a way to offer more protection - but also to SHOW OFF and unabashedly become the focal point. ' hmph. embaress YOU ? i should be telling YOU that ---- -- short round ... now , let me get in the first punch ...! '

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🐣 one for polnareff

Send "🐣" to meet my muse as a child. / accepting !

AGAIN ? SERIOUSLY ? polnareff can't help but feel a bit ... ashamed , for this to have happened for a second instance. hands subtly touch at legs , realizing that he had reverted back full to when he was a kid. it's the only reprieve during this ... rather annoying situation to find himself in. again. HE SEEKS out someone , anyone within passione that could offer help. to his luck , giorno was still working at desk. the boss hadn't even noticed him waltz in due to his stature , only getting his attention once he tugged at pants. ' g ... giorno ... i - i think there's a stand user nearby. a - and i need your help ! wh - what ... wh - what do we do ? '

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🐣 ( charlie @ polnareff, grumpy lioness actually has a soft spot for kids )

Send "🐣" to meet my muse as a child. / accepting !

' ch - ch ... cwarlie ! ' THE LISP made worse by front teeth was obvious - and he can't help but feel even more emasculated by such a situation ... especially since the woman already regarded him with a little respect , now only made worse given his circumstances. but , frail hand grasped onto pant , opting to give a slight tug as he stared up with wide eyes. ' i ... i - i don't know what happened ... but , i'm small now ! '

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@ polnareff

clear or cloudy skies? spicy or sweet foods?

send  me  this  or  that  questions  for  my  muse.  / accepting !

' clear skies. so i can see all the beautiful faces that past by me. and , sweet foods ---- -- no doubt. nothing can satisfy one's appetite quite like a sweet french pastry. perhaps we should share one , sometime. '

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@emeraldxsplash asked ! : ❛ you should’ve thought about that before you got into a fight. ❜ To Polnareff. 𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 / not accepting !

' it's hardly a fight if you keep kicking my ass ! '

A HEARTY HUFF expels from his chest , long exhale leaving lips as wiped away prominent sweat from browbone with wristband. how could i be bested by a kid ?! incroyable ! the white hair man let an annoyed 'tch' leave from gritted teeth , thoughts still preoccupied by previous defeat. despite wavering physical strength - he didn't hesitate to resummon iconic silver stand , determined to best his dear friend. ' i refuse to stop on a loss ! no way will i accept defeat by someone younger than me ! '

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@fiiorire asked ! : slaps the cigarette outta polnareff's hand

THE SUDDEN strike against his hand left the male STUNNED , even feeling the slap graze his cheek as eyes stared at the now damp cigarette that laid on the wet ground. i could of finished that ...! eyebrow furled as large frame loomed over the younger male , irked expression on his visage. ' WHAT the hell was that for ?! i wasn't finished with that ! ' HE DIDN'T hesitate to immediately pull out another one , immediately lighting it despite the others obvious disdain. even purposefully leaning in to further prove a point to the other.

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█ ▌ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 ! / @lastwhale. __________________________________ HESITATION MADE the man subconsciously anxious - trying to remain calm despite the all too familiar sensation of being followed that plagued him … eyes occasionally catching a glance of a looming figure that seemed to be trailing them - though none of the others had yet to notice. were they being followed - or could he had been overthinking it …? POLNAREFF STOPPED - immediately hearing the soft sound of footsteps behind him follow suit. it was true ! they were being followed - and only he had picked up on it … how could no one else picked up on it ? eyes watched as the other continued on ahead , stifling a nervous look before turning around to find the accused - preemptively summoning silver chariot as a defensive measure. ' i know you've been following us …! you've been following us ever since we got to egypt - you're not with him are you ?! '

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MAYBE IT was from their already long and arduous journey , or the fact they had to spend more downtime waiting for their new arrival - but the men started to show their restless nature. while they all handled their antsy feelings personally - polnareff felt himself particularly becoming agitated by the grating wait. the young adult kept himself occupied by bothering senior - questions endlessly flowing from mouth and falling upon deaf ears. such antics aren't unheard of , and even usually encouraged - but today ... joseph was eager to meet their new arrival , the long awaited meeting of another zeppeli to join their venture. THE SOUND of fluttering propellers drowned out any noise that came from polnareff's mouth , men gathering just out of helicopters reach as they stood witness to the hanger door slide open. the plume of dust and debris obscured shared vision - the first figure coming into view was that of the small dog. ' i thought we were meeting a person , not a dog , mr. joestar. ' a scoff left polnareff's lips . watching how the animal already showed a disdain towards the grey haired fellow. browline furrowed as he made a rather stern look back at the dog. ' we're not meeting just a dog , we're meeting an old friend. ' elder eyed down the other briefly before focusing gaze back onto helicopter , almost stricken by the sound of heels clicking onto stone ground as female form shown through cloud of dust. ' m - mr. joestar ... you said we were meeting a man , is this not who we are suppose to be meeting ...? ' avdol peered through the debris that blurred vision , expression of distrust and concern taking over usually calm and collected composure. polnareff chimed in , seemingly testing everyone's patience. ' w - wait , she's not who we're suppose to meet ?! well ... i guess a woman is better than another man joining. ' THE SILENCE joseph expressed was deafening as they waited with for the obstruction to pass , watching helicopter disappear from view as drudged up dirt finally settled. the elder could feel all eyes pierce the back of his neck as they waited for an answer about the woman's identity. ' no , she's not who we were suppose to meet. but ... no doubt you can trust her , she's a zeppeli , after all. ' it would of been nice to have been given any sort of heads up , but was nonetheless contently surprised to see a familiar face. the eldest of the group waltz up to the woman , arm splayed wide as he offered hearty hug. ' bianca ... it's been awhile since i last saw you. you've grown to be quite the young woman ! it's always good to see another zeppeli after all this time. '

The ride was a long and bumpy one. Iggy had made his bed on her lap and as she absently stroked one of his ears, she stared out through the glass into the distance at the endless sea of sand. It was supposed to be her grandfather here, in this seat. The Old Lion of Naples, a long-time friend of Joseph Joestar- Dario Zeppeli. But given their family's history... Bianca absolutely refused to let him undertake this task.

A Zeppeli would always lay their life down for a Joestar.

Great-great grandfather Will did it. Great Uncle Caesar. She would not let Dario be the next Zeppeli to do so. Not when she was young, powerful, and more than capable of taking his place. Of course, he protested- and it wasn't only him but other members of the famiglia as well, and she had to admit, their arguments were sound: she'd only taken over the family a year before- it was time, now, to make her name, to take the respect from the other Dons that she had every right to.

There were more important things.

Making the Joestars pay.

To deliver Joseph Joestar's body on a silver platter.

She groaned, fingers pressing against her temple as her brows furrowed. No, that was- her head was killing her. The headaches were getting more frequent in the last few months. Making her think strange things. See strange things. Then again, that wasn't exactly new- she'd had strange visions all her life.

"Baroness Zeppeli, are you okay?" One of the pilots must have noticed her grimace and heard her small sound of discomfort. Even Iggy, as indifferent as he normally was, was peering up at her.

"I'm fine, sorry. Just a bit of a headache is all." She responded to the headset.

The man nodded. "We're beginning our descent, Baroness. Are you sure about this? We can still take you back--" "No. This is something I have to do."

Both men sighed- they'd promised Dario they'd try to deter her, but that was the sixth rebuff. There was clearly no changing her mind. Bianca peered out the window again, frowning- there were ruins nearby, and she could have sworn... no. There was no one on the desolate stones- it must have been a trick of the light. Instead, she turned her attention to the group of men on the ground- five of them, looking small but growing bigger as the helicopter descended.

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