[ it's a pain in the ass for him to get to and around Godsblood, which is why he doesn't visit - true, Greentruth is also a pain in the ass, but it's easier to stay put than travel about when walking's not an option. Unfortunately, staying put is very much not an option this time, either, and so, he's staying in Godsblood for the next few days. A vacation, he says, if any curious locals ask about him.
In reality, it's the opposite. This is all business, and bloody business, too.
He's lucky, for once, that he's in a wheelchair; mostly everyone ignores him as a potential threat, which means he can move about with a little more freedom in the city, especially since the majority of civilians haven't seen him before. (There are certain bars he's not welcome in from his original stay here, but he avoids those.) Most of the time, he's minding his own business. However, very early in the morning, he can be spotted lingering near the outside of the jail building. In one hand, he has a piece of bread, which he's nibbling at like a little bird. His other hand is empty. If one looks closely, however - and one is sensitive to magic and the supernatural - they might see faintly-glowing markings on it, blue and star-shaped.
If any Kenoma he recognizes are around and meet his gaze, he'll give them a terrible stink eye.
On the other hand, if you're a Pleroma, he'll silently beckon you over. ]
What d'you think?
[ and if you're a stranger of unknown alignment... well, he'll give you a flat look that dares you to try something. Punk. What're you lookin' at? ]
II. GRAY (CLOSED)
[ Good news: the Pleroma have done a decent enough job of vaguely mapping out this building that Johnny thinks he might know a near-direct route to the cell they're keeping Vaeka in. Bad news: he has no idea who might be on guard duty in the building, or when.
He leans towards early morning and late-night visits, when he thinks peoples' shifts might be nearing their ends, in the hopes that they'll either be tired or in the process of switching; so far, it's worked out. A Joestar is a Joestar, however; his luck can only take him so far, and soon enough, he's not only running into a Kenoma, but the very last one he wanted to see. (And the room's not close enough to the cell to be useful, to boot.) ]
-- fuck -- [ he hisses under his breath, then his eyes widen. ] -- Gray?!
[ maybe she'd stepped into this little storage room for a breather, or maybe there's something in here she'd come to get, like a stashed lunch. She probably didn't expect to meet Johnny again, and by the looks of things, neither did he. He seems to have suddenly materialized out of thin air, his entire body stretched like spun taffy, unraveling into existence in an instant; if her eyes are keen enough, however, she might spy the tiny round hole behind him, fixed in the wooden border of the floor-level air vent. ]
johnny / pleroma / firebrand
[ it's a pain in the ass for him to get to and around Godsblood, which is why he doesn't visit - true, Greentruth is also a pain in the ass, but it's easier to stay put than travel about when walking's not an option. Unfortunately, staying put is very much not an option this time, either, and so, he's staying in Godsblood for the next few days. A vacation, he says, if any curious locals ask about him.
In reality, it's the opposite. This is all business, and bloody business, too.
He's lucky, for once, that he's in a wheelchair; mostly everyone ignores him as a potential threat, which means he can move about with a little more freedom in the city, especially since the majority of civilians haven't seen him before. (There are certain bars he's not welcome in from his original stay here, but he avoids those.) Most of the time, he's minding his own business. However, very early in the morning, he can be spotted lingering near the outside of the jail building. In one hand, he has a piece of bread, which he's nibbling at like a little bird. His other hand is empty. If one looks closely, however - and one is sensitive to magic and the supernatural - they might see faintly-glowing markings on it, blue and star-shaped.
If any Kenoma he recognizes are around and meet his gaze, he'll give them a terrible stink eye.
On the other hand, if you're a Pleroma, he'll silently beckon you over. ]
What d'you think?
[ and if you're a stranger of unknown alignment... well, he'll give you a flat look that dares you to try something. Punk. What're you lookin' at? ]
II. GRAY (CLOSED)
[ Good news: the Pleroma have done a decent enough job of vaguely mapping out this building that Johnny thinks he might know a near-direct route to the cell they're keeping Vaeka in. Bad news: he has no idea who might be on guard duty in the building, or when.
He leans towards early morning and late-night visits, when he thinks peoples' shifts might be nearing their ends, in the hopes that they'll either be tired or in the process of switching; so far, it's worked out. A Joestar is a Joestar, however; his luck can only take him so far, and soon enough, he's not only running into a Kenoma, but the very last one he wanted to see. (And the room's not close enough to the cell to be useful, to boot.) ]
-- fuck -- [ he hisses under his breath, then his eyes widen. ] -- Gray?!
[ maybe she'd stepped into this little storage room for a breather, or maybe there's something in here she'd come to get, like a stashed lunch. She probably didn't expect to meet Johnny again, and by the looks of things, neither did he. He seems to have suddenly materialized out of thin air, his entire body stretched like spun taffy, unraveling into existence in an instant; if her eyes are keen enough, however, she might spy the tiny round hole behind him, fixed in the wooden border of the floor-level air vent. ]