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     HE’S listening to Hancock speak, honest. He just must lean his face closer and closer to Benji’s, wanting to go in for a kiss, only to have a goblin paw push on his mouth in utter disgust cats are so talented at. Teenagers. At least he’s not using claws.

❝ That I have. ❞

He starts, muffled until he takes mercy on Benji and leans away.

❝ Cruel, that you’ve been brought here right as you were getting acclimated in that previous experiment. Not that I have to worry about you bouncing back. Me? Dunno what the hell I’m to do. I had fought so hard for my reputation. ❞

Benji wiggles from his arms to stand on top of his head and the Stand allows it, unphased.

❝ If you’re in search of a dealer, we’ve gotta head to that other Island. Your call, Mr.Mayor. Would you like to fly or take public transport?  ❞

*:・ﾟ☆

“Reputations! Heh, man I’m gonna need to rebuild mine here. They apparently know I’m Mayor back in my own little cozy town.” With that statement, John pulled out that little pin that says Mayor of Goodneighbor across it. He gave his lopsided grin, showing it pointedly towards Star Platinum. “Don’t worry, brother, you’ll get your reputation back. Benji sure has to work his own, he’s already stealing food from everyone else.”

He reached up to poke his feisty teenager of a kitten in  the side which earned him a long stare with the ears pointed back. Annoyance. Being man handled at this age? Poor raw chicken breast of a cat.

“Won’t take me long to get adjusted. That’s just how it is,” John shrugged. “As for anything else, thinkin’ I’m keepin’ my feet on the ground. Benji hasn’t used his claws on me yet but I’m sure he ain’t gonna take kindly to bein’ flown everywhere.”

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@iiisodoped // adonis tavern has proven to be the more interesting hot-spots for nightlife. though liquid has not ever been one to pride himself on bar-fights or inserting himself into the seediest parts of town— seedier is another story— he is a man who enjoys free entertainment. having situated himself into one of the less chaotic corners of the tavern, he’s taken to a whiskey on the rocks and watching a brawl break out between two patrons who can’t decide which one of them is the one who cheated at a round of cards.

liquid had watched the dealer slip the cards in a trick sleight of hand, but the dealer stands on the opposite end of the bar counter now, watching with a bored expression as his players are being shuffled out of the tavern and into the street to settle the matter. the blonde smirks to himself.

“go on, now… cash in their chips now that they’re gone…” simplest scam in the books.

“Why I choose bowlin' over gamblin'. Ain't got the luck and besides,” John stared pointedly at the dealer. He knew of course but that's how White Chapel ran the Third Rail back home. Made him miss owning a bar. All business, so long as no one killed each other unless they absolutely deserved it.

“Game fit for kings,” he chortled, casting a dark gaze at the blond stranger. “You saw it first, your chips now, brother.”

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It seems ordinary. Coruscation of glitter, ornamentation and trimming’s swaying with winter’s breeze, and holiday-theme’d booths as far as eye can see. It feels familiar. Like you’ve had experience among festival life. That can’t be true, though. The island’s are new and foreign where memories are concerned. Whatever the case, it looks entertaining. For a while, you wonder if, maybe, a life could be started here—  however fleeting, you feel comfort. Like a home’s been returned to. Maybe it’s just the holiday season.

November’s latter days finish quietly. Citizen’s snuggling beneath comfortor’s lock, passing excitement, imagining what December may bring. The following morning, despite alarms + cellular devices alerting you to dawn’s beginning, you can’t help but notice how dark it is; if decoration goes uncounted. Others, too, have pointed out sun’s absence. Not only that, the heaven’s are alight with stars, as though you’re seeing Achilia’s true nighttime sky. You are. (Photo reference for oceanic view of sky, sans the sun.) Achilia has four moon’s? That’s a daunting, if not gorgeous, sight. Suddenly, mayor’s voice echoes across the districts.

“ Am I reaching you?  Ooh, I hope everything’s working-  so everyone needn’t hear me in their head, I created a  .  .  .  l-loud speaker?  Is that what they are?  My, Earth has some unique communication methods.  A-Anyway, “  she coughs, not wanting to marvel at conveniences of the modern age too long.

“ I’ll speak forthright : we have turned off Earth’s settings. Until January 1st, with the exception of the electricity in your homes and the decorations around you, our island’s are going dark.  It is alright, though.  We thought it an interesting way of greeting the dawn of a new year, as such, until then, the sun will not rise. “

                  As always, miss mayor, what even are you talking about so casually?!

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@melanconici​

“Hey brother,” John stated immediately started, walking quite literally out of nowhere upon rediscovering Abbacchio. “You find yourself here too? You uh... Wanna find a warm place to hit up a beer with me?” He grinned, reaching down to scoop up his cat. Benji wiggled in his grasp, the naughty teenager the little kitten is not wanting to be held but the ground is getting colder.

“Don’t think you’ve met my little man before!”

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tornhat‌

@iiisodoped || STARTER CALL.

  If not for the fact the guy was being acknowledged by the passing crowd and the cat beside him, Jotaro would have immediately decided he was a Stand. Humanoid but only vaguely, oddly dressed, he fit the bill pretty damn well. But unless literally every single person here was a Stand user, no one would’ve so much as glanced at him. Frankly, he wished that guess had been right. After all, at least he knew about Stands.

  His initial wariness subsided, though, Jotaro was content to let the corpse(?) of a man go right on by him without so much as a second thought… only for the sight of a cigarette to catch the teen’s attention. Jotaro wouldn’t have considered himself an addict, as such– he knew the consequences he had coming for him if he pushed too far. But in an unfamiliar place, so close but so far from home, undoubtedly crawling with DIO’s minions… He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t craved one since he got here. It’d be a temporary relief, at the least, enough to calm him down so he could properly think things through without jumping at his own damn shadow. Then he could find the old man, and get the hell out of here.

  “ Wait. ” It didn’t take him much to slip by the crowd, catching up to the odd stranger fairly quickly before settling back into a casual walk. Hands in his pockets, he tilted his head toward the cigarette to show his point without them– he wasn’t in the mood to gesture. Even if his tone and face showed nothing, the way he fidgeted in his pockets and bit at his lip conveyed hints of underlying exhaustion and nerves. It wasn’t like him, but he’d seen enough shit by now to accept it.

  “ …Where’d you get that? The cigarette. I haven’t been here long enough to know where the hell they’re sold. ”

John wish he could say he doesn’t see many people that tall often but honestly, he’s surrounded by those much taller than him when he’s out here barely tipping over 5′5 with the heels on his ruined boots. He tilted his head to watch this awkward teenager (damn he looked like a man) ask him for a smoke. Who was he to deny it? Cigarettes weren’t hard narcotics he usually knocks back himself, but that’s him, someone well over 30 and by no means a child. Never mind Benji not entirely put off by a huge stranger (after all a friend was  much bigger)

“Your folks lettin’ you smoke?” He inquired, though he knew the answer. Even if it was yes, chances of his entire family showing up here was fairly low. He knew the routine.

“I came here with my pack, brother.” He grinned his lopsided, yellow grin, patting down his pockets until he found another cigarette on his person. A little bent, apocalyptic wasteland didn’t allow for pristine cartons. He’s lucky when he finds them dry.

“I’ll keep you updated when I have to buy more,” John laughed, offering the (slightly) bent cigarette to this very tall stranger. “Name’s in the phone. Mine’s John Hancock, and yours...?”

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@fightforanswers continued from Here!

Ow! His bones! Skin less so, that’s been falling off for the better half of a decade now but that’s besides the point. He let Pathfinder ride through the joy--not really having any choice in the matter but good for the... What was he again? Well he felt bad forgetting that important part of his friend, better not voice it.

“Of course!” John replied, rubbing his arms to ease away the ache but the lopsided grin didn’t leave. “Can’t take my little mans away. He should be...” The ghoul stared downwards, looking at the wide radius until he saw... Yep, there he was, in a flower print sweatshirt made for lanky teenage cats like Benji who, after a brief hesitation at Pathfinder’s theatrics, trotted over confidently.

“It’s colder here of course.”

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@wildberryoras​ continued from Here!

Whoa! That booming voice. Christ on a stick, even Benji who’d been hot on John’s heels moved into automatic back-arched ‘I’m bigger there for scarier’ posture (though without hair, Benji just looks like an ornery pink goblin at best). It’d set his ears ringing for awhile, not unlike a shotgun too close. He still grinned stupidly. This was one fella he’d hate to travel another chem hallucination without.

“Whoa, man! Gimme a sec to get my hearin’ back,” John chortled, patting at Star Platinum’s shoulders with hands far too small compared to the rest of the Stand. “Can’t get rid of ol’ Hancock that easy.”

Real talk though, once he was set down and Benji squirming in his sweater and Star’s big hands, fists perched on his waist as he stared up. He was glad.

“Yeah, glad to see ya here too. Gettin’ a bit of whiplash bein’ yanked from one place to another though. Gonna need to fond the closest place that sells Jet or some shit. Slow everythin’ down.” And then... He tilted his head, thinking on that offer.

“Sure. The little mans and I have been wanderin’ about for a little less than a week now. I think. Don’t be surprised when I say I’ve been quite lost here. Y’know they’ve got two islands?”

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@maskedecho​

He’d been exploring for the most part. Hadn’t really been interested in staying home, he and Benji were on the run throughout at least one island. They were used to sleeping outside, so long as his cat kept warm, everything went alright. But for the most part, he just kept getting lost. Maybe he really should pay attention to a map but as free spirited as John is, he just went wherever.

Where was the fun following roads?

Until he needed to get home.

“You don’t happen to know where uh... Chamomile Apartments are, do ya? Kind of gotten myself lost. New here and all that.”

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@vvinghero​

“Hey brother,” John started, staring at this man’s large set of wings. “Those uh... Those for show? Just lettin’ you know. My little man here has a habit of going after anythin’ with a feather on it.” Said little man, Benji, already staring wide eyed at probably the lowest set of feathers his naked pink paws could get a hold of. As much as his cat will follow him, his little man’s a free spirit. Can’t contain that, but the best he could do is at least warn those in Benji’s sights.

“Just lettin’ you know.”

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hey im sorry for lack of activity on my end work (and being sick while working) has been destroying me. tomorrow is my friday. ill be more active by then.

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“Ground’s cold. Thinkin’ maybe I should put socks on my little man. Problem is, he hates his paws touched but fuck... You know? He ain’t got fur and he ain’t keen on bein’ carried everywhere.”

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@violetueur​

Night time strolling with John followed by his little (not-so) naked cat in a flower print cat-sized sweat shirt. It was getting cold, after all, and with the temperatures dropping quick--especially at night--John had to make sure his little man’s nice and toasty, lacking fur and all. Every stride, Benji had to run to catch up, only to fall behind a moment later.

Cigarette in hand, the ghoul kept an eye on his little friend, making sure he’s near, making sure he didn’t step on him. Teenager months were upon them. He chuckled softly to himself, now looking ahead and within that short and quick time frame he lost his little pink cat.

“Ey! Little brother,” John started, knowing damn well the kitten wasn’t far off. No surprise really, that Benji sauntered up to a stranger with the intent to chase something on her. “You’re not supposed to do that. It’s rude, little man, get your raw rotisserie chicken lookin’ ass over here.” This was said quite affectionately.

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Starter call!!! If you wanna deal with a sentient piece of jerky cosplayin' hit that heart. Capping at... I dunno, 3? 4 maybe. We will see.

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John Hancock // Fallout 4 (do not reblog)

Sentient piece of lovely jerky

Be nice to him and he’ll be nice to you.

Have you met his cat?

If you haven’t met Benji chances are you will.

Short and will go for the ankles

Addict

Classy tricorner hat

Mayor(tm) of goodneighbor

He’s got a nerfgun now he’s gonna get ya!

Super depressed with survivors guilt complex, covers it up with chems and a charming hoodlum personality.

Truly a good dude!

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“Hey uh... The fuck I’m supposed to do with this book?” Ah well it’s a new perch for Benji anyway.

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Hello! I’m no longer affiliated with Isola, I am however affiliated with KNY. You’re welcome to unfollow me if you so wish!

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“Ah shit...” He’s staring at the the city right now. It looks like... Quite literally downtown in the Commonwealth. “Guess we’re back home now, Benji.”