Equestria
- Wastelands -
Jotaro Kujo stared out to the frozen-still filly. Face unhinged and hat tipped to his left side.
Scootaloo, the filly mentioned, glanced back at the Earth Pony's face, eyes still, pupils at a small size, and jaw refusing to connect, indicating a seblance of awe and utter bafflement just oozing out from her very expression. The ghastly silence endured for quite sometime...
Until its very fabric was shaken and eventually shattered when the filly's expression quickly morphed from that of awed silence to a boisterous array of excitement. She exclaimed,
"That... IS THE COOLEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN!!"
Scootaloo burst forth with all enthusiasm, fluttering about her environment with her tiny little wings. These wings however, were far too small to give their user a lift though. She bounced up and about, eyes joyly closed and lips in a blissful grin, never even giving a second thought about her inability to fly as she continued yelling about excitedly about what she saw moments earlier. Then with a surprisingly rapid burst of speed, she ran towards Jotaro, carrying with her a huge, wide smile that startled him a bit, and she went on,
"Sweet Celestia! I've never seen anypony smash through these rocks this fast! You were able to like, drill through that wall without breaking a sweat! How are you even doing that?! You gotta tell me how you did it! You gotta!"
Jotaro's face lapsed to that of irritation, having had his experiences with cheeky little children who played around with him in his past ages. Opening his narrowed eyes and fixing his composure by silencing his grumbling, he answered with a gruff tone,
"You wanna know how I smashed my way into those rocks and made it to the end without a drop of my sweat?"
"Oh yes, please! I wanna hear everything from you! Pretty please?"
And Scootaloo's grew even wider and more shinier than ever, her face transforming to that of a curious little child begging for answers. Exactly what she's doing right now.
As for the big pony, Jotaro scowled at looking at such an expression made for just for the purpose of breaking him into complying to her pleas. He knew he can't quite tolerate people giving him the puppy dog eyes just to get him to comply to their wishes. He scoffed at that.
And he answered, "If you wanna hear the whole story. The first thing you're gonna do is shut up and behave, or else I'll rebuke the tale from you. Besides it's getting dark, so I'll scroll up first thing in the light. No noises, no bouncy behaviour, and none of that stupid face you make."
"OK, Pinkie Promise!", Scootaloo answered blithely.
"You mean Pinkie Swear?", Jotaro notified, having heard of such a thing back in his home world, as cumbersome as it is.
"You know how to do a Pinkie Promise?", the filly asked, becoming a bit surprised as to how a stranger like the Earth Pony knew of a concept of "Pinkie Swears", or in her case, "Pinkie Promises".
"Yeah, nothing but annoying bunch of nonsensical gestures you keep till the end. If you ask me, nobody ever keeps their promises.", Jotaro coldly chided, clearly expressing the nonsensical nature of using such promises. But still, he wouldn't stay and chat with the talking pony till their bodies rot into bone. He finished speaking up by telling,
"And are we gonna stand here and chat ourselves till our bones break? Or are we up to that place you're telling me about?"
"Oh, sorry.", Scootaloo replied apologetically.
"Yare yare daze."
Many hours have passed. Night has slipped into the light of dawn. The sun once more bathed everything in its golden, glorious radiance and heat. And that same light flushed over into the wide, stretches of the unknown all the way to the horizon.
Jotaro Kujo and Scootaloo were now traversing in the middle of a vast verisimilitude of the rocky fields. This is the very same place that the filly had explained to the Earth Pony during her recalling of how she got lost in a trip with friends. It was barren, dark, but a varying landscape. But nevertheless still lifeless... not a single civilization marked spotted on a location or two in the insurmountably massive land area, not even as distant as far as the eye can see. The sun steadily shone and its light and intense heat consuming every surrounding moud of dirt, boulder and sand dune, practically almost no cloud to shield the empty landscape from being scorched to its current state.
After spending the entire evening cozily wrapped up in slumber amongst each other, Jotaro not minding the child sleeping in his jacket that he took off, they set off into the baking, searing barren. And they've treaded both dust, sand and rocks for hours. Winds carrying particles plowed past his face, him using his hat to shield his eyes from the tiny grains carried off by the gusty wasteland, and his clothes flapping fiercely as the unforgiving winds of the scorching, empty wilderness kept lashing at him like a whip. Scootaloo hid in his jacket, sheltering herself from both wind, dust and heat all the same.
And a few minutes later, when the course eventually faded to a calm, the winds becoming weaker and the sun still bright as ever, Jotaro began telling the filly his bizarre story... his unbelievable set of adventures that he endured througout his early days, from its beginning to a very astonishing end. As far as he could remember the whole tale, Jotaro's memories are sharp enough, that he never missed out all details, even those that could be otherwise be dismissed as utter damn rot. The only details he would leave out would be the parts that are quite too disturbing for even a child like Scootaloo to even stomach.
He began his tale.
It all started when Jotaro landed in a jail cell because he committed a series of petty crimes outside the streets. He explained that he refused to leave due to initially believing that he is possessed by an "evil spirit", despite his mother's protests. He did not leave out the fact that he actually spat out insults at his own mother's face, much to the little filly's terror-stricken expression. But Jotaro explained that his mother knew of his person inside his otherwise gruff, aloof facade, that no matter how much he openly insults her, defames her or even possibly hurt her, it wouldn't budge her one bit, because she knew who he is inside his heart. She knew who Jotaro Kujo really is.
Continuing, Jotaro mentioned that he was eventually forcibly broken off his cell by his grandfather, Joseph Joestar. Before Scootaloo could further question, Jotaro explained everything about his grandfather's motives and why they had to free him. Firstly, he further elaborated that though he is named "Jotaro Kujo", he belongs to a family of former high-class family spanning generations called the Joestars. He explained that the Joestars were just about every ordinary family among families, until they've linked themselves to the domain of the supernatural and unbelievable escapades when Jotaro's ancestor, Jonathan Joestar, went on a quest to find and defeat the evil vampire known as Dio Brando, who resurfaced 100 years later as "DIO". This was all that Jotaro had knew based on stories from some people close to him and the Joestars.
Cutting right to the main point, Jotaro further told that after being freed from his cell by his grandfather, with the help of a close associate of his, Mohammed Avdol, he explained to him that the evil spirits that he thought had possessed him are not actually "evil spirits"... they are psychic manifestations of one's soul, mind and willpower; Stands.
To make his explanation a bit more coherent for a pony Scootaloo's age, Jotaro deemed the Stands to her as "fighting ghosts", and that they posses a variety of awesome abilities depending on anyone possessing it. He answered to Scootaloo's question that the reason he managed to break through the rock obstacle is because of his own "fighting ghost", he calls Star Platinum, whose incredible speed, strength and sharp accuracy enabled him to plow through without even a particle blinding his eye. It caused Scootaloo to resound with awe at such impossible feats. He also explained that fighting ghosts, Stands specifically, cannot be seen by non-Stand users, and only a Stand can harm another Stand, and that any damage taken to the Stand is redirected to the user's body. Jotaro explained that with simplicity, enough for the filly to absorb in her mind.
He explained all the endeavors himself, his grandfather, and friends Noriaki Kakyoin, whom he freed from DIO's control, Jean-Pierre Polnareff, also freed from control, a dog named Iggy and Avdol as they face a huge assortment of troubles, each far more dangerous than the last. From his first plane crash after fighting the assassin possessing Tower of Grey, to defeating the likes of others like Dark Blue Moon, Forever the Orangutan, Steely Dan, Wheel of Fortune, Death 13, High Priestess and many more impeding assassins sent by the vampire to dispatch him and his group.
And he finally enthralled the pony with his grandest, most dangerous and most difficult encouter that had ever occurred in his whole life. His fight with the very monster behind all their troubles, and the cause of his mother's illness...
DIO.
Scootaloo felt like she was hanging at the back of her seat, silence serving as her only reaction as Jotaro kept on continuing his tale of how he faced the immortal blood-sucking villain. Using a "fighting ghost" that can stop time for seconds, it placed Jotaro in a rough corner. But in the end... he was able to make it on top; Jotaro was able to deal the finishing blow on DIO, put an end to his years-long tyranny on the Joestar family, avenge his ancestor, and finally cure his mother, Holly, of her illness.
With the filly as his only audience, Jotaro could see that the pony's expression seemingly lost in wonder and amazement with each rising tension till the very climax, unable to process this much of how incredibly exciting, yet horrible all the same, the tale was told from the perspective of person who underwent all such experiences. Her jaw refused to move to breathe out some words, her eyes refusing to shift, stuck completely in his direction. However, some parts of this very story also left her in a brief pang of sadness and pity, as Jotaro had to lose some of his friends, having committed heroic sacrifices to ensure the Joestars would claim victory and save the world from DIO's evil. The filly offered some condolences for her companion, but Jotaro simply shifted himself away, briefly lost in the bowels of his mind and breathing, ruminating about his losses, almost pondering about it persistently like a sickness, before he eventually returned to reality and told that the rest was history after that fateful day.
As the two individuals still treaded across sand, rock and some bones in the stretch of the wilderness, the sun's blazing rays washing over them, constantly scorching them till they dehydrate, Jotaro had just finished telling the filly his tale. Though he was not really fond of telling stories in a decent audience, his aloof and seemingly indifferent facade keeping himself most of his time from people new to him, preferring to keep his personal experiences for himself and the fact that people will just dismiss his story as nothing more than a fairy tale, and he didn't want to divert a load of attention on him.
Before any form of windy silence had rule over the air for a time, it was Scootaloo that prevented it all by beginning to converse to the stallion, something to do with nicknames.
"And Rainbow Dash, being my big sister and all, she often calls me Scoots or Squirt. And I liked it. She's really good at giving nicknames!"
But... do you have a nickname?"
Jotaro's gaze shifted to the little filly's, seemingly not even an inch of care left in him to even answer such a banal question. But he instantly broke through his personal shell and then he responded,
"Yeah. Back in my days crusading to that desert wastes looking for that bastard DIO, my friends used to call me a nickname, and a weird one at that.
Actually, it's not only my nickname. Apparently, it was passed down from generation to generation, must have been some tendency and crap. The old man used to be called that, then my great ancestor, and basically anyone in my family whose name starts with "Jo".
Yeah, before you ask even further, here's your answer; JoJo.
Yes, that's right. Back in my day everyone calls me JoJo, then my gramps, and then way back probably starting with my great great grandfather. It's pretty bizarre if you ask me."
"Oh... well in that case, I know it sounds weird and all. But... can I just call you "JoJo" from now on?", the filly asked, hoof pointed on the person she questioned.
Jotaro continued to stare at the little filly, whose smile began to dwindle and her curiosity shuffle to that of nervousness, specks of sweat trickling down her cheeks slowly like a leak out of a pipe. This was due to his persistent bold expression he always exhibited while out in the open, and her could already tell if a person is really frightened or if they are curious by just looking at them.
And by the time the little pony dropped her hoof, Jotaro turned his gaze away and into the wilderness, finally providing Scootaloo the response she waited.
"It's been a long time since someone actually called me that. But seeing some weird shit happening to me today, unfortunately... Sure, you can call me whatever you wish. That sound OK to you?"
"Awesome! OK, JoJo. Um, mind asking you where are we now?"
It was this very question that caused Jotaro to stop in his tracks. All attempts of pushing on had ceased to a null.
For the first time in his life... not actually the first time. He didn't actually know what to do now. His only companion is the filly, whom he tried to bring home to her family. They are stuck in an unknown location; a seemingly endless stretch of desert and baked rocks, with no signs of life whatsoever... the sun shone above the sky, its unforgiving glare boiling the sand and whatever is left of any bodies of life-giving water has disappeared, evaporated, flew into the clouds, but never returning as precipitation, and it is practically burning the two walking bodies until they gave in to its intensity. The two ponies were trapped in what seemed like an endless void, lost in the middle of who knows where... Jotaro couldn't even formulate a plan or find any option to get themselves out of this situation... it was even worse than even during his time venturing in the similary barren heat of the Egyptian desert.
Jotaro gazed down at the sand, attempting to process any sort of a plan taking in whatever information he gathered in his mind. But he found nothing. He brought himself and the filly to a slow, painful and broiling death. As his head still slumped at the shimmering sand grain, he briefly retreated into own thoughts, mulling over anything he could do just to get the child he accompanied home to her family so he can be on his way and find his own way back... but all he got... was nothing.
His searching was fruitless.
And he slid his eyebrows close as he let the intensity of the the sun finally take over his person, and his strength began to wane. He gave out...
Except he didn't...
He heard a noise.
"Ugh."
And he lifted his head up, and observed further into the distance.
The noise appeared to be the hunk of a whistle. And not just any whistle...
This whistle was followed by an exuberant tone from the Pegasus filly...
The same filly ran into JoJo's side and exclaimed, "It can't be! It's here! It's here! It's here! It's here! It's here! It's here! Can't you believe it, JoJo?! We're finally saved!"
"What saved? What are you talking about?", asked Jotaro.
"Look closer!", Scootaloo ordered louder.
Doing so without question, Jotaro narrowed his eyes even further, with his hat's visor casting a dull shadow over his left as he attempted to clear out his blurring vision. With all his focus shifted towards the distant background he observed, he finally obtained a glimpse of whatever he is about to view further past the sand dunes and massive rocky floor.
And the first thing he spotted is, no... what appeared to be rails.
Metallic rails.
Jotaro wished he could be seeing an illusion, that his mind was playing tricks on him again... but he didn't have even a spare bit to mull it over... his eyes made it clear to him. Those were indeed rails; metallic tracks that stretched further in the distance and running towards his field of vision, lengthening beyond his line of sight further right.
So, as he assumed in his mind, if what he actually saw in the distance were rails, that would meant that what he actually heard next was a...
FWEEP!! FWEEP!!
"A train?"
バ
ば!
The train appeared to be based on that of outdated models, and based on its appearance alone, it is assumed that it is a steam-powered passenger locomotive, but its distinguishable features include its rather colourful and vibrant facade and disproportionate shape, akin to that of a cartoonish design. And its loud, commonplace bellowing of smoke and noise grew ever more prominent as it heads towards Jotaro's field of vision.
Scootaloo broke his wide, straightforward gaze, and cried out, hurriedly,
"Come on, JoJo! The I know that train, they'll take us in! Hurry!"
Jotaro, having no time to mutter a word or two about what he saw, promptly launched himself off the sand and went into a full gallop after the filly, wasting no time on catching up the incoming train that is already sweeping towards them at breakneck speeds.
The train continued bellowing more smoke clouds, and its rods turning with the wheels in a very steady and unadjusted pace, as it ran across the track heading for its destination in the distance.
With Scootaloo and Jotaro Kujo giving chase.
The two individuals ran as fast as their bodies could carry them, putting every inch of their energy into their hooves, hoping that the train's conductor would be able to get their attention and somehow get the locomotive to stop. If they could make it stop.
And the first thing Scootaloo called out was,
"HEEEEEEY! OVER HERE! HELP! SOMEPONY IN THERE! HELP US!!"
She cried out at the top of her lungs, exerting all she could in her larynx, granted that hopefully the conductor of this train could hear their pleas.
"CAN YOU HEAR ME?! PLEASE, STOP THE TRAIN! WE NEED TO GET ON!!"
Nothing. The train's momentum never slowed. Even for a bit. She tried to reach out for the conductor. Each time she called out again and again, throwing every last bit of power in her voice just so she could nab his or her ears and get the steam engine to slow. And again it proved futile. Her stamina began to fumble, her fatigue already setting in, sweat much more prominent on her temple. She gave in, she gave out a frustrated groan and shifted her gaze at Jotaro, asking him,
"No. It's not working! JoJo, I can't reach him out! I'm tired of runnin'! What are we gonna do?!"
Jotaro simply narrowed his eyes, his body continued fully galloping, his teeth gripping each other tight, and his expression becoming much more sullen and bold as he thought,
Tch. Stupid kid. Of course the guy behind the train wouldn't hear a damn word from you. Besides this train's faster than us, and it's slowly drifting away and we couldn't stop it by any normal means.
*sigh*
I guess I have no choice. If I'll have to see this one chance then I'll just take it!
I gotta delay this train myself if we have to board it.
"Kid! You better brace yourself! This next move's gonna shift your hair real ugly!"
"What are you-", Scootaloo attempted to ask confusingly before he was abruptly silenced by Jotaro's belligerent retort,
"Just shut the hell up and lay low!"
"OK. But whatever you're trying to do, I hope it isn't that bad!", Scootaloo did exactly as she was ordered. She skidded to a halt, dust being scraped up the floor as she crouched down, her forelegs wrapped against her forehead, her hind ones resting down, and closed her eyes for whatever in store is waiting for her.
Then she heard a yell
Courtesy of Jotaro.
"STAR PLATINUM: THE WORLD"
And the ever peculiar figure of Star Platinum once more erupted from Jotaro's body in a dazzling array of shimmering sparkles and bright specks. Its left hoof shot towards the train's direction in the exact same position as that of its master.
Star Platinum performed its signature move.
A shockwave-like ripple exploded forth from the Stand's hoof. It didn't stop there. The wave distorted the fabric of physics as it grew larger within seconds, inside the colors it consumed were changed to that of an inverted, varying shades of green and violet. The wave violently consumed all it mowed down. Everything was a varying, distorted array of colors. Until that same wave shrank down and retreated to the entity responsible for conjuring it faster than anyone could react.
And the sound it accompanied was a sickening volume, followed by the noise of ticking that slowly distorted to a lower tone.
And everything shuttered to silence.
Pure, undisturbed silence.
Everything. The environment. The sky. The train. The rails. Everywhere.
Dull. Lifeless. Empty...
Frozen.
The dulled out colours are not even the strangest thing that happened to the whole surroundings. Everything was stopped. The train no longer cranked its rods. It no longer moved. The puff of smoke coughed out by its whistle stayed in place, unable to move about and for a reason did not dissipate away as it usually does. And Scootaloo.
Scootaloo was frozen right on the spot. Still crouched down, eyes still shut.
And Jotaro Kujo was the only person moving in this frozen state of the environment. And he successfully performed what he intended to do with his Stand.
He stopped time.
And in accordance to all objects adhering with the flow of time, they too are unable to move within the stopped time.
And Jotaro casually walked about into Scootaloo's still crouching form, and in that spare moments he has, he muttered,
"Yare yare daze. I stopped time. This would allow me ample time to board the train with this kid before everything moves again. Again, I could only stop time for 5 seconds."
He wrapped his left hoof around the frozen filly, holding her beside him in his jacket, as he continued,
"I shouldn't be wasting anymore time. Gotta need to get our ass on this train before the fifth second hits.", and that's the last thing Jotaro Kujo would mutter as he took one last good look at the train he froze in place, carrying the still-crouching filly in his grip, Star Platinum hovering by his side.
Scootaloo slipped her eyes open.
And upon returning back to her normal vision, she no longer felt sand and dust on her foot. And the first thing she glimpsed was green.
A green floor.
And then, she shot herself up, muttering a gasp, as her head jeered around to analyze her surroundings. It was there, without an utterance of question, that she was no longer in the hot, empty wasteland she was in seconds ago. Instead, she was inside a room. No...
She is now lying down inside the train.
The train that they were chasing the whole time. And she thought she mysteriously just popped there out of nowhere.
Surrounded by a corridor lined by flat, long couches, lanterns perched just above them, and ponies.
Ponies bustling up and about. She observed them minding their own businesses. Some just rested on their sides on the seats, some walked past her throughout the area, some read newspapers, and some chatted amongst one another. And the ambience produced is the chugging noise of the train. Continuous, non-stop chugging.
And before she could even utter a question for herself, she was met by loud rumbling hoofsteps growing more audible and stopping just few inches from her body. Then, carrying her gaze and head up closer to the ceiling, she flinched, her eyes widened a bit in surprise to see the bold, imposing figure of Jotaro Kujo, with an expression to match his stature, as he gazed down at her lying form, eyes seemingly spelling murder in its features. In contrast to his fearsome appearance, he simply said,
"Welcome aboard, kid."
It was at the moment that Scootaloo had realized that, she didn't just have popped in the train from out of thin air. Rather, it had something to do with her companion, Jotaro Kujo, finding a way to get himself and the filly on board the locomotive. And after a soft, shocked gasp, she asked,
"Was that you?
Wait a minute here. We didn't just flew into the train without me doing anything about it. That could only mean one thing...
Was this the work of your fighting ghost's superpowers?!"
Instead of a simple, coherent answer, all that the filly got was a hard, stoic reply from the big stallion.
"Shut up. Everybody's gonna hear you scream around here, they'll see you as crazy. Now stop talking and take a seat. We've got a long way ahead of us."
Although a little upset, Scootaloo nonetheless complied. She stood up, turned behind and galloped into the nearest empty seat she could take, close by a wide oval window staring out in the open paronama.
But not before turning back to the stallion responsible for finally taking her back to her family, thanking him with a joyful smile,
"Thank you, JoJo. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have made it back from that stupid desert. Now I finally get to see my big sis, this is so awesome! She wouldn't believe what I've been through today! I wish you'd meet them. Well.. if you want. That could've been way cooler."
And Jotaro Kujo didn't speak a word. He did not respond. Not even a twitch of a hoof or a squint of an eye. Instead, his bold, thick eyes kept glazed out, watching the filly hop blithely into her seat, resting on her hind quarters and behaving like a pre-school child, staring out in the open window. Likewise, all he could do at this time is blow out a sigh and word out his relaxed mood by uttering,
"Yare yare daze."
He parted and went to his own empty seat waiting to be occupied, and a nearby oval window hanging above it that exposes the interior of the train against the outside wilderness. Jotaro contemplated about the dimensions of the couch, and thought,
I have to lay on my sides on this? Tsk. I guess this seat was built specifically on ponies' bodies and not a human's.
*sigh*
Now I hate this body even more.
Jotaro's hooves stepped on the soft, but comfortable surface of his flat seat, before tersely laying down flat coming to a well-earned rest on his belly, his back legs folding about against it, his hind hoof drooping uncomfortably off the edges of the seat. And he rested his left hoof against his jaw as he gazed over the window, and shot out towards the wide, spectacular sight before him. It did not deter him at the least, as it seemed.
Steep, rolling snowlines, green grassy hills, massive towering boulders and strange-looking clouds are the variety of features that this panoramic view could offer to him, and they are slowly jeering away past his field of vision as the train passed its next course. Jotaro's gaze is steady, unmoving, aloof, yet calm and relaxed. These features didn't caught his interest in the slightest.
Although it caused him slight discomfort, it was all he needed to get some form of respite after what it took a day trying to deliver a lost child baack to her friends. It was a long, ardous trek, it drained him of his stamina, and almost his willpower. He was only lucky that he gets a free ride on a train that just happens to pass by him. However, he never brought a ticket with him, unfortunately.
"Sir?"
Until JoJo heard a voice rang out behind him.
He didn't respond to this voice, who was feminine. He didn't actually move a muscle. He didn't shift his gaze behind him to the source of the voice. He still stared ahead, refusing to latch off his own state of tranquil. He didn't need to twitch his ear nor swivel around to see who was calling him. Just hearing the voice alone was Jotaro very much certain about who was calling him out behind.
Though he heard, he completely ignored the calls of a female train stewardess standing just aft of his seating area.
"Sir. Can I have your ticket please?"
Jotaro didn't respond. His body still leaning towards the window. The stewardess once more tried to get his attention, asking in again and again for his ticket. And yet these words faltered in deaf ears.
Either the strange passenger is deaf or that he ignored her pleas on purpose.
"Sir, if I can't see a ticket around your pocket, then I'm afraid you have to be leaving this trai-", the stewardess' threats were instantly cut off when Jotaro promptly turned to face her, but with a more displeased, brazenly hostile and cynical scowl across his features. And he yelled,
"SHUT UP! WHY DON'T YOU PISS OFF AND SWALLOW A TICKET, YOU BITCH!!"
The voice emitted was loud, gruff, and to a large extent, incredibly intimidating. Like stakes pierced to the heart, the stewardess fliched out of pure, resonating shock, having felt the sharp vulgarity of Jotaro's voice blow past her body. It sent chills running down her spine as the stewardess' heart began palpitating. Just being yelled alone by this stranger terrified the mare to her very core.
And amongst the silence, the background passengers heard it all. They were all in a mix of reactions from their features. Some murmured amongst each other, some of which were openly frightened and shocked, and some just kept silence and minded their own ends, featuring they'd be yelled at by this stranger just like with the stewardess. And Scootaloo's hoof rose to cover her mouth in utter shock.
Jotaro Kujo kept his fearsome gaze on the stewardess, teeth barring against each other, and to add more to his terrifying facade, he snarled at her.
The terrified stewardess forced her fears down her innards, sweat trickling from down her cap as she merely answered,
"A-a-a-alright, sir. I'll just leave you here on your seat. I'll just go look for tickets elsewhere. Sorry to have distrubed you. Now if you excuse me..."
Laughing sheepishly, the stewardess backpedalled away and headed off to the next passenger for tickets, and Jotaro went back to gazing out in the open window from his seat, exhaling a sigh as he lowered his mood. He was calm again.
And he didn't even exhibited a bit of concern at the possible growing suspicion or discern from the passengers shifting in his direction. Though he practically became the center of attention, he ignored all gossip comming from them. He didn't care. Not an inch.
All that mattered to him is the destination. Single-minded at that, he duly never broke from that focus.
In his mind, Jotaro felt that it was the only way to get rid of the stewardess and then get himself and the filly to her friends uninterrupted. They nearly died on that perilous walk on the desert and they just got their lucky shot boarding a train to get all the respite they need. And he won't let anyone take that chance away and go back into breaking their legs pedaling towards their destination.
And his gaze turned away from the rugged panorama of mountains, hills, waterfalls and clouds, and slightly in front of him as a station looming in the distance slowly grew closer and closer.
And the train is heading towards it at full speed.
--To Be Continued-->