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Joji Kujo

this must be the work of an extrodinaire

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a character in “vicious”, as played by ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

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SxExXxUxAxLxIxTxYx→ Undefined

NxAxTxIxOxNxAxLxIxTxY → Japanese, Asian American

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Nicknamed a "Stand", Joji can summon and control a guardian spirit named "Roxanne" to fight for and protect him. Roxanne can alter the velocity of moving objects and people in whatever direction Joji pleases, including freezing, subtracting, or adding momentum. If someone falls off a cliff, Roxanne can bounce them back to safety or stop them mid-air. In order for Roxanne's redirection to work however, objects and people must be within ten meters. The size and weight of the objects correspond with Joji's energy levels and have rarely exceeded double his body weight. At his peak Roxanne has been able to deflect a small car; however he has chalked that up to dumb luck (and a lot of adrenaline). Joji isn't invincible however; nor is Roxanne. While Roxanne can interact with the physical world (i.e. touching/using objects or people), any damage that Roxanne takes will be passed onto Joji. Though she has much more strength, agility, and durability than a human, she can still be hurt by conventional means (fire, weapons, etc.). Additionally, she only stays active so long as Joji is conscious so knocking him out will dematerialize her.

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The weight of being an extraordinaire never really occurred to Joji because most of his problems could only be solved with emotional rather than external means. Though his parents tried their best, it was obvious from a young age that their marriage was purely political. Deliberately mismatched schedules, hollow displays of affection, and their relentless focus on their kids' achievements made Joji feel less like their child and more like an avenue of success. In their words "there are three of you and millions of others in this world. Make your names known." As the eldest son, he set the bar for his siblings and fortunately for them, he didn't jump very high.

Preferring to fly under the radar and keep his cards close, he puts on the outward appearance of a cheeky, understated soul who breaks expectations when someone least expects it. Whether that means suddenly strutting into the dance floor after three hours in the corner of the club or finally chiming into a conversation with a dark joke. He's a low commitment friend with high follow through as long as what he's doing interests him.

In that sense it isn't hard to befriend him or convince him to get out of the house, however he doesn't deepen his friendships beyond a superficial level. People would be loathe to drag any intimate details or tackle his inner conflicts. Instead, he deflects by trying to pick at their problems and then attempting to cheer them up. It's easier for him to solve other people's issues while breaking down his own in private (and with alcohol). He calls himself "emotionally efficient" but his former best friend would disagree.

The first time they met he called her Seychelle ("like the county?" "No like Rachel but with an 'S-E-Y' instead of 'R-A'") but eventually settled with "Sey" despite her insistence to change her name to "Rachel." She was an embittered soul like himself and what started as coincidentally eating lunch at the same table quickly turned to studying together, playing video games, and swapping Rickrolls (as was standard on AIM). It became easy to talk to her and the fact that she was so persistent made it hard for him to keep any secrets from her.

He wouldn’t say that their relationship was romantic by any means but he did care for her more than anyone else, family included. As with anyone else, he had his gripes with her but she was one of the few who could get him to confront his emotions and more importantly the driving force behind his desire to travel. She wanted to see the world and he was more than happy to drive, whether it meant a day trip to Alviso or a weekend in Seattle.

Unfortunately her family didn’t see it that way. He was a bad influence! A scoundrel! He just wanted to court her. There was little that Joji could do to convince them otherwise but being that they were in a university hundreds of miles away, they couldn’t do anything more than chastise her over the phone.

Senior (and super senior) year came and went with Joji entering the party scene and Seychelle pouring herself into her internship. It would have been nice to say that their friendship deepened. they excelled in their careers, and could even afford housing but life didn't allow for that. The partying and lack of actual experience left Joji struggling to find a job whereas Seychelle managed to upgrade not only once but thrice within the span of a year. Things like money and prestige never mattered much to Joji but Seychelle's connections, her life trajectory, her host of passions bred an undercurrent of resentment that he couldn't quite verbalize. It wasn’t envy per se, but a longing for something more for himself.

Despite the fun of video games and the fervor of clubbing he couldn’t find the same joy in his own life, outside of Seychelle of course. More often than not, she was the only reason that he wouldn’t drink himself to death or forget to eat. Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was using her as an emotional support blanket and he didn’t know how to stop or how long it would take before she grew tired of him.

Everything came to head on her twenty-fourth birthday when she announced that she wanted to go to the Carribean for her birthday. Much to the chagrin of her family, he joined her and they had a grand old time...except for the boating trip. Seychelle had booked a short boating trip around the islands and just barely grazing the Bermuda Triangle (they had to see if the stories were real after all). Midway through their journey the clouds darkened, thunder roared, and red lightning struck, sending the boat careening towards the ocean. Though the captain tried to steer the boat back to shore it wasn’t long before the trawler capsized, taking himself, Seychelle, and Joji overboard.

It was hard to say what happened afterwards, partly because he tries not to recall the event too often but mostly because he woke up on top of a life raft choking on seawater. According to Sey, the last thing she remembered was nearly drowning but nothing after.

They drifted for what felt like years (but was really only a week) under the tropical sun, surviving on sporadic rainfall and several episodes of Man vs Wild. For the first day, the both of them panicked, the second trying to scream for help, and the third wondering if the shipwreck was divine retribution.

By the fourth day, Joji’s lips were cracked and his body sunburned from the decreasing showers. Unlike Seychelle, who seemed healthy despite the lack of food and water, he could feel his body shriveling up. His throat ached for something cool but nothing seemed to help. He could feel his vision fading. The next time he woke up, they’d been rescued by a fishing boat and rushed to the nearest hospital.

Everyone wrote off the incident as a mixture of stormy weather and bad luck but Joji never shook the feeling that there was something strange about the accident. The captain might have seen red lightning but what Joji saw was a woman. Though he didn’t know it at the time, the woman was a being of pure energy, forged in a storm not unlike what she had created that day. He saw her everywhere whether it was his dreams, video games, and of course, during rainy nights.

Seychelle, likewise, was silent. She receded into herself, only ever leaving her home to go to work. She didn’t even contact him most days and when she did the messages were brief and shallow. It wasn’t until she asked him to drive her to Davenport that everything made sense.

Extraordinaire.

She had heard the term thrown around online and the more she read, the more she wanted to see if there was something, anything resembling a power inside the two of them. He didn’t believe her at first but after begging him to stay, he watched her exhaust every possibility under the sun. No super strength, no super speed, not energy bolts.

When it came time to fly she leaped off the cliff with no hesitation, ignoring Joji’s protests until she found herself frozen in midair. He did it. He wasn’t sure how, but he was one of them. A gray-haired woman with a black derby hat was floating behind him, her hand extended to keep Seychelle in place.

He never thought of himself as particularly extraordinary and in many ways it felt wrong that he was the one who had powers. Nonetheless, his mind raced with the thought of being super. For once there was something he felt excited about. One glance at Seychelle however, tempered his mood. For all of her giddiness he could feel disappointment beneath her smile. Though they continued talking and hanging out she always brought up the topic of the shipwreck and his subsequent powers. He never went too in depth about his usage (mainly because he didn't find much use for it) and in the rare times that he did, her mood deflated. The envy might not have been articulated but the undercurrent was enough for him to confront her.

Much like the first time they discovered his power, he drove her away, although he decided on City Lights this time. At first she denied his claims, calling him self-centered and egotistical; however, she soon admitted that she was jealous that she didn't have any powers of her own. She wanted something special for herself, something that inspired her. For all of her accomplishments and passing interests she never felt any different from the other people in her life and she hated that she couldn't be happy for him. He reassured her that she had plenty of special qualities but was met with a slap to the face. She didn't want his pity, she wanted his powers.

They argued for hours about everything from Seychelle's pushiness to Joji's inferiority complex. They argued long after the sun set and sat on opposite sides of the car once they ran out of things to say. He was the first to apologize, not because he was wrong but because he knew how much it hurt her. Nonetheless, she had already hopped over the barb wire fence. Before he could stop her she'd jumped.

After a thorough investigation (and an even more thorough interrogation), they declared her a missing person and shelved the case. She might as well have been dead in Joji's mind because six months had been the longest they'd gone without a word no matter how short. He had archived their conversations, trashed photos, archived messages, and boxed every gift she gave him in the crook of his closet but couldn't bring himself to delete any of her accounts. It just didn't feel right delete the history that they had together (even if most of the conversations were about nothing).

By August's end however, he woke up to a single message:

I'm special too.

Where most people might have been shocked, a bittersweet smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

For the rest of the year he dug through every conspiracy site, every photography forum, and anywhere she might have posted but only served to rip the scars in Sey's family open. The hatred that made Joji skittish simmered down to sorrow and on the odd occasion that he ran into Seychelle's brother, he would walk away.

In the time since he's moved to Daly City and acquired a job in UX/UI design, Joji has kept everyone at arm's length mostly figuratively but on the odd occasion somebody touched him outside of the dance floor he's recoiled just for the night. Though he's been focused on moving on from her "death" a small part of him still skims past the forums, looking for her user name. He might still be grieving, but a grieving man is allowed hope too.

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He isn't much for profiles, but self-evaluation is important for growth.

So begins...

Joji Kujo's Story

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Character Portrait: Niki Harrell Character Portrait: Mat Rose Character Portrait: Rio Kiyoko Character Portrait: Joji Kujo Character Portrait: Manon Castellanos Character Portrait: Sabrina Callaghan Character Portrait: Elliot Callaghan

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And to think being called extraordinary once used to be a compliment. It still was, of course. Parents would beam if they were told their child was extraordinary. But the smile would soon slip if they were told their child was an Extraordinary.

Or at least, that was how Nikolai Harrell felt at that exact moment in time. As he walked through the city, the constant noise made his clenched jaw tighten even more. He'd had the beginnings of a headache leaving base and it was steadily worsening. His squad had noticed the odd shift in his mood since he'd returned, but they put it down to difficult memories, grief and confusion. None of those things were helping, of course. But he'd still gone back. His father had wanted him to do whatever made him happy, but being a flight engineer was all that he knew. And strangely, he'd missed it. His life had gone so goddamn strange that he missed the routine.

And yet, here he was. Walking into something even stranger. He wasn't convinced a bunch of extraordinaries sitting in a room was a good idea. It would certainly make them easier to target. But with this killer headache, the constant thoughts of doeshelovemedoesshehatemetwolattesgodihopetheytipwhoevendrinksthisshit whirling in his head, he wondered if that would be a bad thing. They'd agreed to meet in public. Meeting strangers in someone's apartment would just be weird.

He found the address with relative ease. It was a coffee shop, one that was blissfully quiet. But even still, Niki fished two painkillers out of his bag and swallowed them with a mouthful of water from his water bottle. He hung outside until the voices went a little quieter, until he knew he’d be able to tolerate it. As he stepped inside, he scrolled back through his phone to find the messages. They’d all sent something identifying about themselves. Niki had simply said he’d be dressed in military gear. One person, “hopepunkrose” had said they had long blue hair, and he could see a woman sitting in the corner matching that description. He took his time ordering his coffee, focusing in on her thoughts. he's wearing military gear. i wonder if it's him. nobody else is here oh god i hope other people show up what if he's a creep what if he's the killer-

He let his focus slip and smirked to himself. Yep, it was her. He took his coffee and made his way over to the table, practically throwing himself into the nearest seat. The woman raised an eyebrow. "Don't worry, I'm not the killer. I'm Maverick," he said. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't half expecting a young Tom Cruise. I'm hopepunkrose. Or, you know, Mat. My user's a bit of a mouthful," She retorted, relief written all over her face and colouring her thoughts. He smirked, taking a long sip of his coffee. He'd kept a stash of his antipsychotics and honestly, sitting here, still able to hear the whirling thoughts of this woman, he wished he'd taken one. This was going to feel surreal, no matter what. If only he could have peace as well.

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Character Portrait: Niki Harrell Character Portrait: Mat Rose Character Portrait: Rio Kiyoko Character Portrait: Joji Kujo Character Portrait: Manon Castellanos Character Portrait: Sabrina Callaghan Character Portrait: Elliot Callaghan

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Joji leaned back in his chair, eying the shadows moving behind the art director's office.

Must be nice.

He hated open offices and shared tables even moreso. There was no room for personal knick-knacks and the half-wall barriers dividing the left and right sides of the table were laughable. It was easy to tell who was surfing Amazon and who was playing Diablo III, the office worker's game of choice. He couldn't deny that he'd been guilty of shirking his duties in the past but, well there was no "but." The Japanese man still needed to pore through the feedback his team received from the beta testers of their last update.

"Trying too hard to be like Apple" seemed to be the prevailing sentiment, although everyone was happy to finally have night mode (God knows how long Joji had been fighting for that feature to be implemented). Everything trickled down from market research to analytics to the art director to them and finally, to the coders. Those poor, poor coders. There was an art to predicting what users wanted and more importantly, delivering what they didn't know they wanted. He found too often that there could be all outcry in the world against a certain change, only for it to be well-received. The opposite, incidentally, rarely happened.

A ping from his desktop brought his attention back to his screen where his work chat was buzzing.


xxxChris V: yo
xxxanyone down for boba tonight? @everyone
xxxAlex H: I can't. I have class in the morning.
xxxJun H: Depends. Can I get a ride back to BART?
xxxChris V: i gotchu bro
xxxDenise N: I'll go if Andy goes
xxxAndy L: Boi I'm broke


Joji pursed his lips for a moment. He had planned on cleaning his fridge tonight but...

xxxJoji K: Only if we can get Boba Guys.
xxxChris V: oh heck yea dude


He turned to his other screen, tabbing into his spreadsheet with a renewed vigor. There were still quite a few responses to go through and the chances of his team leaving work on time were slim, but for the sake of milk tea he would push through. He tabbed through his windows for a few moments, squinting at the preview of r/totallynormal.

Wait.

Fuck.


xxxJoji K: Hey sorry guys. Just realized I've got something after work.
xxxChris V: aw come on
xxxChris V: we haven't gone in forever
xxxAlex H: We had Boba Guys two days ago.
xxxChris V: but they're sooo good!
xxxJoji K: Okay fine, we can get drinks but I have to leave right after.
xxxChris V: yeet


He spent the rest of the day in relative silence, not daring to take a break in case he ended up requiring overtime. Luckily for him, the art director decided to take off early and leave them to their own devices. The milk tea came shortly after (an egregious line) as did Joji's journey to the latest artisanal coffee shop. Hopefully he wasn't too late.

He pulled up his phone and spotted two members of the meet-up, a man in a military outfit and a woman with blue hair. The blue hair was par for the course in SF but the military gear not so much. In retrospect he'd been pretty vague in his descriptor: Asian in a blue button up and jeans. That honestly could describe half of his company alone.

"I'm guessing we're all here for the same thing?" Joji asked, appraoching the table with a lazy wave of his hand.

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Character Portrait: Niki Harrell Character Portrait: Mat Rose Character Portrait: Rio Kiyoko Character Portrait: Joji Kujo Character Portrait: Manon Castellanos Character Portrait: Sabrina Callaghan Character Portrait: Elliot Callaghan

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Click. The orange flame of the zippo lighter set Rio's face aglow. The touch of heat that radiated from it was a pleasant sensation in the blistering cold- a cold that Rio had, as per usual, hardly prepared for. She seldom changed her attire based on the reasons, preferring to brave the elements than abandon her 'brand'. Click. The heat and the flame vanished. Click. They appeared again.

She wasn't used to waiting- usually she was the late one. And yet here she was, clicking her lighter open and closed, not in impatience, but just in her typically fiddly manner. She didn't like being left alone with her thoughts- she didn't something to distract her. Her father's old lighter worked perfectly, as did the cigarettes they lit when she decided that she didn't mind the smell after all. As she was wont to every couple weeks. What could she say? She's a fickle thing.

Finally, just as she was reaching for the packet in her pocket, Manon appeared, walking towards her, head bowed and mouth already forming words of apology.

"Sorry, I was-" "Deciding whether or not to come?" Manon's mouth closed, and she met Rio's amused gaze with a cool one. "... Yeah." Rio smirked, tucking the lighter back into her pocket before swinging her arm around the girl's shoulders. "And now? Still feeling indecisive?" Manon shook off the older woman's arm. "I'm here, aren't I?" Rio sent her another teasing smile, and Manon, in her traditionally short-tempered fashion, stormed on ahead, leaving Rio to catch up.

Manon had spent the morning in an internal debate. To go or not to go. She felt hesitant, although she wasn't sure exactly what it was that had her so fearful. Was it the danger of the killer? The danger of other extraordinaries? Or, more likely, was it that fear of rejection that had her so on edge? She knew the latter was the most likely culprit, and it plagued her to no end on the days leading up to the portentous meeting.

At least Rio was going. Rio the reckless. Rio the fearless. Of course she was going. What did she have to fear? But then again, Manon wondered what exactly Rio's reasons for attending were. Rio was hardly the sort to get caught up in the dramas of other people, if you could call the serial murders of extraordinaries, 'drama'. And she was even less the sort to care so much as to join some sort of ragtag justice team. As they walked to the address, Manon briefly considered looking deeper into Rio's emotions. Just as quickly, however, she abandoned the thought. Boredom, she presumed, was Rio's most likely motivation. The woman loathed being bored.

Finally arriving at the address, a unassuming little cafe, Rio turned to her companion. "Not too late to turn back, Nonny." Manon paused at her words, but shook away her reservations, stepping forward to lead the way through the door.

Immediately, Manon tasted tea. Sweet, as though the cafe's most regular occupants preferred several spoons of sugar. Rio whispered in her ear, "Let me know if it's tasty." Sliding her hands into her pockets, Rio barely had to look about the shop before noticing the man in the army uniform, and the girl with blue hair. They were hard to miss, the uniform in particular being hard to ignore, and even harder not to scoff at.

One a picture of confidence, and the other wishing she was but with less success, the (cute) blonde Asian in a leather jacket and the girl in a tan hoodie and black jeans walked over to the group of three. Rio slid into a free chair, already comfortable, whilst Manon chose to wait, standing by her side. "Huh. You're all a lot better looking than I expected. Kudos."

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Mat had almost forgotten about the meeting. Work had been busy, and then she'd had to get groceries, and then she'd had to help her neighbour with the vacuuming. She'd just sat down with a glass of rosé when she'd glanced at her phone and had realised she was supposed to be elsewhere. But it didn't take her quite as long as she'd expected to get in there, and she found herself there early. She got herself a skinny white chocolate mocha and sat down to wait, scrolling back through their chat. They'd all been vague about their abilities for the most part, alluding to what is was they could do. So when a guy in what looked like a military uniform showed up and knew who she was almost immediately, as well as what she was thinking, she wasn't alarmed.

Well. Not overly alarmed. Maybe just a little. He sat down, looking around the coffee shop with something between curiosity and exhaustion. Maverick had more or less disclosed that he had telepathy, because conversations with him would be "interesting", as he'd said himself.

An Asian guy matching the description of one of the group arrived, with a lazy wave and a grin. "Yep. Fucked up EO support club," Maverick said, before taking a mouthful of his own coffee. Before Mat even got a chance to suggest they all introduce themselves, two more arrived. A tall, intimidating looking girl and a really cute blonde Asian girl. When the Asian girl mentioned they were better looking than she expected, Mat was pretty damn sure that she blushed a little. But she caught herself, reminded herself why they were here, and cleared her throat.

"Uh, I think we might still be waiting on a few people, but why don't we introduce ourselves?" She suggested. Maverick raised his eyebrows. "What, are we going to play some dumb game with a ball to make sure we learn each other's names?" He asked, and Mat shot him the most venomous glare she could muster. He raised his hands. "Fine, whatever. I'm Nikolai, but you'll probably all butcher that pronunciation so just call me Niki. You all know me as Maverick, so be warned, I can hear what you're all thinking." He raised an eyebrow, as if to ask if that was good enough. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "I'm Matilda, but please just call me Mat, you all know me as hopepunk, and I'm a mimic."


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“Damnit, we are 100% late” Sabrina mumbled as she hastily wheeled her brother down the busy streets her phone navigation to the coffee shop muffled as it was stuffed in her pocket. “This is nothing like Burbank”. Elliot snorted slightly from his seat, “I really don’t know what you expected Brina. Also- could you slow down a little? Jesus, you’re going to mow someone down if you’re not careful”. She huffed slightly, slowing her pace sticking to the sidewalk closest to the buildings to avoid any ‘accidental’ run over toes. “Do you think this is a good idea?” She spoke quietly leaning down to Elliot’s ear, afraid of who or what might hear. “No” He responded curtly keeping his eyes trained on the pavement in front of them, “but that doesn’t necessarily mean we shouldn’t. Haven’t you wondered? Ever? If there were others like us, and know that we’ve found them you can’t tell me that you’re not the least bit curious as to what they have to say?” He was right, like always. “Okay, but any sign of trouble and I’m wheeling us back to Burbank”.

Elliot was a little nervous, which was a funny feeling as he hadn’t felt like that in a while. It had been a while since he had met new people let alone left his own house. A large part of the reason in him and his sister’s attendance was due to the fact that he couldn’t stand be trapped inside for any longer. Even though the trip had been less than ideal, and the busy city made his stomach churn he couldn’t help but feel free again. He hadn’t given any indication of his, predicament, on the chat so he was curious to see how the others would react.

Sabrina finally managed to locate the shop, thankfully, the street it was located on was much more quiet. She turned Elliot’s chair pushing open the door with her back and walked inside the shop. It was mostly vacant aside for the occasional avid coffee drinker and college student. Which is why they stood out like a sore thumb in the back of the shop. It was an odd assortment of people, they definitely didn’t seem to fit. Unfortunately, they all seemed to be engaged in conversation. Perfect, definitely late. She slowly wheeled Elliot over to the table pausing in front of it, not wanting to interrupt any of the others. Sabrina caught the tail end of the man in the army uniform and blue haired girl’s words. “You all know me as Maverick, so be warned, I can hear what you're all thinking." She bit the inside of her cheek slightly, hear thoughts? She suddenly felt a little more conscious of her mind. "I'm Matilda, but please just call me Mat, you all know me as hopepunk, and I'm a mimic.” Sabrina gripped the handles of Elliot’s chair, her pristine confidence faltering as she felt a little out of place. Elliot must’ve noticed because he spoke for her.

“Hello, I apologize for our tardiness but the transportation system is not as - friendly as we expected” In fact it was a complete nightmare. “I’m Animo, Elliot and my sister, Paladin, is Sabrina”.

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As everyone introduced themselves, Joji's glanced at his cup of boba mixed with ice and watered down milk tea. Perhaps he should have brought enough for everyone. It was certainly better than drinking over roasted coffee. Upon looking at everyone else however, he quickly recanted the thought. He was already that guy, the one who brought an outside drink despite the sign at the door asking him not to.

He stood to toss his empty drink into the trash before sitting back down and nodded along to people's names. Everyone's attitudes were somewhere between reluctant and begrudging save for Mat who had attempted to foster some camaraderie among all of them.

Mat hopepunk, dyed hair.

Nikolai Maverick, no tag needed.

Blonde jp girl.

Sabrina Paladin, blonde but also white.

Elliot Amino, the uh...brother of Sabrina.

He squinted at Manon. The lady from EO.

"Joji, online tag also Jóji but with an accent," he announced with a sheepish grin, "my ability's a bit uh, hard to explain but I wouldn't worry about it."

He’d been purposefully vague about his power, mainly because he didn’t know how to do so without it sounding silly. Maverick already revealed himself as a telepath but Mat's mimicry interested him more. Could she only copy people's actions or did that extend to powers too? He had a theory regarding Stands but nobody else to test them on, well really nobody else he could confide in.

Joji didn't expect to meet them all too often, even if the whole reason they met was to band together. These groups often dissolved after a few meetups and he highly doubted that they could keep gathering in San Francisco unless everyone magically lived in the Bay (and he wouldn't wish that upon anyone). At best they would be a merry band of extraordinaires that put off monthly meetings and at worst, one of them was the killer. The idea gnawed at him and at first, barred him from responding to the invite but the slim chance this could lead to finding Seychelle again was too good to pass up.

You said it yourself. You're special too.

cron