>>5650433“Appreciate the thought, but I'll stick with this.” you reply, remembering back to the indecision that had paralyzed you last time you'd tried to change it up. “This armor, or at least armor like it, has seen me through hell and back.”
“Fair enough.” she replies, Okira asking for her big sis to magic her armor. To which Caulifla obliges, magicking her a suit of armor similar to her own silver suit she wears when fighting for that amulet's master. Which, you notice she still isn't wearing. She notices you looking, shaking her head. “Not today. Don't want to interrupt the training by getting sucked into a past timeline.”
“Alright, I'm ready whenever you are.” Joseph suddenly <span class="mu-i">thinks</span> to you. “Whenever you're ready.”
“Time to go.” you tell your kids, holding out your left while placing your right to your forehead. Focusing on the Stand user's ki through the telepathic link, you easily establish the needed connection, vanishing from New Salda with your daughters. One moment you are in your bedroom, the next find yourself in a brightly-lit area, a familiar old face before you.
“Well well, look who it is!” comes a boisterous, familiar voice. And standing there, before you all, is a rather well-built man, looking nearly as old as Tatsu. Just without all the years of abuse and missing limbs, except his left hand. Which is clearly exposed, metal gleaming a bit in the light. “Good to see you again old friend! Still keeping up those lessons Cauli?”
“Of course!” your daughter exclaims, you wondering what lessons he means. But then he sees Okira, a genuine paternal smile coming to his face. “And who do we have here?”
“O-O-Okira.” your youngest daughter manages to get out, but he doesn't hear her. He raises his right to his ear, leaning in comically.
“Sorry, I'm getting rather hard of hearing anymore.” he says a bit loudly, leaning in. “Tell me again?”
“O-Okira!” your daughter says louder and with more confidence. But as she does, Imagine Dragon lunges, biting him on the ear!
“Ooooooooh myyyyyy gooooood!” he shouts, recoiling dramatically and pulling her latched on Stand with him a good foot or so before stopping. “Help! I'm gonna die!”
His antics cause Okira to giggle, Imagine Dragon letting go as she does. He rubs his ear gingerly, putting on a pouting act as if he's upset about the little pricks his ear got.
“And this is my Stand, Imagine Dragon.” she says, introducing it as well. To which Joseph nods, summoning his own Stand around his right.
“This is my Stand, Hermit Purple.” he tells her, then turns to the one he hasn't greeted yet. “And you must be Triumph's new form, Requiem. Good to meet you.”
“I....Remember you.” Triumph Requiem says, catching you all by surprise. “We met long ago.”
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