Bad Moon Rising: Who'll Stop The Rain?

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Bad Moon Rising:

Who'll Stop The Rain?

A retelling and re-imagining of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Bad Moon Rising

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A small bell could be heard ringing at the entrance of the cramped record store, signalling that someone had entered. The sudden noise ruined the usually calm atmosphere of the store, with Creedence Clearwater Revival playing in the background, the wonderful scent of vinyl pressings and musty racks, and the sickly yellow lighting provided by a single incandescent lightbulb hanging from the ceiling which kept many of the corners of the store in a near twilight with it's poor lighting. The person manning the front counter didn't move a muscle, just stayed hidden behind his newspaper. The visitor, a somewhat formal businessman, moved over to the counter quickly, stomping heavily, and put his hand down in front of the register loudly, shaking the lightbulb above. 

"Excuse me, I'm passing through this town on my way south, and I was wondering what sort of new arrivals you have." 

The man behind the newspaper didn't say anything for a long period of time, but soon replied in a low voice, "You ain't from 'round here?" 

"I'm from NYC, I don't visit New York State much." 

"Hmmm... Well, Kashmir isn't exactly the height of sightseeing..." 

"I can tell. It has a bit of a rustic charm to it though, doesn't it?" 

The clerk with the newspaper didn't respond. 

"But at any rate, any new arrivals?" 

"You a fan of the Dead? We just got their new live album." 

"Hmmm... no, they really aren't my speed. Maybe I'll visit again sometime later. Have a nice day!" 

The door slammed shut. 

The man with the newpaper sighed as a car engine could be heard starting up outside, and he dropped the paper to the counter. He moved his fingers through his spiky hair slowly as he ruminated on the last encounter. "Lord, the next person that walks through here while I'm reading the paper..." 

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"...Rubles? Is this a fucking joke?" 

"I don't understand. Do you find my money funny?" 

"You want people to think I'm running a red bar?" 

"But, your bar is black and white, sir." 

"What the fuck- hey man, you've switched accents like five times, what the hell... Do I smell a pig?" 

The labcoat clad man stepped out of the bar as a sickly green glow peeks out, shut back in as the door closed. With a grumble, he kicked the air with a thump, causing a van to phase into sight. He crawled into the van in a pitiful way, took a deep, pained sigh, then put his foot down on the ignition, accelerating his van with a screech. 

Kashmir was looking rather miserable that day. A rather thick rain had just fallen that morning, as per the usual, filling the potholes with muddy water and giving the atmosphere a thick consistency that made it hard to breathe. The sky was a dirty sort of brown-grey that looked tainted, in an ominous way. The clouds were an even more sinister charcoal color, looking like something akin to acid rain was going to fall. "No more fucking rain..." the man in the labcoat covered with America pins muttered as he sped up through the town. 

Kashmir was a town that sprung up around a military base, it's origins seemed to hang above the town like a sort of foul stench. The backbone of Kashmir was the black district, a twisted mass of metal factories that loomed above the Kashmir skyline, like a black wave about to crash down on the city. In the old days, they used to manufacture weapons of war, but these days they manufacture rather mundane chemical products like paint and bleach. At least, that's what they say they're making. 

The van screeched past the rows and rows of factories, spraying the muddy water that filled the road every time it turned a corner. Slowly, the grim factories began to melt away as the van moved into the Jailhouse District, the downtown of Kashmir. There were all the usual commodities here, the bars and clubs, the movie theater, the record store, and the most popular stop in town, Commando Burgers, the toughest burgers in town. 

why is commando burgers, the toughest burgers in town, the most popular stop in town? 

No one knows. 

The van slows down by a small fraction, as there were a few other vehicles driving around the Jailhouse District. But, with Kashmir being a city of only about a dozen hundred people, you could usually go as fast as you wanted. Whispers of scary things like "industrialization" and "land development" flitted around every so often, but most people didn't give much heed to such things like that. Kashmir is the same as it's always been, as it always will be, as it will never be, as it never has been. 

Ah, right, the van. The nondescript white vehicle beings to move into the River district... one can feign a guess as to why it was called that. That's where you'll find the high school and the new suburbs where most of the residents of inner Kashmir lived, being bordered in by the Zoom River. Past that, you'll find a few scattered mansions of the rich and elite, and even further out, the farms and deciduous forests that were the norm in New York State. 

But the van was not going that far, merely a few block away from the high school, Brick House High. The man narrowed his eyes to try and see the person he was looking for in between the complacent suburban houses and boring looking trees. Sure enough, at the street corner, his usual customer stood waiting for him. He pulled up and rolled down his window, letting his radio blast outwards. 

"What is it this time, Luthor." 

Snake Eyes Luthor, the most color uncoordinated individual in the whole town, looked back at the man in the van. He had a bright red jacket that went down to his ankles, with a trim of white tiger stripes and silver buttons. This clashed rather terribly with his purple collared shirt underneath, and to finish off the look, he had a leather glove on only one hand, a ridiculous red top hat, and goofy purple tinted sunglasses. All this piled on the cartoonishly thin and tall high schooler contrasted rather starkly with the man in the van, who could only be described as perfectly average with his brown widow peaked hair, greying beard, and green eyes. 

Luthor spun the ridiculous cane in his hand, slammed it down on the street corner, then reached into his coat pocket to produce a giant wad of drug money which he threw at the man in the van. 

"What it is my man Professor Voyner, I see you be running yo'self on down here, but ol'Snake Eyes Luthor be wondering if the man before him got a little bit o'that psychedelic powder he supposed to be slinging my way." 

With a sigh, the door to the van popped open and Professor Voyner stepped out. He smoothed out his lab coat before speaking back to Luthor. 

"As per usual, Luthor, I don't know what on God's green earth you're talking about." 

Voyner mumbled something about state-run atheism and violently kicked the side of his van, opening up a compartment which revealed a flower patterned backpack full of cocaine. It flopped to the ground in a sad sort of way, and Voyner looked back to Luthor. 

"No special requests this month, just keep the kids off my back and you can have all the cocaine you want." 

"Cut me some slack Jack, you know how it is. You keep on the down low bout us here exchanging, and ol'Snake Eyes Luthor be willing to play ball." 

Looking down at the backpack, Snake Eyes Luthor would snap his fingers. 

"ALABASTER!" 

doing a silly looking dance, Snake Eyes Luthor moved towards the backpack and put it on, then returning to his original position. Snake Eyes Luthor would tip his hat towards Voyner in a ridiculous fashion. 

"We cool." 

Voyner looked with disgust as the seemingly colorblind highschooler began to dance towards downtown before piling back into his van. 

"Fuck kids."

[dere]

The inside of Commando Burgers, the toughest burgers in town, was exuding good vibes. Some classic tracks from the 50s were spreading from the jukebox, the smell of burgers, fries and malts wafted through the air, the lighting was bright and cheerful, in direct contrast to the dark, miserable atmosphere outside, and everyone was sitting with their friends. In the corner, at the largest booth, sat three friends enjoying themselves after school.

"Voyner is so lame, don't you think?" said the girl at the table, her name being Izzy "Lee" Daniels. Everyone just called her Izzy Lee, though. She got the name after watching a few Bruce Lee films, and she began to copy everything about her idol. Her bowl cut in Bruce Lee's style looked rather silly, but you wouldn't want to say anything to her face, because she would kick the shit out of you. "He always ruins my groove when I'm around him. Who does that guy think he is, having several accents?"

The other boy at the table didn't respond, sadly sipping from his egg cream. This was Nathaniel Alvarez, a rather shy boy who happened to be having a rather bad day. Even though he had an issue on the mind, he probably wouldn't bring it up unless someone else did. The boy next to Nathaniel patted his back rather forcefully. "Hey, Nathaniel, I heard about that D, tough shit man. Don't worry though, those tests aren't to be trusted. It's just our overlords attempting to fill our minds with their propaganda, man." This rather boisterous boy was Jacob B. Wallman, the sort of piece of shit hippie that your parents warn you about when you leave the house.

Nathaniel bit his lip, trying to stay upbeat. "Thanks... I guess. What did you get on it?"

"I got an A, I plan on going to college y'know fight the system from the inside. But if you wanna be a janitor that's cool."

"You all are squares for even taking the test." Izzy replied. "I know the exact number of tests I can fail and the number of days I can skip while still graduating.

"Oh," Said Nathaniel, feeling even worse than he felt before. He bit his lip again before looking at Jacob, hoping to brighten the mood. "So, uh, what are you up to? Going anywhere after school?"

"How the hell should I know, the future isn't now. Whatever the honeys aren't biting anymore I come down here, to Commando Burgers."

An awkward silence fell over the group.

A bell rang loudly, announcing a new customer. The group didn't really pay attention to it, instead drinking their malts and shakes, but they couldn't ignore the odd girl wearing a bandana who had walked up to their table.
 "Excuse me," she addressed the group, "Could you point me to Brick House High? You all look like highschoolers."

"Brick House High?" replied Izzy. "That's easy, I go there every day! You'll want to go up a few blocks, go down fifth, take a right, left, right, right...maybe I should just show you. Here, we'll pay the tab then get going. My name's Izzy Lee, what's yours?"

Joan looked towards the girl that addressed her, seemingly surprised that she had been acknowledged. "Hey," she greeted, "Joan. Lookin' for a 'Brick House High,' thats all."

"C-Could I go along? I-I mean, I really have nothing better to do." Stammered Nathan, not wanting to go home and face his parents. He didn't exactly like the prospect of going back to his home. Jacob looked sternly to his friend "Hold up." Jacob leaned to his side and tapped Nathan's forehead. A small flash of light occurred, and a deck of cards materialized in his hands, which Jacob promptly began to rifle through. "Hmmmm... you don't seem to be a part of the system, even if you are a bit of a square... Ooooh you've never kissed a girl heh, that sucks." Jacob casually dropped the cards, though they disappeared before they hit the table. "Sure, let's go."

The girls didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, but Nathan sure did.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT, DID HE TAKE CARDS FROM MY FOREHEAD?!

But on the outside, Nathan simply said, "Cool." and picked up his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder. The group of four promptly payed their tab to the woman at the front, Samantha, then exited Commando Burgers, the toughest burgers in town.

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Not too long after the four left, a much more... unique denizen of Kashmir walked through the doors.

The door to Commando Burgers, the toughest burgers in town, burst open, shaking the whole place and nearly causing hundreds of dollars of property damage. Everybody in the place looked with concerned eyes towards the front of the restaurant, but they quickly lost interest when they saw that the newest customer was just Snake Eyes Luthor.

The colorblind highschooler began to shimmy and groove through the establishment, pointing randomly at people who didn't want to acknowledge the fact that the boy existed. The boy hustled his way over to the counter, looking Samantha straight in the eyes, who quickly walked away in disgust. From the back came a cantankerous old man known only by "Pops". He was known for being a very uptight man, only coming out to yell at rowdy customers.

"Stop this commotion right at once, boy! You just about broke my doors!"

Snake Eyes Luthor snapped his fingers.

"ALABASTER!"

As he said this, he reached into his garish red jacket, quickly withdrawing a small bag of white powder. Snake Eyes Luthor lifted the bag up with his cane, sliding it on over to Pops. Pops looked towards the bag, then towards the boy.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, boy? Do you want me to call the cops?"

The boy completely ignored Pops, shimmying over to a recently vacated booth. He rubs his hands together and begins to gorge on a half eaten burger left behind by Jacob B. Wallman. Everyone looks away in shame.

[dere]

The word that best describes Kashmir is brown.

The hideously discolored sky, the sickly dark clouds that hung in the atmosphere, the ominous twisted mass of metal on the horizon that marked the Black District, the muddy water that filled every space, and the dying trees. All of these elements began to melt together, amalgamating into what you would call brown. Brown, brown, brown. And brown was what surrounded the group as they walked through this brown town. Izzy skipped ahead of the group, splashing into all of the muddy puddles on the sidewalk, rather excited to be meeting someone new. Not far behind was Joan, following Izzy to wherever she would be leading. Behind that was Jacob and Nathan, talking mostly to each other about music and girls.

"SOOOOO are you new to this town? Where do you live? What are you hobbies? Personally, I really like Kung Fu..." Izzy was a very talkative person, with more than enough energy.

"Yeah, just got here this morning. I'm staying with my aunt.... Somewhere. Not overly familiar with the geography yet." Her eyes rolled upwards towards the dark clouds as she thought. "And... I spend a lot of time trying to figure things out." She falls silent at her vague sentance for a second before continuing "And, uh, Kung-fu? That's pretty far-out. I do something similar."

She was referring to bare-knuckle brawling, but she figured it was the same sort of idea.

"...Oh, that's so awesome! We'll have so much to-
Oh, we're here. This is it, the Brick House High, one and only."

The group stopped beneath an apple tree to stare up towards the building they had just arrived at. The Brick House High was a very imposing building, rising up three stories to completely dominate the surrounding forested area. It almost seemed more like a fortress than a school, at times. The windows were very dark, to the point of being unable to see out of them. You could almost catch a pair of eyes staring out every so often, though...

The staring session was cut short, however, because the contents of the apple tree above the group's head suddenly rained down on them.

"Yuck! What the heck?" Izzy yelled, looking around and trying to find someone to fight. Nathan stood there, akwardly, not too sure of what to do about the apples. Seeing Nathan looking distressed, Jacob jumped in with his pseudobabble. "Don't worry Nathan, weird stuff happens around me, it's the conspiracy the mayor has orchestrated. He's trying to keep me from moving into a position of power so I can't upset the man's grip." And while that all was happening, Joan swept up a rock that'd been lying by her foot and launched it in what seemed to be a random direction.

But, it wasn't in a random direction. It was towards a very tall and handsome young man, one with flowing locks, a pair of aviators, and a motorcycle jacket. Not quite a greaser, but pretty close to it. He smoothly catches the rock, dropping it to the dirt below before walking slowly towards the group. "It's just some fruit, cats. Don't have a heart attack, rock-girl."

"Nice throw, soul sister, but I think I can do better than that." Izzy proceeded to pick up another apple and hurl it at incredible speed towards Jame's head, apparently just for the fun of it. Jacob snickered, remarking, "Women, give them 'feminism' they resort to violence, what's the world coming to Nathan?"

James caught the reflection of the apple in his aviators. He took a stern look at the apple, his hairdo rearranging itself before the apple dropped to the ground, losing all it's momentum. SHIT, THERE IT IS AGAIN! Nathan yelled on the inside. He considered talking to Jacob in private about it, but he decided against it, sighing in the meanwhile. Maybe it was just his imagination.

"Holy shit, he's got quite the hairdo on him." Izzy remarked, unfazed by the suspension of the laws of physics that she had just witnessed.

"Yeah... I wish I had groovy hair like that..." Nathan commented, still feeling a little uneasy.

"Eh, whatever. I seen better." Jacob crossed his arms and looked away with a pout.

"What the hell kinda nerd uses apples and rocks to fight?" The boy gave a smug smile towards the group. "Are you calling us nerds?" Izzy shouted angrily. "I mean, maybe these three are, but I'm most certainly not! I could beat you up, so I suggest you treat me with a little respect!" She looked rather heated about his little comment. But, Joan was a little more levelheaded. "OY!" she yelled at the boy with the pompadour. "Got a name?"

"I can see you ain't no candyass, girl. I'm talking about this one.." James snapped at Joan, "You can call me Mojo." Joan smirked in response. "Hey, I only return what's been dealt. Once you threw that first apple... well, then you were fair game." If James wasn't in aviators, it'd be apparent he was in shock. "And here I thought I was being so smooth. If you saw me, then fair's fair baby. We're straight." he said, tossing an apple up and down.

[dere]

Everyone stares at each other for a few moments, no one really feeling confident enough to speak up. The one to break the silence was Joan, remembering why she wanted to come to Brick House High. "Anyone here know where a Mr. Voyner is?" She looked expectantly around, since there were several people who could answer her question. Nathan nervously wrung out his hands in response. "I-I dunno, the last time I saw him he was packing up to leave the school. He's probably at home..." Mojo, on the other hand, had a more confident answer, chuckling at Joan. "That old stiff? He's probably in his classroom." Izzy put a finger up to her cheek as she gazed up to the brown sky. "Well, if that's the case, maybe we can still talk to him. You never know, ya know? We should check."

Joan nodded in agreement. "Sounds cool to me. Mind showing me the way?"

Mojo grinned. "Yeah, sure. No sweat off my back. I know him personally, so I've got this."

Mojo, Joan, and Izzy walked across the school yard, and Jacob and Nathan got ready to follow. Just when they were about to follow, though, they were interrupted by something curious. A leather jacket wearing teenager with long hair rounded the muddy street corner on his bicycle, going way, way too fast to be safe. He turned to look at the group, and his front tire hit an apple lying in the middle of the road. He flipped through the air several times, smacking into the ground with a violent impact that made his body flop like a ragdoll several meters away.

Nathan was horrified, but he couldn't help laughing. He definitely felt guilty for chuckling, but at the same time it was pretty funny, "I-I'm sorry for laughing" He said, still chuckling like a madman as he helped the strange kid up. "Y-you have a real nice jacket..." he remarked as he looked closer at the kid's clothing. The kid violently pushed Nathan away and took off the jacket, looking it over worriedly for about a full minute before smiling and putting it back on. He looks at Nathan and says. "Hey, you're... Nathan, right? We have math together."

"Uh, yeah... sorry but what was your name again?" Asked Nathan, not actually remembering the kid's face much at all.

The kid puts his hand out for a shake. "Joey, Joey Ramone." The shake was accepted, albeit nervously, as Nathan shook his hand, "Nathaniel Alvarez." Joey smiled and said, "Hey, you and your..." Joey says, looking behind Nathan. What he swore was a larger group turned out to just be one other guy. "...your friend wanna go to Commando Burger? I work there."

Nathan scratched the back of his head in an abashed manner. "Oh, sure, it's just we were planning on going to the school first, though. Y-you can come along if you want to." He began to sweat as he looked towards Joey Ramone.

"Yeah mayb-ah, SHIT!" Joey says, looking quickly at his watch, which was now a little cracked. "Pops is gonna be fucking pissed. Gotta go, see you later." And with that he hops back on his bike and rides off at breakneck speeds again, departing with a wave to Nathaniel.

Nathan gives a small, nervous wave back before going back to Jacob. "Come on, let's go."

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Mojo looked through one of the darkened windows of the school, taking a careful gaze through his aviators. "Yeah... just like I thought. Keep up the beat a little longer." They trudged through the knee high grass in front of the school, moving towards the side and towards what seemed to be some sort of storm shelter built into the side of the building.  Mojo viciously kicked on the door with his boots. "VOYNER I'M COMIN' IN," he yelled, and muffled shouting could be heard from inside. Mojo waited, snapping to a beat. "You gotta give em a minute to hide all the nukes." he deadpanned, before touching the handle and unlocking it... somehow. "After you."

"My, what a gentleman! Thanks, dude!" Izzy happily walked through.

Joan walked in through the door casually. "So, this Voyner. Square or what?"

"A-are we breaking into the basement!? I-isn't this against the law guys?" Nathan blurts out, suddenly reappearing with the group again. He had seen Mojo open the lock through some unknown means, and was looking at Mojo with a suspicious look. By now, he knew that something was up. "He's a stiff, but he's cool with Snake Eyes Luthor so he's cool with-" Mojo jumped a bit at Nathan's sudden declaration, "Oh, hey, it's uh, you. Yeah man, it's gonna be... a gas." As he said that, behind Mojo appeared what could only be described as a ghostly figure, a dark green spirit with a helmet that was reminescent of some sort of soldier. It's murky face looked towards Nathan, and Mojo waited for some sort of reaction.

Nathan fell back and landed on his ass, his field of view limited to Mojo because of thet all grass. "W-WHAT IS THAT?!" He yelled, pointing at the mysterious figure that appeared near Mojo.

The ghostly soldier suddenly dissappeared as Mojo flashed a grin. "Aha, that's just the smell of pigs. You get used to it."

Nathan gritted his teeth and got back to his feet, walking up to Mojo and trying to look him in the eye, even though the other boy was much taller than him. "N-no! I-I'm not gonna just forget what happened like I did before! You have another Special Ability, don't you?" He asked. As he said this, what appeared to be some sort of lizard crawled out of Nathan's backpack. It resembled a Gecko, but it had the paws of a lion, along with super sharp claws. It crawled onto Nathan's shoulder, and Nathan balled up his fists. "B-Because if you do... this is mine. I call him... Let it Roar. And, my friend Jacob has one too..."

The girls and Jacob had advanced down a small set of stairs, and were stuck at a locked door. Joan looked back and sighed. "What's wrong with you?" Izzy scoffed. "Boys. Always living in their own little worlds, am I right?" Jacob was in his own little world, looking at his fingers like they were tiny creatures. Nathan looked towards the girls with a concerned face. "Y-you don't see it? A man just appeared next to him, and Let it Roar is on my shoulder right now!" He said, pointing to the large gecko. He looked towards Mojo with a pleading look, as he didn't understand what was going on.

"Woah, woah, WOAH, CHILL, nerdlinger." Mojo said, hands up. "I was just covering my ass, know what I mean? It's called 'Sunshine' Superman. At night, it turns into 'Sunset' Superman. That's a mouthful, just call it Superman." He then stomped down the stairs, unlocking the second door with his power once again. "Sorry, I always forget I lock this one."

Nathan also went down the stairs, albeit much quieter. "So, they can't see it?"

Mojo shook his head. "You can only see 'em if you have one." Then, a voice rang through outside of the newly opened door, "MOJO I THOUGHT WE AGREED ON CODE WORDS! I STILL NEED TO GET CHARLIE IN HIS PEN."

Nathan's jaw almost hit the floor as he looked at Mojo incredulously. "C-Charlie? What the heck is ol' Voyner keeping down there?"

Mojo chuckled a bit as the group walked in. "More than you'd expect."

[dere]

Snake Eyes Luthor sat at the counter of Commando Burgers, scanning the place while the lights in the room dimmed. An upbeat disco song played, and all around, the customers were enjoying themselves. He reached back, and pulled up his drink, a nice think vanilla milkshake, as he looked up to the shining disco ball that spun about the ceiling. Luthor really acted like he owned the place, but if anything, everyone willingly ignored him if at all possible. The glass doors opened up and Joey entered the eatery. He navigated his way deftly around the customers, moving to the back of the restaurant to retrieve his apron. He decided to humor Luthor in the meantime. "Hey, how's it going Luther? I'm a little late today, got a big speech from my algebra teacher and crashed my bike. Yeah, I'm a real klutz, I know." 

Snake Eyes Luthor would snap his fingers upon hearing Joey's words, his ridiculous glasses hiding the disappointment in his eyes. 

"ALABASTER!" 

He cleared his throat and spoke up in a louder voice. "Snake Eyes Luthor would like to remind you, Mr. Joey, that Snake Eyes Luthor is pronounced with an O sound, and not an E. He can tell when "suckahs" be saying the wrong one, so he advises that you learn his name. Snake Eyes Luthor would also like to remind his employee that he should be saying the entire title, not just the Luthor bit." 

Snake Eyes Luthor reached up with his cane, the tyrannosaurus skull tip used to pull his glasses down his nose, so he and Joey looked eye to eye. 

"Can ya dig it?" 

All Joey could think was how much he wanted to kick Luthe-Luthots ass, but he decided to pity him instead. "Sure thing, Snake Eyes Luthor. Sure thing."

[dere]

Voyner looked up towards the entrance, wrestling with a pig that couldn't be entirely seen from where Joan and Izzy were. Lining the entire room were various odd and puzzling machines which hummed and whirred on their own. Their purpose couldn't quite be gleaned at this point, nor why Voyner was in such a place. "Who the fuck are you?" Voyner said plainly, looking rather annoyed at the intruders. "Joan! Joan Talent! I was supposed to come see you!" The girl was very happy to finally be meeting with Mr. Voyner, although she was also visibly confused as to why he was in such a weird place. "Do you need any help?" Jacob then interjected, saying, "Nice place you have here, not one for the man telling you how to decorate, how to live your life, I can dig it."

Voyner, finally attaching a few straps to the pig to keep it in the center of the room, wiped himself off and turned around. "Fine, yes, you can help. Get in here and pull levers."
 Joan had no objections with pulling levers, but she was more interested in what Voyner was fiddling with. "Is that a pig?" She asked, raising an eyebrow as she walked in. "Whoa, that's far out, man." Izzy remarked. "What kinda breed of pig is this?"

While this all was going on, Nathan and Mojo leaned next to the concrete wall of the entrance, talking to each other calmly. "I don't think we properly introduced ourselves. The name's Mojo, nice to meet you." Nathan nodded and smiled in a goodnatured way. "I'm Nathaniel, Nathaniel Alvarez. But uh, I guess you can call me Nathan... Mojo."

"This'll just be a minute I'm pretty sure. You know how it goes, don't you?"

"Uh, sure..." Nathan peeked in again, frowning when he saw the two girls petting an odd pig restrained to the floor in the middle of the room.

Mojo suddenly frowned. "Hey, you know, let's chill outside, shall we?" Mojo said, quickly pushing back Nathan and closing the door. "Sorry, but uh, you know how it goes, don't you?"

"...No, I really don't know how it goes. I think I should get going." Nathan began to trudge up the stairs, the dirty light from the outside shining down on the two boys.

"Hey, hey, don't be so hasty my dude." Mojo rushed up the stairs and stood in front of Nathan. "We just met, and now you're laming out on me? That's pretty square."

Nathan grimaced as he began to look annoyed and not nervous for once. "What's going on under here, Mojo?" He asked as he pointed back towards the basement. "None of that looks right. Is there something you don't want me to know about?"

"I have no idea. Are you Experienced or not?" Mojo said, getting slightly impatient.

"What do you mean Experienced? I don't know what's going on!" Nathan said, beginning to regret the whole thing.

"Hendrix! Do you like Hendrix!? Don't you know how to chat with a cat?"

"..."

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Back in the basement, Voyner was getting a little heated. "The pig is Mongolian. Yes. Didn't I say to start pulling levers!?" He pointed at a set of controls on the other side of the room. It didn't illicite the reaction he wanted, though. Izzy continued petting the pig, stating, "no way, teach. You have some explaining to do. When did YOU go to Mongolia?"

Those were the days. None of the fake diplomas, none of the hiding in a school. I'd blown up half of a Mongolian city and with my genius invention, and no one had known the better. If only I could remember what the hell it was, that'd probably be useful. I'd hidden those American military codes in clocks across Serbia for my comrades with the same device. But the pig, the PIG. It wasn't Mongolian. I'd just stolen it from a farm. But soon, the pig would-

Voyner noticed that he had been standing there stoically, not saying a word.

"Just pull a damn lever or I'll give you an F in everything under the sun."

"Whatever, teach. I guess I can't fail your class as well as Math." Izzy went and pulled the closest lever to her. Joan, also, began to move a set of levers. Static started to shoot around the basement as Voyner cackled with maniacal laughter. "Yes, YES, just a few more!" Voyner said, fiddling with oversized monitors and keyboards. As the pig in the middle of the room began to glow, Voyner laughed even harder. "YES! IT'S WORKING! DO IT CHARLIE!" With a mighty oink, a giant explosion rocked the room, knocking everyone in the room back but Voyner. As Izzy and Joan would come to, they'd see Voyner standing in the center, saluting to the now disappeared Charlie.

[dere]

"Hey, what was that!?" Nathan yelled, quickly rushing down to the basement after hearing a huge explosion. "Is everyone alright?" He asked, with Let it Roar still on his head. Joan and Izzy groaned as they opened their eyes again, feeling rather funny. Voyner finished his salute like a proper soldier, and turned to the girls. "Oh, I thought you'd be dead. I mean uh, great! You're not!" he declared.

"W--what the hell was that?!" screamed Joan. She was clearly not happy.

"Come on teach, think about your students safety once in a while, K? You TOTALLY ruined my groove back there." Izzy was also clearly not happy.

But, the two of them both felt that something was slightly off. They looked at the top of Nathan's head, and noticed a small monster sitting atop it. Izzy looked rather confused, and Joan was trying to figure out something in her head. Izzy was the first to speak up, saying, "Is... there something on your head?"

"Wait, you can see Let It Roar now?" Nathan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "It sounded like you couldn't see it before... but if that's true, then..." He looked towards Mojo with an accusatory look. "So that's what you and Voyner are doing down here? You gave them powers?"

"Yes, powers known as Stands." Jacob said, suddenly appearing from a corner that nobody was paying attention to. "My mom explained it as a manifestation of your spirit. Luckily the government doesn't know about them, or if they do, they can't do anything about them." he explained.

Nobody said anything for a good while.

Nobody knew what they were supposed to say.

"Well..." Nathan said slowly, trying to fill the vacant space in the air with something meaningful. "This is a lot to take in, for all of us. I guess we could, maybe, I dunno, go to Commando Burgers, the toughest burgers in town."

There was a bit of silence afterwards, but everybody nodded and muttered in agreement.

They would go to Commando Burgers, the toughest burgers in town.

[dere]

Dark.

A sort of soul crushing darkness with no hint of light. Something so vicious that it less resembles the absence of light than it's own cruel object. That's where Bill found himself.

Where am I?

Bill crawled around blindly for quite some time, looking for anything that could be an exit.

Nothing.

I'm hungry.

Soon he found what seemed to be a wall. he followed it until he found what seemed to be a door, then he turned what seemed to be a doorknob. He turned the object which seemed to be a doorknob for a while, to not much avail.

Please.

Very suddenly, he was able to turn the object which seemed like a doorknob, which allowed him to leave the place that seemed like a house.

He did not recognize the landscape outside. It was foreign. It was brown. It was menacing.

It was Kashmir.

Bill did not know where to go. Nor did Bill know what to do.

The only landmark in sight was a sign that read: Commando Burgers.

[dere]

Snake Eyes Luthor was continuing to sit at the counter of Commando Burgers, doing absolutely nothing but sitting on his ass. Yet, he still had a dumb grin on his face, completely content with doing absolutely nothing but sitting on his ass. His attention was moved elsewhere from his laziness, however, when, looking towards the front of the restaurant, he saw a rather unique customer walk in. A very short Japanese teenager with an admiral hat, his hungry eyes taking in his surroundings and he stood uncertainly in the middle of the restaurant. Something clicked in Snake Eyes Luthor's mind as he quickly hustled over the kid.

"Well, looky here, we got us a Jap who done boogied into the block without my knowledge. Freaky-deaky man, by still, probably got himself a gnarly tale to tell. Don't let this here harsh bong color this here town hoodish. Gimme five, and we can start T.C.B. ya dig? What are you square crew doing, having gay lunch? You gotta get vertical instead of horizontal my f*** Jap. You wanna do the horizontal hokey pokey with some oriental background actresses later, you know they can get vert."

"...英語の授業だった？...多分米国である..."
(...An English Lesson? ...This is probably America...)

"Jeepers Creepers my man, allow me to make my introductions. My name is Snake Eyes Luthor, the hippest, the baddest, the juciest jive cat in all of Kashmir. I be the main man around these parts, and my Jap man, I couldn't help but wonder as to how it is that a Jap found himself coming into my town, without Snake Eyes Luthor being aware of it."

"...How do you do? I'm fine, thank you, and you?"

Snake Eyes Luthor would motion towards a booth near the front of the restaurant. He wished for Bill to sit down, and explain how he got here.

Bill reluctantly sat down.

"You see... I don't know how I came here... or where here is. I am very sorry."

"What a tale, what a tale, my Jap kitty. Well, allow me to give you the skinny on Kashmir. Pops, that honkey suit over there, he be a bit of a P.O.W. considering he ain't digging the beat of equality. Partial to be a plastic man to you yellows, so I'd keep myself away. But, considering your predicament, Ol'Snake Eyes Luthor would be open to some propositions, seeing as he has some Mulah, and you be in need of the green."

"I do not follow."

"My personal Madam Bodacious will be pleased to service you Jap, now go do what it is you come to do, and remember, Snake Eyes Luthor don't forget his deals."

"...Alright."

As the conversation between Bill and Snake Eyes Luthor comes to a close, Nathan, Mojo, and the others walk into the restaurant, talking amongst themselves. Joey, who was nearly falling asleep at the register, waved towards Nathan. "Hey, Nathan...and you other people. Welcome to Commando Burgers, the toughest burgers in town." Nathan waved back to Joey. "Hey, Joey." He then turned back to his friends. "W-where do you guys want to sit?" He asked the group.

Joey pointed to a booth in the corner of the establishment, his face deathly serious. "You want to sit over there."

"Ah..." Nathan gulped. "G-got you."

[dere]

Durst is happily enjoying his meal in commando burgers 

"Man, these are great i just wish they made the sloppier..." 

At that moment durst starts twitching as if he was taken over by a demon 

"Motherfuckers!!!" He yells in a sharp womanlike voice as he starts trashing the place

---

Snake Eyes Luthor was about to greet his main playah, but then he saw a commotion coming from some narky prep on the otherside of the joint. Running a finger along the brim of his hat, he shook his head.

"Tch, tch, tch, tch, tch. Looks like Snake Eyes Luthor gonna need to show a brother how it is."

He got up, as on the Jukebox, Disco Inferno began to play.

"My Jam, My Jam."

He moved, as if gliding across the dance floor, towards the one who was wrecking his establishment. Then, he began to dance. As he started, an overriding urge to boogie down would well up within all inside Commando Burgers, almost everyone getting up, getting down, and getting funky within seconds. Snake Eyes Luthor however, stood head and shoulders over those who moved near him, a paragon of the dance, his hips flowing, his legs jiving, his arms shaking everything he got. As he grew closer and closer to Durst, who himself feel the powerful urge to dance, his thrashing turning more and more into a dance.

Coming up to Durst, his fly jive still flowing, he circled the man and began to speak.

"Listen here sucka, and lemme lay you a beat. This here be Snake Eyes Luthor's joint, and if you come to play, you take it out onto the streets, ya dig?"

---

Durst happily dances until his convusions start once more " nooooo, noooooo!!!!" He yells in a sharp voice"diiiiiiiiiiie!!!!" A huge bloody sword appears floatin arround him slashing all nearby objects

---

Snake Eyes Luthor would slide on over to Durst. Each rise and fall of the beat would mark a movement of Snake Eyes Luthor, as he'd dance around the slashing blade, his speed somehow faster then any normal man's should be. Once he was within range, he reached out with his left hand, gripping Durst by the throat.

"VULCAN NECK PINCH!"

With a squeeze, Snake Eyes Luthor would grip Durst, looking to knock him uconscious

---

Despite starting to bleed from his throat durst does nothing but lagh in an high pitch, the sword floating arround him slashes snake eyes back and turns into 3 ghosts that cling on to snake eyes, durst crawls up to him with his back turned to him and completely bent over backwards twitching like he is possesed
"Goood manners and costooooooms!!!!!!!" He yells with a sharp voice

---

Snake Eyes Luthor, upon seeing his neck pinch was not working, heard the woosh of the blade flowing through the air, and went down, down, down, his legs spreading into a split as he went onto the floor. Not missing a beat, he spun, and brought his feet together, circling the floor, until he got back to his feet, leaping into the air, as the three ghosts came after him. With his left hand, he reached up towards his hat, and flung it through the air, it's tip razor sharp, as it would go to slice through the oncoming ghosts.

---

Two of the flying ghosts get slashed and simply disapear, however the third on sticks to snake eyes, a that moment he slips on a banana peel as if having the ghost sticked to him was bad luck.
Durst rushes toward the fallen luther and starts scratching his eyes and yelling " diiiie diiiiiiiiie diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie!!!!!"

---

Everyone else decided to leave the establishment somewhere around this time, deciding to go to Commodore Records instead.

---

Durst gets back to his senses, he looks arroud only to find the collapsed man on the flood and the empty burger joint 

"Partie's over? Shucks...." He says as he stumbles out of commando burgers bleeding all over " humm i need to get this checked" he mutters

---

As Durst regained his senses, Snake Eyes Luthor rose up, looking down in anger at his now ruined suit.

"Oh now you done it nark, I'mma hafta lay a beatin on ya."

With that, he threw off his jacket, it's red fabric flowing down to the floor, as he cried out.

"The Beat Never Dies!"

Hit hat flew through the air, to land back on his hand, as the jukebox suddenly kicked on, The Hustle playing from it's speakers. It took him a moment to realize he was alone.

---

Durst collapses face first because of his wounds and in the ground he starts sleeping peacefully

[dere]

Outside of the restaurant, both the sun and the temperature was rapidly dropping. The western sky had begun to turn from dirty brown to a rich purple, and a few stars dotted the spaces in between the clouds. Bill gazed towards the sky thoughtfully, not exactly sure what he would be doing next. The one who noticed him happened to be Izzy. "Hey man, are you all right? you don't seem to be in the right place of mind." The boy turned around in response, and stayed quiet for a moment before responding with, "Why am I here?" He looked expectantly towards the group, hoping for a decent answer.

Jacob scoffed in response. "Wow, what a day for the freaks to show up, whatever let's go guys."

Bill looked down at the ground when he heard what Jacob had to say. "Yes... I am sorry for being a freak." Izzy frowned when she heard that, and she moved beside the boy and put her arm around him, giving him a warm smile. "Hey, Don't be sorry about that, it's all cool. Do you have somewhere to go tonight?" Bill sighed in response. "No. Yes. In a way." He was too honest to lie and too embarrassed to tell the truth.

"Well, you could come to the record shop with us and hang out. It's not really a big deal." Nathan said, feeling kinda sorry for the guy. He was rather pitiful, just standing out in the cold with nothing to do but stare at the sky. "Haha, yeah, c'mon man, it'll be a blast!" Izzy yelled, motioning for Bill to follow them.

"A-Alright. Sure." Bill looked down at the ground again as he cautiously followed the others to the record shop.

Maybe they'll find me a place to sleep... My parents would be so ashamed...

Izzy forcefully kicked the door open, shaking the whole store and causing the one lightbulb lighting the place to shake wildly. ""Hey, is anyone here?" She didn't wait for an answer as she walked straight into the store, leading the way for everyone else. The man behind the counter, his face in a newspaper, muttered something about private property but didn't pursue the subject.

Commodore Records was an incredibly claustrophobic space, with only enough room for one person to walk between the rows of shelves filled to the brim with records. The place smelled vaguely of coffee and newspapers, and the creaks of the floorboards felt rather cozy. In the back of the shop was a ladder to the second floor, which had even more records to choose from. Everyone found a spot in the store, idly chatted, and looked through the many, many shelves of records. After the excitement of the fight at Commando Burgers, the toughest burgers in down, it was a welcome change of pace.

[dere]

"Well, well, well." The voice of Snake Eyes Luthor came through loud and clear across Commodore Records. He casually walked over to the group, seemingly gliding across the floor with his ridiculous bedazzled shoes. Grinning, he slid over towards Mojo, fist extended, his other hand holding his cane. "Well, Out of Sight man, it be my main playah Mojo. I figured he'd on skedaddled on over to Commodores."

Mojo bumped Luthor's fist, glad that his friend had come. "Ha'awwwwwwwwww shit, if it ain't Snake Eyes Luthor. What's the haps daddy-o? Come for some tunes? Hey, I've got some news, all these cats except for the Jap have got some crazy powers, dog." Nathan flinched when Luthor walked into the room, to be honest, he didn't want to be seen in the same room as the awkward boy that everyone in town knew. Bill stopped rummaging through a crate of classical music and looked towards Luthor lazily, recognized his face, then left the record shop suddenly, making his way back to the house that he had found himself in earlier.

Snake Eyes Luthor would grin, looking over the group, nodding towards the ever familiar Japanese kid that he had seen earlier. However, he'd halt his gaze, before sliding on over to Joan.  "My man Mojo, you'd been hiding this here shagadelic mama? I'm was not aware our little slice of paradise, Kashmir, had been receiving such a foxy new resident." Then he looked over to Izzy, lowering his glasses, to wink at her. "Or perhaps our little home grown Jap is to blame for this oversight, the little hot pants. Ah no matter."  He reach up to his hat, rolling it down his arm, before spinning it in his fingers, and giving a curt bow to the new chick. Following this, he'd reach into his pocket, and withdraw a joint, and with a snap from the head of his cane, a small spark would light it up. Taking a puff from the drug, he'd let out a long sigh before looking toward Joan.

"You dig the green baby?"

"Just arrived this afternoon," Joan replied to Luthor, crossing her arms and leaning back. "Pretty fucked up day already. Think you can make it better?" Joan seemed to be somewhat entranced by Luthor's aura, being new to town. Luthor would merely grin. "Why, I think you'll find making it copasectic be a game Snake Eyes Luthor is all about. Tell me what you dig honey, and Snake Eyes Luthor can make it fly." Izzy, on the other hand, took a much more angry response to Luthor. "Hey, Kung Fu is Chinese, not Japanese! And don't look at me like that, it seriously creeps me out. I barely even know you!"

Mojo, having entirely glazed over the two girl's appearances earlier, now tilted his aviators down, staring straight at them. He moved to Luthor's side and put his hand up to his chin in thought. "Hey main man Snake Eyes, you know I don't mean no disrespect, and I can always dig a punka rocka momma, but don't you think this chick's a bit rough around the edges? Seems like she's all go and no show."

"The hell'd you just say to me?" Joan snapped, eyes locking onto Mojo. "Th' hell do you mean by that, boy?

Luthor quickly tried to defuse the situation by changing the topic to something completely different. "So, cool cat, word is you got some far out news for myself. What is it you wish to discuss my man, Snake Eyes Luthor be listening."

"These cats stumbled over that crazy stiff Voyner and now they can do all sorts of crazy shit, kinda like me."

"Shiiiieeet brothah, you mean to tell me the beat be flowing through these fine brick houses, and that.." He'd clear his throat, drawing a bit closer to Mojo, pointing to Nathan with his cane. "Nancy boy..." He'd return to normal volume. "By all that is funky, this be a reason to get down if I ever heard one. Course these cats should steer clear of Voyner, be pretty drag if he back outta our white powder deal, ya dig?"

Izzy interjected, getting impatient with Luthor. "Hey, don't talk to Nathan like that! You don't even know him!" Nathan, on the other hand, felt a little uncomfortable with being pointed at by Luthor, "U-Uh, Snake Eyes Luthor, is everything alright?" He asked, nervously sweating. Luthor struck him as the sort of person who you didn't want to get on your bad side. Mojo replied for Nathan, saying, "I hear ya Luthor, I'll make sure they stay outta Voyner's groove." Snake Eyes Luthor would chuckle, almost tussling Mojo's hair. "Groovy Dog, Groovy." Then, he turn back to the group. "If y'all got the appetite for some green, some powder, or some dy-no-mite tunes, ol'Snake Eyes Luthor is having a boogie down at his crib, and these here honeys and crawfords are invited!"

Joey sighs, looking a little uneasy. "I don't know if I can go, Tommy would whoop my ass if he found out I was taking drugs."

Snake Eyes Luthor would smile towards Joey. "Hey, hey, hey my brotha, you work hard, so I won't nark if you don't" He took another puff of his blunt, and let out a breath of the smoke into Joey's face, still grinning. Joey coughed a bit and gave Luthor a glare that would strike fear into most people. But not Snake Eyes Luthor. He was too dense.

"I'm not into that, but I'll come along," replied Joan, looking rather bored.

"I dunno, it's awfully late and my parents must be worried sick..." Nathan began to wring his hands and looking around the room, all the talk of drugs getting on his nerves.

"I mean... what's the worst that could happen, am I right?" Izzy said to Nathan, trying to reassure herself just as much as she was trying to reassure Nathan. "We'll just go to Luthor's party, dance a bit, then go home."

Mojo noticed Nathan's anxiety, and spoke up in a rather tense, directed voice. "Hey Nate, don't you wanna learn to chill the hell out? Look at you, stiff as a brick. We can lay down some Hendrix and take it easy." He looked towards the boy, his expression obscured by the aviators.

"I-I guess not. O-Okay, I'll go." Nathan replied, not wanting to be even more of an outcast than he already was.

Snake Eyes Luthor would hear the confirmation, and smile, holding his arms out to each side, his foot tapping. "Disco baby, let's roll on over to the Shag Van, "Blowin in the Wind", and ride on out to my crib, y'all dig?"Snake Eyes Luthor, not waiting for confirmation, would begin to strut outside towards a large van parked outside. It's sides were decorated with some psychedelic pictures of dolphins, stars and purple mist. On it's side, it sported the tagline "If this Van's a Rockin'". Snake Eye Luthor would unlock the van, and slide open the side door, revealing the shaggy interior, the scent of narcotics easily permeating the area. "Hop in kittens, time to party."

[dere]

With everyone piled into the van, Snake Eyes Luthor turned on the radio to the soul station, then put his foot down hard on the gas, the engine roaring loudly and the tires squealing, kicking up the muddy water in the street. He took another puff of his blunt, and soon, the Van was beginning to fill with the smoke. Snake Eyes Luthor had locked the windows shut, creating a suffocating atmosphere in the van. Speeding down the streets at barely legal speeds, he chuckled to himself, and shouted, "You cats havin' a ball yet?"

Oy," Joan called to Luthor, "Lay off. We've got better things to do than sit around all day, that's all." She didn't seem to enjoy the company of Luthor much. In response, Mojo leaned back in the shotgun seat and looked towards Joan with a judgmental gaze. "Chill out duchess, 'aight? We're gonna have fun tonight." At this point, Nathan had started coughing pretty badly due to all the smoke, "Luthor, could you please open a window?" He asked. "Seriously, this is insane Luthor, I better not get a contact high, I need my mind sharp." Jacob said, looking pretty pissed as well. "This sucks, man." Izzy noted with a pretty sour look.

Snake Eyes Luthor laughed to himself, then sped up even faster, somehow. "Sure, whatever." The windows in the back would begin to lower, allowing some breeze to get into the van. Everyone took a deep breath in response, thankful to be able to breathe again.

Snake Eyes Luthor would turned towards Mojo. "Blood, take the wheel." He let Mojo get his hands on the wheel before he turned around fully to face the group, his cane in hand. "Now listen hear cats, if any of you be narks, squares, or straight up working for the Fuzz, Snake Eyes Luthor don't want none of that. He don't mind it when Jack come to party, for, down back the wheels of time, ol Snake Eyes Luthor started out as a Jack. Just know that when y'all party with Snake Eyes Luthor, you get the promise of funky times, far out memories, and a bad rep once school resumes. You dig? Anyone can party, even if they ain't all that, because Snake Eyes Luthor believes there lives a playah in all of us." 

He reached out and poked Izzy in the chest. 

"Right here, just ready to boogie."

Izzy covered her chest with her arms and gave Luthor a look that could kill.

"O-Okay." Nathan said, not really believing what Luthor said. He hadn't really enjoyed the trip thus far at all. He was wishing that everyone could have stayed back at Commodore Records, just having a chill time.

Joey suddenly looked at Joan and Izzy after keeping quiet for a while. "So, Rosie, Paper Shaker, whats your deal?" He leaned forward, waiting for an answer expectantly. Izzy gave a rather confused look, not quite understanding what the boy meant. "My deal? What are you talking about? Do you mean my stand?" Joan gave a pretty straightforward answer, on the other hand. "Can't explain my deal, man. You gotta see it to believe it." Joey shook his head. "What I mean is, what's your story? What's you chicks' stories?"

"My story?" Izzy gazed upwards, thinking hard about what she would answer. "Well, there's not much to tell, really. I've lived in this town all my life. You know Kashmir. Nothing amazing happens here. Everything is ordinary." The girl sort of looked off to the side, thinking about who knows what.

"Nothin' spectacular," Joan shrugged. "Been on the streets a while, that's all. Not these streets, mind you. I've only been in the grand ol' USA for a year."

"So, Rosie, where were you before the US?"

"Where else? London, England, my man! Home of the punk scene!"

"Oh really? No kidding! I love punk. Hell, I love rock in general." Gazing up at the ceiling he says. "Goddamn am I tired of Beatles and Jimi."

The van suddenly came to a stop, and Snake Eyes Luthor looked into the back and grinned. "We're here."

[dere]

The sound of crackling gravel under tires had suddenly gone quiet, and everyone leaned towards the windows to see where they had ended up. From the looks of it, Luthor had driven the group all the way down the Black District, as they were parked right in front of some sort of abandoned factory or warehouse. The windows were cracked and dusty with prismatic colors scintillated through them at a steady rhythm. "Welcome to Shangri La, cats." Snake Eyes Luthor popped open his door and stumbled out, making his way out to the abandoned building. He looked as ridiculous as ever, with his bright red jacket getting dirty from dragging in the gravel and mud below, but he still tried to walk like he was the coolest person in town. He withdrew a key from his pocket, unlocked the front door to the warehouse, and entered inside, not waiting for the group. Mojo gave the group a stern look before following Luthor in.

Everyone looked at each other, gauging the responses of the others, and decided to also enter the abandoned building.

Inside the warehouse was one large empty room, filled with various items. The lights above shone down in a variety of colors, and a disco ball rotated around, reflecting the colors back down to the floor below. The main floor was tiled pad which changed colors incessantly, adding to the nauseating, sickening feeling inside of the place. In addition to all of these, there was a bar manned by a single bartender on the far side, a jukebox next to it, and a pool table not far off. A peacock strutted around for some reason, and Snake Eyes Luthor greeted it with a fist bump, even though the peacock didn't react to him.

"That's Mr.SizzlePop. He's pretty fly. Anyhoo, we got booze, we got powder, we got tunes, and green, and if some bodily plezza be yo thang, it can be here in a moment. Ol'Snake Eyes Luthor gonna go order some Za. Peace brothas and sistahs, make yourselves at home, you dig?"

Snake Eyes Luthor then ascended a staircase leading upstairs to an office which he had made into his room, leaving the others to their own devices.

Nathan decided that, even though he was feeling rather nervous, that he would go over to the bar. He sat down at the chair closest to the corner and leaned forward, trying to look cool for the lone bartender, an older man who looked rather tired.

"What'll it be, kid?" Asked the bartender while drying a glass. "O-One egg cream p-please." Said Nathan, looking incredibly uncomfortable. "We serve alcohol here, kid." remarked the bartender, chuckling to himself. "O-Oh, o-one beer please." Said Nathan, going a little red. He twiddled his thumbs, trying to calm himself down. The bartender suddenly dropped a glass of pale ale in front of the kid with a little more force than you would usually trust a glass with. Nathan gulped as he eyed the glass, which was dripping with foam. He decided he wouldn't drink, but this way, no-one would think he was a square since he ordered at least one thing. He sighed and looked across the bar, accidentally meeting the gaze of Mojo who was giving him the evil eye from the other end.

Not too far away, Izzy was by herself in a corner, looking around the room absentmindedly while crossing her arms. It seemed rather out of character for the energetic girl to be so contemplative, but she was decidedly out of her element here. She sighed and then scrutinized the second floor where Snake Eyes Luthor had disappeared to. "What's with this guy anyways..."

As she gazed towards the door, it suddenly burst open and expelled Snake Eyes Luthor. He had somehow gotten an even more ridiculous getup, a shiny purple suit bedazzled to hell and back. His pelvis swayed back and forth in an embarrasing display that would make most turn away. He then jumped towards the stairs and slid down the railing, descending back down onto the floor. The youth walked over to the bar, two blunts in his mouth and white powser near his nostrils. He sat down next to Mojo and began to chuckle at absolutely nothing. "My blood, hows it going, we got ourselves a Boogie Wonderland yet?"

"You know it daddy-o." replied Mojo, "But the thing is, the kung-fu chick and that Nate kid be freezing up. I'm gonna go chip away at that stone." He said, getting up out of his seat and moving towards Izzy. "Hey, Bruce Lee. You can't hide your kung fu spice from me, it's all cool in Boogie Wonderland. I'm more of a Clint Eastwood guy though, you dig Clint Eastwood?"

"Clint Eastwood? You mean the dude who plays cowboys? He's pretty cool I guess, but he'll never hold a candle to Mr. Lee."

"Of course, Eastwood doesn't do jack compared to Lee. I'm just a sucker for a cowboy and a revolver."

Meanwhile, Snake Eyes Luthor casually strolled towards Nathan, sitting down right next to him in a rather awkward way. "What it is my brotha, lemme lay it to ya straight, you look a little down." Nathan looked away from Luthor, hoping that he would disappear if he didn't look at him. "Oh, hey man. Uh, I'm okay, I just don't go to many parties." Luthor smirked, then replied, "Allow Snake Eyes Luthor to aid in your easing of attitude." He placed a little white baggie down before Nathan, taking a puff from the two blunts before withdrawing one and offering it to Nathan. "A puff of this, or a snort of that, and you'll be astronomically high brother. Let is flow, and maybe you'll find yourself feeling better then you've ever felt. S'all free, so it couldn't hurt right?"

And at the same time, Mojo was making the same sort of move that his partner had just made. "Speaking of, if you need to ease into the party, I can," he slid out a blunt from his jacket sleeve "...pony up." he finished, grinning at his own pun.

"I don't think so." Izzy deadpanned.

"I-I'm not too sure Luthor." Nathan stammered, getting scared at the prospect of doing drugs. "I-I mean, isn't this all illegal for a reason?"

"Come on, pussy cat, it can't hurt." Mojo replied. "A few puffs and you're off to heaven."

"Nathan, look at me. What do you see?" Luthor retorted. "A fly, jiving cat, the king of the crop, the Casanova of Brick House High, and she ain't name that due to her structure, and a playah on all fronts. I didn't get to my grooving state by listening to the man. You could be as hopping as me Nathan, if you just tried a bit. Can ya dig?"

"Yeah, no thanks, dude." Izzy made a disgusted sound then walked out the front door to get some fresh air.

Nathan, noticing Izzy leave, made a quick excuse then followed her out.

Mojo threw the blunt over his head and onto the counter. "What a sorry sack of squares man, I pull out the smooth moves and they won't even give the safest shit here a try." He kicked back with a puff of his own and went back to staring at the peacock. Luthor slid next to him, letting loose a sigh. "My man, I'm beginning to consider this here gathering to be quite a drag. It seems these bunnies don't be much for getting down." Mojo nodded. "Damn straight daddy-o, these guys are anything but the bee's knees."

Izzy and Nathan stood in the gravel outside of the abandoned building with their hands in their pockets, not saying a word. The twisted masses of metal and concrete that filled the industrial district loomed over them, making everything seem so very small in comparison. "What a drag, huh." Remarked Izzy. "Snake Eyes Luthor has been a real asshole tonight." Nathan nodded. "Y-yeah. This place really sucks." Joey had also went outside, feeling the party to be rather boring. He lit a cigarette and walked over to where the others were. "Hey, paper shaker. Real lame party, huh? You guys wanna bug out? Might take a while to get back home, but I don't mind a midnight stroll."

Izzy nodded, finally cracking a smile. "Yeah, let's get rolling. But I think we should see if Joan wants to leave with us as well. She seems pretty cool to me."

Joey sticked his head through the door. "HEY! ROSIE! Wanna roll with us? We're leaving this hippy shit behind."

Joan was currently engaged in some sort of argument with Mojo. They seemed to not enjoy each other's company very much. Mojo and Snake Eyes Luthor looked towards the entrance, their malicious gazes hidden by their sunglasses. Joan, on the other hand, seemed to be thankful for being able to leave. "I'll be out in a second!" She yelled. Luthor turned his gaze over to Joan, his face turning into a frown. "Do what you will mama, but the good times keep rolling here. If the squares be inviting you along, you can leave, but it will mean you jig in the company of narks and suits. The choice is yours."

"Go on," Joan grinned, standing up. "Fight me. C'mon, got any dignity left to defend?"

"J-Joan, m-maybe we should leave, like, now." Said Nathan, feeling some bad vibes from the whole scene.

Joey, on the other hand, didn't care about caution. He walked into the warehouse, went right up to Luthor, and let loose a mean hook him in his face. "If anyone here's a suit, its you Mr. I Think I Run The Burger Place. You ain't shit, and you never will be. Don't be coming back to Commando Burgers, got it? It's my territory now." He grabs Joan's shoulders. "Let's go."

[dere]

Snake Eyes Luthor fell a few feet behind him after the blow, rolling far enough to find his way onto the light up tile dance floor. He stumbled to his feet, his cane still in hand, and looked towards Joey in a bewildered way. "I suggest you take that bogus attitude elsewhere, got it?"

Upon hearing Joan say the word dignity, Mojo grimaced. Something inside of Mojo stirred upon that word, something deep within his blood. He took the bottle he was holding and sent what he called "spin energy" through it with the power of his Stand, and propelled it straight towards Joan.

Joan raised a hand to block the bottle instinctively, turning away. To her surprise, the bottle didn't break on contact with her raised arm, but instead fell to the ground harmlessly. "That the best you got?" She shouted, deciding not to question it for now. Joey reached in the pocket of his Leather Jacket and took out a switchblade and a small toy car. He pointed the blade at Luthor, grinning to himself. "I've been wanting to kick your ass for a while now, asshole." Izzy took a deep breath and went into her fighting stance, preparing herself mentally. "Some motherfucker always needs to be taught a lesson... We aren't gonna leave you hanging, soul sister." Meanwhile, Nathan cowered in the corner, trying his best to not look like a target.

As the peacock in the back began to caw, Snake Eyes Luthor sighed. "You whack man, I open my home to you, and I am the one with the bad vibes? Sucka, you should get with the times. No need for a Bone Jacking Greaser in this age of free lovin'. Now Snake Eyes Luthor will ask again, will you go with Peace? Or will Snake Eyes Luthor need to educate you on why the beat gives him strength? Mojo, do your thang."

Mojo angrily pointed towards Joan and Izzy, his ghostly spirit being summoned behind him as he yelled it's name, "SUNSET SUPERMAN." The ghost soldier, now with a much more imposing look thanks to the skull-like motif on it's face, pointed towards the disco ball on the ceiling and infused the energy known as "spin" into several beams of light, reflecting off of the ball and sending them straight towards the two girls. "Have you no honor? This is Sunset Superman's turf! Run the fuck away if you don't want to end up a broken record!"

"Honor ain't my style, Mojo boy!" Joan yelled, getting out of the way of the rays by diving behind the bar and searching for a weapon. Izzy did a quick roll forwards, and was able to avoid most of the beams but got clipped by one of them near her leg, causing a slight gash to appear. She whispered an expletive and looked back towards Mojo. It seemed he was getting ready to summon even more rays, which didn't bode well for Izzy. I've got to use my new power, he has a big advantage over me if I don't... Izzy stood up, closed her eyes, and focused all of her energy to summoning her new power. Come on... As the new beams were fired from Sunset Superman, Izzy suddenly opened up her eyes, knowing what she had to do.

"September..." She whispered. She nodded, becoming more confident. "SEPTEMBER... LET'S GROOVE." Right as the beams would have hit Izzy, she darted across the room at superhuman speeds, catching Mojo by surprise. Izzy then put her self-training in the arts of kung fu to use as she directed a series of roundhouse kicks with her right leg to Mojo's ribs, moving forwards and striking with decent force. Mojo got hit with the first three kicks, but then put his arms up to block the following attacks. Sunset Superman also put his hands in front of Mojo to lessen the blows even more. "Get the hell off of me!" He yelled as he pushed forward with all his strength to push Izzy off of him, who stumbled back a few meters.

At the same time, Jacob had ran onto the dance floor to try and use his Stand against Snake Eyes Luthor, followed quickly by Joey. However, Luthor was a very nimble target, dodging through any attempted attacks like it was some sort of orchestrated dance. He laughed at Jacob as he kept up his nimble dance. "This how it is brotha? You siding with the Greaser? I thought you'd have more respect for what Snake Eyes Luthor does. We both fight the Man, and yet these bad vibes have us at odds." Jacob continued to try and land a hit, even though one could easily tell that he was rather uncoordinated. "You're nothing but bad vibes, dude. I don't care if you fight the man, I don't want you on my side."

Jacob, not seeing much of an opening, yelled at Izzy. "You like Caddillacs, Paper Shaker?" Izzy, who was taking her fighting stance again, loosed up a bit and looked over towards Joey with a curious face. "I guess so, but why?" Joey grinned and summoned what looked to be a short robot behind him. "BLITZKRIEG BOP!" It snarled in an inhuman way before touching the toy car that Joey had been holding, which quickly grew into a life size 1937 cherry red Cadillac. "Haha!" Joey laughed and clapped his hands together. "Now that we got this... we should run."

Joey quickly opened the door and slid in, motioning for the others to hop in quickly. Nathan and Jacob quickly piled into the back, but Izzy stood back, still looking towards Mojo. "But, what about Joan? She's in a pretty bad spot!" Joey motioned again, this time more drastically. "Doesn't matter, get in quick!" Sure enough, Mojo had begun to charge towards Izzy, his Stand looking like it was charging up another attack. Getting the memo, Izzy dashed at an inhuman speed towards the car, taking a seat in shotgun.

The peacock in the back, which did absolutely nothing for a while, suddenly made a loud cawing noise. It's body began shifting and changing as it walked forward. A metal band around it's neck glowed white hot, growing with the ever changing mass of the Peacock. It's feathers were replaced with scales, and it's caws were becoming deeper and more dangerous. Within seconds, a tyrannosaurus rex stood where Mr. SizzlePop had.

"I offered you narks Kashmir on a silver platter, and you had the stones to throw it back in my face. Well that won't fly honeys, Snake Eyes Luthor don't take to this attack upon his bodily self, nor the aggravation you caused to Mr. SizzlePop. Now, Snake Eyes Luthor says you suckahs should pack it, and skedaddle, ya dig?"