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Jonathan Joestar Jonathan's unease was crushed by his iron determination. The catwalk he tetered across was perilious, being thin and rickety -- thick smog permeated the air, making it difficult to see very far from where he stood. This arena was, by far, the least accomodating he'd fought on to date.

Massive, non-descript machines toiled in the background, producing a world of steam and humidity. The catwalks crissed and crossed like a maze, layering into a vertical arena that only the nimble or flight-afluent could do battle within.

The man was clad in blue leather and iron pauldrons, gold studding his knuckle-dusters and kneeguards. A simple yet elegant sword sheathed on his back, Jonathan breathed in deeply -- ordinarily, it'd be dangerous to do so in this kind of environment, but he was able to purify his lungs with the very surging Hamon they produced. " ... So you're my opponent."

Jonathan could see his silhouette on a far-off crosswalk. "My name is Jonathan Joestar ... let us battle as befitting an honorable man!"

Jonathan takes a leap of faith, reaching into the tiny backpack strapped to his person to retrieve a chubby glowing star of sorts that he'd won in a race last christmas. Imbuing the living item with his ripple, he rears his arm back mid-air and hurls it like a boomerang!

        "Take that! A lucky star full of Hamon!"

His feet land with a clang on a lower path of pipes extending into a tri-section.
All-Seeing Eye      Synth-leather combat boots thud against the rickety catwalk, making the metal grates clang underfoot with each step. The dark utilitarian fatigues of an Autochthonian are tucked into those boots, and over the jumpsuit there is secured a black longcoat, made of the same material as the boots. All-Seeing Eye approaches Jonathan, stepping out from behind a rising curtain of steam. One hand is placed upon the narrow 'guard rail', but he walks with such confidence that it seems more a gesture of idle fancy than one of concern.

     "My designation All-Seeing Eye!" Eye removes his hand from the guard rail, takes a delighted breath, and greets his opponent with a fist-in-palm bow. "But you," he says, as he rises, "May call me 'Ollie' for short." The Exalt tosses his long, braided hair over one shoulder, and assumes an unusual fighting position--arms held out to either side at an angle, legs spread slightly apart, palms forward.

     The star finds its mark, impacting Eye's chest hard enough to knock him backwards. The Hamon infused projectile scorches the thick synthetic leather which protects his chest, bouncing off of him. His back hits the catwalk and sets the ground to rattling in a most unnerving fashion, but Eye is ready to leap back to his feet with the utmost confidence, making a nimble kip-up.

     When he rises, his warm, taupe brown skin has gone shock white, and his jaw, hands, and ears are now covered with dark metal augmentations resembling a brutalist art design. He lifts an arm overhead, lashing forward with it. Out from his sleeve snakes a lengthy steel cable, oscillating as it flies through the air. Eye has aimed it downwards, striking at his opponent's footing!
Jonathan Joestar The whip momentarily seems to knock Jonathan off his guard, but he quickly recovers by shifting his weight backwards, controlling his fall into a backflip. Before Ollie can retract his whip, Jonathan reaches out and grasps onto it!

Wrapping it around his arm in one deft motion, the massive mountain of muscle and nobility breathes in so deeply his chest visibly expands. "Koooooh!"

        The star-boomerang circles around his person before returning to his backpack. Sunny gold hues begin to ripple around his figure as brilliant thunder crackles between his knuckles, turning from the color of sunlight into a sharp and dazzling blue as Jonathan sends a surge of his ripple rushing through the metal line like a lightning strike.

        "METAL SILVER OVERDRIVE!"

With a tug to push off and close the distance, leaving a worrying dent in their footing, Jonathan intends to follow up on his counter-offensive with a fierce kick into his opponent's midsection.
All-Seeing Eye      The Ripple energy travels down the length of the whip and electrocutes the Exalt, who seems more delighted than shocked at this development. He laughs merrily, and calls the name of his own attack in response.

     "CONDUCTIVE PRINCIPLE OF AUTHORITY!"

     Purple lightning gathers in his body and travels down the length of his arm, racing to meet the Hamon energy sent up the weapon's length. Jojo's steadily gains ground against his, the two opposing currents locked in battle for a short time. The champagne diamond set in the Exalt's forehead sparks brightly from the exertion. Perhaps it's just a trick of the light but... the exertion of fighting against the Hamon seems to be drawing faint, pained faces to the front of that dark metal along his jaw, on his hands and over his ears. Is that... moaning? Over the hum of electricity?

     The effort of holding off the attack leaves him wide open to his opponent's kick. Eye is very much the opposite of Jojo, in terms of build. He's slim and svelte and not at all a 'mountain.' By appearances alone, the Ripple master should be able to just swing him around like a yo-yo. But when he tugs at the whip, it's as if he's tugging someone his own size. Eye grunts, bringing up his hands too late to mitigate the attack. He's struck squarely in the chest with a deep, impacting thud. The wind leaves him--Jonathan can hear it.

     But he bends into a back walkover, one leg after the other rising up and over his head to land firmly upon the ground. Eye cradles the spot, affixing Jonathan with a confident smile. As the Ripple user did, Eye takes a breath--but his is aided by something. Two dark metal panels, both with those same disturbing, quietly-moaning, oddly triangular faces, rise up from behind him. Above the din of machinery, there is now the sound of turbines spinning up.

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     As he comes back into an upright position, Eye loses the battle of lightning versus lightning, smoke rising from beneath his longcoat. But there are now two more whips in the fray. Unlike the other, they are both conjured of pure electrical energy, that same shade of purple. Eye strikes out with both in a cross-attack, each spiraling towards the other and making an elegant double helix pattern which strikes out for Jonathan's hand in an effort to ensnare it.
Jonathan Joestar "What...? Even though he's so small, it's like trying to pull a linebacker..!"

The dark and moaning metal is unsettling but Jonathan braves it none the less, his courage fortified by the many trials he's faced until now. Of course, such a thing is still rather 'out there' as the saying could go. It almost reminded him of Doobie's horrible face.

Jonathan narrows his eyes, reaching up to draw his sword of Luck & Pluck to meet the helix of purple lightning!

Charging through, the electrical attack racks his arms with spasms from the residual electric charge, leaving minor burns across his biceps and fingertips as he brute-forces his way straight into his opponent's guard, intent on pommeling him with the butt of his blade before rearing one hand back into a fist.

His Hamon suddenly began to flare into a crimson color, igniting his fist into a bright scarlet fire. "Explode, SCARLET RED OVERDRIVE!!"

Jonathan shoots his arm out in a jab straight for the smouldering spot he'd hit previously with his magic star, the ripple-flame coating his fist detonating like a bomb on contact.
All-Seeing Eye      As many of Jonathan's friends and enemies have likely noted, those who make assumptions about his fighting style often see the folly of doing so. Eye learns too late that Jonathan seems to rely on brute strength and raw determination rather than finesse. Startled by the charge, he raises his arms to block.

     More surprising than his weight is that punching the Exalt's arms is like punching metal. Jonathan can hear some fine, minute machinery or other whining as he struggles to stop the pommel blow. Such is his opponent's strength that Eye's guard is forced wide open, and the smoldering spot from Jojo's thrown weapon is easily struck by Scarlet Red Overdrive.

     The explosion sears a hole in his leather coat, revealing beneath it a smoldering crater of a wound. The odd spark escapes it at random intervals, and Eye is thrown off of his feet, his agility Charms working overtime to find suitable purchase by the time he lands. His lightning-whips fly out around him like the tendrils of a jellyfish. If Jonathan releases his hold on the steel cable, then it, too, does the same. He orients himself in the air and turns with his stomach parallel to the ground, his smile now more determined than saccharine.

     Eye prepares a quip--but his impact taken with the weight of himself and Jonathan proves too much for their section of railing to handle, after the earlier dent from Jonathan. With a groan that becomes a screech, a section of catwalk collapses beneath Eye, nearly dumping him into a freefall towards the smog-belching machinery below. With a grunt, the Exalt flings an arm forward and makes a scissor kick with his legs.

     He is now suspended over the gap, held in the air by a lightning whip and another steel cable whip from one arm. Two /more/ such whips have emerged from his ankles, holding him taut over the perilous drop below. His face rises to meet Jonathan, and he grins widely, making a single, throaty chuckle. "Your strength is admirable, Jonathan Joestar... but let us now test your fortitude!" Jojo can now see two spinning turbines on the svelte cyborg's shoulderblades, which increase their speed significantly. Electrical energy surges from his center of mass through his arms, and into the metal catwalk beneath his noble, musclebound opponent.

     This isn't the most shocking, however. Those bright, vibrant golden eyes disappear with a mechanical click, and are replaced with two pitiless, black steel nodules. Each one spits out a barrage of lightning blasts to harass his opponent further!
Jonathan Joestar Jonathan lets out a yelp of surprise as they both tumble in the steam. Jonathan manages to save himself by undoing his belt and using it as a whip to latch onto a nearby gear, swaying with the rotation. "I almost gave up the ghost...!"

"I thank you, 'Ollie' ... but you'll find my fortitude is as great as my strength -- ?!"

Lightning surges through him with pain as sharp as a knife. Jonathan knew that if he let go, he'd be sent into a total defeat on the electrified grating below ... but if he stayed here, he'd be roasted alive just the same.

Reaching back into his pack, Jonathan retrieves his magical star once more, before hurling it. "It's not much, but ... I'll stake my faith in this lucky star! Go!"

The glowing makeshift boomerang is poised to strike at what the All-Seeing Eye was anchored to and send him plummeting into his own electric trap below!
All-Seeing Eye      Jonathan's projectile strikes true, wresting what's left of Eye's perch off of its housing with a metallic creak. It's a bit like trying to get an ornery cat off of something, though--as soon as one limb is in danger, he flicks it over to a piston nearby Joseph's gear. The whip struggles to find purchase until the last second, but Ollie makes it, and tugs himself into a leap to land atop the flat surface.

     "Indeed I have," calls Eye from the piston with a laugh, struggling to stand atop it for the rapid up-and-down movement. Finding the footing to be too precarious, he hunches down, and makes a lateral leap, lashing out with the four whips held and attached to his hands. They ensnare the vertically oriented gear which turns the one that Jonathan now clings to with his belt.

     Eye walks atop its rotating surface, keeping time with the machine. The steel cables attached to his wrists and ankles snake back into his body with an oscillating sound, and he looks down his nose at Jojo with a smug grin. "Find your footing, Citizen Joestar... I will allow it." Notably, the lightning whips remain clenched in his hands.

     "...but I will not make it easy! "LIVE WIRE FORM!" With a crackle, and while keeping pace with his gear, he makes several lashes at Jonathan's position, harassing any attempt to get onto solid footing. The lightning whips zig-zag unnaturally as they make their strikes.
Jonathan Joestar Using his belt as leverage, Jonathan kicks up from his position, grasping onto gear with his hands, nicked by glancing lashes of electric whips even as he twists and turns to avoid the brunt. "Hn...!"

But, find his footing he does, leaving them both in a precarious position. One wrong slip would send them tumbling straight down. Jonathan's singed fingertips and aching body was a sign that he wouldn't be able to take much more of the electrical attacks his foe could produce, and standing there, he realized that it would all come down to this.

"You've been a daring and powerful opponent, Ollie. No matter the outcome, this was a rigorous bout ... but now, I'll take it to the conclusion! Kooooh!"

Jonathan slams his hand against the machinery. "SENDO HAMON!"

His ripple travels through the wall to surge into his foe in a sudden burst!

Jonathan uses this to initiate a telescoping punch as he hops forward, nimbly sticking his foot into one of the gears' crooks to have relatively stable footing in his advance. "And now, the true ... !!"

    "SUNLIGHT YELLOW .. OVERDRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!"

Jonathan spears his open hand forward and attempts to bury his fingers deep into his opponent's lower-torso, raw and undiluted Hamon blasting from his extremity like a geyser -- it was not transformed into flame or a form similar to lightning. It was like being exposed to the very sun itself. "HOAAAAAAAAAAAH!!"
All-Seeing Eye      The burst of Ripple energy locks Ollie in place and sets his teeth to clenching. The moaning from his augmentations grows so loud as to be heard fully over the machinery all around them. It sounds like the wailing of the condemned, in so many words, as if the factory were burning down and each one knew, beyond doubt, that no one would come to save them. Interspersed with the wailing is whispering in a dead language the Translation Effect doesn't render--as if it were struck from the record.

     When Sunlight Yellow Overdrive catches him, its effect is undeniable, yet also confusing. Parts of Eye give way like crumpling paper, and his augmentations overheat to the point that acrid, foul smelling smoke rises up from below his coat and filters out from his clothes in other places, even weeping from his eyes and ears. Yet other parts of it react as living, breathing flesh does. It's as if parts of him are undead and parts aren't. The lengths of purple lightning in his hands dissipate and the turbines on his back blow out in a spectacular fashion, shooting pillars of white-hot flame behind him as well as a spray of deadly sharp shrapnel.

     The longcoat and the upper portion of the jumpsuit beneath it have burned away into cinders. Some of the synthetic leather is melted to the cyborg's skin--and with his form now revealed there can be no doubt he /is/ a cyborg. His arms are entirely mechanical, covered in articulated, brutalist plates of that same dark metal, with rubber and fabric beneath to serve as complex synthetic musculature. Eye stands limply with Jonathan's fingers buried in his gut, his head bowed as if unconscious. Something oily and black leaks onto the Ripple user's hand, more like a machine than a man. The shock-white skin around the point of impact, and the earlier impact of his Scarlet Red Overdrive, crumbles and flakes away like brittle clay, revealing the same synthetic musculature, as well as blackened servos and circuit pathways.

     There is a moment of silence.

     The soulgem in Ollie's forehead sparks purple.

INITIALIZING SOFT BOOT

     The Alchemical's head snaps upright, still bearing those black steel nodules. Jonathan can see triangular, moaning faces trapped even within them for a split second before a blistering flurry of lightning blasts streaks out from them. His arms lift, and with a menacing -click- two repeating crossbows, fully loaded with sleek metallic darts, pop up from his wrists. He holds them completely away from Jonathan, his arms moving with clockwork precision and the whine of overworked, fizzling servos. The area around the two men is soon a swarm of metallic darts, bouncing off of machines, grating, even the ceiling and floor to try and simply blast Jonathan into submission point-blank!
Jonathan Joestar The gentleman's face is awash with shock --- he hadn't expected such an ... odd reaction to his Hamon. He had presumed that his foe had some kind of cybernetic augmentation about him but, the way his body was reacting, it was as if parts of him were Zombified and others were still living flesh. He couldn't wrap his head around it.

    "Is that ... oil .... ?"

Jonathan isn't given time to give the matter further thought, as the All-Seeing Eye's body showed an abrupt reaction. "Hn!!"

Guarding his vital points, Jonathan's body is pelted from virtually every angle by metallic darts, to the point he begins to tumble off of the gears. Yet, he makes a desparate grab for Ollie, his instincts demanding he does so, dragging him with Jonathan as they fall, the bigger man intending to leverage himself against the cyborg as they smash straight through the grating below, intent to separate afterwards so that he can save himself, clinging to machinery, while the other plummets into the abyss.
All-Seeing Eye      Ollie is manhandled by Jonathan, an equally heavy foe and one catching him unaware. To the very end, this Joestar man is stubborn. He kind of admires it, actually--that sheer determination to the point of recklessness is something they have in common. It's just taken this long to notice it because their fighting styles are so different. It might seem strange to think these thoughts tumbling to his potential defeat, but when one can see completely around one's self, it sometimes affords a measure of calm.

     The Alchemical plummets in free fall, without many options to save himself. Jonathan finds purchase. Against a foe like him, close quarters would be a mistake. There! Eye casts two whips out in a Y pattern, one on either side, aiming to evenly distribute his weight between two turning gears. It works--for roughly a second, before the gears prove too strong for his badly damaged augmentations to handle.

     After being so thoroughly fried, the stubborn Soulsteel augmentations still hold. The alloys which hold them to his body do not. The gears tear his arms off. To Eye's credit, he flings his legs upwards, trying to catch a passing overhang with the whips in his ankles. He passes it too quickly to save himself, and he impacts the electrified floor below with a painful noise resembling a bug zapper.

     An alarm sounds, similar to those which sounded during the heyday of factories like this, signaling the injury of a worker--and the end of the bout. Ollie's severed cybernetic arms spin gruesomely in slow circles a little ways away from Jonathan, still sparking.
Jonathan Joestar Clinging onto the bottom of a large piston, Jonathan cranes his head to view Ollie as he continues to plummet, desparately trying to stop his descent. And eventually...

With a powerful, electric crackle, the klaxon blares in finality. The large man releases a sigh of relief, hanging only by what little strength remains in his burnt-and-punctured arms for what feels like an eternity more before their surroundings begin to evaporate like morning dew. Even Ollie's dismemberment seems to reverse as they find themselves returned to the base state of the Shrine of Adversity.

Jonathan looks down at his healed hands and breathes in fresh air, before ultimately pushing himself up. "Our bout truly came down to the wire ... you were a fierce opponent, Ollie."

    Jonathan extends his gloved hand.
All-Seeing Eye      Eye accepts Jonathan's hand, gladly, once he has a hand to do so. As the Shrine does its work, Jonathan gets a chance to see those augmentations in pristine condition, before it repairs the longcoat too. "Down to the 'wire' indeed," he says with a grin. His handshake is firm. "I never expected to be pushed so hard in my element. Your Overdrives are every bit a match for my Live Wire Style! I will keep a close eye on you for the rest of this tournament. Good luck to you, Citizen Joestar!"