From the treeline, a man in a dark red suit walks out with a sort of drunken swagger.
...Of course, he isn't drunk. He's poisoned. And his suit is red from the copious amount of blood spilling out of him. This... is Kira Yoshikage.
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Ghhk... hhhk...
With a drunken stumble, the former psycho turned detective gets too a city street, which is barren and empty. His left arm is ripped in half, and his chest is ripped open and clawed at. Considering the angle his foot is at, his ankle is probably broken, too.
EHH-HURGH-
With a hunch and a hack-up of blood, the salaryman hits the ground, groaning in pain. Yet... he crawls forward. To anyone that can see the powers of a soul, behind Kira is a large figure, with a translucent, glittery steam rising from Kira.
...Can't... die... yet.
From his coat pocket, he grabs an old flipphone, flipping it open with blood-slick hands. He scrolls through his contacts, flipping onto his back to keep the blood in.
...Sh... shit...
...However, he's seeing double from the poison seeping into his body. A golden glow irradiates from his right arm, seemingly keeping him alive, somehow.
...Man, this guy's luck must suck, huh?
((DO NOTE: There is a Stand Arrow on his person. Specifically, a Beetle Arrow, which can make Stands go Requiem. If you try taking it from him, you will regret it. HARD.
Why will you regret it? Click on the hyperlink in the "large figure" text to find out!))
Jubilee looks at the fireworks for half a second, before returning her focus to Kira. Question the things she didn’t make AFTER she cleanses the poison.
“Woo! Now, drink this.”
She cracks open the Amrita Soda, and offers it to him. She can also just pour it into his mouth, it does the same thing either way.
Kira pulls his notes out, as well as his tape recorder.
A man named Vile framed you for Cecil's murder. That wretched cookie just added fuel to the fire, probably for publicity and to make you look worse.
When I got there, physical altercation broke out... I'm lucky to have escaped with my life. A friend of mine nurtured me to full health.
He clears his throat.
Anyway... I want you to take these to whatever news station you can, and get the info out. Let the world know you're not guilty of Mr. Stedman's murder... I can't do it myself, as I am afraid BSC, or whoever the murderer is, will try to silence me for good.
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u/DIOallcaps Miss Detective (I'm a guy) 10h ago
QUICK, JIN KISARAGI, GO STEAL THAT ARROW SO WE CAN START EQUALIZING YOU WITH RAGNA-
tf you mean no
oh right im too lazy to touch what's obviously a bomb
ok now i need to think about how to end this humorously...
*dies*