victory_road | Friday the thirteenth doesn't usually get this whacky

1. A Hamon Wife by Any Other Name

Erina Joestar had several talents. None of them involved punching ghosts, or magic sunlight energies, which was fine enough for her. Erina was perfectly satisfied not wishing for abilities she did not have to do her daily tasks. As it stood, it was her morning to make the tea and feed their free-roaming pokemon before Jonathan awakened. She had gotten just outside and knelt down to start the fire (Peda trundling behind her in search of extra treats). She took one deep breath, exhaled, and touched the ground.

And found herself in a foot-high patch of grass, quickly proliferating into too-early spring flowers, and spreading several feet in all directions of her.

"Jonathan! Jonathan! Help!" Thank goodness she hadn't managed to light the fire!

Jonathan woke up comparatively normal himself. Perhaps even too normal, but they won't go there. As it stands, the hunt for proper housing continues- which is perhaps not a good thing to be doing in the middle of November, but at the very least they now know to go hunting about in the Sevii Islands. Though perhaps they ought to get a hotel room during the holidays, so they're closer to the others..?

Hmm. Well, regardless, Erina is shouting, and Jonathan practically breaks out of the tent as a result.

"Erina!? Are you alright!?"

"Absolutely not!" Comes her horrified reply. Peda is, as Peda is wont, trying to help by stamping down the overgrowth. So far as she could reckon in her tea-deprived fog, none of their grass-type pokemon would simply grow a patch of grass for spite, and she is also fairly sure that all of them are sleeping or in their balls.

"All, all of this just sprung up when I was trying to make tea!" She might cry, she really might, this is not what one expects to deal with when trying to make one's spouse their breakfast. Burnt bacon, yes. But growing a small garden around one's feet? No.

"What?!" Suffice to say, he can see the overgrowth as well. Actually he can see quite a lot of it.

Unfortunately, he cannot feel what caused it. "An entire garden bed, right around you?" he repeats, clearly confused. "Are there no other pokemon save our own nearby?"

"No, it was only Peda and I. I, I just touched the ground and all of this!" Erina motioned to the growth around them with her tea kettle hand, "Simply appeared! All I did was sigh!"

Surely, there had to be a reasonable explanation to that wasn't that Erina simply manifested a very fecund green thumb.

"Just like that..?" Well. First order of business is comforting his wife. He's soon right there, holding her close, trying his best to console her. "I'm certain we can sort out just what is happening Erina. Don't you fret. At the very least, this is nothing unwelcome either! These plants look quite lovely in fact- I hadn't expected to see anything like it before we made our trip to the Sevii Islands."

"Yes, just so." Erina does not have an easy time putting her arms all around her husband, so she puts one arm around where she can and holds the kettle out to avoid getting his shirt caught on the spout.

"The flowers are lovely, but they have no business being in front of our fire."

Ah yes. The fire.

"Oh. Indeed not, those are quite the hazard..." Hmm. Well. He gets to work at pulling them free immediately then, even if it means leaving the embrace. "I'll simply clear these as quick as possible so that we can have our breakfast in that case, how is that?"

Erina nods slowly in agreement. Life without one's morning cup of fortification was not worth dealing with, she immediately decided. Even with the gentle nip of frost in the air, one needed something a bit more bracing than cold air to deal with whatever had just happened.

"I'm sorry to have roused you earlier than anticipated," Erina murmurs softly as she returns the kettle to its rightful place before she helps him clear the area. "I just cannot imagine what was done to cause all of this plant growth."

"It's quite alright- with the light in the sky, it seems to me that it was just about time for me to be waking up as it is. And while I can only imagine it was quite the fright, there is something wonderful to be experienced with a day where one is greeted by such lovely flowers framing an even lovelier woman."

Oh! He's pulling out all the stops today isn't he!

"Jojo!" Erina flushes pink and turns her head away, half-amused and half-embarrassed. She presses a kiss to his cheek before moving through their defeated grasses to where they kept their food. (Locked and hidden from both Peda and Blake.)

"Actually." She turns to face her husband, tilting her head at him. "Didn't you once touch a branch and make it bloom early?"

"Hm?" Well, he's gotten things cleared, and that makes one thing settled and done with. "A branch? Oh yes! When I first had the ability to use hamon awoken! I can't feel any of it right now, or I would certainly have demonstrated if you wished..."

"And you simply did so? I apologize, Jonathan, I never did get the chance to hear how it was all supposed to work." Their lives did, after all, get upended by a cheeky, frog-punching Italian. "You'll recall my experiences with it have been water-dancing, your arm suddenly being fixed, and watching Baron Zepelli punch a rock through a frog without killing it."

"Oh! Goodness you're entirely right...though I must confess I haven't much information on the exact workings of it. Hamon was the gathering of life energy- the energy of the sun itself. It concerned not only the flow of one's breath, but the flow of everything around- blood, water, anything alive and organic at all. That, at the very least, was how the hamon could affect a rock without harming the frog- and as well how it could heal! It brings life after all! ...Unfortunately I can't well explain precisely how beyond that."

Erina gave (as one might expect when faced with something not scientific at all) Jonathan a blank sort of look. "Well, I had wondered if it was something similar. After all, it only happened after I touched the ground. And quite suddenly, too."

She hummed softly as she returned with their breakfast for the morning (significantly more for Jonathan than herself, just by account of sheer bulk of her husband). "So I had thought maybe it was that, but. I... don't do such a thing. It must be a strange fluke."

Wh

"...What?" Hold on. "...You think you just used hamon? ...But that should typically be impossible for anyone here shouldn't it? ...For that matter, if you were to be using hamon now, why would it be that my own hasn't given so much as a spark?"

He sounds far more confused than upset- actually he's not upset at all. If Erina is using hamon, that's super neat!! That's really cool!! ...But also this is very confusing.

She is also confused by this. "Well, I... I don't know. I thought maybe you might have a better answer than I do. I'm fairly certain you can't pass that on," she makes a vague gesture to their bed, letting him fill in whatever gaps she can't.

Or won't. ~~Their pokemon children might hear!~~

More importantly, "How do I make it... not... do this?"

"Well, presuming it truly is hamon," he begins, quietly agreeing that that is Not how achieving hamon works, if this is, indeed, that, "It's controlled through a regular pattern of breathing. I suppose that breathing much slower, or quicker, would suffice when it comes to throwing it off...or even simply having an imbalanced breathing pattern..."

"I'm not sure I can change something that instinctual, but I shall certainly try." Erina motioned to their plantlife. "And the warm sensation, is that something you feel all the time?"

Fairly certain now that their breakfast and tea were not going to be horribly upset (or burnt because of errant plant growth), Erina kept her eyes on that as she spoke. "Father would've had quite a time figuring this all out." Magic breathing or not, it was quite an odd sensation.

"I imagine he very much would- as a doctor I would only expect him to be curious about all the ways in which hamon functioned...the warmth is indeed part of it however- it's the power of the sun itself after all!"

The sun is far more than merely warm, Jonathan!

"Well, I suppose that explains why you were so warm after he punched you in the solar plexus." She still didn't understand how a shattered arm could simply heal from a jab to the ribs, but they hadn't known the baron long enough for him to explain it to her.

"Oh yes, because of the diaphragm... ...He didn't do a very good job of explaining the matter, come to think." Oh dear.

Friday the thirteenth doesn't usually get this whacky

Erina Joestar | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure | OTA

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