[Okay, there are several things wrong with this picture.
One can forgive Jonathan for some level of reasonable confusion, after being pulled into these circumstances so suddenly, but he can't decide whether he should be more distressed at the current moment, or outright perplexed. His initial reaction to the body laying in a heap at his feet is panic and intense concern, crouching down and wondering where on Earth he should feel for a pulse. He's immediately worried that his memory of the past few moments is uncharacteristically blurry, but as he comes to realize he's holding a murder weapon in his palm, the situation only becomes further complicated.]
What is the meaning of this?!
[It's an egg.
He's holding an egg. An unboiled, perfectly intact egg, at that, aside from a blood splatter staining the surface. He may be an archaeology major, but he's been educated enough in physics and the sciences at large to know this situation is just about impossible. And yet...
He's about to further voice how perplexed he is when the doors open up behind him, and he spins around, still holding the bloodied egg and failing to realize this may look somewhat incriminating.]
Is someone there?
phase iv;
[To say that Jonathan is on edge would be a gross understatement. Every step he takes is made with great caution, glancing around the empty hallway for any kindred spirit who isn't about to pronounce him a vagrant or a murderer. His own quiet, rhythmic breathing punctuates the near-silence, and for a moment he thinks he's alone, until--]
S-Someone is crying!
[His footsteps immediately gain purpose as he bounds down the corridor, looking for the source of the noise. In this moment, he has little concern for himself. Whoever else is in this mansion is almost certainly frightened, could be hurt, and he's not about to let any other murders take place.]
Whoever you are, stay safe! I'll be there as soon as I can!
[Then there's a wail, the lights go dark, and Jonathan realizes that he is certainly not alone.
It's at this moment that he's grateful for his years playing rugby in university because his legs are moving underneath him like pistons, and he has a feeling it will be a while before he stops running.]
bonus;
At last, I have uncovered your heinous plot. I can scarcely believe this, and yet...
[The spotlight snaps to Jonathan as he takes the pipe between his fingers. The detective outfit is really quite befitting of him, actually. He paces around the ballroom with his back to you, seeming tense yet conflicted, before turning around with a flourish, his glare burning holes through whoever is unfortunate enough to be his chief suspect.]
All this time, you must have been working against us!
jonathan joestar | jojo's bizarre adventure
[Okay, there are several things wrong with this picture.
One can forgive Jonathan for some level of reasonable confusion, after being pulled into these circumstances so suddenly, but he can't decide whether he should be more distressed at the current moment, or outright perplexed. His initial reaction to the body laying in a heap at his feet is panic and intense concern, crouching down and wondering where on Earth he should feel for a pulse. He's immediately worried that his memory of the past few moments is uncharacteristically blurry, but as he comes to realize he's holding a murder weapon in his palm, the situation only becomes further complicated.]
What is the meaning of this?!
[It's an egg.
He's holding an egg. An unboiled, perfectly intact egg, at that, aside from a blood splatter staining the surface. He may be an archaeology major, but he's been educated enough in physics and the sciences at large to know this situation is just about impossible. And yet...
He's about to further voice how perplexed he is when the doors open up behind him, and he spins around, still holding the bloodied egg and failing to realize this may look somewhat incriminating.]
Is someone there?
phase iv;
[To say that Jonathan is on edge would be a gross understatement. Every step he takes is made with great caution, glancing around the empty hallway for any kindred spirit who isn't about to pronounce him a vagrant or a murderer. His own quiet, rhythmic breathing punctuates the near-silence, and for a moment he thinks he's alone, until--]
S-Someone is crying!
[His footsteps immediately gain purpose as he bounds down the corridor, looking for the source of the noise. In this moment, he has little concern for himself. Whoever else is in this mansion is almost certainly frightened, could be hurt, and he's not about to let any other murders take place.]
Whoever you are, stay safe! I'll be there as soon as I can!
[Then there's a wail, the lights go dark, and Jonathan realizes that he is certainly not alone.
It's at this moment that he's grateful for his years playing rugby in university because his legs are moving underneath him like pistons, and he has a feeling it will be a while before he stops running.]
bonus;
At last, I have uncovered your heinous plot. I can scarcely believe this, and yet...
[The spotlight snaps to Jonathan as he takes the pipe between his fingers. The detective outfit is really quite befitting of him, actually. He paces around the ballroom with his back to you, seeming tense yet conflicted, before turning around with a flourish, his glare burning holes through whoever is unfortunate enough to be his chief suspect.]
All this time, you must have been working against us!