JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Beloved Chaos - Chapter 4: Snakes on a Train?

March 4th, 2032, Early Afternoon
JoJo stepped out of Crash’s car, following Moira and Dean. Crash called from the driver’s
seat and told them to wait as he parked the car. A light breeze brushed past her skin,
lighter than could be expected for Chicago at this time of year. The sun shone in the sky,
another rarity. Unfortunately, she and the others would most likely be inside for the rest of
the day, signing papers and learning about their first assignment as the Speedwagon
Foundation’s Stand Investigative Team.


After a few minutes, Crash rejoined the group and led them inside the Chicago HQ of the
Speedwagon Foundation. Publicly, the Foundation was a researcher for medical technology
alongside a medical charity. However, the Foundation’s other purpose, hidden from the
public eye, was what the group had been brought there for; The combating of supernatural
threats to humanity. INSPIRATIONAL!


Passing by the front desk with ease (Crash was the Foundation’s chair, after all), the group
of four entered an immaculate elevator as Crash pulled an ID card from his wallet. Next to
the public access buttons sat a card scanner, to which Crash held up his ID. As he did so, a
panel on the wall of the elevator flipped, revealing a new set of buttons. Crash tapped the
button labelled “B-4,” and the elevator hummed to life, beginning its descent.


“So,” Dean remarked. “Is the spy tech in the elevator really necessary?”


“Not entirely,” Crash responded, chuckling. “but I grew up with James Bond movies. I
wanted to have a little fun.”


“Fair enough.” came the reply from Dean.


A moment later, the elevator doors slid open, revealing a pristine white hallway. Crash
tread out of the elevator, with the three young adults following him. At the end of the
hallway, they reached a door. Crash entered a code into a keypad, then turned and smiled.


“Welcome to the Speedwagon Foundation Supernatural Department, kids.”


The door swung open to reveal a large room, both horizontally and vertically, filled with
Foundation staff doing a multitude of things. Some chatted, others typed away furiously
on computers, others still walking to different locations with a purpose. There were
multiple doors along the sides of the room, with labels like “Locker Room” or
“Weird Stuff We Found.” On the wall opposite of the door were dozens of monitors, most
of which were off, though some displayed maps or images of locations in the city.
ASTONISHING!


Crash walked in and tread towards the monitor wall, and a young man handed him a slip of
paper on the way. The group loosely followed, still astonished by the room they had
entered. JoJo looked around herself multiple times, amazed by what Speedwagon had kept
secret from her. So this was what he did. Did law enforcement know? They had to, right?
Crash stepped onto a makeshift stage under the monitor wall and cleared his throat into a
microphone. The staff in the room turned to face the stage, and the kids listened in.


“Hey all,” Crash said into the mic. “how are we doin’ today?”


The staff clapped and responded with a multitude of responses. The unconventionality of
the situation confused JoJo, but she rolled with it.


“Good, good.” continued Crash. “So, I’ve got a couple announcements for y’all. First off,
Janis’s baby shower is on Sunday, should any of you wish to attend…”


Crash continued on for a few minutes, rambling on about some office politicking and
events, as well as cases they had received word of that would need working on. Finally,
after all that, Crash pointed to the group.


“…and last, but not least, those young folks are coming on as our new investigative team of
Stand Users. Make sure ya say hi and let ‘em know whatcha do. They’ve got Class B
clearance, so, ya know, be respectful. Okay, that’s it! Keep up the good work, team!”


The staff murmured to themselves and looked in the direction of JoJo, Moira and Dean.
Dean smiled awkwardly and pointed towards the staff, which led Moira to punch him in the
should to indicate he should stop. A woman stood and approached, holding out her hand.


“Roxanne Polis, at your service. I’ll be your direct supervisor.”


Ms. Polis showed them around the facility, showing them their lockers, as well as an empty
office they were assigned to share, then split them up between two other legal officers
and herself to get their contracts sorted out and signed. To keep it brief, let’s just say this
wasn’t very entertaining.


“…that’s about it. Any questions?”


JoJo sat back after flipping through her contract. Roxanne had tried to elaborate and
clarify things,but she didn’t quite get all the legalese and this conversation had been going
on for hours. INCREDIBLY BORING! Shaking herself back into the moment, JoJo smiles.


“No, I think I’m alright.”


Roxanne nods. “Good. Now, if you could just sign here-”


Before she could finish, the door slammed open. Crash stood in the doorframe, clearly very
agitated.


“JoJo, come with me. Your first assignment starts now.”


JoJo immediately stood up. “Oh thank God!”


Crash immediately turned away and began walking away. JoJo tread after him, trying to
keep up with his fast past. This left Roxanne alone in her office, confused as to what just
happened, with an unsigned contract laying in front of her.


Crash shook his head, “JoJo, there’s something going down on a Blue Line car. Dean and
Moira are all ready to go, they’ll brief you on the details. Got it?”

JoJo nodded. Crash smiled in response.


“Good.”


March 4th, 2032, Late Afternoon
JoJo and Dean sped down the highway in a Speedwagon Foundation van. The train they
were looking for was O’Hare-bound, so the trio split up; Moira would head for a train stop
in front of the car to get on, and JoJo would drive a van to chase the train car from the
road. Dean tagged along in the van.


“When should I see it?”

JoJo shook her head. “I’m not sure! The GPS isn’t happy with me going over the speed
limit, so it’s not showing me! Just keep an eye out!”


Dean rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath. “Real helpful, JoJo.”


“I heard that!”


Dean sighed and focused. If this train would show up, that would be fantastic. He was the
one who had to stop it, and the more time he had to think it through, the more scared he
got. Moira had to be on this train.


And in fact, she was. A bit earlier, Moira sat at Clarke/Lake. She twiddled her thumbs
when she heard a train pulling up. She got to her feet and popped her knuckles. The Blue
Line train pulled into place with a halting screech. As soon as the doors open, people piled
out, terrified of whatever was in the train. Moira smiled.


“I found my train.”


Stepping into the only car with another person, she stood in the thruway and stared down
her opponent.


Before Moira stood another woman, average build and dressed in gothic style. Her skin was
pale but her face was adorned with black makeup, and her entire face was framed by a
black scene haircut. She grinned at Moira and giggled maniacally, then leaned back with a
cocky tilt.


“Oh boy, I was expecting an actual threat, like the Joestar, to show up. I don’t even know
who you are, sweetie.”


Moira smirks, “The name’s Moira. Don’t bother giving me your name, though. It won’t
matter soon.”


“Oooooooh, I like you!” said the woman. “My name is Baby Snakes, and I’m gonna devour
you!”


From her back came a Stand, feminine and striking, with long flowing robes covering its
form. However, instead of a humanoid face, this Stand had the head of a serpent,
which hissed in Moira’s direction. MENACING!


“This is my Stand,” said Baby Snakes. “Its name is Malinalxochitl, Mal for short, and she’s
gonna make you ripe to eat!”


Baby Snakes cackled and rolled backwards. Moira sighed and rolled her eyes, adopting a
casual stance.


“Give up the act.”


Baby Snakes stopped laughing. She rolled back to her feet and growled.


“What did you say to me?”


“I said,” Moira replied. “Give up the act. The whole spooky goth chick thing. It’s a little
dated, don’tcha think?”


Baby Snakes started laughing lightly, then broke out into another cackling fit.


“Look, kid,” came the retort. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you’ll think twice
before sassing Baby Sna-”


“God, I’m gonna enjoy shutting you up.”


Suddenly, Moira began pulsing with a dark aura. Slowly, from her back, a Stand clawed its
way out. Skin white as ash, a muscular feminine humanoid form. From its head erupted
multiple tendrils of shadow, and on its back sat a large scythe. Moira looked up and stared
Baby Snakes in the eye, menacingly happy. The Stand behind her remained stoic, if not
threatening in its own way. POWER!


“You said your Stand was gonna make me ripe to eat. You said you were gonna devour me.”


Baby Snakes giggled nervously.


Moira adopted a pose, straightening her spine to enunciate her features. One hand ran
through her hair, while her other pointed directly at Baby Snakes. Moira’s Stand mirrored
this pose.


“How about you prove it?”

Will Moira’s confidence prove warranted, or will Baby Snakes be able to devour the
fledgling Stand User? What are JoJo and Dean doing in the van? Find out this and more in
the upcoming next chapter of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Beloved Chaos!

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