Mormon JoJo's

       “And I think that wraps up our meeting.” John Paul exclaimed as he got up from the table. He quickly turned away from the table and walked out into the sea of grey that was the hallway because apparently the builders of the building really liked grey paint, like really liked it, in a weird way. Or maybe they had to mutch grey and not enough of anything else, Who knows, James thought.

      James and everyone else had just disused a plan on what to do next. According to the great John Paul, acting in around a week or so would be beneficial to beating Santa and Dommy, Especially now that everyone had their Catholic or Protestant powers. The main thing for everyone besides John Paul to do was just practice so they stood a better chance.

      “There’s only a few of us left now. If only we could just go and play Destiny together.” James said allowed, more to himself than anyone else. Only Emma, James Xerksize P.h.D., and Jimmy were left after Lee sadly died. They all wore somber expressions as they looked at each other on the grey table.

      “And we finna have da week before we finna brawl Dommy.” Xerksize PhD said in agreement. It could be said that a somber atmosphere was flowing above everyone’s heads in the room. This wasn’t a game anymore, but real life.

      “Ok Everyone, listen up. So we’re in danger, and everything that could go wrong apparently is, but lest cheer up! We have a week before we fight, and we can prepare for them. We can practice, learn, and study. What is better than that.” Said Emma.

      “We got a finna week. Dat, not enough time bruh. We no gonna work dude.” Xerksize PhD stood up and slammed his hands on the table. The table started to turn black like ink and form words that described the table. The word grey could be seen several times in different languages. In fact, it was practically the only word on the table.

      Everyone stood up, not wanting the words to get on them. That was Xerksize PhDs ability, description. By touching an object, he could turn it into words describing the thing. The only downside, as he found out very quickly, is that it activated very quickly at times of extreme emotion.

      That led to Jimmy, for the second time in the novel, to speak. “I mean, we could use the Catholic Uni-” He stopped as everyone stared at him. James looked around, confused at what everyone had become. “We don't mention the objects that shouldn't be named,” Emma said like she was in a trance. Then, suddenly as it started, everyone looked normal, like nothing had happened.

      Jimmy looked freaked out, and sank into the shadows, literally. His ability was shadow morphing. It allowed him to dive into shadows and move around in them, sort of like a fish in water.

      James shook his head. “I must have been hallucinating.” Just as he was about to comment on what just happened however, he heard loud footsteps echoing through the hallway. It was like some device force was preventing him from bringing up those objects.

      Someone James didn't recognize ran into the room, panting like a dog. He was wearing a yellow plaid button up shirt, with what looked to be a red tee-shirt under it. Through the middle of the button up shirt, which was unbuttoned, a white face could be seen, smiling like a madman. Under that he had a pair of jeans and what looked to be cowboy boots.

      The most distinctive part of him however was his bowl haircut, cut perfectly symmetrical to create a perfect circle around his head. If you cut off his head and turned it upside down, it could possibly be passed off as half of a very hairy coconut.

      When his panting finally stopped, he looked at everyone and spoke in a deep country voice. “What's up y'all, Im Motifa. John Paul sent me to join yall on whatever shindig yall got yourselves on about.”

      Everyone stayed quiet for a few seconds, not sure how to respond. Motifa was not what they were expecting, not that they were expecting anyone in the first place, but his visit still came as a surprise.

      James thought back to the hallway of rooms that they all slept in. There was one with pictures of sinkholes on it, talking about how dangerous they were. The name on that door had been Motifa too, so they were probably the same person.

      “I understand that yall think this a school for the mute and all, but a little reaction would be appreciated. Anyway, I'm trained in that Catholic power stuff as well. Watch this.

      Motifa put his hand on the floor, which immediately started to change. It got lower and fell. It was a sinkhole. The second that he used his ability however, Motifa jumped back and curled up into a ball, looking like he was terrified for his life.

      “Sinkhole. Sinkhole. No… no…” He kept frantically muttering to himself like he triggered a PTSD flashback. Everyone ran over to him, being careful to avoid the gaping hole in the middle of the lunchroom that would probably be gone by the next chapter. (Christian filter note- yep.)

      He seemed to be off in his own little world, not noticing anything around him. As much as Emma pulled on him and told him it was ok, he had no reaction. To him, it was probability like a white void, or so James thought.

      “I guess I should have told you about this, my bad.” John Paul said, walking into the room. “I've been training Motifa ever since I started training you guys.”

      “And you never thought to tell us about it?” Emma asked, sounding exasperated.

      “Nope, not once. Not worth the trouble. Besides, I only added him into the book as a last minute decision. It would take too much effort to go back and write him in earlier.”

      “Ok, ignoring the book comment, because I've given up on that for now, how were you training us both at the same time. You were with one of us most of the time recently, especially since you started training us.” Emma responded, determined to at least get something out of John Paul.

      “Has it ever occurred to you that I'm just that good. Im catholic. We can just do things that y'all protestants can't.” John Paul started smirking, and playing with a bit of fire in his hands, tossing it from one hand to the other.

      Emma threw her hands in the air in surrender. “You’re impossible.”

      “It's like this. Imagine there's two schools. They have the exact same resources and amount of students. Despite this, one school does massively better. Why, because they just did good. They just got A’s while the other school didn't. It's a matter of talent and drive. That's us. I just said to myself ‘just do better’, so I did. Be like a student if you want to catch up to me. Just say to yourself. ‘Just get all A’s. If you want to get good grades, then just get good grades.’ just get good. It's not that hard.”

      “That argument has so many things wrong with it, it's impressive.”

       “It's how I live my life, you know. If I'm starving, then I just eat food. If I'm drowning, then I just breathe.”

      “Yeah, this is not worth my time.” Emma started walking out of the lunchroom past John Paul, who went to stop her.

      “Wait, I know my logic is too high level for you to understand, but there's an actual reason that I sent Motifa down here. We have another problem on our hands before we can deal with Dommy and St. Nicholas again.

      Emma stopped in place and sighed to herself before turning to John Paul. “What is the problem?

      “Mormons”

      “Isn't that the group that pretty much owns the state of Utah?” James asked. He didn't know much about them, other than the fact that they were just as cult-like as Southern Baptists, if not even worse.

      “Yep. They’re also the third group of religious power users. Their leaders heard about what is happening down here and sent a team up here to capture Dommy.” He said, with an annoyed look on his face. It was obvious that he viewed these Mormons as more of a minor inconvenience than anything else.

      “What do we finna do bra? How dese Mormons attack us with da religious powers doh?” Xerksize PhD asked.

      “You know how prodastant powers are incompatent in the fact that they only have personal powers? Mormon powers are the opposite. They can only use elemental spells. In exchange for the fact that they lack basic common sense, i mean because they cant use personal powers, they can use more elements on average and are more powerful with said elements.”

      “So it's the exact opposite of prodastant powers?”

      “Exactly Emma. They're going to be here in two days, so you guys and Motifa over here are in charge of taking care of them. It’ll provide good practice for you guys. By the way, Motifa over here uses Catholic powers, specifically the Earth element.”

      Motifa was still crouched in a circle, but had gotten quiet a minute or so ago. He just stared unflinchingly in front of him towards the wall. His eyes looked bloody, like they would pop out at any moment, or just pop in general like a balloon.

      John Paul looked towards Motifa and laughed to himself. “It's incredibly ironic. Motifa’s personal power allows him to turn anything into a sinkhole. The only problem is that he is deathly afraid of said sinkholes. Because of that, whenever he uses his power, he turns into this.” He said, pointing towards Motifa.

      “That is an issue.” James said. He walked over to where Motifa was crouched and leaned down to his level. “Hey, do you like Jojo’s?”

      Motifa immediately stopped staring at the wall and looked towards James. “Bro, you watch Jojo’s too. That's incredible. Jojo’s is my favorite show dude. What's your favorite session of the anime?”

      “Season seven is incredible. I know they haven't made it yet and all, but when I saw it, I was in shock, like my eyes were rolling and my tongue was out in excitement. Jojo’s is just that good bro.” James said

      Motifa got up and started walking towards John Paul.

       John Paul slightly raised his eyebrows. “Oh, are you approaching me?” He asked.

      The second that John Paul said those words, Motifa and James immediately froze. They turned to look at each other and both smiled. They then both opened their mouths at the exact same time and started speaking. (Christain filter note: The next paragraph is a peace of sin in the highest degree. We have chosen to keep it for information's sake but be warned to the horror that it contains inside.

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      Everyone stared in shock at the two while they stood there, happy as can be. After a few minutes of silence, John Paul was the first to speak up. “Well… that certainly has never happened before. In all my years… I truly don't know how to react to that.”

      “Bruh finna same.” Xerkizse Phd nodded in agreement with John Paul while Emma looked at everyone, like she didn't know what was going on. Jimmy stared wide eyed at them both, not saying a word. Of course, for him that was normal.

       James on the other hand felt a sense of euphoria fill his entire body. It was like eating his favorite food while having the tastiest drink in the world, all while watching every episode of Jojo’s at once while playing Destiny and having a 999 killstreak. It was better than he had ever felt before. People would be lucky to feel even 1/100th of the feeling that he was feeling right now. That was the power of Jojo's.

      “You know what… I'm just going to go deal with some catholic things. I'll leave it up to you guys to take care of the Mormons. They will be here in two days so uhh have fun or whatever.” Said John Paul. He then teleported out of the room, looking like he was in a hurry to do so.

      “Yeah, I have to practice too.” Said Emma in a strained voice. “Let's just meet up here tomorrow so we can discuss a strategy for dealing with the Mormons. That sounds good to everyone because it sounds good to me.” She then walked into the hallway, took a step forward, then accelerated out of view faster than James could track because of math

      “I guess I could practice while I rewatch Jojo’s for the sixty-ninth time.” James muttered to himself as he thought of what to do. He hadn't really practiced his elemental spells yet, so this would be a good chance to do that. He stretched as the Jojo euphoria wore off him and walked out of the lunch room to go watch what he considered to be the best tv show of all time, even if other people disagreed with him.