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- A picturesque fireplace adorned with stockings and tinsel, illuminating a quaint living room. Turned away from the group was a simple reclining chair. Were it not for the quiet rustling of pages and pen to paper, it would have been easy to think Santa’s rescuers were alone.
- Jonathan sighed with relief. “Master Santa Clause, thank God that you’re yet unharmed. So sorry to bother you on this, your most busy night of the year, but there is an imminent threat to your life! Please, sir-”
- “Let us save Christmas! And you!” Foo blurted out.
- Slowly, the list of naughty and nice children was set aside. “Hohoho, Jonathan Joestar, is that you? My my, you came all the way out here to save dear Saint Nicholas…”
- The chair whirled around to face them. Rather than the rotund, jolly legend, they were greeted to the fit, menacing form of-
- “- But it was me, Dio!!!”
- Dio rose up from his chair. While it was true he didn’t carry the same presence as Santa Claus, he had taken up his fashion sense. From the bauble on his hat to the belt around his coat, one could have mistaken him for an underpaid Santa stand in. But that look in his eye could belong to no one but Dio.
- “It would seem we are too late.” Jonathan had never looked so crestfallen as he did in that moment. He clenched his fist tightly. “Dio! What have you done with the real Santa Claus!? Does your wickedness truly run so deep?”
- Dio sighed sadly, almost pityingly. “My dear Jojo… you always were slow on the uptake. I am the one, true Santa Claus! Christmas joy and merriment is had only by my will!”
- “Dio!” Jonathan shouted. He moved to take a step forward, but Obi-wan cut in front of him. “Master!”
- Obi-wan merely waved a hand at Jonathan, yet it was enough to calm him down. There was truly a heartening level of respect between master and apprentice! “Dio, my student… How many years have you taken up the mantle of Kris Kringle?”
- Dio shrugged, full of the same casual arrogance he’d had all those years ago. “Do you keep count of all the gingerbreads you have eaten?”
- - 7thSonofSons Round 2
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