User blog:SleepyDragonSushi/Trish Una

Rome, Italy, 1:10 PM, 4 years after the events of Vento Aureo

Amidst the bustling and humid streets of the former Roman capital, a young woman with sunglasses and a wide hat sat by her lonesome at a table located outside of a coffee shop. Dressed in a pink and yellow patterned summer dress and taking casual sips of latte, the woman seemed like any other, just enjoying another sunny day in the country of Italy. Several bystanders and walker-bys halted a little bit to gawk at the woman, but they would be shooed away when her masked eyes met theirs. Why would they do such a thing, you may ask? Well, they wanted to see if this woman was really who she was! The famed pop-star, Trish Una!

Indeed, this woman was, in fact, Trish Una; she was spending a day at Rome, although it was not for coffee and to enjoy the nice, sunny weather. Rather, she was within the former Roman capital to pay respects ro friends who had passed away a long time ago, 4 years to be exact. She had planned to do this on her own, not wanting to bother her friends with such an excursion. For a long time, she kept watch on her schedule, waiting for the perfect opportunity to take a break off from her career.

Eyeing the hulking Coliseum with a melancholy gaze, Trish stood up from her chair, pulling out and leaving some money from her small, leather purse onto the table as a waiter approached. She didn't stop for idle chit-chat, making her way over to one of the many entrances of the colossal monument. Just as Trish had requested before she even stepped foot on Rome's airport, the attendees and overlords of the Coliseum had kept the historical grounds empty and desolate, having extra attendees and guardians situated around in order to halt those pesky tour groups as well as any possible paparazzi. This is much credited to the surge of fame gained from her rise as a pop-star.

However, as Trish crossed the street and progressed towards an entrance, a couple of those bothersome reporters and photographers emerged from behind one of the many tour groups that were stopped dead in their tracks. Noticing this, two of the guardians walked away from their assigned posts and towards the paparazzi, their hands subconsiously wandering to the handles of their taser guns. Trish had noticed as well and picked up her pace as nonchalantly as humanly possible while evading eye contact with the interlopers.

"Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to stop. The Coliseum is closed today." Trish heard one of the guardians say. "Then who is she huh? Kinda weird to just see one person entering it if it's supposed to be closed!" One of the paparazzi said, followed by an audibly forceful shove. His companion followed suit, pushing past the other guardian and getting annoyingly closer to Trish. "Miss Una! I'd like to ask some questio-" Without pause, the reporter was suddenly knocked back a good distance, much to the shock of others. Unbeknownst to them, Trish's Stand, Spice Girl, had emerged and gave the peeving paparazzi an uppercut to the jaw, done so without the need to command it manually. Trish smiled as she stepped through a metal bar and finally entered the vacant Coliseum, away from any prying eyes.

It smelled of history, which was very musky and dusty. However, it wasn't the smell, that bothered Trish. Rather, it was the increased disheartening feeling that haunted the pop-star. For you see, a tragic battle occurred in the very grounds of the ancient monument; a battle in which many of her closest and only friends at the time perished at the hands of her now deceased villainous father and a Stand gone berserk. Though she didn't wan to admit out loud, Trish had felt helpless against her father and his Stand, the infamous and disturbing King Crimson. And while her father eventually suffered a horrible fate from Giorno Giovanna, the loss and pain she had felt, still lingered even to this day.

She walked atop some steps leading to the area where two of her friends had fallen. Her Stand emerged once more, out of protective instinct, and hovered close to the pink-haired young woman. coming to the very spot where she, her friends and her father did battle, Trish knelt down, removing her hat and sunglasses and setting down on the ground beside her. Her Stand purposefully opened her purse and brought out three orchids; one black, one red and one white, symbolizing her now deceased friends. Trish calmly pluched the exotic flowers out of her Stand's hands and placed them down in a neat line on the ground in front of her. "Leone. Narancia. Bruno. I hope you all feel joyful in the afterlife... And I wish you a farewell. One that was long overdue for too long." Trish delicately spoke.

One whole hour was spent in an eased silence...

Rome, Italy, 2:20 PM

Trish stood up, still gazing at the flowers laid out before her. A moment passed before she turned tail and walked away. The orchids rustled from a faint breeze.

Exiting the Coliseum, Trish approached the entrance she had entered in and was stopped by a guardian. "I'm sorry, Miss Una, but it seems that they have discovered your presence." The guardian told her. Trish glanced behind the guardian and saw many of his compatriots standing in front of the entrance. They were covered from head-to-toe in heavy armour and wielded riot shields in one hand and shotguns in the other. She sighed in exasperation, irritated greatly by the gathering crowd of paparazzi lined up in front of the Coliseum. "I, in behalf of the Coliseum staff, apologize dearly." The guardian said with a slight bow. "It's alright. This isn't the first time this has happened.: Trish uttered with a shake of her head. "I bet so. Anyways, we can call a helicopter or a limo to come pick you up, if you want." The guardian said. It dawned on Trish what she should do in a situation like this.

"Actually, do you have any extra uniforms and armour?"

30 minutes later

The unrelenting crowd of paparazzi backed off a bit when three gaurdians began making their way past them. Strangely, only two of the guardians were armed and the other one was also smaller than the others. They managed to move out of the vrowd and surfaced on a busy, but less crowded street. The guardians took a turn to the right, walking along the pavement until they reached the entrance of a small, modest hotel. They entered the building and neared the staircase in the left of the recipient's table. The smaller guardian took three steps up and then turned to face the others. "Thanks for this." Trish nodded as she unclasped the straps of her riot gear's helmet. "No problem, Miss Una. I trust that you'll be okay here?" One of the guardians asked and Trish nodded. "I'll return the armour when the excitement dies down." She told them and the guardians concurred. A moment later and they walked out of the hotel and returned to help their comrades back at the Coliseum.

Trish strode into her room, closing the door behind her and locking it shut. A few minutes later and she was free from the bulky