JoJo & Ria 3: Pink Irish Luck

"Jojo?"

"Yes, Ria?" A most heroic young man replied as he gave a quick gaze at the blonde beside him. Here they were, walking through an old castle somewhere in Ireland. They had no particular reason to be there, except camping. And killing wild monsters nearby.

Of course, as all monster-hunting trips go, they were currently enjoying a break from the stress-relieving duty of slaying as many deadly critters festering the land while also learning some of the language around.

"Are you sure this… place is safe to stay by?"

What a silly question!

"Of course this is safe, Ria. I personally spoke with a kind villager nearby that said this place had been untouched for years. No one comes here, so it has to be the safest."

The shorter King didn't share the same appreciation for that logic. "What if nobody comes by because it's infested- or even occupied by someone or something dangerous."

"Nonsense! Ria, you're just trying to jinx us in some twisted madness like it happened a few days ago."

Ria's gaze darkened at the mention of that tragic development. Who would have known that Ria had such a limited resistance to alcohol and would get this brazen. I mean, it was either alcohol or something too bromantic to describe as she showered my shirt with sloppy kisses as I brought her out from the pub we had infiltrated to try and start a 'classic D&D-like adventure'. Very odd experience, but nonetheless amusing to tease her about from time to time.

"Now, let's rejoice in the conquest of this castle in the name of our friendship!"

"I doubt we can claim anything without clashing with King Ailil Molt," The blonde argued. "But still, it wouldn't be a terrible idea to… set up a base somewhere in Ireland. Without a war preferably."

"Yeah, it's kind of silly. Ailil would want a good brawl to make it an epic exchange and reasonable enough in his own legend-making," The joyous Jojo admitted with a brief scowl. "Still, we can still make an effort! Let's take over the throne room, 'borrow' some gold and never speak of this adventure ever again."

"That would be stealing," Ria firmly brought up, her morals flaring at the possible idea of doing something so heinous.

"From who? Ailil claimed the Irish land, not all Irish old riches."

Her mouth opened to counter that logic but, much to Jojo's growing smile, she couldn't. Because what he said, albeit absurd, was actually true. Ailil might be the Supreme King of Ireland, but his title extended in terms of fiefs, not in terms of treasures.

In that case, any 'stealing' wouldn't be considered as such. It would all be a case of 'discovering gold without an owner'. Sounded pretty brilliant as a reason to bring back home some 'incredible relics from the past' and silly enough to leave her with a minor headache, but not as much as the case that soon ensued as they found the throne room and… found someone there.

White, that was the first thing that jumped to the two adventurers' mind, with Jojo adding an extra adjective to that. Fluffy. What really highlighted the presence of this individual was the action that she was going through.

"Why." Thud "Nobody." Thud "Visits." Thud "Me."

Why was she bashing her head on the wall?

The sadness and depression coming forth from that entity was excessive and incredibly intense. It urged Jojo to approach and find out what was going on and Ria, being more intrigued by the sight than the others, decided to calmly approach too. As soon as they got close enough, the young woman stopped her head-bashing on the wall and tensed up, suddenly turning to look at them.

Long pink hair, wide golden eyes and a particularly petite frame. She was slightly taller than Ria but also slimmer from an early assumption. After all, that white-fur coat she was wearing couldn't be too thick. She wore a pair of white fur-coated boots and a silver tiara atop her head.

"Gah!? Who are you two? And why are you two trespassing? Are you thieves? Criminals?"

Wasn't she just lamenting the fact that she wasn't getting any visits?

"Of course we're not criminals! We're just adventurers passing by and resting after a long time!"

"...Really? You're not planning to kidnap me and do bad things to me? I wouldn't say no if you treat me nice afterward."

"Of course not! We both have wives waiting for us back at home. Right Ria."

The blonde gritted her teeth at the fact that Guinevere has been getting more brazen after that kiss she got a while ago. She got the foothold, so why not press for a greater victory?

"Yes, Jojo."

"Phooey, still- who are you two, kind adventurers?"

"I'm Jojo, this is Ria."

Quite simple and curt, but it gave the minor confidence boost for the pinkette to introduce herself.

"I'm Queen Medb of Connacht! The Fiercest Enemy of Cu Chulainn, the most beautiful woman in Ireland and… Yes?"

Medb paused as she saw Jojo holding a hand up.

"I don't want to sound disrespectful, but Connacht has been under the rule of the Supreme Kings of Ireland for a few centuries."

And thus the question of her current existence came to mind. How did someone like her be around and living for so long? She didn't look much to Ria, but Jojo could tell that there was something 'odd' about her that made her stand out from the classic meddling Queen.

"T-That's absurd. I never renounced the throne! Slander, I say!"

"Maybe they thought you died. Since you've not seen anyone in a while, it's possible they just… thought you weren't around anymore."

…

"That's dumb. Why- Why would anyone think that? Why stop visiting? I… I might be a bit hard on my subjects but- but-"

"Come on, maybe there was a war and we couldn't visit. Ya know, there were a lot of wars around."

"I… I didn't know."

…

"T-That doesn't matter. After all, we're some amazing adventurers and, since you're alone, how about you join our group?"

...Are you serious?

Ria had heard many silly things from Jojo, but this sounded incredibly asinine and dangerous. What if this was a ploy from a centuries-old manipulator that wants to destroy them and their adventures and her chance to get on with Jojo-

"Y-You mean… that you would be… my f-friends?"

Was she really crying harder about it? In a strange sense, it all sounded way more genuine than before, as if Jojo's offer had struck a truthful craving that the Pinkette had held within herself for a long time now. Was this an actual cry for help?

Jojo's friendly nature snapped into action and suddenly pulled the fluffy pinkette into a hug much to the former Queen's surprise.

"Don't worry, Medb. You'll be our bestest friend!"

There was silence, but before Ria could have condemned the sudden action, she was surprised when

More bawling, more tears, more whining and… Ria's head was just bursting with annoyance. Seriously, who gave this irritating being the permission to hug her Jojo?!

Nonetheless, the party grew to have a third member, adding to the dysfunctional nature of the whole relationship.