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It was during an experiment involving Star Platinum's The World when Bastille Smith met Dr. Jotaro Kujo. With her own Stand, The Currents, she is able to take shortcuts in spacetime through a higher dimension, and it was during one such trip that she noticed that time was put on pause. She really didn't like that someone was fucking around with time. Not that she was territorial over spacetime, it was just because of things that are so much bigger, like how the relativity to the universe could be affected. She didn't know jack shit about the actual science surrounding this stuff, she just had what she's scraped together from sci-fi movies, mostly. It didn't stop her from wondering.
Immediately after Jotaro let time continue once more, there she was; 5 ft. 3 in., bright red tank top and black pants, running shoes, purple teardrop clip-on earrings, and hands on her hips. Her skin was tanned, her eyes were blue, her hair was buzzed on the sides and the top was fluffy and dyed neon purple. Jotaro was surprised by her sudden appearance.
"What do you think you're doing, fucking around with time like that?" she asked sternly.
"Who are you?"
"I asked you the first question."
It was a rocky start between the young American woman and the 46-year-old Japanese marine biologist. Fortunately they were in a Speedwagon Foundation facility in Japan, where scientists were attempting to take readings of when Dr. Kujo stopped time, and a pair of them intervened. After the grueling process of getting things sorted, Bastille began cooperating with the foundation. Her powers brought up even more questions about spacetime than Jotaro's ability to simply stop time. Well, one does not simply stop time, but one definitely doesn't simply traverse higher dimensions to travel great distances in space in short amounts of time.
Bastille was happy with the attention she was getting, even if it was because she had this tremendous power. She was also happy about having somewhere overseas to stay, because she wanted political refuge. Sure, she could do damn near anything she wanted with her power, but she wanted to be at least A TEENSY TINY LITTLE BIT CAREFUL. She didn't want to spend her time changing a crapton of stuff. It would be like trying to patch up a hole in a boat full of holes. Also, it was a pain trying to take anyone else with her, plus she didn't want to get too confused over when she was/is/will be at. This power was really fucked up, but she was glad that someone like her had it, and not some asshole who would really fuck up everything ever.
Hayato Kawajiri, now a young man, was one of these scientists. Bastille decided that they'd be buddies since they were about the same age, and sometimes she would braid Hayato's long hair as he put together data he and the others had accumulated from studying the higher dimension. Hayato felt kind of awkward around Bastille, but he grew to accept her presence. He seemed a little jittery, so Bastille didn't pull any pranks on him, but she did give him a shock on one occasion. It was during a coffee break; Hayato drank coffee, but Bastille preferred fruit-flavored drinks. Jotaro stopped to speak with Hayato, and Bastille just watched the stoic man as the two conversed. Either Jotaro didn't notice, or Jotaro didn't care, but either way he showed no sign of having noticed her. After he left, Bastille sighed.
"Is something wrong, Miss Bastille?" Hayato asked before taking a sip of his coffee.
"Too bad Doctor Dolphin Man is 46, he's kinda hot."
Hayato spat out his coffee.