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[right][sup][i]NYC Bookstore[/i][/sup][/right]
[right][sup][i]Interactions: Lorenzo [@Eviledd1984], Bookstore Owner (NPC)[/i][/sup][/right]

West nodded as the kid replied with a resilient answer. [i]Stay strong and soldier on.[/i] It was a solid mantra, and from the determination in his eye when he had said it, West could tell the kid had been through a lot but had chosen to keep moving forward. But before West could ask anything else, a man on a motorcycle seemed to appear out of nowhere, attacking the kid with a massive punch to the face. There was a whirl of wind that launched books into the air and sent West stumbling a few steps back.

[color=39b54a]“What the—?!”[/color] West yelped, then immediately turned to see the kid bleeding. [color=39b54a]“Oh my, are you alright? Where did that guy—”[/color]

Before his very eyes, he saw the kid in the leather jacket suddenly summon a strange figure of blue and silver. A ghost? An alien? It was… no, it was a Stand, and West instantly realized that the kid had a strange, spiritual helper just like he did. The kid seemingly created a zipper out of thin air, unzipped it, then hopped through, disappearing. Meanwhile, the man on the motorcycle moved through the front window out of the store, seemingly out to get the kid.

West stared agape at the scene but felt his spine tingle. Behind him, Hierophant Green appeared, its tendrils beginning to uncurl, ready for action. It seemed there were others like him in this city, tied to these unseen helpers, these Stands… Fascinating!

The bookstore owner hobbled over with a baseball bat, confused and angry. West gave him a concerned look, seeing that the store was now a mess. The man didn’t seem to have a Stand, as he made no reaction to Hierophant Green right behind him.

[color=39b54a]“Some dude just tried to rob you! He ran out, I’ll go after him for ya!”[/color] West quickly ran to the store door, chasing after the motorcycle. [color=39b54a]“I’ll be back sir!”[/color] he yelled on the way out.

West began to run after the motorcycle, yelling at it. [color=39b54a]“Hey! You made a mess in there buster!”[/color] The motorcycle rider turned into an alley beside the store, and he saw the kid from early back there, emerging from a zipper portal. The motorcycle rider seemed to be continuing his hateful attacks. West needed to help.

[color=39b54a]“Watch out kid!”[/color]

West hadn’t really used his Stand for violence before, but he had used it in his jobs to move heavy items, manipulate controls, or wrap items. He knew he had to do something here. West reached out his right hand and commanded his ethereal assistant. [color=39b54a]“Stop him!”[/color] Hierophant Green flew in front of him in a blaze of green light and allowed its body to separate into a dozen fast-moving tendrils. The tendrils moved quickly down the alley, and all reached out forward to the motorcycle, trying to wrap and constrict the rider, perhaps even pull him off his vehicle.