You can just go. I have my doubts about that getting finished.
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I guess my comfort zone is "eccentric side character."
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What's the over/under on those mob guys coming after Rodger because the one that she ran off saw him with Kijo?
What's the over/under on those mob guys coming after Rodger because the one that she ran off saw him with Kijo?
Rodger watched the girl go, wondering whether or not she would keep her word. Rodger enjoyed giving people the benefit of the doubt, but her being so distinctive didn't hurt his decision to just let her go. If she didn't show up tomorrow he'd just go looking for the girl with the flower in her shoulder and give her a stern talking too. Probably while she was rooted to the dirt.
He glanced wearily over to the stone faced Vitalogy. The way that girl acted around his Stand had bugged him. "Hey buddy." She said to it. "She know something I don't? You ain't alive, are you?"
It turned its head to look at him and stayed tight lipped, doing nothing to quell Rodger's unease. Had he made it do that? He'd always thought of the Stand as a puppet he controlled with his mind. It had certainly never done anything of its own accord or offered any sort of opinion, but now that he thought about it Vitalogy did do little things, tiny gestures that couldn't come from conscious order on his part. Maybe it was controlled unconsciously, like how you adjust yourself in a chair to get more comfortable. "Here I am explaining rules when I've still got so many questions." He said, remembering that bizarre night years ago when the fireworks had malfunctioned and the confusing spectre that he had awoken with in the aftermath. It had been an odd couple of weeks after that.
He waved a hand at it and Vitalogy was banished from his sight. Thinking like that would only throw off his vibe. He set out back the way he came. As he made his way back to the front of the Golden Peking a sopping wet girl tromped past him, and he wonder for a moment what that story was. At least until he saw the windows. Particularly the big ragged hole torn in his patch job. He signed. Some people just didn't appreciate nature or quality workmanship. He wondered if he should stay and talk to the police. He was the person closest to the window, after all. But, he decided against it and headed off down the street. He hadn't really been able to see anything anyway.
In a few minutes he was using some of the money he was going to use for lunch as bus fare, and headed on home.
He glanced wearily over to the stone faced Vitalogy. The way that girl acted around his Stand had bugged him. "Hey buddy." She said to it. "She know something I don't? You ain't alive, are you?"
It turned its head to look at him and stayed tight lipped, doing nothing to quell Rodger's unease. Had he made it do that? He'd always thought of the Stand as a puppet he controlled with his mind. It had certainly never done anything of its own accord or offered any sort of opinion, but now that he thought about it Vitalogy did do little things, tiny gestures that couldn't come from conscious order on his part. Maybe it was controlled unconsciously, like how you adjust yourself in a chair to get more comfortable. "Here I am explaining rules when I've still got so many questions." He said, remembering that bizarre night years ago when the fireworks had malfunctioned and the confusing spectre that he had awoken with in the aftermath. It had been an odd couple of weeks after that.
He waved a hand at it and Vitalogy was banished from his sight. Thinking like that would only throw off his vibe. He set out back the way he came. As he made his way back to the front of the Golden Peking a sopping wet girl tromped past him, and he wonder for a moment what that story was. At least until he saw the windows. Particularly the big ragged hole torn in his patch job. He signed. Some people just didn't appreciate nature or quality workmanship. He wondered if he should stay and talk to the police. He was the person closest to the window, after all. But, he decided against it and headed off down the street. He hadn't really been able to see anything anyway.
In a few minutes he was using some of the money he was going to use for lunch as bus fare, and headed on home.
This girl was giving him ideas he'd never thought about before. Stand fights in a giant arena, surrounded by cheering fans. It was a shocking thought. "Maybe they have fights in Vegas." He said, Vitalogy unraveling its arm and plucking the seed from her hand. "Now this is gonna sting like a splinter." He warned, and then the stand reached forward and planted the seed directly into the meat of her wound.
The result was instant. Tiny roots wove themselves into the small cracks in her bones, filling in wholly what they could not pull back together. Segments of green spread from one side of the would to the other, connecting tendons to tendons, muscles to muscles, blood vessels to blood vessels. The bleeding ceased abruptly as the last of them was rendered whole again. In this flurry of furious activity the fragments of the bullet were unceremoniously tossed from the would like used tissue paper and clattered onto the street. In a moment the hole in her shoulder was filled, and from the patch sprouted a bundle of white flower in full bloom. Like a corsage. Her arm would move easily. Her blood would flow unimpeded. It would feel for all the world as though the patch was a part of her own body. The only way she'd know the patch was there was if she touched it and felt the plants.
"I don't know about that guy. I've never seen him with a stand, though. They way I figure, there more on this earth than I can imagine. I wouldn't be surprised if I ran into a ghost, or an alien, or the Mothman." Rodger said as he bent down to inspect the patch. Vitalogy bobbed its head once or twice as he spoke before disappearing into the ether. "But I do know The guy by reputation. Nick Rix is a good man. If you ever have a problem you can't bring to the cops, you should find him and his gang."
He straightened up and considered that she had a meeting to get to. "I'll give you the quick version of this then. I don't know any rules about why we have Stands or what we're supposed to use them for. That's all on you to decide. But there are rules. Only Stand users can see Stands. The only thing that can harm a Stand is another Stand. When something harms your Stand, you get hurt too. Every Stand has some power, and it could be anything. Lastly, and I'm not even sure this is true, Stand users are drawn to one another by coincidence. So like I said, if you happen to run into someone else like you pass it forward."
The result was instant. Tiny roots wove themselves into the small cracks in her bones, filling in wholly what they could not pull back together. Segments of green spread from one side of the would to the other, connecting tendons to tendons, muscles to muscles, blood vessels to blood vessels. The bleeding ceased abruptly as the last of them was rendered whole again. In this flurry of furious activity the fragments of the bullet were unceremoniously tossed from the would like used tissue paper and clattered onto the street. In a moment the hole in her shoulder was filled, and from the patch sprouted a bundle of white flower in full bloom. Like a corsage. Her arm would move easily. Her blood would flow unimpeded. It would feel for all the world as though the patch was a part of her own body. The only way she'd know the patch was there was if she touched it and felt the plants.
"I don't know about that guy. I've never seen him with a stand, though. They way I figure, there more on this earth than I can imagine. I wouldn't be surprised if I ran into a ghost, or an alien, or the Mothman." Rodger said as he bent down to inspect the patch. Vitalogy bobbed its head once or twice as he spoke before disappearing into the ether. "But I do know The guy by reputation. Nick Rix is a good man. If you ever have a problem you can't bring to the cops, you should find him and his gang."
He straightened up and considered that she had a meeting to get to. "I'll give you the quick version of this then. I don't know any rules about why we have Stands or what we're supposed to use them for. That's all on you to decide. But there are rules. Only Stand users can see Stands. The only thing that can harm a Stand is another Stand. When something harms your Stand, you get hurt too. Every Stand has some power, and it could be anything. Lastly, and I'm not even sure this is true, Stand users are drawn to one another by coincidence. So like I said, if you happen to run into someone else like you pass it forward."
@SunsetRoses It wasn't so much "Lock everyone in one room" as "lock everyone into the 3rd floor and above," but yes. That one.
In fact, you wanted to take Phone Freak with you when you went up. We could do a collab on this.
In fact, you wanted to take Phone Freak with you when you went up. We could do a collab on this.
What did he do besides freeze up the doors?
Oh, wait. Just realized. @SunsetRoses, if you want to go with my idea you're going to have to do it fast, because now the building is going to start evacuating.
Oh, wait. Just realized. @SunsetRoses, if you want to go with my idea you're going to have to do it fast, because now the building is going to start evacuating.
Oh right. I forgot how close that was. They're going to spot the ice. And if that wasn't there, they'd see the hole.
This is a bad plan.
This is a bad plan.
It's not like the cops are going to show up yet. Heck, they might not show up at all with all the alarms disabled.
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