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Is everyone still wearing their regular clothes, or are they in standard issue hospital gowns or whatever.

EDIT; I'm gonna assume regular clothes, for now. I wanna get this post out, yo!


Yeah regular clothes.
Hope that post was enjoyable!

Also @Kafka Komedy Thanks for the compliment!
Chromatus Tower - Wright


A thin smile laid on Wrights face whilst his eyes stared longingly down at the cities inhabitance, as he himself was positioned directly on the edge of the tower, one small step forward, and the man would fall no doubt to his death. Wright slowly got himself into a more comfortable pose, he bent his spine back ever so slightly, and gently slid his left hand onto the left side of his hip, grasping onto his white belt. His right hand then slowly raised from his side, upwards, as if his hand was clasping over the entire city, using his own perspective, he poked at the air, at individuals on the street which he could see despite being so far up in the tower.

Wright sighed, with the arrow in his right hand, pointed out toward the city, his hand twitched at every tick the clock made, it was almost noon... Almost time... Then, as if he could do nothing else, the man started to giggle...

"mmhmhmhm... mmehehe... Hehehe... tehehehehehee... Aehehehehehehe!...
Tick.... Tick... Tick.... Tick..."


With every little movement of the clock, the pink turtleneck wearing, tall caucasian male individual giggled even more, his left hand gripped onto his chest, it was painful, he wheezed in agony, anxiousness filled him, until eventually, the clock neared it's final toll...

11:59:55....

11:59:56....

11:59:57....

11:59:58....

11:59:59....

Wrights face instantaneously twisted into an expression of a mixed arrange of madness, smug joy and overwhelming pleasure, before howling at the top of his voice, as loud as his vocal chords could manage, a laugh so twisted, a mix of screaming and unimaginable happiness was the only way to describe it, his voice rebounded off the steel pipes and gears of the tower, causing it to vibrate and echo, and soon enough, by the sheer force of such a booming maniacal screech, the maddening voice echoed through the whole tower, which Xander could clearly hear, but after that...

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH EAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA KEEKEKEKEKKAAAKAAHAHAHAHAHA!"

12:00:00....

Wright pushed both hands into the air, as the chromatus tower rung is ear piercing chime on cue with the time of noon. It had finally come, and from behind wright, exposed a creature only he could see, spreading out from behind his person was a figure... A stand. It appeared as an humanoid looking individual with many clocks attached to its body, constantly ticking away. The stand had a slender body, with long arms and legs, its face being human shaped, but possessing clockwork and gears along it, which continuously grind away inside its large, chrome coloured metallic body, it's gears grinding away on cue with the clocktowers, as the chimes of the tower blocked out the words coming out of his mouth, although, he could hear himself quite clearly... And the rest... was silence...

"TIME!"


The sound of a deafening, more ominous clocktower bell echoed throughout the entire city as the whole city was engulfed instantaneously by a chrome aura like barrier. The heroes continued to move at their normal pace, until eventually they quickly began to slow down... slower... and slower, and then... everyone stopped. To the normal world, everyone felt like the world around them had simply stopped moving, they could still look around with their eyes, but as for anything else, it was futile to try. Nobody could speak, nobody could move, nor blink... frozen solid entirely... From Wrights perspective however...

The entire city was entirely crafted into clocks and gears, the buildings were made out of clockwork mechanical tools and cogs, as was every single not living object, the people however were covered with gears over their bodies, at their joints and limbs, slowing them down as they ground to a halt, drenching the whole city from his perspective in a chrome clockwork world, it's gears rattled and churned endlessly, until they began to slow down, on cue with the halting citizens and vehicles of the city, as it all stopped... filling the clockwork world in a chilling silence...

"In the distance.. across the streets, Tolling of the bell, it's chimes shalt cause the faithful to collapse upon their knees... To hear the softly spoken magic spell... Time."

Wright grinned and slowly licked the arrows base to the tip, without cutting himself however, and as his saliva dripped off the top he snickered, flicking the arrow along his fingertips, and unlike the rest of the world, it was not subjected to the chrome gears of his STAND. Wright then gripped the shaft of the arrow and held it over the edge lazily, speaking ominously to himself...

"Chrome Wright will now judge if some of the faithful to my desires remain in this city... to see them gazing around so helplessly, they need a shepherd to guide them... I am that shepherd... And I will shepherd... the true reality... Heh.

Chrome licked his lips disturbingly, before gnawing down on his wooly turtleneck, biting onto it carnivorously as he slowly let the arrow in his grip drop, causing it to descend from the top of the tower, from this moment, the lives of eight people would be sealed forever.

The arrow took on a mind of its own in a way once it was dropped, firing down toward the ground floor of the tower, Xander would notice the golden arrow fire downward, as it shot through a child's, soft, weak, fleshy face directly in front of him, obliterating anything that could be recognised, but however was unable to comprehend the event before he too was stabbed, but instead through the chest with the Arrow. On connection A wave of energy filled his person, filling him with a strange yet unimaginably painful aura, but unable to cope with the intense pain, his mind went blank, as did his world, sinking him into an immediate comatose slumber.

Soon enough the arrow zipped through the entire city at mach speed, stabbing, slicing, cutting and chopping down civilians left and right, but was too fast to even be recognisable, it merely looking like the people were just dying out of thin air. Our other heroes would find themselves also in the path of the carnage, as it quickly pierced through the chests of every single individual, granting them the same feeling of power and agonising pain as Xander, following the same comatose as he did. The heroes did not even have time to understand what became of them, why it happened, why they felt so much pain, why people were just suddenly dying... They would have to wait... Until they reawoke...

As the carnage graced the entire city, Chrome laughed sadistically on top of the tower, before he turned away and fell backwards, Chrome suddenly falling from the towers edge, howling in glee, with each breath, another victim of the Arrow was claimed, and as it appeared as if he would become paste on the cities floor, the man suddenly vanished into thin air, without a trace... And the Stands power... deactivated... The arrow... nowhere in sight.

Izayoi Grand Hospital - Gibson Ves Hawkin


Gibson felt his chest cave in, the force of his chest being slammed by a car "graced" him as he awoke from his slumber, instinctually gasping for air, he sat up from a pure white hospital bed and coughed, clutching his chest in agony only to find the pain instantly subsiding. A cold sweat drenched his entire being, and his heard pumped faster and faster from both sheer confusion and utter fear. Gibson's eyes started to water, it was too much for him to handle, and the teenager began to cry silently, clutching his mouth with his left hand, which shook violently. What happened? What hit him? Why did he feel so much pain? Why was he in a hospital and... Why was he with... everyone else?

Gibson stared around his hospital bed to see many other beds in the large room, each individuals who must have been struck with the arrow.


"H- hello?" Gibson whimpered frightfully toward the person sleeping in the bed to his right, which happened to be Yosuke. "Are... You still alive...?"



Yoshikage Kira/Kosaku Kawajiri, probably. I don't have any particular reason, I just like crazy people. Maybe it was the "I saw the Mona Lisa" line. Maybe it's his pure indomitable determination to his cause, even if he doesn't like fighting. I just love him, and his Stand.

Can you tell Part IV is my favorite?


You're going to love the rps villain in that case xp I'm planning on making him 3 times more insane than Yoshikage.

Oh and yeah, yoshikage is my favourite too.

BITES ZA DUSTO!

Sorry I haven't made the advancing plotshit post happen yet, some things I gotta do first, Don't worry, i'l have it up sometime today!
Hey, uh, for reference, about what time is it in-character? The evil guy's dialogue suggests to me that it's supposed to be closer to 12 noon, and I ended up putting my last post at just quarter after 11.


Yeah it should be close to noon now, oww my hand. ;3;

@kafka komedy cant wait for the inevitable moment when your characters tells mine to remove his makeup and gibson just turns around and replies back:



XD
IZAYOI CROMATUS TOWER - UNKNOWN


Whilst the residents of Izayoi went on with their daily tasks, none were aware of some of the events which were currently transpiring. Specifically in the tallest sector of the city, the massive Clocktower known as Chromatus Tower. Outside its shining brilliance remained peace, with a hint of tranquility... Inside the tower however, quite the opposite... Its insides were quiet, as a man slowly began ascending a massive spiral staircase of chrome toward the top of the square tower, his footsteps were small, slow and steady, taking his time, perhaps savouring the moment, a smile laid upon his caucasian face, as his crystal blue eyes surveyed his surroundings, the more bizarre thing however, was that as he walked up the stairs, nobody stopped him, no guards, nothing, in fact, no guard had moved from their spot the moment he waltzed into the entrance to the tower, as if entirely locked in place. Their eyes darted around them, fully aware of their predicament, but unable to shout, unable to call for help, unable to resist.

"Do you think this time will be different, Mr. Wright?" spoke a voice above the man, his breathe cold and venomous, gleefully whispering each word with arrogance and pride.

"Perhaps not. I have no faith in acquiring the tools I need to bring it out this time. It's best not to be so optimistic, it can let you down..." Mr. Wright returned, looking up to view the crevices of the towers shadows, where he had heard the voice, but he did not stop moving, continuing to ascend the stairs to his destination, chuckling somewhat.

"They can all see me, but it won't matter once we're done here. Take care of them for me, once the task is completed, won't you?" Wright explained, pointing to the individual guards, tourists and otherwise, children, old couples, families all dotting the staircase, unable to move even the slightest bit.

The entity in the shadows could hardly hold back his laughter, his voice depraved of humanity, none other than a sick twisted bastard...

"Well, i'd never give up a chance for food, you know~ So i'll obey no problem, Wright... However... A Question: should you... recruit. What happens then?"

"You simply leave that in my capable hands..." Wright responded. "Then all you must do is wait for the worms~ This is where I'll leave the trail, where i'll leave the things they'll need..."

"Heh... You know, for one of them, you're certainly different from the others... Innocent people being killed off too? Not very good are you?"

As Wright passed by one of the couples on his way up the staircase, he unsheathed a kitchen knife from his bright pink turtleneck and quickly lodged it into the cranium of a male boy, no older than fifteen with little to no worry, and removed it. No blood spilled, but the hole was clearly visible. Wright inspected the hole silently before rummaging his fist into the open cranium of the boy, and without much effort, extracted the brain of the child, however it didn't pump, as if it were lifeless.

"Living, dead, apples and oranges as they say... Living are roadblocks, the dead don't disturb my goals... A few dead bystanders won't make me lose a wink of sleep... on the contrary... I'm hoping they squeal..."

With that, Wright dropped the brain, causing it to simply float in midair, leaving the brain extracted child to die, as the boys eyes slowly lost their spark, all in front of his lover, from their eyes having been locked. He was dead, and there was no changing that.

Soon enough, Wright approached the top and climbed the ladder leading to the outside, it didn't take much time for him to finally be out in the fresh open air, alone, the entity he was with staying contently in the tower. Wright stared off toward the whole of Izayoi city with a smile, his body resting against the heavy clocktower bell, with the sun blazing down upon the cities entirety.

"Without effort this could all be removed. Without effort i'll cleanse this farce of a peaceful timeline..."

Brandishing an arrow, made of unknown gold materials from his pocket, he stared longingly into its delightful craftsmanship.

"Dark Moon grasped you from another time... Here you will aid a new timeline... And its eventful end. I just need to wait... a few more moments... Just a few... more... minutes..."

IZAYOI CITY - Gibson Ves Hawkin


After finishing his melon ramune, Gibson, now refreshed to tackle the heat of the day, walked out of the store, brushing his dreadlocks back whilst he moved, despite the suns heat, his makeup and gothic attire didn't at all crease or drip, which was both surprising and relieving, that would have been a pain to re-do!

His travels took him to where the current events were taking place with the others, surprised at the events unfolded, with the banana man being kicked about and everyone gathering around, Gibson thought this might be a good time to introduce himself to some strangers! Approaching the group, Gibson smiled and called out, his voice cheerful and outgoing, a total juxtaposed outcome, given his rather gothic look.

"Hey! What was going on there guys? Sorry if i'm butting in or anything! Names Gibson! Gibson Ves Hawkin! Nice to meetcha! None of you are hurt right? I've a few more ramune if anyones thirsty! Might take some of the pain away! Hahah!"
Hey John, if we're full you might want to change the Join Status


Apparently full is an invalid join status, so I can't change it.

Anyway, i'll try to put up some sort of a post, this infection is making my hand hurt like a total bitch x.x So please bare with me.
Sorry, i think we've filled up right now on how many characters we can accept.

On another note, my hand got infected by a cut, and i need to break for a few days....
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