Journey Of A Golden Spirit: Rossi Di Napoli (Mass Effect/JoJo)

Alexander89 said:

[X] Fear Is The Mindkiller- Just punch them through the portals. Drag them up here one by one, depositing their broken bodies back where you put them. Just have her drag them through portals to a completely random street. Scare the shit out of them, and make them regret coming here.

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Prok said:

Good point.

Anyway, voting is closed, and plan sadism wins!

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[coughs in Spanish]

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As the girl called Sera and her fellow lemon cosplayer argue about his chances of a threesome between her and your boss, you decide on your course of action.

To wit: time to convince them that running away is their best course of action. And if you happen to leave them all kinds of unable to hurt anybody else, well.

It's a bonus.

Summoning Pearly Gates, your first course of action is to keep them contained. As if reading your mind, your Stand does something… odd, even by her standards.

Her hands push through portals that end at the corners of a rectangle at the very top of the ramp, before snapping together, ripping a cross through the air. The portal fills itself out, becoming a proper rectangle. In this entire time, only her hands have moved- the portals her hands are going through aren't.

At first, you wonder what exactly the point of that was, then one of them goes through, and then appears around the corner of the ramp.

... She's boxed them in. You look at your Stand, and you swear you see the tiniest hint of a cocky little smirk.

You listen with some amusement as the mooks yell in confusion, their friend apparently disappearing into thin air. When he appears around the corner, they whip around, and he seems to realise where he is and where he should be are not the same place.

"What the fuck?! How did you- Dino, how the fuck did you get back there?!"

"How did I get back here? How did you get up there?!"

"Dude, you just disappeared into thin air!"

One more tries their luck, moving forward towards the shop, disappearing, and appearing at the other end of the ramp.

After a few more attempts, ranging from one running a sprint marathon, going through the portal and up the ramp ten times before just collapsing in exhaustion, and one trying to climb over the side, Pearly Gates pries his fingers off before he gets anywhere with that, they just behind to huddle together, looking for the thing that's the cause of this.

Cute.

On one hand, their ability to threaten your boss is null and void. Really, your job is done, just keep doing this until they get scared enough to run away, and bam, job has been completed.

On the other... why wouldn't you fuck them up so they can't hurt anyone else?

... Wow yeah that is fucked up. But you're still going along with it.

Eenie, meenie, miney, there, at the back, someone with no eyes on her. With a thought, Pearly Gates grabs her ankles and drags her up to the roof, fast enough that she can't even begin to scream as she flops onto the roof, one of your Stand's many hands covering her mouth before a noise can be made.

The girl, black hair, nose piercing, stares at you with perfectly justifiable fear in her eyes, and you stare back with disgust to match.

She tries to scream through the spectral hand, no doubt not understanding why she's unable to open her mouth.
"... I'm a big girl." DC 15, Roll: 20. Critical success!
You imagine what she would have done to Ariana, and whatever trappings of squeamish hesitation you might have had just... melt away.

Both of Pearly Gate's right hands grab her left and begin with the fingers.

This little piggy went to market.

Snap. Scream.

This little piggy stayed at home.

Snap. Scream. Tears are streaming down her face now, her eyes begging you to let her go.

You find it incredibly hard to care.

This little piggy had roast beef.

Snap.

This little piggy had none.

Snap.

And this little piggy squealed all the way home.

Snap.

And so it continues, until both her hands are reduced to so much gravel. Almost sensing your anger, your Stand continues, beating the girl black and blue, breaking her ribs, arms, kneecaps, and generally working her over like a one-spirit boot party until her body consists mostly of bruising.

By the time it's over, the girl is on the edge of consciousness, and your Stand puts her out of her misery, slamming its palm into her face, smashing her head against the slate roof hard enough to crack the thin stone slabs beneath her skull.

She's still breathing. Good.

One more portal and her unconscious body is thrown into the panicking throng again, knocking a couple of them over, and causing the rest to start screaming bloody murder.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"Dari? Dari, speak to me, come on, no, no, no no no no no- is she breathing?!"

"Only just."

When one begins to check her over, you drag another through, this time choosing efficiency over sadism- one hand holding him up, another covering his mouth, two just crushing his hands, then working his ribs, ending with snapping his knees backwards and headbutting him into unconsciousness.

And by headbutting, you mean she grabs her head and beats his lights out with it.

Flop him out, rinse, repeat.

You turn your one-Stand boot party into a factory line of pain- each person taking less than thirty seconds to render unconscious, and then there were two.

They're staring directly at each other, seemingly working under the impression that as long as they can see each other they won't be dragged away like their friends.

Ha. No. She grabs both this time, holding them up in front of you.

"OH GOD WE'RE SORRY WE'RE SO FUCKING SORRY PLEASE DON'T KILL US WE'LL LEAVE WE'LL JUST LEAVE AND NEVER COME BACK WE PROMISE-" They both scream... approximately. Close enough to it that you get the sentiment.

"MUO!" Your Stand yells as she punches both their guts in, driving the wind from them.

A thought occurs. They extorted money from the other shops around here. Now, now, if you were to... you know, put the screws on them, you could... maybe get that information out of them?

[] Do It- they don't deserve the chance to grab the money and run. Get that info out of them, then...?
-[] Robin Hood- Give it back to the people who've been hurt.
-[] Conrad 'Redmond' Paulson- be the thief of thieves. Take the money, add it to the pool, as well as whatever shit you can get off their friends.

[] Don't Do It- you have no interest in blood money. Knock them out, take anything of value off the bodies, report to Ariana and collect your pay.

Speaking of, what do you actually want to take off of them?

[] Your Usual- wallets, jewellery, phones. Done you well so far, and you're sure when you eventually get around to Finch and the fence, you'll probably make bank. You're kinda running out of space, though... (roll D20)

[] Get The Gats- why not cut out the middle man? Those pistols look useable, and you can just ask Ariana for a bag to carry them in. (D20, again)

[] E-VER-Y-THING- You're not exactly gonna strip them nude, but absolutely anything that could be worth anything, your magpie ass wants.

Speaking of Ariana... how are you gonna explain... this, to her? You took out seven armed thugs. By yourself. And she didn't notice.

[] Well? Cat got your tongue? (Write-in explanation here)

Come to think of it, sorry, last one, promise, what are you gonna do with the bodies? You don't think she's gonna be happy with seven unconscious thugs lying on her doorstep, beaten black and blue.

[] Dump 'Em- you have. A living. Portal gun. This is a non-issue. Just dump 'em in random alleys, further away from each other they are, the better. Why make things easy on them?

[] Hospitalise 'Em- I'm not saying you're feeling bad about what you did, I'm just saying they're really badly beat up, and without medical attention... well. At best, crippled. Drop them off at a clinic somewhere for someone else to deal with.

[] Write-in