Well then. It seems that this situation was more or less solved, with the other blond man locking in the blond delinquent. And not to mention that the blond animal shelter worker also had a Stand. One that can heal. But from the looks of it, it'd more accurate to say that his Stand works more like an 'Esuna' spell from one of those Final Fantasy games. A stat debuff remover, if you will. However, she could just be overthinking things, and his Stand is a simple, forward one like hers.
Or indeed the one that inflicted the petrifying effect in the first place....
But enough of that.
If he indeed was the one that did it, then he could've unleashed all the dogs on them.
However, onto a more immediate problem. The blond delinquent diverted the other man's attention to Renato and her. That was not ideal. But yet at the same time, the situation had deescalated, so maybe now it was a good time to establish rapport with these two.
After all, they might help her stop The Man with the Stone Dogs before he could get to Renato. All threats to him must be eliminated before they are given the chance to fester and grow.
"Hello." Ayano began. "I'm Ayano, a twenty years old student of Waseda University here in Tokyo. And this man besides me is also a fellow student, if you are concerned about any hostile actions, don't be. He is just taking notes for a novel he is working on."
Taking a step forward, putting herself before Renato. The mannequin hand disappeared as sudden as it came, both hands raised above her head.
"And if I may ask, what are「Stands」, and how are they related to the events that are taking place here?"
"The thing you just projected is a Stand. That's the long and short of it. I'm not a walking bag of exposition, so hurry on back to school before you and your little brother get hurt." The blonde snorted dismissively. "Now then.
You. Does this shelter have anywhere I can look over security camera footage? I'll only need a moment to get to the bottom of this and put down the bastard responsible."
Renato's breath caught, shock nearly paralyzing his hand.
Nearly. Inspiration did not grow on trees. He'd already accepted what he was seeing as reality. Anything else was merely a waste of precious time, and Renato simply
did not have the patience for such foolishness. He simply had to continue working with what he had.
Renato carefully sketched out the hands he'd seen briefly, noting the man's casual acceptance and reaction. Hands were generally indicative of a humanlike shape, which the man seemed to react quite casually too, despite definitely noting and accepting it as a threat. And yet the dog...?
Powers show up in a variety of shapes, the most common one likely human-shaped. Other possibilities exist.
Renato's shoulder blades itched, and hot bitterness curled in his gut.
Abilities seemingly also vary, with no upper or lower limit defined. No standard in powers, each seems to be unique as the man needed to chase the owner down to find out what happened, rather than jumping to 'assumptions'.
Conclusion; a mixed bag of scattered individuals spread over a vast region. How vast: unknown. Groups or associations: unknown, unlikely, or hostile; no attempt to contact authority was noted. Fear? Unreliability? Pride? Man is confident. Pride most likely, other factors unknown.
Renato frowned, the facts seemingly contradicted. For a scattered crowd, how did they interact so commonly as to immediately assume and hunt down another of their number? They should interact briefly and rarely, simply from how uncommon they seemed to be so far. Perhaps the man specifically had reason to go out of his way to interact with others?
Still unknown. More details needed.
Renato snapped his gaze up, eyes narrowed at the motley gang of likely powered individuals. He'd already included Ms. Ayano in their number; obviously they (we) had good reason to hide the truth. What else did they know...? Ms. Ayano likely knew precious little more than him: barring an act, she was likely in similar straits.
Renato closed his eyes. And breathed.
And thought.
And slowly opened his eyes again, and decided that it simply did not matter. None of this particularly bothered him, nor did it really involve him, beyond his own curiosity, that he would likely continue to indulge. This was merely...a hook.
Renato gently pushed his false glasses higher on the bridge of his nose, plastic lenses scraping. "I'd rather like to know more about what you plan on doing now that these other 'Stand User's' are aware of your existence in this town."
