Conflicting Views (PMMM/JJBA)
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Daniel Estacado
ZA WARUDO
Anyone else think we should prick ourselves with the Arrow to give our selves a sub power of Hermit Purple? And then stab Hermit Purple with the Arrow to make Hermit Purple Requiem?
CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
- Location
- The former Rubber Capital of the World
[X] Go left
Wait wasn't the only reason Joseph ever gotten to the weak old man stage was because he didn't keep up his hamon training because all the previous users at best when they were really old were in there 40's at worst in appearance. Then again maybe he didn't want to out live his wife holly by a wide margin.
Leingod
Immaculate Blooming Lotus
1. Yes, Joseph got so old because he didn't keep up his Ripple breathing, though Ripple users did get old eventually - just look at Tonpetty.
2. His wife is Suzi Q; Holly's his daughter. But yeah, he probably doesn't much feel like living for decades after both of them are dead and buried.
003
TPK
Hello, friend.
34 Go left
10 Go right.
2 Go back.
"Eugh." You mutter to yourself under your breath. "Silence. That's odd."
So you start down the lefthand hallway moving at a comfortable walk, making the best of your cane to ease the pressure on your lower back. The hallways sort of repeats every twenty feet or so, you notice. The patterns in the marble floor are the same ahead of you as behind you, and every chandelier is exactly the same, which is beyond suspicious.
You're beginning to think that you weren't so much transported to a place by a Stand as taken inside a Stand. Do you know of any Stands that do that sort of thing?
There was that kid with Pop Rocks, but. . . he's digging wells in Central America for the Speedwagon Foundation, isn't he? And he doesn't make a castle made of sweets.
You think.
You really hope it isn't your memory going next. It'd be a shame to lose your edge.
"The best thing about silence," You say as you walk past what must be the fiftieth chandelier, "is that no matter how hard you try, you're not!"
Your hand sweeps out to the side and then shoots behind you, extending and turning sharply to create a thicket of glowing purple vines around the person lurking behind you!
You turn to get a look at your captive, and- "OH! MY! GOD!" You scream at the top of your lungs. "YOU'RE MADE OF-"
She looks most like an old-fashioned maid, like your wife used to be before you married her. Plain black dress, white apron, white frills. Face that's actually one of those M&M cookies a foot across, with the candies arranged like a smiley face.
And then she grabs your Hermit Purple with two of her gloved hands, joints moving jerkily- like old motion pictures- and tries to tear it off of her.
You feel the strain for a moment and double up the psychic vine. Hermit Purple is tough enough to tie up any number of New York beat cops- whoever's Stand this cookie-maid is, it's got a hell of a wallop!
The Stand stops struggling after several seconds, and the candies on its cookie-face rearrange into an expression of intense dislike.
"( >:[ )" It says, and you blink.
"What?"
"( >:[ )"
And then you get it. Whatever this Stand is, it communicates at least partially through a psychic medium! Your Hermit Purple's main ability, Psychic Photography, is all about discovering and displaying things visually. You remember that one time, you used it to change the channels on a faraway television so that the words its speakers said spelled out a message for you- so meeting another psychic presence halfway and broadcasting its signals as visuals isn't all that strange!
"Hello?" You greet the Stand, and it's eyes change from brown candies to blue.
"( |: ? )"
For a moment you hear more giggling, back down the way you came, but it recedes into the distance again. The sounds of battle continue unabated.
It looks like . . . you have an opportunity.
[] Question the Stand
- [] Which questions?
[] Let the Stand go as a show of faith.
[] Tell it to lead you to its master.
[] Write in
10 Go right.
2 Go back.
"Eugh." You mutter to yourself under your breath. "Silence. That's odd."
So you start down the lefthand hallway moving at a comfortable walk, making the best of your cane to ease the pressure on your lower back. The hallways sort of repeats every twenty feet or so, you notice. The patterns in the marble floor are the same ahead of you as behind you, and every chandelier is exactly the same, which is beyond suspicious.
You're beginning to think that you weren't so much transported to a place by a Stand as taken inside a Stand. Do you know of any Stands that do that sort of thing?
There was that kid with Pop Rocks, but. . . he's digging wells in Central America for the Speedwagon Foundation, isn't he? And he doesn't make a castle made of sweets.
You think.
You really hope it isn't your memory going next. It'd be a shame to lose your edge.
"The best thing about silence," You say as you walk past what must be the fiftieth chandelier, "is that no matter how hard you try, you're not!"
Your hand sweeps out to the side and then shoots behind you, extending and turning sharply to create a thicket of glowing purple vines around the person lurking behind you!
You turn to get a look at your captive, and- "OH! MY! GOD!" You scream at the top of your lungs. "YOU'RE MADE OF-"
She looks most like an old-fashioned maid, like your wife used to be before you married her. Plain black dress, white apron, white frills. Face that's actually one of those M&M cookies a foot across, with the candies arranged like a smiley face.
And then she grabs your Hermit Purple with two of her gloved hands, joints moving jerkily- like old motion pictures- and tries to tear it off of her.
You feel the strain for a moment and double up the psychic vine. Hermit Purple is tough enough to tie up any number of New York beat cops- whoever's Stand this cookie-maid is, it's got a hell of a wallop!
The Stand stops struggling after several seconds, and the candies on its cookie-face rearrange into an expression of intense dislike.
"( >:[ )" It says, and you blink.
"What?"
"( >:[ )"
And then you get it. Whatever this Stand is, it communicates at least partially through a psychic medium! Your Hermit Purple's main ability, Psychic Photography, is all about discovering and displaying things visually. You remember that one time, you used it to change the channels on a faraway television so that the words its speakers said spelled out a message for you- so meeting another psychic presence halfway and broadcasting its signals as visuals isn't all that strange!
"Hello?" You greet the Stand, and it's eyes change from brown candies to blue.
"( |: ? )"
For a moment you hear more giggling, back down the way you came, but it recedes into the distance again. The sounds of battle continue unabated.
It looks like . . . you have an opportunity.
[] Question the Stand
- [] Which questions?
[] Let the Stand go as a show of faith.
[] Tell it to lead you to its master.
[] Write in
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
[x] Tell it to lead you to its master.
-[q] Begin negotiations with the witch.
--[q] Ride it to victory!
-[q] Begin negotiations with the witch.
--[q] Ride it to victory!
Daniel Estacado
ZA WARUDO
[X] tell it to lead you to its master.
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
"( /:? )"
"( <|:[ )"
"( ／人 ◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼ )"
"( :'( )"
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[q] Take me to your leader
[x] Tell it to lead you to its master.
[x] Tell it to lead you to its master.
Hyp3rB14d3
Gotta catch 'em all!
[q] Ask for an M&M.
Uhhhhh we can't question it as it can't talk.