ROLLING
Edit: This is good for Jotaro, right?
Khawy threw 1 6-faced dice. Reason: MUH LUCK Total: 1
1 1
 
Rolling
Edit: Good thing @Bondo rolled first, though mine isn't bad either.
Icefyre threw 1 6-faced dice. Reason: Yukari Total: 2
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That sounds like, beyond Jonathan Joestar level bullshit.
Most likely, yeah. I very much doubt a normal human (or even great) stand user could pull it off. Just can't get sufficient levels of force. Tat said, I think SP could theoretically do it.
There's a reason no one does that

Takes a stupid amount of water and pressure to do. Remember, it's pseudoscience. Not magic. Hamon can only handwave so much.
I realize. Still a way to do it, but unlikely to work.
Red Comet overdrive only works because it uses Jotaro as a dump for the heat that he's already surrounded by

You would need a way to generate a heat sink, keep it seperate from Jotaro, and make it extreme enough that the generation of ice is possible.

Once again, Hamon isn't magic. Its convoluted handwaved pseudoscience.
He burns his shirt of by dumping heat into it. His girlfriend loves it and it gives him special effects.
 
It occurs to me, that Moka's rolls a bit ago were good on "understanding", but very low on "being useful/competent".

The dice gods are, perhaps, even more insightful than we realized.
 
Update 63 - episode 3 of the Yukari Sendou arc
Mizore has her face in her hands. "Oh my God, we're surrounded by idiots."

[X]Mizore has the right idea.

You sigh, and lower your hat in order to cover the top half of your face. "Yeah, it's a real pain in the ass, all right."

Observing the spectacle through finger windows and lidded eyes, she blearily asks, "...you want me to help?"

-[X]...stop watching, start doing something about it.

You shrug, tell her to just do what she wants, and make your way to drag Tsukune out of the enchanted brooms that are dogpiling him. Mizore sighs in reply, before disappearing somewhere. Probably to peep on you from inside the ceiling, or something.
[X] Go straight for Tsukune, grab him, haul ass outta there.

You take a moment to begin the special breathing, and charge up your Ripple. This is really probably gonna suck, but you're not inclined to beat the tar out of a little kid right now.

The golden aura of the Ripple faintly glowing around you, you charge toward the mass of brooms assaulting Tsukune.

Yukari sees your attempt at interference, and narrows her eyes. "I don't have any quarrel with you, Jojo-senpai..."

She then laughs, haughtily. You get the feeling she's trying to sound like an evil overlady out of an anime or something, but it just highlights how much of a friggin' kid she is.
"...but Tsukune Aono must be punished for his arrogance in daring to come near my Moka!"

Now some of the brooms are flying at you. ...wonderful.

- [X] Smash the brooms as they get in your way.

Fortunately, you're an experienced fighter, with countless street brawls and other assorted asskickings under your belt. So it's only minimal trouble for you to intercept brooms that get too close and smash them into splinters with a punch or a kick.

Yukari's eyes flash dangerously; she might be about to step up her gam-

All of a sudden, Moka lets out a shriek of surprise and points out the window in the most over-dramatic manner possible. "T-that's a space pony, isn't it?! W-with pink stardust, and... a-and an alien storybook princess in a big poofy space suit, and things like that?!"

...it is, without a doubt, the single most horrible attempt at a distraction you have ever heard. You feel horrible for making use of it if it works. You really hope Moka feels horrible for having even thought of it, much less having uttered it aloud.

And then the brooms immediately fall to the floor, lifeless.

"REALLY?! OHMIGOSH WHERE?!"

...Yukari completely and totally fell for it.

-[x]Drag Tsukune out of view from the Sorcerer's Apprentice and prompt him for a recap.

As you grab Tsukune by the back of his uniform collar and drag him out of this mess, your soul burns with shame felt on Yukari's behalf.

______

A few minutes afterward, you've taken refuge in the library, hoping that an alleged academic like Yukari will respect the quiet sanctity of the place.

"Th-thanks," Aono huffs and heaves, "for saving me, senpai."

You shake off his gratitude. "I get the feeling that this is one major pain in the ass I've involved myself in, and in the larger sense, I don't give a damn. ..but I suppose I should ask anyway. What the hell started this mess."

Tsukune scowls. "Well, you've probably either seen, or guessed the biggest part of it, senpai. You were there when Moka stepped in and gave Yukari's class rep that scolding in front of everyone, right?"

You nod. For a split-second, you get the sense of a yellow filter imposed between you, and the world around you. The impression abruptly ceases, and you're left wondering if it even happened at all.
"Well, it seems like Yukari decided then and there that she was head-over-heels in love with Moka, especially after spending about five minutes to get to know how... you know... nice she is."

Yeah, that sounds about right.

Tsukune pauses, and then amends his testimony. "Actually it seems like she'd been crushing Moka for a while now, but was never able to meet up with her until today."

Wonderful. "Let me guess. Yukari made some half-hearted appeal to Moka's sympathy. And because your girlfriend's a total pushover, it went off without a hitch."

You ignore Tsukune's indignant and embarassed spluttering response to your bluntness, inferring from the rest of his reaction that you were pretty much spot-on.

"And then what?"

Tsukune attempts to regain his composure, nervously scratching at his cheek. "...I think that's about the time you came into the picture, senpai."

...so, that's the situation.

You begin to remind Tsukune that he just got his ass kicked by a little girl, when one of your clubmates urgently taps on the window to get your attention. It's that little guy who manned the recruitment booth... Kazama, you think his name was?

Seeing that the librarian isn't around, you open the window. "Problem?"

Highly distressed, Kazama says, "Those jerks in the wrestling club stole our entire stock of motor oil and said they're going to use it to lubricate their bodies for a public exhibition tournament!"

This immediately grabs your attention, and you grit your teeth in fury. "Those... bastards... There's no way in hell our budget can cover the loss from that...!"

You start to climb out the open window, so that Kazama can lead you to the oil thieves. At the last moment, you turn back to Tsukune. "Unless you're seriously going to ask me to save you from a little girl with a magic stick, I'm heading out."

____

You are Tsukune Aono.

[]...you're screwed, and can't do anything without Moka or as a crutch. You have to make this clear to him!
[]...nah, you've got this covered. The mechanics club needs senpai's help way more than you do.
 
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You shrug, tell her to just do what she wants, and make your way to drag Tsukune out of the enchanted brooms that are dogpiling him. Mizore sighs in reply, before disappearing somewhere. Probably to peep on you from inside the ceiling, or something.

She then laughs, haughtily. You get the feeling she's trying to sound like an evil overlady out of an anime or something, but it just highlights how much of a friggin' kid she is.


You nod. For a split-second, you get the sense of a yellow filter imposed between you, and the world around you. The impression abruptly ceases, and you're left wondering if it even happened at all.
Hora hora.
Yellow filter?
 
[X]...nah, you've got this covered. The mechanics club needs senpai's help way more than you do.

I believe in you Tsukune. You can do it.
 
[X]...nah, you've got this covered. The mechanics club needs senpai's help way more than you do.

Tsukune will just have to reason with Yukari. That'll work, right?
 
[X]...nah, you've got this covered. The mechanics club needs senpai's help way more than you do.


Can we add more?
--[X] But later, can you teach me how to do that glowy thing you did before?
 
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