*I'm just gonna make an Appetite Demon from Toriko but as a really big Automatic stand. They're basically the same thing anyway.*
*Just so you know, (Since I haven't gotten around to redoing stand types) Automatic stands aren't always sentient. Automatic stands refer to a stand that only works when a specific criterion is met, then acting in a preprogramed way without direct user input*
*Ah. I was thinking of stands like Anubis that are basically living beings of their own. Then again, I think Anubis was also a Bound stand, right? Being bound to a possessive sword or something? I don't think that would be good for the character I'm thinking of.*
*I'm not sure what other categories to put it into, since it's too big to be really "close range" but lacks true ranged attacks. What would you suggest?*
|- So about that, Anubis WAS originally a stand, we don't know WHAT TYPE of stand, to a Blacksmith 500 years before Part 3. His user died so instead of dissapating, Anubis bonded with the sword the Master used before death. Whitesnake is like one of the Few stands I know of that SEEMED to have a mind of its own. -|
*Notorious B I G, Spice Girl, King Crimson (to an extent), GER, Chariot Requiem, Cheap Trick, Paisly Park, Dragon's Dream, Wonder of U and Sex Pistols just to name a few*
*Notorious B I G feels like a stretch for that one. All the others seem fair though.*
*It moves on its own and is capable of speaking, as well as understanding the nature of its existence better than its user did, and also can write and understood Giorno’s thoughts. That seems pretty sentient to me*
*Well it only followed after where the heat was, so that seems more animalistic then sentient to me, considering it could have continued to chase after Giorno after killing their user, but they instead follow the big heat. Also a Hamon User would be screwed against Notorious B I G.*
*It follows speed, not heat, you’re thinking of Sheer Heart Attack. And either way, it can think, speak and is aware of its environment. And by that logic, any non-human animal is not sentient. Which is just false. So yeah, Notorious B I G is sentient.*
*Ah, either way. When I am referring to sentience I mean that they are able to understand more complex thing than having the ability to see, and despite having the ability to think it seemingly never does, once again, choosing to follow whatever is moving fastest with no regard for anything else.*
*I need some 'looking down on homeless people' action, so sure*
*Poor choice of words, but okay.*
The Homeless man is doing what he almost always does, walking along the streets, his bare feet against the burning pavement, seemingly unbothered.
*shhhh nobody will know*
Spark has just exited an art supply shop, buying a suspicious amount of red paint as well as several thin but large sheets of canvas material, bumping into the man.
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
*I'm just gonna make an Appetite Demon from Toriko but as a really big Automatic stand. They're basically the same thing anyway.*
*Just so you know, (Since I haven't gotten around to redoing stand types) Automatic stands aren't always sentient. Automatic stands refer to a stand that only works when a specific criterion is met, then acting in a preprogramed way without direct user input*
*Ah. I was thinking of stands like Anubis that are basically living beings of their own. Then again, I think Anubis was also a Bound stand, right? Being bound to a possessive sword or something? I don't think that would be good for the character I'm thinking of.*
*I'm not sure what other categories to put it into, since it's too big to be really "close range" but lacks true ranged attacks. What would you suggest?*
|- So about that, Anubis WAS originally a stand, we don't know WHAT TYPE of stand, to a Blacksmith 500 years before Part 3. His user died so instead of dissapating, Anubis bonded with the sword the Master used before death. Whitesnake is like one of the Few stands I know of that SEEMED to have a mind of its own. -|
*Notorious B I G, Spice Girl, King Crimson (to an extent), GER, Chariot Requiem, Cheap Trick, Paisly Park, Dragon's Dream, Wonder of U and Sex Pistols just to name a few*
*Notorious B I G feels like a stretch for that one. All the others seem fair though.*
*It moves on its own and is capable of speaking, as well as understanding the nature of its existence better than its user did, and also can write and understood Giorno’s thoughts. That seems pretty sentient to me*
*Well it only followed after where the heat was, so that seems more animalistic then sentient to me, considering it could have continued to chase after Giorno after killing their user, but they instead follow the big heat. Also a Hamon User would be screwed against Notorious B I G.*
*It follows speed, not heat, you’re thinking of Sheer Heart Attack. And either way, it can think, speak and is aware of its environment. And by that logic, any non-human animal is not sentient. Which is just false. So yeah, Notorious B I G is sentient.*
*Ah, either way. When I am referring to sentience I mean that they are able to understand more complex thing than having the ability to see, and despite having the ability to think it seemingly never does, once again, choosing to follow whatever is moving fastest with no regard for anything else.*
*Because it’s an automatic type and speed is its criteria. Also, it can’t see, and the fact that it can still process information and somehow even write, only speaks to its intelligence. I’m not trying to say it’s the smartest stand or anything, but for an automatic type with a very wide criteria, it still manages to think and process the world around it*
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*I need some 'looking down on homeless people' action, so sure*
*Poor choice of words, but okay.*
The Homeless man is doing what he almost always does, walking along the streets, his bare feet against the burning pavement, seemingly unbothered.
*shhhh nobody will know*
Spark has just exited an art supply shop, buying a suspicious amount of red paint as well as several thin but large sheets of canvas material, bumping into the man.
The man doesn’t look to Spark, not even acknowledging getting bumped into, no noise comes from the man other than his feet against the pavement. If Spark checks his pockets, nothing is missing, the man is just strange, yet familiar.
*I'm just gonna make an Appetite Demon from Toriko but as a really big Automatic stand. They're basically the same thing anyway.*
*Just so you know, (Since I haven't gotten around to redoing stand types) Automatic stands aren't always sentient. Automatic stands refer to a stand that only works when a specific criterion is met, then acting in a preprogramed way without direct user input*
*Ah. I was thinking of stands like Anubis that are basically living beings of their own. Then again, I think Anubis was also a Bound stand, right? Being bound to a possessive sword or something? I don't think that would be good for the character I'm thinking of.*
*I'm not sure what other categories to put it into, since it's too big to be really "close range" but lacks true ranged attacks. What would you suggest?*
|- So about that, Anubis WAS originally a stand, we don't know WHAT TYPE of stand, to a Blacksmith 500 years before Part 3. His user died so instead of dissapating, Anubis bonded with the sword the Master used before death. Whitesnake is like one of the Few stands I know of that SEEMED to have a mind of its own. -|
*Notorious B I G, Spice Girl, King Crimson (to an extent), GER, Chariot Requiem, Cheap Trick, Paisly Park, Dragon's Dream, Wonder of U and Sex Pistols just to name a few*
*Notorious B I G feels like a stretch for that one. All the others seem fair though.*
*It moves on its own and is capable of speaking, as well as understanding the nature of its existence better than its user did, and also can write and understood Giorno’s thoughts. That seems pretty sentient to me*
*Well it only followed after where the heat was, so that seems more animalistic then sentient to me, considering it could have continued to chase after Giorno after killing their user, but they instead follow the big heat. Also a Hamon User would be screwed against Notorious B I G.*
*It follows speed, not heat, you’re thinking of Sheer Heart Attack. And either way, it can think, speak and is aware of its environment. And by that logic, any non-human animal is not sentient. Which is just false. So yeah, Notorious B I G is sentient.*
*Ah, either way. When I am referring to sentience I mean that they are able to understand more complex thing than having the ability to see, and despite having the ability to think it seemingly never does, once again, choosing to follow whatever is moving fastest with no regard for anything else.*
*Because it’s an automatic type and speed is its criteria. Also, it can’t see, and the fact that it can still process information and somehow even write, only speaks to its intelligence. I’m not trying to say it’s the smartest stand or anything, but for an automatic type with a very wide criteria, it still manages to think and process the world around it*
*Fair enough I suppose, fantastic debate, I very much enjoyed it. I hope you have a wonderful day.*
*I need some 'looking down on homeless people' action, so sure*
*Poor choice of words, but okay.*
The Homeless man is doing what he almost always does, walking along the streets, his bare feet against the burning pavement, seemingly unbothered.
*shhhh nobody will know*
Spark has just exited an art supply shop, buying a suspicious amount of red paint as well as several thin but large sheets of canvas material, bumping into the man.
The man doesn’t look to Spark, not even acknowledging getting bumped into, no noise comes from the man other than his feet against the pavement. If Spark checks his pockets, nothing is missing, the man is just strange, yet familiar.
"Excuse me, i'm terribly sorry." He says in a very polite tone, brushing himself off. His voice is heavy with a British accent, but distinguished.
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
*I need some 'looking down on homeless people' action, so sure*
*Poor choice of words, but okay.*
The Homeless man is doing what he almost always does, walking along the streets, his bare feet against the burning pavement, seemingly unbothered.
*shhhh nobody will know*
Spark has just exited an art supply shop, buying a suspicious amount of red paint as well as several thin but large sheets of canvas material, bumping into the man.
The man doesn’t look to Spark, not even acknowledging getting bumped into, no noise comes from the man other than his feet against the pavement. If Spark checks his pockets, nothing is missing, the man is just strange, yet familiar.
"Excuse me, i'm terribly sorry." He says in a very polite tone, brushing himself off. His voice is heavy with a British accent, but distinguished.
The Homeless man waves a hand dismissively, his voice tired but seemingly just as refined “Think nothing of it, the dead hold no qualms with the living.” He continues walking, the voice only more familiar.
*I need some 'looking down on homeless people' action, so sure*
*Poor choice of words, but okay.*
The Homeless man is doing what he almost always does, walking along the streets, his bare feet against the burning pavement, seemingly unbothered.
*shhhh nobody will know*
Spark has just exited an art supply shop, buying a suspicious amount of red paint as well as several thin but large sheets of canvas material, bumping into the man.
The man doesn’t look to Spark, not even acknowledging getting bumped into, no noise comes from the man other than his feet against the pavement. If Spark checks his pockets, nothing is missing, the man is just strange, yet familiar.
"Excuse me, i'm terribly sorry." He says in a very polite tone, brushing himself off. His voice is heavy with a British accent, but distinguished.
The Homeless man waves a hand dismissively, his voice tired but seemingly just as refined “Think nothing of it, the dead hold no qualms with the living.” He continues walking, the voice only more familiar.
"Wait, sir, stop! This seems... odd, I'm sure, but I believe I know you..." Spark catches his breath after the strange confession, adjusting his glasses.
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
*I need some 'looking down on homeless people' action, so sure*
*Poor choice of words, but okay.*
The Homeless man is doing what he almost always does, walking along the streets, his bare feet against the burning pavement, seemingly unbothered.
*shhhh nobody will know*
Spark has just exited an art supply shop, buying a suspicious amount of red paint as well as several thin but large sheets of canvas material, bumping into the man.
The man doesn’t look to Spark, not even acknowledging getting bumped into, no noise comes from the man other than his feet against the pavement. If Spark checks his pockets, nothing is missing, the man is just strange, yet familiar.
"Excuse me, i'm terribly sorry." He says in a very polite tone, brushing himself off. His voice is heavy with a British accent, but distinguished.
The Homeless man waves a hand dismissively, his voice tired but seemingly just as refined “Think nothing of it, the dead hold no qualms with the living.” He continues walking, the voice only more familiar.
"Wait, sir, stop! This seems... odd, I'm sure, but I believe I know you..." Spark catches his breath after the strange confession, adjusting his glasses.
He turns around and lowers his mask, revealing a defined but not sharp face, a thick mustache and beard covering it, the familiarity only becoming greater “What about me do you think you know?”
*I need some 'looking down on homeless people' action, so sure*
*Poor choice of words, but okay.*
The Homeless man is doing what he almost always does, walking along the streets, his bare feet against the burning pavement, seemingly unbothered.
*shhhh nobody will know*
Spark has just exited an art supply shop, buying a suspicious amount of red paint as well as several thin but large sheets of canvas material, bumping into the man.
The man doesn’t look to Spark, not even acknowledging getting bumped into, no noise comes from the man other than his feet against the pavement. If Spark checks his pockets, nothing is missing, the man is just strange, yet familiar.
"Excuse me, i'm terribly sorry." He says in a very polite tone, brushing himself off. His voice is heavy with a British accent, but distinguished.
The Homeless man waves a hand dismissively, his voice tired but seemingly just as refined “Think nothing of it, the dead hold no qualms with the living.” He continues walking, the voice only more familiar.
"Wait, sir, stop! This seems... odd, I'm sure, but I believe I know you..." Spark catches his breath after the strange confession, adjusting his glasses.
He turns around and lowers his mask, revealing a defined but not sharp face, a thick mustache and beard covering it, the familiarity only becoming greater “What about me do you think you know?”
*He knows him because he’s a Lucci.*
*who's the joestar? I'm pretty sure its not me, right?"
"You.... I know your father... yes..." Sparks purple eyes are wide with realization, as if he's seen a ghost.
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
*I need some 'looking down on homeless people' action, so sure*
*Poor choice of words, but okay.*
The Homeless man is doing what he almost always does, walking along the streets, his bare feet against the burning pavement, seemingly unbothered.
*shhhh nobody will know*
Spark has just exited an art supply shop, buying a suspicious amount of red paint as well as several thin but large sheets of canvas material, bumping into the man.
The man doesn’t look to Spark, not even acknowledging getting bumped into, no noise comes from the man other than his feet against the pavement. If Spark checks his pockets, nothing is missing, the man is just strange, yet familiar.
"Excuse me, i'm terribly sorry." He says in a very polite tone, brushing himself off. His voice is heavy with a British accent, but distinguished.
The Homeless man waves a hand dismissively, his voice tired but seemingly just as refined “Think nothing of it, the dead hold no qualms with the living.” He continues walking, the voice only more familiar.
"Wait, sir, stop! This seems... odd, I'm sure, but I believe I know you..." Spark catches his breath after the strange confession, adjusting his glasses.
He turns around and lowers his mask, revealing a defined but not sharp face, a thick mustache and beard covering it, the familiarity only becoming greater “What about me do you think you know?”
*He knows him because he’s a Lucci.*
*who's the joestar? I'm pretty sure its not me, right?"
"You.... I know your father... yes..." Sparks purple eyes are wide with realization, as if he's seen a ghost.
*He doesn’t have to be the Joestar, I think it’s Himy.*
“Oh. My father. Goodbye.” He turns back around and continues walking, a bit of venom in his voice.
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*I need some 'looking down on homeless people' action, so sure*
*Poor choice of words, but okay.*
The Homeless man is doing what he almost always does, walking along the streets, his bare feet against the burning pavement, seemingly unbothered.
*shhhh nobody will know*
Spark has just exited an art supply shop, buying a suspicious amount of red paint as well as several thin but large sheets of canvas material, bumping into the man.
The man doesn’t look to Spark, not even acknowledging getting bumped into, no noise comes from the man other than his feet against the pavement. If Spark checks his pockets, nothing is missing, the man is just strange, yet familiar.
"Excuse me, i'm terribly sorry." He says in a very polite tone, brushing himself off. His voice is heavy with a British accent, but distinguished.
The Homeless man waves a hand dismissively, his voice tired but seemingly just as refined “Think nothing of it, the dead hold no qualms with the living.” He continues walking, the voice only more familiar.
"Wait, sir, stop! This seems... odd, I'm sure, but I believe I know you..." Spark catches his breath after the strange confession, adjusting his glasses.
He turns around and lowers his mask, revealing a defined but not sharp face, a thick mustache and beard covering it, the familiarity only becoming greater “What about me do you think you know?”
*He knows him because he’s a Lucci.*
*who's the joestar? I'm pretty sure its not me, right?"
"You.... I know your father... yes..." Sparks purple eyes are wide with realization, as if he's seen a ghost.
*He doesn’t have to be the Joestar, I think it’s Himy.*
“Oh. My father. Goodbye.” He turns back around and continues walking, a bit of venom in his voice.
"Don Lucci wasn't as bad as they say he was!"
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
*I need some 'looking down on homeless people' action, so sure*
*Poor choice of words, but okay.*
The Homeless man is doing what he almost always does, walking along the streets, his bare feet against the burning pavement, seemingly unbothered.
*shhhh nobody will know*
Spark has just exited an art supply shop, buying a suspicious amount of red paint as well as several thin but large sheets of canvas material, bumping into the man.
The man doesn’t look to Spark, not even acknowledging getting bumped into, no noise comes from the man other than his feet against the pavement. If Spark checks his pockets, nothing is missing, the man is just strange, yet familiar.
"Excuse me, i'm terribly sorry." He says in a very polite tone, brushing himself off. His voice is heavy with a British accent, but distinguished.
The Homeless man waves a hand dismissively, his voice tired but seemingly just as refined “Think nothing of it, the dead hold no qualms with the living.” He continues walking, the voice only more familiar.
"Wait, sir, stop! This seems... odd, I'm sure, but I believe I know you..." Spark catches his breath after the strange confession, adjusting his glasses.
He turns around and lowers his mask, revealing a defined but not sharp face, a thick mustache and beard covering it, the familiarity only becoming greater “What about me do you think you know?”
*He knows him because he’s a Lucci.*
*who's the joestar? I'm pretty sure its not me, right?"
"You.... I know your father... yes..." Sparks purple eyes are wide with realization, as if he's seen a ghost.
*He doesn’t have to be the Joestar, I think it’s Himy.*
“Oh. My father. Goodbye.” He turns back around and continues walking, a bit of venom in his voice.
"Don Lucci wasn't as bad as they say he was!"
He stops, before walking back over to him, his face has a bit of anger on it “He was my father. I know how bad he was. You seem to have known him personally, how bad was he to you?”
*I think it’s the both of us in a way. I should probably clear that up with him*
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*I need some 'looking down on homeless people' action, so sure*
*Poor choice of words, but okay.*
The Homeless man is doing what he almost always does, walking along the streets, his bare feet against the burning pavement, seemingly unbothered.
*shhhh nobody will know*
Spark has just exited an art supply shop, buying a suspicious amount of red paint as well as several thin but large sheets of canvas material, bumping into the man.
The man doesn’t look to Spark, not even acknowledging getting bumped into, no noise comes from the man other than his feet against the pavement. If Spark checks his pockets, nothing is missing, the man is just strange, yet familiar.
"Excuse me, i'm terribly sorry." He says in a very polite tone, brushing himself off. His voice is heavy with a British accent, but distinguished.
The Homeless man waves a hand dismissively, his voice tired but seemingly just as refined “Think nothing of it, the dead hold no qualms with the living.” He continues walking, the voice only more familiar.
"Wait, sir, stop! This seems... odd, I'm sure, but I believe I know you..." Spark catches his breath after the strange confession, adjusting his glasses.
He turns around and lowers his mask, revealing a defined but not sharp face, a thick mustache and beard covering it, the familiarity only becoming greater “What about me do you think you know?”
*He knows him because he’s a Lucci.*
*who's the joestar? I'm pretty sure its not me, right?"
"You.... I know your father... yes..." Sparks purple eyes are wide with realization, as if he's seen a ghost.
*He doesn’t have to be the Joestar, I think it’s Himy.*
“Oh. My father. Goodbye.” He turns back around and continues walking, a bit of venom in his voice.
"Don Lucci wasn't as bad as they say he was!"
He stops, before walking back over to him, his face has a bit of anger on it “He was my father. I know how bad he was. You seem to have known him personally, how bad was he to you?”
"We smoked, we drank... he kinda.. tried to kill me, but he had his own reasons... You know what he wanted? To rid the entire world of stand users, to get rid of the power dynamic.."
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
*I need some 'looking down on homeless people' action, so sure*
*Poor choice of words, but okay.*
The Homeless man is doing what he almost always does, walking along the streets, his bare feet against the burning pavement, seemingly unbothered.
*shhhh nobody will know*
Spark has just exited an art supply shop, buying a suspicious amount of red paint as well as several thin but large sheets of canvas material, bumping into the man.
The man doesn’t look to Spark, not even acknowledging getting bumped into, no noise comes from the man other than his feet against the pavement. If Spark checks his pockets, nothing is missing, the man is just strange, yet familiar.
"Excuse me, i'm terribly sorry." He says in a very polite tone, brushing himself off. His voice is heavy with a British accent, but distinguished.
The Homeless man waves a hand dismissively, his voice tired but seemingly just as refined “Think nothing of it, the dead hold no qualms with the living.” He continues walking, the voice only more familiar.
"Wait, sir, stop! This seems... odd, I'm sure, but I believe I know you..." Spark catches his breath after the strange confession, adjusting his glasses.
He turns around and lowers his mask, revealing a defined but not sharp face, a thick mustache and beard covering it, the familiarity only becoming greater “What about me do you think you know?”
*He knows him because he’s a Lucci.*
*who's the joestar? I'm pretty sure its not me, right?"
"You.... I know your father... yes..." Sparks purple eyes are wide with realization, as if he's seen a ghost.
*He doesn’t have to be the Joestar, I think it’s Himy.*
“Oh. My father. Goodbye.” He turns back around and continues walking, a bit of venom in his voice.
"Don Lucci wasn't as bad as they say he was!"
He stops, before walking back over to him, his face has a bit of anger on it “He was my father. I know how bad he was. You seem to have known him personally, how bad was he to you?”
"We smoked, we drank... he kinda.. tried to kill me, but he had his own reasons... You know what he wanted? To rid the entire world of stand users, to get rid of the power dynamic.."
His face softens back to a stone expression, unreadable “He tried to kill you, he tried to kill anyone with a stand. You think that it was for a good cause, I think he was just a madman. He would have killed you and me for nothing more than chance.”
*I just realized that I now need a character for my stand...*
*They're a vigilante for sure, because why else would they be a playable character on this thread, and, OOH, they could own an old-timey soda shop!*
*Brilliant. By day, they serve milkshakes and floats. By night, they fight crime. Not exactly a caped crusader, but we don't have many of those anyway, so he'll do fine.*
*Also, the stand looks like an angel made of sweets and cake dual-wielding candy-sawn-off shotguns. It has been decided.*
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*Ah, either way. When I am referring to sentience I mean that they are able to understand more complex thing than having the ability to see, and despite having the ability to think it seemingly never does, once again, choosing to follow whatever is moving fastest with no regard for anything else.*
*Poor choice of words, but okay.*
The Homeless man is doing what he almost always does, walking along the streets, his bare feet against the burning pavement, seemingly unbothered.
*shhhh nobody will know*
Spark has just exited an art supply shop, buying a suspicious amount of red paint as well as several thin but large sheets of canvas material, bumping into the man.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Because it’s an automatic type and speed is its criteria. Also, it can’t see, and the fact that it can still process information and somehow even write, only speaks to its intelligence. I’m not trying to say it’s the smartest stand or anything, but for an automatic type with a very wide criteria, it still manages to think and process the world around it*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
The man doesn’t look to Spark, not even acknowledging getting bumped into, no noise comes from the man other than his feet against the pavement. If Spark checks his pockets, nothing is missing, the man is just strange, yet familiar.
*Fair enough I suppose, fantastic debate, I very much enjoyed it. I hope you have a wonderful day.*
"Excuse me, i'm terribly sorry." He says in a very polite tone, brushing himself off. His voice is heavy with a British accent, but distinguished.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
The Homeless man waves a hand dismissively, his voice tired but seemingly just as refined “Think nothing of it, the dead hold no qualms with the living.” He continues walking, the voice only more familiar.
"Wait, sir, stop! This seems... odd, I'm sure, but I believe I know you..." Spark catches his breath after the strange confession, adjusting his glasses.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
He turns around and lowers his mask, revealing a defined but not sharp face, a thick mustache and beard covering it, the familiarity only becoming greater “What about me do you think you know?”
*He knows him because he’s a Lucci.*
*who's the joestar? I'm pretty sure its not me, right?"
"You.... I know your father... yes..." Sparks purple eyes are wide with realization, as if he's seen a ghost.
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S♡J
2-13-25
*He doesn’t have to be the Joestar, I think it’s Himy.*
“Oh. My father. Goodbye.” He turns back around and continues walking, a bit of venom in his voice.
*I am indeed the Joestar. I’m also the Brando*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
"Don Lucci wasn't as bad as they say he was!"
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
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S♡J
2-13-25
*Arent you also DMing or is that Shiver?*
He stops, before walking back over to him, his face has a bit of anger on it “He was my father. I know how bad he was. You seem to have known him personally, how bad was he to you?”
*I think it’s the both of us in a way. I should probably clear that up with him*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
"We smoked, we drank... he kinda.. tried to kill me, but he had his own reasons... You know what he wanted? To rid the entire world of stand users, to get rid of the power dynamic.."
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
His face softens back to a stone expression, unreadable “He tried to kill you, he tried to kill anyone with a stand. You think that it was for a good cause, I think he was just a madman. He would have killed you and me for nothing more than chance.”
*I just realized that I now need a character for my stand...*
*They're a vigilante for sure, because why else would they be a playable character on this thread, and, OOH, they could own an old-timey soda shop!*
*Brilliant. By day, they serve milkshakes and floats. By night, they fight crime. Not exactly a caped crusader, but we don't have many of those anyway, so he'll do fine.*
*Also, the stand looks like an angel made of sweets and cake dual-wielding candy-sawn-off shotguns. It has been decided.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.