*Whichever one wants ice cream more. I'll have to take a bit to reply, though.*
*It’s fine, that would probably be both of them if I’m honest though. I’ll go with Homeless dude.*
Alucard is doing what he’s never not doing, walking around in his tattered rags, at this point anyone who stays in town for more than a day has at least seen him walking around once, strangely they have never seen him need to eat or drink anything, always looking healthy enough to survive.
Glace, the manager of the local soda shop, waves him in. I think Al is a stand user, so he would probably see the wing-covered, militarized half-flesh half-cake angel shooting at something behind the counter just before the masked manager places an apple-pie flavored float down and gestures to it, evidently offering it to him.
Al looks toward them, slightly tired, deep bags under his eyes. He decides to walk over, looking at the apple pie with confusion and suspicion, raising a hand to scratch his unkempt beard, “Why are you doing this? Do I look more malnourished than usual?” They would see sand swirling around in a bottle at his side.
Sattes is in her hideout, a rundown abandoned legal office in the heart of Marino. She’s examining a few documents.
Doflamingo is walking around the town, being one of the more wealthy members of the town is interested in the remains of the legal office, and what he could do with it. Standing outside of it, his broken crown visible to the stand user.
Sattes hears the sound and quickly scampers out of the view of the windows. She looks around the corner, watching Doflamingo carefully. A large, sage green organic spike appears over her right hand.
He puts his hands in his pockets before looking around, making sure the area is clear. He then walks inside, any boards or doors in the way simply moving with a wave of his hand, leaning down to walks through the door frame, his glasses slightly lowering on his face.
Sattes moves over into the corner, preparing to ambush the unknown intruder.
He looks around the room, “I can tell someone is here, either come out or end up dead. Either way I’ll see who you are.” He says pushing his glasses back up.
Sattes jumps out, attempting to surprise and stab Doflamingo with her spike. Attack: 6 Damage: 15 piercing damage plus 4 poison damage.
He easily sidesteps the attack, seemingly already knowing where they were “Ah, looks like you missed. Disappointing.” His crown shivers as his words seem to become stronger “Grovel.” Wis save.
Glace, the manager of the local soda shop, waves him in. I think Al is a stand user, so he would probably see the wing-covered, militarized half-flesh half-cake angel shooting at something behind the counter just before the masked manager places an apple-pie flavored float down and gestures to it, evidently offering it to him.
Al looks toward them, slightly tired, deep bags under his eyes. He decides to walk over, looking at the apple pie with confusion and suspicion, raising a hand to scratch his unkempt beard, “Why are you doing this? Do I look more malnourished than usual?” They would see sand swirling around in a bottle at his side.
"Just thought I would do something nice. Not enough people in this town are doing good things for each other, and I want to balance out the equation." He notices the burn scars reaching out from underneath her food service mask. "If you don't like apple and vanilla, I can change it for you." The angelic stand racks its shotguns.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Glace, the manager of the local soda shop, waves him in. I think Al is a stand user, so he would probably see the wing-covered, militarized half-flesh half-cake angel shooting at something behind the counter just before the masked manager places an apple-pie flavored float down and gestures to it, evidently offering it to him.
Al looks toward them, slightly tired, deep bags under his eyes. He decides to walk over, looking at the apple pie with confusion and suspicion, raising a hand to scratch his unkempt beard, “Why are you doing this? Do I look more malnourished than usual?” They would see sand swirling around in a bottle at his side.
"Just thought I would do something nice. Not enough people in this town are doing good things for each other, and I want to balance out the equation." He notices the burn scars reaching out from underneath her food service mask. "If you don't like apple and vanilla, I can change it for you." The angelic stand racks its shotguns.
He shakes his head, his rags moving, revealing deep scars of his own “This is fine, thank you. I haven’t eaten as recently as I would like to.” He reaches a hand into the hot pie, not wincing from the heat, taking out a piece and biting down. He smiles “This is a good pie, reminds me of home.” The sand stops swirling slowly, the storm within calming.
Glace, the manager of the local soda shop, waves him in. I think Al is a stand user, so he would probably see the wing-covered, militarized half-flesh half-cake angel shooting at something behind the counter just before the masked manager places an apple-pie flavored float down and gestures to it, evidently offering it to him.
Al looks toward them, slightly tired, deep bags under his eyes. He decides to walk over, looking at the apple pie with confusion and suspicion, raising a hand to scratch his unkempt beard, “Why are you doing this? Do I look more malnourished than usual?” They would see sand swirling around in a bottle at his side.
"Just thought I would do something nice. Not enough people in this town are doing good things for each other, and I want to balance out the equation." He notices the burn scars reaching out from underneath her food service mask. "If you don't like apple and vanilla, I can change it for you." The angelic stand racks its shotguns.
He shakes his head, his rags moving, revealing deep scars of his own “This is fine, thank you. I haven’t eaten as recently as I would like to.” He reaches a hand into the hot pie, not wincing from the heat, taking out a piece and biting down. He smiles “This is a good pie, reminds me of home.” The sand stops swirling slowly, the storm within calming.
"I'm glad I could make you happy, mister. I specialize in floats, ice cream, candy, and soda, but pie is something I can do too." The stand sits down in a chair behind Glace. "I can have something fresh for you every day. If you have any friends who need a pick-me-up, you can bring them too. I think good treats should be a right, not a privilege. Though honestly I wish those less-legally-inclined folks didn't agree with me so whole-heartedly. I've had to replace the glass twice this month."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Glace, the manager of the local soda shop, waves him in. I think Al is a stand user, so he would probably see the wing-covered, militarized half-flesh half-cake angel shooting at something behind the counter just before the masked manager places an apple-pie flavored float down and gestures to it, evidently offering it to him.
Al looks toward them, slightly tired, deep bags under his eyes. He decides to walk over, looking at the apple pie with confusion and suspicion, raising a hand to scratch his unkempt beard, “Why are you doing this? Do I look more malnourished than usual?” They would see sand swirling around in a bottle at his side.
"Just thought I would do something nice. Not enough people in this town are doing good things for each other, and I want to balance out the equation." He notices the burn scars reaching out from underneath her food service mask. "If you don't like apple and vanilla, I can change it for you." The angelic stand racks its shotguns.
He shakes his head, his rags moving, revealing deep scars of his own “This is fine, thank you. I haven’t eaten as recently as I would like to.” He reaches a hand into the hot pie, not wincing from the heat, taking out a piece and biting down. He smiles “This is a good pie, reminds me of home.” The sand stops swirling slowly, the storm within calming.
"I'm glad I could make you happy, mister. I specialize in floats, ice cream, candy, and soda, but pie is something I can do too." The stand sits down in a chair behind Glace. "I can have something fresh for you every day. If you have any friends who need a pick-me-up, you can bring them too. I think good treats should be a right, not a privilege. Though honestly I wish those less-legally-inclined folks didn't agree with me so whole-heartedly. I've had to replace the glass twice this month."
“I don’t have any friends worth bringing here.” He says coldly, a dark look crossing his eyes “Thank you for this but I wouldn’t ask you for this ever.” He takes out his bottle of sand from his belt “You shouldn’t keep your stand so public like that, someone will kill you.” He pours some sand onto the counter, a quite large pile of sand now at the counter.
“I don’t have any friends worth bringing here.” He says coldly, a dark look crossing his eyes “Thank you for this but I wouldn’t ask you for this ever.” He takes out his bottle of sand from his belt “You shouldn’t keep your stand so public like that, someone will kill you.” He pours some sand onto the counter, a quite large pile of sand now at the counter.
"Brother, I've been shot, bombed, speared, stabbed, napalmed, and gassed. No loser with a sideways pistol is gonna take me down. And even if they do, it's not like I was gonna live forever anyway." She eyes the sand on the counter. "Do you do that wherever you go?"
“I don’t have any friends worth bringing here.” He says coldly, a dark look crossing his eyes “Thank you for this but I wouldn’t ask you for this ever.” He takes out his bottle of sand from his belt “You shouldn’t keep your stand so public like that, someone will kill you.” He pours some sand onto the counter, a quite large pile of sand now at the counter.
"Brother, I've been shot, bombed, speared, stabbed, napalmed, and gassed. No loser with a sideways pistol is gonna take me down. And even if they do, it's not like I was gonna live forever anyway." She eyes the sand on the counter. "Do you do that wherever you go?"
“Ah of course you’ll be fine. No, I’m just looking to search the building and I don’t plan on you stopping me. Nothing personal, just looking around.” Suddenly she’s blind, she can’t speak, all she can do is think and hear. She hears him walking around her building “Just so you know, I won’t be stealing anything.”
“I don’t have any friends worth bringing here.” He says coldly, a dark look crossing his eyes “Thank you for this but I wouldn’t ask you for this ever.” He takes out his bottle of sand from his belt “You shouldn’t keep your stand so public like that, someone will kill you.” He pours some sand onto the counter, a quite large pile of sand now at the counter.
"Brother, I've been shot, bombed, speared, stabbed, napalmed, and gassed. No loser with a sideways pistol is gonna take me down. And even if they do, it's not like I was gonna live forever anyway." She eyes the sand on the counter. "Do you do that wherever you go?"
“Ah of course you’ll be fine. No, I’m just looking to search the building and I don’t plan on you stopping me. Nothing personal, just looking around.” Suddenly she’s blind, she can’t speak, all she can do is think and hear. She hears him walking around her building “Just so you know, I won’t be stealing anything.”
She doesn't respond. Of course she doesn't.
There does not appear to be anything of real value in the building. She has dog tags hanging on a board in the back next to unfinished concoction recipes. Oh, and there's a semi-auto pistol under the counter. The clothes in her locker are pretty mundane, and overall she doesn't seem that special other than her big, angelic stand, which I assume is frozen as well.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I don’t have any friends worth bringing here.” He says coldly, a dark look crossing his eyes “Thank you for this but I wouldn’t ask you for this ever.” He takes out his bottle of sand from his belt “You shouldn’t keep your stand so public like that, someone will kill you.” He pours some sand onto the counter, a quite large pile of sand now at the counter.
"Brother, I've been shot, bombed, speared, stabbed, napalmed, and gassed. No loser with a sideways pistol is gonna take me down. And even if they do, it's not like I was gonna live forever anyway." She eyes the sand on the counter. "Do you do that wherever you go?"
“Ah of course you’ll be fine. No, I’m just looking to search the building and I don’t plan on you stopping me. Nothing personal, just looking around.” Suddenly she’s blind, she can’t speak, all she can do is think and hear. She hears him walking around her building “Just so you know, I won’t be stealing anything.”
She doesn't respond. Of course she doesn't.
There does not appear to be anything of real value in the building. She has dog tags hanging on a board in the back next to unfinished concoction recipes. Oh, and there's a semi-auto pistol under the counter. The clothes in her locker are pretty mundane, and overall she doesn't seem that special other than her big, angelic stand, which I assume is frozen as well.
He takes a long look at the dog tags, an empty pained look entering his eyes, until he walks back to the woman, the entire store unfreezing as he goes back to eating the pie with his hands, newly clean from using the store bathroom to wash them “Nothing is missing.”
“I don’t have any friends worth bringing here.” He says coldly, a dark look crossing his eyes “Thank you for this but I wouldn’t ask you for this ever.” He takes out his bottle of sand from his belt “You shouldn’t keep your stand so public like that, someone will kill you.” He pours some sand onto the counter, a quite large pile of sand now at the counter.
"Brother, I've been shot, bombed, speared, stabbed, napalmed, and gassed. No loser with a sideways pistol is gonna take me down. And even if they do, it's not like I was gonna live forever anyway." She eyes the sand on the counter. "Do you do that wherever you go?"
“Ah of course you’ll be fine. No, I’m just looking to search the building and I don’t plan on you stopping me. Nothing personal, just looking around.” Suddenly she’s blind, she can’t speak, all she can do is think and hear. She hears him walking around her building “Just so you know, I won’t be stealing anything.”
She doesn't respond. Of course she doesn't.
There does not appear to be anything of real value in the building. She has dog tags hanging on a board in the back next to unfinished concoction recipes. Oh, and there's a semi-auto pistol under the counter. The clothes in her locker are pretty mundane, and overall she doesn't seem that special other than her big, angelic stand, which I assume is frozen as well.
He takes a long look at the dog tags, an empty pained look entering his eyes, until he walks back to the woman, the entire store unfreezing as he goes back to eating the pie with his hands, newly clean from using the store bathroom to wash them “Nothing is missing.”
"Well, I guess your total violation of both my privacy and free will is fine then." She does not look happy. Her stand just sits there in the chair, arms and wings folded.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I don’t have any friends worth bringing here.” He says coldly, a dark look crossing his eyes “Thank you for this but I wouldn’t ask you for this ever.” He takes out his bottle of sand from his belt “You shouldn’t keep your stand so public like that, someone will kill you.” He pours some sand onto the counter, a quite large pile of sand now at the counter.
"Brother, I've been shot, bombed, speared, stabbed, napalmed, and gassed. No loser with a sideways pistol is gonna take me down. And even if they do, it's not like I was gonna live forever anyway." She eyes the sand on the counter. "Do you do that wherever you go?"
“Ah of course you’ll be fine. No, I’m just looking to search the building and I don’t plan on you stopping me. Nothing personal, just looking around.” Suddenly she’s blind, she can’t speak, all she can do is think and hear. She hears him walking around her building “Just so you know, I won’t be stealing anything.”
She doesn't respond. Of course she doesn't.
There does not appear to be anything of real value in the building. She has dog tags hanging on a board in the back next to unfinished concoction recipes. Oh, and there's a semi-auto pistol under the counter. The clothes in her locker are pretty mundane, and overall she doesn't seem that special other than her big, angelic stand, which I assume is frozen as well.
He takes a long look at the dog tags, an empty pained look entering his eyes, until he walks back to the woman, the entire store unfreezing as he goes back to eating the pie with his hands, newly clean from using the store bathroom to wash them “Nothing is missing.”
"Well, I guess your total violation of both my privacy and free will is fine then." She does not look happy. Her stand just sits there in the chair, arms and wings folded.
“If you’ve got a problem with it then let me starve, or kill me yourself. Either way I won’t be bothered by it.” He puts the sand back in his bottle and corks it back up.
“I don’t have any friends worth bringing here.” He says coldly, a dark look crossing his eyes “Thank you for this but I wouldn’t ask you for this ever.” He takes out his bottle of sand from his belt “You shouldn’t keep your stand so public like that, someone will kill you.” He pours some sand onto the counter, a quite large pile of sand now at the counter.
"Brother, I've been shot, bombed, speared, stabbed, napalmed, and gassed. No loser with a sideways pistol is gonna take me down. And even if they do, it's not like I was gonna live forever anyway." She eyes the sand on the counter. "Do you do that wherever you go?"
“Ah of course you’ll be fine. No, I’m just looking to search the building and I don’t plan on you stopping me. Nothing personal, just looking around.” Suddenly she’s blind, she can’t speak, all she can do is think and hear. She hears him walking around her building “Just so you know, I won’t be stealing anything.”
She doesn't respond. Of course she doesn't.
There does not appear to be anything of real value in the building. She has dog tags hanging on a board in the back next to unfinished concoction recipes. Oh, and there's a semi-auto pistol under the counter. The clothes in her locker are pretty mundane, and overall she doesn't seem that special other than her big, angelic stand, which I assume is frozen as well.
He takes a long look at the dog tags, an empty pained look entering his eyes, until he walks back to the woman, the entire store unfreezing as he goes back to eating the pie with his hands, newly clean from using the store bathroom to wash them “Nothing is missing.”
"Well, I guess your total violation of both my privacy and free will is fine then." She does not look happy. Her stand just sits there in the chair, arms and wings folded.
“If you’ve got a problem with it then let me starve, or kill me yourself. Either way I won’t be bothered by it.” He puts the sand back in his bottle and corks it back up.
"Well then." Her stand quickdraws the shotgun and shoots him in the face... dealing no damage. He is blinded by the splatter of thick whipped cream, and his head feels... weird.
Unarmed strike (she's trying to plunge her hand through his now cakified head): 27, damage: you can choose.
*Well that’s unfortunate, anyway I’m assuming what wouldn’t immediately kill.*
He feels his head with a hand softly, before putting some sand into his palm “Did you make my face into a pastry? That’s fun.” He then recorks the bottle methodically before throwing the sand towards her eyes, if it lands immediately causing them to freeze, blinding her. To hit:20
Sattes is in her hideout, a rundown abandoned legal office in the heart of Marino. She’s examining a few documents.
Doflamingo is walking around the town, being one of the more wealthy members of the town is interested in the remains of the legal office, and what he could do with it. Standing outside of it, his broken crown visible to the stand user.
Sattes hears the sound and quickly scampers out of the view of the windows. She looks around the corner, watching Doflamingo carefully. A large, sage green organic spike appears over her right hand.
He puts his hands in his pockets before looking around, making sure the area is clear. He then walks inside, any boards or doors in the way simply moving with a wave of his hand, leaning down to walks through the door frame, his glasses slightly lowering on his face.
Sattes moves over into the corner, preparing to ambush the unknown intruder.
He looks around the room, “I can tell someone is here, either come out or end up dead. Either way I’ll see who you are.” He says pushing his glasses back up.
Sattes jumps out, attempting to surprise and stab Doflamingo with her spike. Attack: 6 Damage: 15 piercing damage plus 4 poison damage.
He easily sidesteps the attack, seemingly already knowing where they were “Ah, looks like you missed. Disappointing.” His crown shivers as his words seem to become stronger “Grovel.” Wis save.
*back, got 25th in my latest 5k out of like 70 or something*
13
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sattes is in her hideout, a rundown abandoned legal office in the heart of Marino. She’s examining a few documents.
Doflamingo is walking around the town, being one of the more wealthy members of the town is interested in the remains of the legal office, and what he could do with it. Standing outside of it, his broken crown visible to the stand user.
Sattes hears the sound and quickly scampers out of the view of the windows. She looks around the corner, watching Doflamingo carefully. A large, sage green organic spike appears over her right hand.
He puts his hands in his pockets before looking around, making sure the area is clear. He then walks inside, any boards or doors in the way simply moving with a wave of his hand, leaning down to walks through the door frame, his glasses slightly lowering on his face.
Sattes moves over into the corner, preparing to ambush the unknown intruder.
He looks around the room, “I can tell someone is here, either come out or end up dead. Either way I’ll see who you are.” He says pushing his glasses back up.
Sattes jumps out, attempting to surprise and stab Doflamingo with her spike. Attack: 6 Damage: 15 piercing damage plus 4 poison damage.
He easily sidesteps the attack, seemingly already knowing where they were “Ah, looks like you missed. Disappointing.” His crown shivers as his words seem to become stronger “Grovel.” Wis save.
*back, got 25th in my latest 5k out of like 70 or something*
13
*Nice job dude. Respect.*
That’s a fail, she feels compelled to bow before Doflamingo, now prone, basking in the magnificent broken crown.
*Well that’s unfortunate, anyway I’m assuming what wouldn’t immediately kill.*
He feels his head with a hand softly, before putting some sand into his palm “Did you make my face into a pastry? That’s fun.” He then recorks the bottle methodically before throwing the sand towards her eyes, if it lands immediately causing them to freeze, blinding her. To hit:20
While that would hit... make a Dex save or take 10 piercing, be unable to move as Al's lower body merges with the ground, and the sand will have turned into harmless sugar.
Also, roll to see if Glace takes damage from using this ability: 5
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Sattes is in her hideout, a rundown abandoned legal office in the heart of Marino. She’s examining a few documents.
Doflamingo is walking around the town, being one of the more wealthy members of the town is interested in the remains of the legal office, and what he could do with it. Standing outside of it, his broken crown visible to the stand user.
Sattes hears the sound and quickly scampers out of the view of the windows. She looks around the corner, watching Doflamingo carefully. A large, sage green organic spike appears over her right hand.
He puts his hands in his pockets before looking around, making sure the area is clear. He then walks inside, any boards or doors in the way simply moving with a wave of his hand, leaning down to walks through the door frame, his glasses slightly lowering on his face.
Sattes moves over into the corner, preparing to ambush the unknown intruder.
He looks around the room, “I can tell someone is here, either come out or end up dead. Either way I’ll see who you are.” He says pushing his glasses back up.
Sattes jumps out, attempting to surprise and stab Doflamingo with her spike. Attack: 6 Damage: 15 piercing damage plus 4 poison damage.
He easily sidesteps the attack, seemingly already knowing where they were “Ah, looks like you missed. Disappointing.” His crown shivers as his words seem to become stronger “Grovel.” Wis save.
*back, got 25th in my latest 5k out of like 70 or something*
13
*Nice job dude. Respect.*
That’s a fail, she feels compelled to bow before Doflamingo, now prone.
Sattes collapses, panting. “I’m not looking for a fight. I thought you were someone else.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Well that’s unfortunate, anyway I’m assuming what wouldn’t immediately kill.*
He feels his head with a hand softly, before putting some sand into his palm “Did you make my face into a pastry? That’s fun.” He then recorks the bottle methodically before throwing the sand towards her eyes, if it lands immediately causing them to freeze, blinding her. To hit:20
While that would hit... make a Dex save or take 12 piercing, be unable to move as Al's lower body merges with the ground, and the sand will have turned into harmless sugar.
Also, roll to see if Glace takes damage from using this ability: 5
Dex save:25
If he succeeds on the save he walks over “I hope we are done fight here, because if I push you then your eyes will end up outside of your head. If you think I’m too weak to do that, it only takes the strength to hold two apples to take someone’s eyes out.” *True fact* He places a hand on their neck “So are we done?”
Sattes is in her hideout, a rundown abandoned legal office in the heart of Marino. She’s examining a few documents.
Doflamingo is walking around the town, being one of the more wealthy members of the town is interested in the remains of the legal office, and what he could do with it. Standing outside of it, his broken crown visible to the stand user.
Sattes hears the sound and quickly scampers out of the view of the windows. She looks around the corner, watching Doflamingo carefully. A large, sage green organic spike appears over her right hand.
He puts his hands in his pockets before looking around, making sure the area is clear. He then walks inside, any boards or doors in the way simply moving with a wave of his hand, leaning down to walks through the door frame, his glasses slightly lowering on his face.
Sattes moves over into the corner, preparing to ambush the unknown intruder.
He looks around the room, “I can tell someone is here, either come out or end up dead. Either way I’ll see who you are.” He says pushing his glasses back up.
Sattes jumps out, attempting to surprise and stab Doflamingo with her spike. Attack: 6 Damage: 15 piercing damage plus 4 poison damage.
He easily sidesteps the attack, seemingly already knowing where they were “Ah, looks like you missed. Disappointing.” His crown shivers as his words seem to become stronger “Grovel.” Wis save.
*back, got 25th in my latest 5k out of like 70 or something*
13
*Nice job dude. Respect.*
That’s a fail, she feels compelled to bow before Doflamingo, now prone.
Sattes collapses, panting. “I’m not looking for a fight. I thought you were someone else.”
He gestures a hand and suddenly there are blades all around him, similar to something Dio did “Ah, how could you mistake me for someone else when I’m over 8ft tall?”
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Al looks toward them, slightly tired, deep bags under his eyes. He decides to walk over, looking at the apple pie with confusion and suspicion, raising a hand to scratch his unkempt beard, “Why are you doing this? Do I look more malnourished than usual?” They would see sand swirling around in a bottle at his side.
He easily sidesteps the attack, seemingly already knowing where they were “Ah, looks like you missed. Disappointing.” His crown shivers as his words seem to become stronger “Grovel.” Wis save.
"Just thought I would do something nice. Not enough people in this town are doing good things for each other, and I want to balance out the equation." He notices the burn scars reaching out from underneath her food service mask. "If you don't like apple and vanilla, I can change it for you." The angelic stand racks its shotguns.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He shakes his head, his rags moving, revealing deep scars of his own “This is fine, thank you. I haven’t eaten as recently as I would like to.” He reaches a hand into the hot pie, not wincing from the heat, taking out a piece and biting down. He smiles “This is a good pie, reminds me of home.” The sand stops swirling slowly, the storm within calming.
"I'm glad I could make you happy, mister. I specialize in floats, ice cream, candy, and soda, but pie is something I can do too." The stand sits down in a chair behind Glace. "I can have something fresh for you every day. If you have any friends who need a pick-me-up, you can bring them too. I think good treats should be a right, not a privilege. Though honestly I wish those less-legally-inclined folks didn't agree with me so whole-heartedly. I've had to replace the glass twice this month."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I don’t have any friends worth bringing here.” He says coldly, a dark look crossing his eyes “Thank you for this but I wouldn’t ask you for this ever.” He takes out his bottle of sand from his belt “You shouldn’t keep your stand so public like that, someone will kill you.” He pours some sand onto the counter, a quite large pile of sand now at the counter.
"Brother, I've been shot, bombed, speared, stabbed, napalmed, and gassed. No loser with a sideways pistol is gonna take me down. And even if they do, it's not like I was gonna live forever anyway." She eyes the sand on the counter. "Do you do that wherever you go?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Ah of course you’ll be fine. No, I’m just looking to search the building and I don’t plan on you stopping me. Nothing personal, just looking around.” Suddenly she’s blind, she can’t speak, all she can do is think and hear. She hears him walking around her building “Just so you know, I won’t be stealing anything.”
She doesn't respond. Of course she doesn't.
There does not appear to be anything of real value in the building. She has dog tags hanging on a board in the back next to unfinished concoction recipes. Oh, and there's a semi-auto pistol under the counter. The clothes in her locker are pretty mundane, and overall she doesn't seem that special other than her big, angelic stand, which I assume is frozen as well.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He takes a long look at the dog tags, an empty pained look entering his eyes, until he walks back to the woman, the entire store unfreezing as he goes back to eating the pie with his hands, newly clean from using the store bathroom to wash them “Nothing is missing.”
"Well, I guess your total violation of both my privacy and free will is fine then." She does not look happy. Her stand just sits there in the chair, arms and wings folded.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“If you’ve got a problem with it then let me starve, or kill me yourself. Either way I won’t be bothered by it.” He puts the sand back in his bottle and corks it back up.
"Well then." Her stand quickdraws the shotgun and shoots him in the face... dealing no damage. He is blinded by the splatter of thick whipped cream, and his head feels... weird.
Unarmed strike (she's trying to plunge her hand through his now cakified head): 27, damage: you can choose.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Well that’s unfortunate, anyway I’m assuming what wouldn’t immediately kill.*
He feels his head with a hand softly, before putting some sand into his palm “Did you make my face into a pastry? That’s fun.” He then recorks the bottle methodically before throwing the sand towards her eyes, if it lands immediately causing them to freeze, blinding her. To hit:20
*back, got 25th in my latest 5k out of like 70 or something*
13
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Nice job dude. Respect.*
That’s a fail, she feels compelled to bow before Doflamingo, now prone, basking in the magnificent broken crown.
While that would hit... make a Dex save or take 10 piercing, be unable to move as Al's lower body merges with the ground, and the sand will have turned into harmless sugar.
Also, roll to see if Glace takes damage from using this ability: 5
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Sattes collapses, panting. “I’m not looking for a fight. I thought you were someone else.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Dex save:25
If he succeeds on the save he walks over “I hope we are done fight here, because if I push you then your eyes will end up outside of your head. If you think I’m too weak to do that, it only takes the strength to hold two apples to take someone’s eyes out.” *True fact* He places a hand on their neck “So are we done?”
He gestures a hand and suddenly there are blades all around him, similar to something Dio did “Ah, how could you mistake me for someone else when I’m over 8ft tall?”