In a quiet inn a girl sits in at a round corner table, her long dark blue hair hung down onto the sheet music she's desperately trying to fill out, but keeps seemingly getting it wrong, and scrunches up the parchment with a weep, her pale face now streaked with tears. Unseen to her, a Stand looms a few feet behind her, appearing like a coiled blue alien tree, with a single branch spread out towards her, ending in a glowing lamp shape that hangs above her head, casting a ghostly spotlight on her.
A young man, maybe in his 20s or so approaches her. He sits down next to her, and takes a look at the music “Are you alright young lady?”
She barely looks up from her rapid scrivening and says 'Do I look it? Sorry, I'm a bit shaky at the minute, it's just last night I had the most incredible dream about a beautiful, otherworldly song, and I can't record it for the life of me!' She gives an exasperated shout as she reaches another line and has her mind go completely blank, causing her to ball up yet another sheet to start over and cry even more tears. The flying saucer shaped lamp above her head, extended from the thin gnarled tree, grows slightly brighter.
“Hmm. Well I can’t help you there, as I have no idea what the song is like, but may be able to cheer you up. Clear your head. Then you can come back to this with fresh eyes and a fresh mind.”
She continues to scratch her quill against the page, but tilts her head up just enough to meet his gaze, although it periodically darts back down to the paper. ‘Umm…yes please…I think that would be lovely…but I’ll keep at this whilst you go, just in case it comes back midway through…I’d hate to miss it again…I can just feel that I’ll get it soon!’
“Perfect! So.” He rubs his hands together “What do you do for fun? Other than writing music of course.”
‘Ummm…’ she puts the pen to her lips and thinks, then says ‘I can’t really remember…well, I know I’ve done things in the past I’ve enjoyed, but nothing has ever come as close to being as engrossing as this…it’s weird because it’s driving me mad but the constant closeness, it’s…it’s intoxicating.’ The lamp above her head has now grown even brighter [Speaking of, can he actually see it?]
*If it’s a stand, yes. He sees these things but chooses to politely ignore it*
The man looks deep in thought “How very strange. It’s like it’s consuming your entire life and mind. Quite peculiar.”
[Yup, it's a Stand]
The girl gives a funny sort of laugh and says 'Well...I guess you could say that! It's a such a shame that you don't have something to dedicate yourself to though, don't you think? Don't you want to commit and devote to a masterpiece? Build a legacy?' As she says this, unbeknownst to her, a second branch has sprouted off the tree, and grows in straight geometric patterns towards the man before another alien lamp-flower blooms on the end of the branch above him, the light it casts probing his thoughts to try and draw out and emphasise any hobbies of his to turn into obsessions [Make a DC 15 Wisdom Save]
In a quiet inn a girl sits in at a round corner table, her long dark blue hair hung down onto the sheet music she's desperately trying to fill out, but keeps seemingly getting it wrong, and scrunches up the parchment with a weep, her pale face now streaked with tears. Unseen to her, a Stand looms a few feet behind her, appearing like a coiled blue alien tree, with a single branch spread out towards her, ending in a glowing lamp shape that hangs above her head, casting a ghostly spotlight on her.
A young man, maybe in his 20s or so approaches her. He sits down next to her, and takes a look at the music “Are you alright young lady?”
She barely looks up from her rapid scrivening and says 'Do I look it? Sorry, I'm a bit shaky at the minute, it's just last night I had the most incredible dream about a beautiful, otherworldly song, and I can't record it for the life of me!' She gives an exasperated shout as she reaches another line and has her mind go completely blank, causing her to ball up yet another sheet to start over and cry even more tears. The flying saucer shaped lamp above her head, extended from the thin gnarled tree, grows slightly brighter.
“Hmm. Well I can’t help you there, as I have no idea what the song is like, but may be able to cheer you up. Clear your head. Then you can come back to this with fresh eyes and a fresh mind.”
She continues to scratch her quill against the page, but tilts her head up just enough to meet his gaze, although it periodically darts back down to the paper. ‘Umm…yes please…I think that would be lovely…but I’ll keep at this whilst you go, just in case it comes back midway through…I’d hate to miss it again…I can just feel that I’ll get it soon!’
“Perfect! So.” He rubs his hands together “What do you do for fun? Other than writing music of course.”
‘Ummm…’ she puts the pen to her lips and thinks, then says ‘I can’t really remember…well, I know I’ve done things in the past I’ve enjoyed, but nothing has ever come as close to being as engrossing as this…it’s weird because it’s driving me mad but the constant closeness, it’s…it’s intoxicating.’ The lamp above her head has now grown even brighter [Speaking of, can he actually see it?]
*If it’s a stand, yes. He sees these things but chooses to politely ignore it*
The man looks deep in thought “How very strange. It’s like it’s consuming your entire life and mind. Quite peculiar.”
[Yup, it's a Stand]
The girl gives a funny sort of laugh and says 'Well...I guess you could say that! It's a such a shame that you don't have something to dedicate yourself to though, don't you think? Don't you want to commit and devote to a masterpiece? Build a legacy?' As she says this, unbeknownst to her, a second branch has sprouted off the tree, and grows in straight geometric patterns towards the man before another alien lamp-flower blooms on the end of the branch above him, the light it casts probing his thoughts to try and draw out and emphasise any hobbies of his to turn into obsessions [Make a DC 15 Wisdom Save]
*This man’s favorite pastime is breaking people’s knees. Just want you to know so I’m not held responsible for the chaos that may ensue*
“No not especially. I’m already continuing a legacy, so I don’t have that. I am not much of a man of the arts either.” His hand goes for where a sword would be, but there seems to be no scabbard at his side. Wisdom: 16
The alien bulb just fails to probe into the man's mind, yet the glow still remains on his face. This change in lighting catches the girl's eye, and the curiosity overrides her intense work just enough for her to look up and see the lamp flower above his head. She traces the branch back, and then spots her own lamp. Almost immediately she comes to a conclusion in her mind and decides she wants to move away from the lamp, but this mental signal is all she needs for the tree to do her bidding, as it recoils back from her, even before she can vocalise her thoughts. She looks back and forth to the man incredulously, asking 'Did you see that? My mind feels so much clearer now...like all the fog is gone...' She then tests if she can make it move again, and discovers that she can make the tree sprout multiple branches, ending in the same flying saucer shaped luminous flowers, and can even cause the tree to shrink back away into the ground, and sprout again somewhere new. She murmurs to herself that 'It looks like I can control this thing...clearly that's what's been filling my mind with that Space Song...'
The alien bulb just fails to probe into the man's mind, yet the glow still remains on his face. This change in lighting catches the girl's eye, and the curiosity overrides her intense work just enough for her to look up and see the lamp flower above his head. She traces the branch back, and then spots her own lamp. Almost immediately she comes to a conclusion in her mind and decides she wants to move away from the lamp, but this mental signal is all she needs for the tree to do her bidding, as it recoils back from her, even before she can vocalise her thoughts. She looks back and forth to the man incredulously, asking 'Did you see that? My mind feels so much clearer now...like all the fog is gone...' She then tests if she can make it move again, and discovers that she can make the tree sprout multiple branches, ending in the same flying saucer shaped luminous flowers, and can even cause the tree to shrink back away into the ground, and sprout again somewhere new. She murmurs to herself that 'It looks like I can control this thing...clearly that's what's been filling my mind with that Space Song...'
The man sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose “Great…just great. Of course it’s a Stand. I was honestly hoping I had finally gone mad and I was just imagining it, but I guess not.”
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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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
The alien bulb just fails to probe into the man's mind, yet the glow still remains on his face. This change in lighting catches the girl's eye, and the curiosity overrides her intense work just enough for her to look up and see the lamp flower above his head. She traces the branch back, and then spots her own lamp. Almost immediately she comes to a conclusion in her mind and decides she wants to move away from the lamp, but this mental signal is all she needs for the tree to do her bidding, as it recoils back from her, even before she can vocalise her thoughts. She looks back and forth to the man incredulously, asking 'Did you see that? My mind feels so much clearer now...like all the fog is gone...' She then tests if she can make it move again, and discovers that she can make the tree sprout multiple branches, ending in the same flying saucer shaped luminous flowers, and can even cause the tree to shrink back away into the ground, and sprout again somewhere new. She murmurs to herself that 'It looks like I can control this thing...clearly that's what's been filling my mind with that Space Song...'
The man sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose “Great…just great. Of course it’s a Stand. I was honestly hoping I had finally gone mad and I was just imagining it, but I guess not.”
The girl looks in wonder at the Stand, but then arches an eyebrow inquisitively at the man, asking 'So you know more about this? I think it's time you reveal a bit more about what you know, mister. I'll start: My name is Seline Territh, and I'm a travelling performer. Now, tell me about you, and what you know about these so called 'Stands''
The alien bulb just fails to probe into the man's mind, yet the glow still remains on his face. This change in lighting catches the girl's eye, and the curiosity overrides her intense work just enough for her to look up and see the lamp flower above his head. She traces the branch back, and then spots her own lamp. Almost immediately she comes to a conclusion in her mind and decides she wants to move away from the lamp, but this mental signal is all she needs for the tree to do her bidding, as it recoils back from her, even before she can vocalise her thoughts. She looks back and forth to the man incredulously, asking 'Did you see that? My mind feels so much clearer now...like all the fog is gone...' She then tests if she can make it move again, and discovers that she can make the tree sprout multiple branches, ending in the same flying saucer shaped luminous flowers, and can even cause the tree to shrink back away into the ground, and sprout again somewhere new. She murmurs to herself that 'It looks like I can control this thing...clearly that's what's been filling my mind with that Space Song...'
The man sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose “Great…just great. Of course it’s a Stand. I was honestly hoping I had finally gone mad and I was just imagining it, but I guess not.”
The girl looks in wonder at the Stand, but then arches an eyebrow inquisitively at the man, asking 'So you know more about this? I think it's time you reveal a bit more about what you know, mister. I'll start: My name is Seline Territh, and I'm a travelling performer. Now, tell me about you, and what you know about these so called 'Stands''
“You may call me Casey and my family name is not important. My occupation is not for you to know either. And what I know about these stands? Essentially nothing. All I know is that they appear behind some people, or as an object, and only those with a Stand can see a Stand.”
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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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
The alien bulb just fails to probe into the man's mind, yet the glow still remains on his face. This change in lighting catches the girl's eye, and the curiosity overrides her intense work just enough for her to look up and see the lamp flower above his head. She traces the branch back, and then spots her own lamp. Almost immediately she comes to a conclusion in her mind and decides she wants to move away from the lamp, but this mental signal is all she needs for the tree to do her bidding, as it recoils back from her, even before she can vocalise her thoughts. She looks back and forth to the man incredulously, asking 'Did you see that? My mind feels so much clearer now...like all the fog is gone...' She then tests if she can make it move again, and discovers that she can make the tree sprout multiple branches, ending in the same flying saucer shaped luminous flowers, and can even cause the tree to shrink back away into the ground, and sprout again somewhere new. She murmurs to herself that 'It looks like I can control this thing...clearly that's what's been filling my mind with that Space Song...'
The man sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose “Great…just great. Of course it’s a Stand. I was honestly hoping I had finally gone mad and I was just imagining it, but I guess not.”
The girl looks in wonder at the Stand, but then arches an eyebrow inquisitively at the man, asking 'So you know more about this? I think it's time you reveal a bit more about what you know, mister. I'll start: My name is Seline Territh, and I'm a travelling performer. Now, tell me about you, and what you know about these so called 'Stands''
“You may call me Casey and my family name is not important. My occupation is not for you to know either. And what I know about these stands? Essentially nothing. All I know is that they appear behind some people, or as an object, and only those with a Stand can see a Stand.”
She leans forward and says ‘Okay then Casey, Mr. Secretive, if what you’re telling me is true and you can see my Stand, then you must have a Stand yourself. I don’t expect you’ll show me it based on your previous behaviour, but it’s worth asking.’
The alien bulb just fails to probe into the man's mind, yet the glow still remains on his face. This change in lighting catches the girl's eye, and the curiosity overrides her intense work just enough for her to look up and see the lamp flower above his head. She traces the branch back, and then spots her own lamp. Almost immediately she comes to a conclusion in her mind and decides she wants to move away from the lamp, but this mental signal is all she needs for the tree to do her bidding, as it recoils back from her, even before she can vocalise her thoughts. She looks back and forth to the man incredulously, asking 'Did you see that? My mind feels so much clearer now...like all the fog is gone...' She then tests if she can make it move again, and discovers that she can make the tree sprout multiple branches, ending in the same flying saucer shaped luminous flowers, and can even cause the tree to shrink back away into the ground, and sprout again somewhere new. She murmurs to herself that 'It looks like I can control this thing...clearly that's what's been filling my mind with that Space Song...'
The man sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose “Great…just great. Of course it’s a Stand. I was honestly hoping I had finally gone mad and I was just imagining it, but I guess not.”
The girl looks in wonder at the Stand, but then arches an eyebrow inquisitively at the man, asking 'So you know more about this? I think it's time you reveal a bit more about what you know, mister. I'll start: My name is Seline Territh, and I'm a travelling performer. Now, tell me about you, and what you know about these so called 'Stands''
“You may call me Casey and my family name is not important. My occupation is not for you to know either. And what I know about these stands? Essentially nothing. All I know is that they appear behind some people, or as an object, and only those with a Stand can see a Stand.”
She leans forward and says ‘Okay then Casey, Mr. Secretive, if what you’re telling me is true and you can see my Stand, then you must have a Stand yourself. I don’t expect you’ll show me it based on your previous behaviour, but it’s worth asking.’
“Fine. I won’t tell you what it does, but I’ll let you see it.” The ornate hilt of a sword appears in his hand, and he sets it on the table. The sword’s blade seems to be mostly missing, as only a small, jagged piece of it remains intact, effectively making it a dagger
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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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
The alien bulb just fails to probe into the man's mind, yet the glow still remains on his face. This change in lighting catches the girl's eye, and the curiosity overrides her intense work just enough for her to look up and see the lamp flower above his head. She traces the branch back, and then spots her own lamp. Almost immediately she comes to a conclusion in her mind and decides she wants to move away from the lamp, but this mental signal is all she needs for the tree to do her bidding, as it recoils back from her, even before she can vocalise her thoughts. She looks back and forth to the man incredulously, asking 'Did you see that? My mind feels so much clearer now...like all the fog is gone...' She then tests if she can make it move again, and discovers that she can make the tree sprout multiple branches, ending in the same flying saucer shaped luminous flowers, and can even cause the tree to shrink back away into the ground, and sprout again somewhere new. She murmurs to herself that 'It looks like I can control this thing...clearly that's what's been filling my mind with that Space Song...'
The man sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose “Great…just great. Of course it’s a Stand. I was honestly hoping I had finally gone mad and I was just imagining it, but I guess not.”
The girl looks in wonder at the Stand, but then arches an eyebrow inquisitively at the man, asking 'So you know more about this? I think it's time you reveal a bit more about what you know, mister. I'll start: My name is Seline Territh, and I'm a travelling performer. Now, tell me about you, and what you know about these so called 'Stands''
“You may call me Casey and my family name is not important. My occupation is not for you to know either. And what I know about these stands? Essentially nothing. All I know is that they appear behind some people, or as an object, and only those with a Stand can see a Stand.”
She leans forward and says ‘Okay then Casey, Mr. Secretive, if what you’re telling me is true and you can see my Stand, then you must have a Stand yourself. I don’t expect you’ll show me it based on your previous behaviour, but it’s worth asking.’
“Fine. I won’t tell you what it does, but I’ll let you see it.” The ornate hilt of a sword appears in his hand, and he sets it on the table. The sword’s blade seems to be mostly missing, as only a small, jagged piece of it remains intact, effectively making it a dagger
Seline examines it from across the table and gives a hum of interest. ‘Do you know any other users of these Stands?’
The alien bulb just fails to probe into the man's mind, yet the glow still remains on his face. This change in lighting catches the girl's eye, and the curiosity overrides her intense work just enough for her to look up and see the lamp flower above his head. She traces the branch back, and then spots her own lamp. Almost immediately she comes to a conclusion in her mind and decides she wants to move away from the lamp, but this mental signal is all she needs for the tree to do her bidding, as it recoils back from her, even before she can vocalise her thoughts. She looks back and forth to the man incredulously, asking 'Did you see that? My mind feels so much clearer now...like all the fog is gone...' She then tests if she can make it move again, and discovers that she can make the tree sprout multiple branches, ending in the same flying saucer shaped luminous flowers, and can even cause the tree to shrink back away into the ground, and sprout again somewhere new. She murmurs to herself that 'It looks like I can control this thing...clearly that's what's been filling my mind with that Space Song...'
The man sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose “Great…just great. Of course it’s a Stand. I was honestly hoping I had finally gone mad and I was just imagining it, but I guess not.”
The girl looks in wonder at the Stand, but then arches an eyebrow inquisitively at the man, asking 'So you know more about this? I think it's time you reveal a bit more about what you know, mister. I'll start: My name is Seline Territh, and I'm a travelling performer. Now, tell me about you, and what you know about these so called 'Stands''
“You may call me Casey and my family name is not important. My occupation is not for you to know either. And what I know about these stands? Essentially nothing. All I know is that they appear behind some people, or as an object, and only those with a Stand can see a Stand.”
She leans forward and says ‘Okay then Casey, Mr. Secretive, if what you’re telling me is true and you can see my Stand, then you must have a Stand yourself. I don’t expect you’ll show me it based on your previous behaviour, but it’s worth asking.’
“Fine. I won’t tell you what it does, but I’ll let you see it.” The ornate hilt of a sword appears in his hand, and he sets it on the table. The sword’s blade seems to be mostly missing, as only a small, jagged piece of it remains intact, effectively making it a dagger
Seline examines it from across the table and gives a hum of interest. ‘Do you know any other users of these Stands?’
“A few. Why do you ask?”
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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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
The alien bulb just fails to probe into the man's mind, yet the glow still remains on his face. This change in lighting catches the girl's eye, and the curiosity overrides her intense work just enough for her to look up and see the lamp flower above his head. She traces the branch back, and then spots her own lamp. Almost immediately she comes to a conclusion in her mind and decides she wants to move away from the lamp, but this mental signal is all she needs for the tree to do her bidding, as it recoils back from her, even before she can vocalise her thoughts. She looks back and forth to the man incredulously, asking 'Did you see that? My mind feels so much clearer now...like all the fog is gone...' She then tests if she can make it move again, and discovers that she can make the tree sprout multiple branches, ending in the same flying saucer shaped luminous flowers, and can even cause the tree to shrink back away into the ground, and sprout again somewhere new. She murmurs to herself that 'It looks like I can control this thing...clearly that's what's been filling my mind with that Space Song...'
The man sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose “Great…just great. Of course it’s a Stand. I was honestly hoping I had finally gone mad and I was just imagining it, but I guess not.”
The girl looks in wonder at the Stand, but then arches an eyebrow inquisitively at the man, asking 'So you know more about this? I think it's time you reveal a bit more about what you know, mister. I'll start: My name is Seline Territh, and I'm a travelling performer. Now, tell me about you, and what you know about these so called 'Stands''
“You may call me Casey and my family name is not important. My occupation is not for you to know either. And what I know about these stands? Essentially nothing. All I know is that they appear behind some people, or as an object, and only those with a Stand can see a Stand.”
She leans forward and says ‘Okay then Casey, Mr. Secretive, if what you’re telling me is true and you can see my Stand, then you must have a Stand yourself. I don’t expect you’ll show me it based on your previous behaviour, but it’s worth asking.’
“Fine. I won’t tell you what it does, but I’ll let you see it.” The ornate hilt of a sword appears in his hand, and he sets it on the table. The sword’s blade seems to be mostly missing, as only a small, jagged piece of it remains intact, effectively making it a dagger
Seline examines it from across the table and gives a hum of interest. ‘Do you know any other users of these Stands?’
“A few. Why do you ask?”
She smiles and says ‘Well, it seems like there must be a pretty select social circle of Stand Users that are flying under the radar since I hadn’t heard of Stands before. I’ve travelled up and down the country compiling tales and songs, and to hear nothing about this supernatural occurrence means either there’s very few Stand Users, or they’re good at staying hidden. If you know some, then I believe it has to be the latter, and now I want to meet more!’
The alien bulb just fails to probe into the man's mind, yet the glow still remains on his face. This change in lighting catches the girl's eye, and the curiosity overrides her intense work just enough for her to look up and see the lamp flower above his head. She traces the branch back, and then spots her own lamp. Almost immediately she comes to a conclusion in her mind and decides she wants to move away from the lamp, but this mental signal is all she needs for the tree to do her bidding, as it recoils back from her, even before she can vocalise her thoughts. She looks back and forth to the man incredulously, asking 'Did you see that? My mind feels so much clearer now...like all the fog is gone...' She then tests if she can make it move again, and discovers that she can make the tree sprout multiple branches, ending in the same flying saucer shaped luminous flowers, and can even cause the tree to shrink back away into the ground, and sprout again somewhere new. She murmurs to herself that 'It looks like I can control this thing...clearly that's what's been filling my mind with that Space Song...'
The man sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose “Great…just great. Of course it’s a Stand. I was honestly hoping I had finally gone mad and I was just imagining it, but I guess not.”
The girl looks in wonder at the Stand, but then arches an eyebrow inquisitively at the man, asking 'So you know more about this? I think it's time you reveal a bit more about what you know, mister. I'll start: My name is Seline Territh, and I'm a travelling performer. Now, tell me about you, and what you know about these so called 'Stands''
“You may call me Casey and my family name is not important. My occupation is not for you to know either. And what I know about these stands? Essentially nothing. All I know is that they appear behind some people, or as an object, and only those with a Stand can see a Stand.”
She leans forward and says ‘Okay then Casey, Mr. Secretive, if what you’re telling me is true and you can see my Stand, then you must have a Stand yourself. I don’t expect you’ll show me it based on your previous behaviour, but it’s worth asking.’
“Fine. I won’t tell you what it does, but I’ll let you see it.” The ornate hilt of a sword appears in his hand, and he sets it on the table. The sword’s blade seems to be mostly missing, as only a small, jagged piece of it remains intact, effectively making it a dagger
Seline examines it from across the table and gives a hum of interest. ‘Do you know any other users of these Stands?’
“A few. Why do you ask?”
She smiles and says ‘Well, it seems like there must be a pretty select social circle of Stand Users that are flying under the radar since I hadn’t heard of Stands before. I’ve travelled up and down the country compiling tales and songs, and to hear nothing about this supernatural occurrence means either there’s very few Stand Users, or they’re good at staying hidden. If you know some, then I believe it has to be the latter, and now I want to meet more!’
The man sighs tiredly “Alright Seline. That is the worst idea I’ve ever heard. Most of the Stand users I know are some of the most cutthroat crooks and criminals in the world. Pirates, mercenaries, con artists, highwaymen and corrupt officials galore. If there’s a Stand user who uses their Stand for completely noble reasons, I’m yet to meet them. Be glad you met me of all people. Anyone else probably would have exploited you for your powers.”
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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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
The alien bulb just fails to probe into the man's mind, yet the glow still remains on his face. This change in lighting catches the girl's eye, and the curiosity overrides her intense work just enough for her to look up and see the lamp flower above his head. She traces the branch back, and then spots her own lamp. Almost immediately she comes to a conclusion in her mind and decides she wants to move away from the lamp, but this mental signal is all she needs for the tree to do her bidding, as it recoils back from her, even before she can vocalise her thoughts. She looks back and forth to the man incredulously, asking 'Did you see that? My mind feels so much clearer now...like all the fog is gone...' She then tests if she can make it move again, and discovers that she can make the tree sprout multiple branches, ending in the same flying saucer shaped luminous flowers, and can even cause the tree to shrink back away into the ground, and sprout again somewhere new. She murmurs to herself that 'It looks like I can control this thing...clearly that's what's been filling my mind with that Space Song...'
The man sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose “Great…just great. Of course it’s a Stand. I was honestly hoping I had finally gone mad and I was just imagining it, but I guess not.”
The girl looks in wonder at the Stand, but then arches an eyebrow inquisitively at the man, asking 'So you know more about this? I think it's time you reveal a bit more about what you know, mister. I'll start: My name is Seline Territh, and I'm a travelling performer. Now, tell me about you, and what you know about these so called 'Stands''
“You may call me Casey and my family name is not important. My occupation is not for you to know either. And what I know about these stands? Essentially nothing. All I know is that they appear behind some people, or as an object, and only those with a Stand can see a Stand.”
She leans forward and says ‘Okay then Casey, Mr. Secretive, if what you’re telling me is true and you can see my Stand, then you must have a Stand yourself. I don’t expect you’ll show me it based on your previous behaviour, but it’s worth asking.’
“Fine. I won’t tell you what it does, but I’ll let you see it.” The ornate hilt of a sword appears in his hand, and he sets it on the table. The sword’s blade seems to be mostly missing, as only a small, jagged piece of it remains intact, effectively making it a dagger
Seline examines it from across the table and gives a hum of interest. ‘Do you know any other users of these Stands?’
“A few. Why do you ask?”
She smiles and says ‘Well, it seems like there must be a pretty select social circle of Stand Users that are flying under the radar since I hadn’t heard of Stands before. I’ve travelled up and down the country compiling tales and songs, and to hear nothing about this supernatural occurrence means either there’s very few Stand Users, or they’re good at staying hidden. If you know some, then I believe it has to be the latter, and now I want to meet more!’
The man sighs tiredly “Alright Seline. That is the worst idea I’ve ever heard. Most of the Stand users I know are some of the most cutthroat crooks and criminals in the world. Pirates, mercenaries, con artists, highwaymen and corrupt officials galore. If there’s a Stand user who uses their Stand for completely noble reasons, I’m yet to meet them. Be glad you met me of all people. Anyone else probably would have exploited you for your powers.”
She shrugs and says ‘A criminal underbelly does sound accurate for a society of magical power wielding people, but I can hardly imagine it’d ever be organised. Perhaps the mind influencing powers of my Stand could help influence some of these crooks for the better? Unveil a hidden passion for dance, or art or baking!’ She grins, clearly unaware of how dangerous Stand Users can be.
The alien bulb just fails to probe into the man's mind, yet the glow still remains on his face. This change in lighting catches the girl's eye, and the curiosity overrides her intense work just enough for her to look up and see the lamp flower above his head. She traces the branch back, and then spots her own lamp. Almost immediately she comes to a conclusion in her mind and decides she wants to move away from the lamp, but this mental signal is all she needs for the tree to do her bidding, as it recoils back from her, even before she can vocalise her thoughts. She looks back and forth to the man incredulously, asking 'Did you see that? My mind feels so much clearer now...like all the fog is gone...' She then tests if she can make it move again, and discovers that she can make the tree sprout multiple branches, ending in the same flying saucer shaped luminous flowers, and can even cause the tree to shrink back away into the ground, and sprout again somewhere new. She murmurs to herself that 'It looks like I can control this thing...clearly that's what's been filling my mind with that Space Song...'
The man sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose “Great…just great. Of course it’s a Stand. I was honestly hoping I had finally gone mad and I was just imagining it, but I guess not.”
The girl looks in wonder at the Stand, but then arches an eyebrow inquisitively at the man, asking 'So you know more about this? I think it's time you reveal a bit more about what you know, mister. I'll start: My name is Seline Territh, and I'm a travelling performer. Now, tell me about you, and what you know about these so called 'Stands''
“You may call me Casey and my family name is not important. My occupation is not for you to know either. And what I know about these stands? Essentially nothing. All I know is that they appear behind some people, or as an object, and only those with a Stand can see a Stand.”
She leans forward and says ‘Okay then Casey, Mr. Secretive, if what you’re telling me is true and you can see my Stand, then you must have a Stand yourself. I don’t expect you’ll show me it based on your previous behaviour, but it’s worth asking.’
“Fine. I won’t tell you what it does, but I’ll let you see it.” The ornate hilt of a sword appears in his hand, and he sets it on the table. The sword’s blade seems to be mostly missing, as only a small, jagged piece of it remains intact, effectively making it a dagger
Seline examines it from across the table and gives a hum of interest. ‘Do you know any other users of these Stands?’
“A few. Why do you ask?”
She smiles and says ‘Well, it seems like there must be a pretty select social circle of Stand Users that are flying under the radar since I hadn’t heard of Stands before. I’ve travelled up and down the country compiling tales and songs, and to hear nothing about this supernatural occurrence means either there’s very few Stand Users, or they’re good at staying hidden. If you know some, then I believe it has to be the latter, and now I want to meet more!’
The man sighs tiredly “Alright Seline. That is the worst idea I’ve ever heard. Most of the Stand users I know are some of the most cutthroat crooks and criminals in the world. Pirates, mercenaries, con artists, highwaymen and corrupt officials galore. If there’s a Stand user who uses their Stand for completely noble reasons, I’m yet to meet them. Be glad you met me of all people. Anyone else probably would have exploited you for your powers.”
She shrugs and says ‘A criminal underbelly does sound accurate for a society of magical power wielding people, but I can hardly imagine it’d ever be organised. Perhaps the mind influencing powers of my Stand could help influence some of these crooks for the better? Unveil a hidden passion for dance, or art or baking!’ She grins, clearly unaware of how dangerous Stand Users can be.
“You are so incredibly naive. Maybe you could convince them to turn a new leaf, assuming they don’t beat you with sticks, stab you do death in a London back alley, use their Stands to brutally murder you, or poison your drink and watch you die as they sip their tea, after they had invited you over first. Also, it’s not magic, magic isn’t real.”
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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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Seline sighs as he talks, and says with a smirk that ‘I wasn’t born yesterday, and I can certainly hold my own in tense situations. Besides, I think I can figure out ways to make my Stand work for me, but that’s not to say I’m just going to go off on this great, criminal rehabilitating journey alone. I’ll need some friends to have my back, and also land some heavy hits if needed.’ She arches an eyebrow at Casey and says ‘Seeing as you’re the only Stand User I know, and your Stand is literally a sword, I think you’d be a pretty good fit for that role…what do you think?’ She keeps up her sly smile, a bright contrast to her weeping earlier.
Another ship arrives at the docks, though this one a far cry from the one Flynn came on, barely a row boat moving through the mists around the isles. A single man is sitting on the boat, rowing along. A long blonde braided beard and long hair to match his skin, burly wearing hide clothes. Some small rocks seem to be stuck in the beard as he ties it up. He’s a massive man, with calloused hands and bright brown eyes. He begins to head into town, his shoes lacking bottoms as his s bare feet touch the sharp rocks, though he seem unbothered.
A middle aged woman with bright, fiery red hair and warm brown eyes is on the side of the road, selling what seems to be masterfully crafted jewelry and ornately made items. Despite what she’s selling, her clothes are that of a commoner’s, with the exception of a gold wedding band as well as an amber earring. Every time someone buys something from her, she takes their money and goes through a door to a tavern, coming back out without any of it. She doesn’t seem scared of thieves.
A middle aged woman with bright, fiery red hair and warm brown eyes is on the side of the road, selling what seems to be masterfully crafted jewelry and ornately made items. Despite what she’s selling, her clothes are that of a commoner’s, with the exception of a gold wedding band as well as an amber earring. Every time someone buys something from her, she takes their money and goes through a door to a tavern, coming back out without any of it. She doesn’t seem scared of thieves.
The new arrival, who appears to be of Nordic descent, at a similar age, if a bit younger, grey speckled into his blonde beard, walks past them. He nods to them for a moment, with a little bit of a smile, a friendly big guy. His stand follow behind with lumbering steps, a stout, compact piece of stone taking the rough form of a person.
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[Yup, it's a Stand]
The girl gives a funny sort of laugh and says 'Well...I guess you could say that! It's a such a shame that you don't have something to dedicate yourself to though, don't you think? Don't you want to commit and devote to a masterpiece? Build a legacy?' As she says this, unbeknownst to her, a second branch has sprouted off the tree, and grows in straight geometric patterns towards the man before another alien lamp-flower blooms on the end of the branch above him, the light it casts probing his thoughts to try and draw out and emphasise any hobbies of his to turn into obsessions [Make a DC 15 Wisdom Save]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*This man’s favorite pastime is breaking people’s knees. Just want you to know so I’m not held responsible for the chaos that may ensue*
“No not especially. I’m already continuing a legacy, so I don’t have that. I am not much of a man of the arts either.” His hand goes for where a sword would be, but there seems to be no scabbard at his side. Wisdom: 16
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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
[Cut with Himy]
The alien bulb just fails to probe into the man's mind, yet the glow still remains on his face. This change in lighting catches the girl's eye, and the curiosity overrides her intense work just enough for her to look up and see the lamp flower above his head. She traces the branch back, and then spots her own lamp. Almost immediately she comes to a conclusion in her mind and decides she wants to move away from the lamp, but this mental signal is all she needs for the tree to do her bidding, as it recoils back from her, even before she can vocalise her thoughts. She looks back and forth to the man incredulously, asking 'Did you see that? My mind feels so much clearer now...like all the fog is gone...' She then tests if she can make it move again, and discovers that she can make the tree sprout multiple branches, ending in the same flying saucer shaped luminous flowers, and can even cause the tree to shrink back away into the ground, and sprout again somewhere new. She murmurs to herself that 'It looks like I can control this thing...clearly that's what's been filling my mind with that Space Song...'
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
The man sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose “Great…just great. Of course it’s a Stand. I was honestly hoping I had finally gone mad and I was just imagining it, but I guess not.”
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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
The girl looks in wonder at the Stand, but then arches an eyebrow inquisitively at the man, asking 'So you know more about this? I think it's time you reveal a bit more about what you know, mister. I'll start: My name is Seline Territh, and I'm a travelling performer. Now, tell me about you, and what you know about these so called 'Stands''
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
“You may call me Casey and my family name is not important. My occupation is not for you to know either. And what I know about these stands? Essentially nothing. All I know is that they appear behind some people, or as an object, and only those with a Stand can see a Stand.”
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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
She leans forward and says ‘Okay then Casey, Mr. Secretive, if what you’re telling me is true and you can see my Stand, then you must have a Stand yourself. I don’t expect you’ll show me it based on your previous behaviour, but it’s worth asking.’
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
“Fine. I won’t tell you what it does, but I’ll let you see it.” The ornate hilt of a sword appears in his hand, and he sets it on the table. The sword’s blade seems to be mostly missing, as only a small, jagged piece of it remains intact, effectively making it a dagger
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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
Seline examines it from across the table and gives a hum of interest. ‘Do you know any other users of these Stands?’
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
“A few. Why do you ask?”
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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
She smiles and says ‘Well, it seems like there must be a pretty select social circle of Stand Users that are flying under the radar since I hadn’t heard of Stands before. I’ve travelled up and down the country compiling tales and songs, and to hear nothing about this supernatural occurrence means either there’s very few Stand Users, or they’re good at staying hidden. If you know some, then I believe it has to be the latter, and now I want to meet more!’
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
The man sighs tiredly “Alright Seline. That is the worst idea I’ve ever heard. Most of the Stand users I know are some of the most cutthroat crooks and criminals in the world. Pirates, mercenaries, con artists, highwaymen and corrupt officials galore. If there’s a Stand user who uses their Stand for completely noble reasons, I’m yet to meet them. Be glad you met me of all people. Anyone else probably would have exploited you for your powers.”
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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
She shrugs and says ‘A criminal underbelly does sound accurate for a society of magical power wielding people, but I can hardly imagine it’d ever be organised. Perhaps the mind influencing powers of my Stand could help influence some of these crooks for the better? Unveil a hidden passion for dance, or art or baking!’ She grins, clearly unaware of how dangerous Stand Users can be.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*I’m gonna intro someone later when I’m on, just you wait and see.*
“You are so incredibly naive. Maybe you could convince them to turn a new leaf, assuming they don’t beat you with sticks, stab you do death in a London back alley, use their Stands to brutally murder you, or poison your drink and watch you die as they sip their tea, after they had invited you over first. Also, it’s not magic, magic isn’t real.”
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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
*Oh yeah also, Himy, Bloodborne campaign, you need to roll init. I must go now.*
[Cut with Himy]
Seline sighs as he talks, and says with a smirk that ‘I wasn’t born yesterday, and I can certainly hold my own in tense situations. Besides, I think I can figure out ways to make my Stand work for me, but that’s not to say I’m just going to go off on this great, criminal rehabilitating journey alone. I’ll need some friends to have my back, and also land some heavy hits if needed.’ She arches an eyebrow at Casey and says ‘Seeing as you’re the only Stand User I know, and your Stand is literally a sword, I think you’d be a pretty good fit for that role…what do you think?’ She keeps up her sly smile, a bright contrast to her weeping earlier.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
Another ship arrives at the docks, though this one a far cry from the one Flynn came on, barely a row boat moving through the mists around the isles. A single man is sitting on the boat, rowing along. A long blonde braided beard and long hair to match his skin, burly wearing hide clothes. Some small rocks seem to be stuck in the beard as he ties it up. He’s a massive man, with calloused hands and bright brown eyes. He begins to head into town, his shoes lacking bottoms as his s bare feet touch the sharp rocks, though he seem unbothered.
The new arrival, who appears to be of Nordic descent, at a similar age, if a bit younger, grey speckled into his blonde beard, walks past them. He nods to them for a moment, with a little bit of a smile, a friendly big guy. His stand follow behind with lumbering steps, a stout, compact piece of stone taking the rough form of a person.