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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/3/2016 9:54:22 AM
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"Ye. Tha' fight fuсkin' sucked 'nd ain' anyone tellin' meh othawise. Actualleh sorta embarrassed 'bout it, if I'm bein' truthful."
[i]The old Russian went silent, taking a swig of his coco and letting it burn his throat on its way down. It burned like vodka or whiskey, but it was actually hot. He found it pleasant. [/i]
"So, 'twas a Stand, eh? Well, pretteh recentleh, I guess I also got a Stand. I dunno fo' sure, though, in all honesteh. Haven' had da chance ta use 'em yet."
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 12/3/2016 10:21:32 AM"Wait...you're a Stand user as well?" Leone said, standing up now with his coffee. He was at a pathetic 175CM. Leone took another sip as he stared at 'St. Nicholas'. "Did you happen to be stabbed by an Arrow?" He asked, curiously. He wanted to know for sure, seeing how he had been searching for that object for a few years now. An object he wanted not out of greed, but protection. Of course he wasn't obsessed with it, it was more like a side thing for him really, just to get rid of an object that caused his Stand to manifest.
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[i]Jason stood at two meters, about a foot taller than the tiny Leone, so he had to look down. He sipped his drink some more as he slowly nodded, remembering the event in silence. [/i] "Suppose I am one, if ya call 'em Stands. 'Nd, yeah, I was. It hurt like a mothafuсka 'nd I thought I died, before I got right back up ta mah feet. 'Twas a strange day, tha's for certain. Soon afta tha', I leaned how ta use mah 'Stand'. Named it Gone Shootin' afta da song from AC/DC. Name fits, since 'tis a militareh Stand."
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"I see. My Stand is called Holy Diver, named after the Ronnie James Dio song... Because I was listening to RJD. Anyways, mine is more of a fighter really, that is...if it feels like fighting." Leone said, just starting to pop his joints for no reason before taking another sip of his coffee. "So...Santa Claus, you want me to show my Stand?"
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"If it feels like fightin'? Y'got yerself a stubborn lil' Stand, eh, pal? Heh, aight." [i]Jason took a sip of his own, unless he already finished his drink and I'm just retarded. But, either way. The Russian grinned, giving a nod in reaction to Leone's question. [/i] "Sure. Show meh yer Stand. I'll show ya mine as well, though it might jus' be a tad bit trickeh, as 'tis a swarm, realleh. Mah own miniature armeh."
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"It's only because it is more concerned of my protection, nothing more." He said as his Stand formed next to him. Holy Diver was a Humanoid with a powerful build and tall stature. It was clad in tall headgear, part of a mask occasionally resembling a Corinthian Helmet; and armor like plates on many large surfaces on its body, it also bears a heart motif on multiple parts of it body in including but not limited to, the top of its head, chin, shoulders, celiac plexus, belt and knees. Cables join the back of its head to its upper back. It also had pairs of short spikes protruding from its shoulders and ankles. It had multiple irides in its eyes with a ripple pattern. It was Purple and Black, the 'skin' being purple and the armor being black. "This is 「Holy Diver」. A Close Range and Powerful Stand. Capable of destroying even diamond hard objects in a mere few seconds."
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"Nice Stand. Sounds pretteh goddamn powaful. I dig it. Now, suppose fair's fair, eh?" [i]He smirked, grey-silver eyes glinting a little as he sipped more of his hot chocolate, the marshmallows having long since melted. In the meantime, the sounds of roaring engines, marching troops, and flying helicopters could be heard behind Jason, as if there was a small army approaching. He softly chuckled, moving over to Leone's left, and out of the way. Standing and flying there, was Jason's Stand. The front line existed out of 7 M1 Abrams tanks, with 120 miniature soldiers behind them, each in tight lines which fit perfectly behind the tanks. Flying a few feet above the patchwork soldiers and Green Berets, were 4 Boeing AH-64 Apache attack helicopters, each armed to the teeth with rockets and machine guns. The entire small army was scaled down to toy size.[/i] "Dis is Gone Shootin'. A decentleh long range and sumwha' powerful Stand."
