The warden threw a party in the county jail,
The prison band was there and they began to wail.
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing,
You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing!
[ click... clack... click...
wherever you happen to be on this incredibly normal thursday morning—walking down the street minding your own business, heading to a late breakfast with a friend, going for your routine morning run—you will find that all of a sudden, you are no longer in kansas oceanside anymore, rather...
clack... click... clack...
you will find that upon opening your eyes, the three of you are sat in a dark room, a singular cell with iron bars creating a barrier between the lot of you in this rather small cell and the concrete freedom of the hall just outside your reach. if you look at one another, you'll find that each of you is fitted with a jacket, vest, or coat marking you as a prisoner of the green dolphin street prison (this can be any color or style you like, feel free to hit us with your pinterest!). on your right wrist is a bright blue band with some numbers inscribed into it—your prisoner numbers, to be exact. hm, what could they be...?
click... clack... click...
the clicking sound is still fairly distant, so far away in fact than the sound of a small ball bouncing, bouncing, bouncing just outside the bars of your collective cells overtakes it on the off beat, and after a few moments of this percussive assault, a small voice comes from the shadows, full of fear: ]
Level 4 Security... this is really, really bad...
[ you have a few turns until whoever is coming down the hallway arrives to your cell... what would you like to do? talk amongst yourselves? address the voice? sit there and ask yourself why the fuck you're in jail now? the possibilities are endless. ]
... blink and you miss it kind of thing. I think we're on one of those trips, so, uh. I guess be prepared? They started getting worse after the purikura one you guys went on and the casino heist the six of us had.
[ oh. oh boy! he's in the jacket, because hilariously i have art that'd work for it and just. sitting there with a frown. ] This isn't Oceanside's jail, though.
[ he would know! but he turns his head towards the small voice, ears twitching. ]
axel pinches his cheek and yes it hurts. when he looks at his band, he can see that it says: MA69420. the band is bright blue and in very tiny letters, he can make out the words PROPERTY OF GREEN ST. DOLPHIN JAIL. looks like you're a marked man, buster. anything you'd like to look at around the cell? there's a toilet, a singular very hard cot, and concrete concrete concrete. also some bars that give you a view of the long, concrete hall ahead. if you look up, you can see a taunting glimpse of the sky through overhead windows. rude.
hana is in the corner by the singular bed in the cell, probably still waking up, don't mind her, she is alive and stirring (maybe she was so bored of waiting for the two of you clowns to come to that she gave herself a belly button piercing. who knows.)
hung's outfit is very fly, he can definitely rep the orange if you so desire. on his band, he will see that it says MA80085. you are also a marked man. tsk tsk. hung turns his head towards the small voice and is greeted by what looks to be a very young boy wearing a chicago cubs baseball uniform. he is wide-eyed with a head full of curly blonde hair under his cap. he is very quick as he creeps over to scoop up his ball and looks at the three of you. ]
I should be asking you guys that. All the staff members around here are carrying guns... it's dangerous for me to be out here even for a minute, but I wanted to make sure I came to see you! Ohhhhh, this is so bad. It's so, so bad... this prison's got so many Stand users, but this is the worst spot for you guys to be in right now!
[ Fantastic...Axel isn't exactly happy about being in a place where his freedom's been restricted and of course a JAIL. He almost misses what Hung's even saying at all!
But that's fine, he catches it all the same when he glances back at him, nodding with a frown on his face.
Then back to. A small boy? What's a young boy doing in prison? ]
...Why's that?
[ Focusing on the 'worst' aspect first because hello is there something else other than Stand users they should be concerned about. ]
[ hung's ears go from pressed to his hair to almost managing to perk straight up when he sees the small boy, recognition stark on his face. he doesn't even fully register the joke numbers on his wrist because he knows this kid.
which means he knows what this is. ohhh no. oh boy. ]
... Axel. Hana. [ he'll loop poor dva in, too, once she's with them. as he leans away from the small boy to say in a low voice, aiming for not being heard by their fourth companion: ] I saw him in a memory of Jolyne's.
Hey, and that's why, listen to me baby,
You can't hold me down, I don't want to be tied down.
I got to be free, I said Stone Free, do what I please!
(Stone Free) to ride the breeze, (Stone Free) I can't stay.
I got to, got to, got to get away. Yeah, aw, turn me loose, baby!
[ wow that was a weird dream, wasn't it? the three of you, locked up in a single, smelly cell, accosted by...
who? were you even accosted? were you even in a cell?
(you try and recall precisely the moment, precisely the silhouette behind the bars. but nothing is there. a mirage. a dream. this is not a problem.)
when you open your eyes, you are both tumbling out of a very uncomfortable bunk bed onto the even more uncomfortable concrete floor. there's the hum of halogen lights overhead and the soft murmuring outside of people passing by the room that you now find yourselves in. the cell door is open by the way, and it seems the two of you are located currently in the general population, with cleaner sheets, floors, and even a cleaner toilet.
roll, if you like, for any awkward landings or bruised knees. axel, the coinflip assigned you the top bunk. hana, you are the bottom bunk. prisons are not usually co-ed, but it's my jojo's hellhouse now so surprise.
and enjoy the fact that you cannot recall... anything from the previous thread. so weird. how'd you even get here? (you may roll 1d20 for me for a perception check each if you'd like.) ]
Axel has no earthly idea on the specifics of things but he also so happens to be checking out the location they're in right about now. He goes to glance around the general area (1d20 roll result: 12) after a bit of an awkward tumble, and having gotten to his feet. He is hoping to take notice of anything unusual or particularly helpful. ]
there's a cool poster of this kid with spikey brown hair, he's just havin' a good time on the wall. there's a caption under it that says HANG IN THERE!!!
there's also a small table in the corner where you can see a pen. and a folded up note that has your name on it. hm. inchresting. ]
The prison doctors have reported that due to the shock from the incidents that occurred in the Level 4 Punishment Ward, you have currently been diagnosed with short-term memory loss.
Upon further investigation, the doctors have learned that you are only able to learn three new things at once. You may remember things that happened well into the past, but once you learn a 4th piece of information, you seem to forget the 1st piece of information that you previously learned.
As the physicians didn't think this condition would inhibit your prison life all that much, you have been reintroduced to the general population of the prison. Please stay out of trouble.
Axel doesn't believe it. There is no way he has short-term memory loss; he's been through the weird memory mumbo-jumbo nonsense before, in a sense. But, he can't help feel this note is important, so he will bring it with him.
Anything else of notice in his immediate surroundings? On the floor, the walls, the toilet? ]
My house is out of the ordinary
That's right, don't wanna hurt nobody.
Some things sure can sweep me off my feet,
And, baby what do you expect? Gonna burst into flames— Burning down the house!
[ man, that was some dream, huh?
actually, you can barely remember it. any of it. it's static, slowly swirling down the drain. the dingy cell, cramped with two other occupants, the... did anyone even come by? were you all alone? you must have been. you only recall... yourself. and nothing more from the past thread (your past, however, you know well enough, you know who you are, you know your friends from oceanside even, but this place? it's almost as if you were dragged and dropped without any particular rhyme or reason into this solitary place).
you find yourself in a long and dark hallway. you can hear with your doggy ears the jangling of guard keys some halls away, and general chatter perhaps from a guard station the other way. this hall, though... it's ghostly. maybe there's something you can do here.
the walls are all concrete slabs, each with slats between them, narrow and dark and tight. the ball inside of your pocket lets out a soft, low noise. "wooooooooooon. wooooooooooooooon. wooooooooooooon."
so. what's your next move, prisoner MA80085? you may give me a perception roll if you like. ]
[ freezing, hung - tries to remember anything that just happened. wasn't he just with the other two? (other two, yes. other two..?) it makes him uneasy, his ears flat, his stance shifting slightly so that his center of gravity is lower and he's prepared to take an attack...
or dish one out. he doesn't have a shield on hand, but he can at least make himself into one, as he tries to decide what to do with himself. his perception roll is terrible, but he'll try to listen for any noises besides the weird drone of the ball in his pocket. (what?) he also tentatively sniffs at the air for a moment.
... and i guess goes to look cautiously through a slat, just to see if there's anything out/in there. ]
[ it's weird, isn't it? just empty space in your big ole' noggin. oh well!
hung can prepare himself, but it doesn't seem like anyone's coming this particular way yet. hung can listen for noise and use his sniffer. with a 9... he can scent something like electricity, raw electricity, and maybe even burning flesh intermingled with that, but it's not precisely near this slat in the concrete.
1) there's a far off jangling 2) the ball in your pocket is droning, but softly 3) there's a scent of raw electricity and burning flesh, coming from a western direction, just beyond this hall.
and 4) there is something scribbled on your paw bean in black ink
suddenly, the jangling? it's gone. out of your mind. like there was never any jangling. forget about it!!!!
checks what's on his hand, because that's weird, and also heads towards the scent very, very cautiously. because that's all he's got to go on, at the moment, unless the droning of the baseball gets louder or quieter as he approaches the. very unfortunately. familiar smell. ]
the baseball's droning does not lessen or grow louder from wherever you're keeping it in your jacket, it stays relatively the same, a comforting warmth against you. it "wooooon woooon wooooooon"s like it doesn't want you to forget about it. strange, that you haven't forgotten that ball.
he may head towards the smell if he still wants to. it will grow as he heads in that particular direction of west/right. it's all hallways here, bucko. for now. ]
[ that's... helpful? maybe? there's a pause in his walk down the hall, but he does check his back pocket while his other hand pats the baseball instinctively. like he's reassuring it that, no, he hasn't forgotten, he just - needs to figure out what's going on.
he just isn't sure what's going on here. what's in the back pocket? ]
Break out, awaken now!
The person I was yesterday is not done climbing—
Break out, no matter how!
My spirit's gritty, and I'll grow up quickly
Maneuver past the luck I've been dealt and... Don't stop beating 'em up!
[ the printed piece of paper from before flutters down to the ground as though set down by the most gentle of breezes. as you breathe in and out once... each of you experiences an awakening of your will:
axel, your stand manifests initially as an intensely hot spot on your back, enough to really burn, but you find that the burning sensation only lasts but a few seconds, as it begins to suddenly curl around your shoulders and twist around your fists. A pair of yawning serpentine dragons slither around you, turning and writhing with brilliant silver-and-red collars that look a lot like your chakrams. Both dragons rise up and turn to you, awaiting your orders with yawning mouths that hiss out "chaaaaaaaaak!" one shakes out its mane and causes the flames to suddenly pitch bright blue. the other remains orange.
you know innately that your stand is called t2f2 OR through the fire and the flames and gives you the ability to do the following: by shouting "DRAGONFORCE!" you will be able to transform into flame and enter through the orange dragon, traveling to wherever the blue dragon is located and popping out. the gathered energy from traveling through their long, flaming bodies causes your attack to come out brutally charged by the powers of stored speed! your have a pair of brass knuckles that glow red hot (but don't seem to burn you!)
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hana, your stand manifests at first as an enormous pink bubble rising out of your chest, small at first, but rapidly growing once it is released. with a resounding "pop!", the bubble bursts, sending splatters of harmless pink out, and from within comes a humanoid shape wearing a sleek black trench coat with pink skin and golden eyes. There are two antennae-slash-rabbit-like-ears on the top of its head and after it touches down on the ground it blows a kiss to you. The patterns along the coat look like a massive circuit board constantly filling in with rainbow LED colors. It turns to look at you with a cocked hip and arms above its head with an audible, half-sigh of "sweet~"
you know innately that your stand is called bubblegum bitch and gives you the ability to do the following: a highly conductive pink substance comes from bubblegum bitch's blown kisses that allows you to control electronic objects (even if they have been shorted out/are broken). this substance is also incredibly sticky, however you are immune to the stickiness. you now have a fun little bubblegum pistol to direct the shots. bubblegum bitch will also allow you to jump very high and deliver "d.va"statingly sharp rabbit kicks.
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hung, your stand appears in a shower of multi-colored sparks that shoot upwards from your chest and float down like shooting stars. before you, past the curtain of showering lights, is a golden humanoid figure with a slim silhouette and strong arms. There are peaked ear-like shapes on the top of its head and its eyes are brilliantly green. On both of its arms are large, seafoam-colored gauntlets covered in stars, and on its back, an enormous plate that bears one star on it emblazoned with s&s. It looks to you with a soft "ora!" nodding for instructions.
you know innately that your stand is called safe & sound and gives you the ability to do the following: safe & sound can take the shape of any other humanoid being, acting as full armor for the user and the people hung wants to protect. safe & sound will activate when you call its name, and will instantly understand your intentions. your stand will protect you automatically and you may protect one person per round and you may transfer this protection per round. it will manifest as twin gauntlets over your fists, one of which turns into a small bashing shield.
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miuccia miuller, the true guard and metaphorical hell's gate of this prison... stands before you, jail house lock looming behind her.
and she looks terrified, like she wants to try fleeing through the wall again. hm. ]
Okay dokey then. Axel isn't about to let their enemy just flee so easily. No, not at all. If she does, it'd give her time to regroup. To attack again, or do worse.
With a burning flame of incandescent will, he directs his blue dragon to a place above the guard.
The fire of determination burns bright, resonates within his soul, as he shouts: ]
DRAGON FORCE!
[ No hesitation now.
He surges forth, popping right out where the blue dragon is, and aiming for quite the barrage of punches directed towards Miu Miu. His primary target? Her face first, naturally. ]
[ this is the coolest shit that's every happened to her. she can't wait to tell everyone back on oceanside, holy shit.
she gets emporio out of the way, standing between him and stinky. ]
Sweet is right~! [ she twirls the pistol, hip popped to match her stand. ] Let's do this.
Bubblegum Bitch!!
[ she gives emporio a wink, before jumping into the air and doing a sick flip, while aiming for the feet of miu miu and her stand. no where to run now!! get stuck, idiot!!!!
axel has miu miu covered, so here comes a dvastating bunny kick!! right to jail house lock's face. ]
[ this is a lot, to have happen in a short period of time. hung looks at safe & sound, blinking, before he processes, and then rolls up the sleeves of his jacket. he's fought through injuries before, so he doesn't even blink. ]
Stay Safe & Sound, Emporio. [ he forfeits the protection of his own stand, to make sure that emporio stays safe - even if this is a memory, or something adjacent to what's reality, it doesn't matter. he has to stay safe.
but all that said and done, he cocks the gauntlets on his arms and just lunges. whichever one is closer to the exit, he's swinging on, ducking around and braining his fist up in a sudden uppercut with his center of gravity lowered. ]
[ it is so much to happen in such a short amount of time. every moment is precious, down to the second. a clock on a low table by the piano ticks the time away, perpetually stuck the hour of its demise—burning down the house is a stand formed from the spirit of a room, lost to a fire. it provides for its charge, young emporio—a stand made of love in a way.
perhaps these too are made of someone's love.
t2f2 roars and swarms axel, orange first so that he travels, faster than a blink, crashing his fist down upon miu miu. she is in shock and shrieks as you pound into her jaw. it crunches with a satisfying sound. the dragons flank you, pressing in close, but the heat of their flames is comforting, rallying.
bubblegum bitch moves in sync with hana, giving her the extra momentum she needs for the high-power jump sent straight to jailhouse lock. the pair of them are one and the same, superimposed over each other. hana, it feels like in this moment, you are complete, not unlike how you are with your mech at times.
safe & sound immediately surges around emporio, shrinking down to his shape and sinking slowly backwards into him, giving him a soft glow. his skin prickles with little stars in its protective barrier. meanwhile, hung cocks his gauntlets and can feel it, the ease and power his stand gives him—lighter than air. the uppercut nails jailhouse lock to sandwich it's ugly head between yours and hana's attacks.
in turn, you all will witness miu miu's face scrunch as she fires again. jail house lock roars at at the attack and lashes out, striking wherever it can, just as miu miu attempts to fire off two more bullets. one aims for emporio and misses due to safe & sound. because her hand is knocked away, it turns and fires once more at d.va, sinking into her side.
jail house lock is sending a flurry of blows at both axel and hung, it doesn't care, trying to smack you and probably bruising you up pretty good and even hitting an old wound, but not making anything too devastatingly new. you've clearly got them on the ropes - the attacks are frantic, desperate, thrashing, some may even hit hard (if you so desire.) ]
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[ Axel isn't quite interested in giving any quarter. When facing down an enemy, he doesn't hold back any. Not now, not ever.
The others joining in on the battle feel practically seamless in their efforts.
They're all in this together. Even with their enemy attempting to do a last minute desperation barrage of attacks.
So, what does he do? ]
It's time to put an end to this!
[ Axel doesn't care about any more bruises and cuts he sustains (some on the side of his face upon barely missing a sharp swipe) and going straight towards aiming for more ruthless punches, directed towards Miu Miu's stomach, face, and wherever he can reach. ]
If I could escape...
And recreate a place as my own world
And I could be your favorite girl
Forever, perfectly together
And tell me, boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?
As Miu Miu shrieks, the floor begins to crumble out from beneath you, dissipating—no—just melting into water. In a colorful burst of brilliant glassy greens, and scintillating blues, butterflies surround the three of you, and the sound of ocean waves... carry you away.
Goodbye, sunny Florida. Hello... Oceanside once more. You may retain all of your injuries you received during the CYOA, in addition to feeling super exhausted. You also have a fuckton of writing on your bodies, just. All over. Limbs, torso, shoulder, anywhere you could possibly reach with your own pen/sharpie. It says things ranging from DEFEAT THE STAND USER MIU MIU and such mentioned in the CYOA to stupid things like DON'T FORGET UNDERWEAR or PASTA FOR LUNCH ON TUESDAY!!! In your pockets, you will find the following items. Please let the mods know in CYOA chat who is taking what item.
🦋 A BUTTERFLY KNIFE, A blade that when snapped open becomes a whip. It can only be used for one fight before it dissipates into dozens of butterflies, leaving you with a single butterfly brooch.
🦋 A WELL-LOVED BASEBALL, The stitching and leather on this is beaten up and clearly very cherished. The ball, when thrown at someone with the intent to activate its ability, the ball will cause the target to become invisible for 2 hours. This can also work on yourself, but will leave a bruise wherever it struck you. After that, it becomes a normal ball.
🦋 A BELOVED PEN, It's an old BIC pen in the color black with a smooth barrel and bitten end. This pen will allow whatever is drawn with it to become a simple black-line tattoo. This is capable of being split between two (small) or three (tiny) tattoos.
🦋 AND WHATEVER THIS THING IS, I have no clue what it is but do not tell me OOCly because it's locked to me anyways! Regardless, it is also on your person at your return!
Lastly, up until Sunday, your characters will find themselves on-and-off yearning for the outdoors, nothing can contain them! They hate being cooped up inside after having suffered at the hands of the Aquarium. You want the sun on your face, the wind in your hair, the grass underfoot. You will do anything not to be cooped up inside.
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PART 1 — THE JAIL HOUSE LOCK
The prison band was there and they began to wail.
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing,
You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing!
wherever you happen to be on this incredibly normal thursday morning—walking down the street minding your own business, heading to a late breakfast with a friend, going for your routine morning run—you will find that all of a sudden, you are no longer in
kansasoceanside anymore, rather...clack... click... clack...
you will find that upon opening your eyes, the three of you are sat in a dark room, a singular cell with iron bars creating a barrier between the lot of you in this rather small cell and the concrete freedom of the hall just outside your reach. if you look at one another, you'll find that each of you is fitted with a jacket, vest, or coat marking you as a prisoner of the green dolphin street prison (this can be any color or style you like, feel free to hit us with your pinterest!). on your right wrist is a bright blue band with some numbers inscribed into it—your prisoner numbers, to be exact. hm, what could they be...?
click... clack... click... the clicking sound is still fairly distant, so far away in fact than the sound of a small ball bouncing, bouncing, bouncing just outside the bars of your collective cells overtakes it on the off beat, and after a few moments of this percussive assault, a small voice comes from the shadows, full of fear: ]
Level 4 Security... this is really, really bad...
[ you have a few turns until whoever is coming down the hallway arrives to your cell... what would you like to do? talk amongst yourselves? address the voice? sit there and ask yourself why the fuck you're in jail now? the possibilities are endless. ]
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Axel has had a lot of strange things happen to him. But this? This takes the ultimate cake and not in the most wonderful of ways.
He's looking right at the other two and also his bright blue band. ]
...Seriously?! How did this happen?
[ Jail. Jail, of all places. This can't be real. Except he raises a hand to pinch his cheek and yes, yes it is. ]
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[ oh. oh boy! he's in the jacket, because hilariously i have art that'd work for it and just. sitting there with a frown. ] This isn't Oceanside's jail, though.
[ he would know! but he turns his head towards the small voice, ears twitching. ]
Hello..? Are you alright?
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axel pinches his cheek and yes it hurts. when he looks at his band, he can see that it says: MA69420. the band is bright blue and in very tiny letters, he can make out the words PROPERTY OF GREEN ST. DOLPHIN JAIL. looks like you're a marked man, buster. anything you'd like to look at around the cell? there's a toilet, a singular very hard cot, and concrete concrete concrete. also some bars that give you a view of the long, concrete hall ahead. if you look up, you can see a taunting glimpse of the sky through overhead windows. rude.
hana is in the corner by the singular bed in the cell, probably still waking up, don't mind her, she is alive and stirring (maybe she was so bored of waiting for the two of you clowns to come to that she gave herself a belly button piercing. who knows.)
hung's outfit is very fly, he can definitely rep the orange if you so desire. on his band, he will see that it says MA80085. you are also a marked man. tsk tsk. hung turns his head towards the small voice and is greeted by what looks to be a very young boy wearing a chicago cubs baseball uniform. he is wide-eyed with a head full of curly blonde hair under his cap. he is very quick as he creeps over to scoop up his ball and looks at the three of you. ]
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But that's fine, he catches it all the same when he glances back at him, nodding with a frown on his face.
Then back to. A small boy? What's a young boy doing in prison? ]
...Why's that?
[ Focusing on the 'worst' aspect first because hello is there something else other than Stand users they should be concerned about. ]
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which means he knows what this is. ohhh no. oh boy. ]
... Axel. Hana. [ he'll loop poor dva in, too, once she's with them. as he leans away from the small boy to say in a low voice, aiming for not being heard by their fourth companion: ] I saw him in a memory of Jolyne's.
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PART 2A — EVERYTHING IN THREES
You can't hold me down, I don't want to be tied down.
I got to be free, I said Stone Free, do what I please!
(Stone Free) to ride the breeze, (Stone Free) I can't stay.
I got to, got to, got to get away. Yeah, aw, turn me loose, baby!
who? were you even accosted? were you even in a cell?
(you try and recall precisely the moment, precisely the silhouette behind the bars. but nothing is there. a mirage. a dream. this is not a problem.)
when you open your eyes, you are both tumbling out of a very uncomfortable bunk bed onto the even more uncomfortable concrete floor. there's the hum of halogen lights overhead and the soft murmuring outside of people passing by the room that you now find yourselves in. the cell door is open by the way, and it seems the two of you are located currently in the general population, with cleaner sheets, floors, and even a cleaner toilet.
roll, if you like, for any awkward landings or bruised knees. axel, the coinflip assigned you the top bunk. hana, you are the bottom bunk. prisons are not usually co-ed, but it's my jojo's hellhouse now so surprise.
and enjoy the fact that you cannot recall... anything from the previous thread. so weird. how'd you even get here? (you may roll 1d20 for me for a perception check each if you'd like.) ]
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Axel has no earthly idea on the specifics of things but he also so happens to be checking out the location they're in right about now. He goes to glance around the general area (1d20 roll result: 12) after a bit of an awkward tumble, and having gotten to his feet. He is hoping to take notice of anything unusual or particularly helpful. ]
Geez, talk about a rough break...
[ Rubbing the back of his head as he says this. ]
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there's a cool poster of this kid with spikey brown hair, he's just havin' a good time on the wall. there's a caption under it that says HANG IN THERE!!!
there's also a small table in the corner where you can see a pen. and a folded up note that has your name on it. hm. inchresting. ]
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Anyway, he looks at the small table. Let's check up the note. What's in it? ]
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well that's a weird-ass note. ]
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Axel doesn't believe it. There is no way he has short-term memory loss; he's been through the weird memory mumbo-jumbo nonsense before, in a sense. But, he can't help feel this note is important, so he will bring it with him.
Anything else of notice in his immediate surroundings? On the floor, the walls, the toilet? ]
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PART 2B — BURNIN' DOWN THE HOUSE
That's right, don't wanna hurt nobody.
Some things sure can sweep me off my feet,
And, baby what do you expect? Gonna burst into flames—
Burning down the house!
actually, you can barely remember it. any of it. it's static, slowly swirling down the drain. the dingy cell, cramped with two other occupants, the... did anyone even come by? were you all alone? you must have been. you only recall... yourself. and nothing more from the past thread (your past, however, you know well enough, you know who you are, you know your friends from oceanside even, but this place? it's almost as if you were dragged and dropped without any particular rhyme or reason into this solitary place).
you find yourself in a long and dark hallway. you can hear with your doggy ears the jangling of guard keys some halls away, and general chatter perhaps from a guard station the other way. this hall, though... it's ghostly. maybe there's something you can do here.
the walls are all concrete slabs, each with slats between them, narrow and dark and tight. the ball inside of your pocket lets out a soft, low noise. "wooooooooooon. wooooooooooooooon. wooooooooooooon."
so. what's your next move, prisoner MA80085? you may give me a perception roll if you like. ]
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or dish one out. he doesn't have a shield on hand, but he can at least make himself into one, as he tries to decide what to do with himself. his perception roll is terrible, but he'll try to listen for any noises besides the weird drone of the ball in his pocket. (what?) he also tentatively sniffs at the air for a moment.
... and i guess goes to look cautiously through a slat, just to see if there's anything out/in there. ]
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hung can prepare himself, but it doesn't seem like anyone's coming this particular way yet. hung can listen for noise and use his sniffer. with a 9... he can scent something like electricity, raw electricity, and maybe even burning flesh intermingled with that, but it's not precisely near this slat in the concrete.
1) there's a far off jangling
2) the ball in your pocket is droning, but softly
3) there's a scent of raw electricity and burning flesh, coming from a western direction, just beyond this hall.
and 4) there is something scribbled on your paw bean in black ink
suddenly, the jangling? it's gone. out of your mind. like there was never any jangling. forget about it!!!!
what will you do? ]
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checks what's on his hand, because that's weird, and also heads towards the scent very, very cautiously. because that's all he's got to go on, at the moment, unless the droning of the baseball gets louder or quieter as he approaches the. very unfortunately. familiar smell. ]
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1. CHECK YOUR BACK POCKET
the baseball's droning does not lessen or grow louder from wherever you're keeping it in your jacket, it stays relatively the same, a comforting warmth against you. it "wooooon woooon wooooooon"s like it doesn't want you to forget about it. strange, that you haven't forgotten that ball.
he may head towards the smell if he still wants to. it will grow as he heads in that particular direction of west/right. it's all hallways here, bucko. for now. ]
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he just isn't sure what's going on here. what's in the back pocket? ]
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. . . PART 2C — STONE FREE (REUNION)
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PART 3 — TAKE A STAND
The person I was yesterday is not done climbing—
Break out, no matter how!
My spirit's gritty, and I'll grow up quickly
Maneuver past the luck I've been dealt and...
Don't stop beating 'em up!
axel, your stand manifests initially as an intensely hot spot on your back, enough to really burn, but you find that the burning sensation only lasts but a few seconds, as it begins to suddenly curl around your shoulders and twist around your fists. A pair of yawning serpentine dragons slither around you, turning and writhing with brilliant silver-and-red collars that look a lot like your chakrams. Both dragons rise up and turn to you, awaiting your orders with yawning mouths that hiss out "chaaaaaaaaak!" one shakes out its mane and causes the flames to suddenly pitch bright blue. the other remains orange.
you know innately that your stand is called t2f2 OR through the fire and the flames and gives you the ability to do the following: by shouting "DRAGONFORCE!" you will be able to transform into flame and enter through the orange dragon, traveling to wherever the blue dragon is located and popping out. the gathered energy from traveling through their long, flaming bodies causes your attack to come out brutally charged by the powers of stored speed! your have a pair of brass knuckles that glow red hot (but don't seem to burn you!)
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hana, your stand manifests at first as an enormous pink bubble rising out of your chest, small at first, but rapidly growing once it is released. with a resounding "pop!", the bubble bursts, sending splatters of harmless pink out, and from within comes a humanoid shape wearing a sleek black trench coat with pink skin and golden eyes. There are two antennae-slash-rabbit-like-ears on the top of its head and after it touches down on the ground it blows a kiss to you. The patterns along the coat look like a massive circuit board constantly filling in with rainbow LED colors. It turns to look at you with a cocked hip and arms above its head with an audible, half-sigh of "sweet~"
you know innately that your stand is called bubblegum bitch and gives you the ability to do the following: a highly conductive pink substance comes from bubblegum bitch's blown kisses that allows you to control electronic objects (even if they have been shorted out/are broken). this substance is also incredibly sticky, however you are immune to the stickiness. you now have a fun little bubblegum pistol to direct the shots. bubblegum bitch will also allow you to jump very high and deliver "d.va"statingly sharp rabbit kicks.
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hung, your stand appears in a shower of multi-colored sparks that shoot upwards from your chest and float down like shooting stars. before you, past the curtain of showering lights, is a golden humanoid figure with a slim silhouette and strong arms. There are peaked ear-like shapes on the top of its head and its eyes are brilliantly green. On both of its arms are large, seafoam-colored gauntlets covered in stars, and on its back, an enormous plate that bears one star on it emblazoned with s&s. It looks to you with a soft "ora!" nodding for instructions.
you know innately that your stand is called safe & sound and gives you the ability to do the following: safe & sound can take the shape of any other humanoid being, acting as full armor for the user and the people hung wants to protect. safe & sound will activate when you call its name, and will instantly understand your intentions. your stand will protect you automatically and you may protect one person per round and you may transfer this protection per round. it will manifest as twin gauntlets over your fists, one of which turns into a small bashing shield.
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miuccia miuller, the true guard and metaphorical hell's gate of this prison... stands before you, jail house lock looming behind her.
and she looks terrified, like she wants to try fleeing through the wall again. hm. ]
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Okay dokey then. Axel isn't about to let their enemy just flee so easily. No, not at all. If she does, it'd give her time to regroup. To attack again, or do worse.
With a burning flame of incandescent will, he directs his blue dragon to a place above the guard.
The fire of determination burns bright, resonates within his soul, as he shouts: ]
DRAGON FORCE!
[ No hesitation now.
He surges forth, popping right out where the blue dragon is, and aiming for quite the barrage of punches directed towards Miu Miu. His primary target? Her face first, naturally. ]
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she gets emporio out of the way, standing between him and stinky. ]
Sweet is right~! [ she twirls the pistol, hip popped to match her stand. ] Let's do this.
Bubblegum Bitch!!
[ she gives emporio a wink, before jumping into the air and doing a sick flip, while aiming for the feet of miu miu and her stand. no where to run now!! get stuck, idiot!!!!
axel has miu miu covered, so here comes a dvastating bunny kick!! right to jail house lock's face. ]
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Stay Safe & Sound, Emporio. [ he forfeits the protection of his own stand, to make sure that emporio stays safe - even if this is a memory, or something adjacent to what's reality, it doesn't matter. he has to stay safe.
but all that said and done, he cocks the gauntlets on his arms and just lunges. whichever one is closer to the exit, he's swinging on, ducking around and braining his fist up in a sudden uppercut with his center of gravity lowered. ]
You can run, but you can't hide, now.
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perhaps these too are made of someone's love.
t2f2 roars and swarms axel, orange first so that he travels, faster than a blink, crashing his fist down upon miu miu. she is in shock and shrieks as you pound into her jaw. it crunches with a satisfying sound. the dragons flank you, pressing in close, but the heat of their flames is comforting, rallying.
bubblegum bitch moves in sync with hana, giving her the extra momentum she needs for the high-power jump sent straight to jailhouse lock. the pair of them are one and the same, superimposed over each other. hana, it feels like in this moment, you are complete, not unlike how you are with your mech at times.
safe & sound immediately surges around emporio, shrinking down to his shape and sinking slowly backwards into him, giving him a soft glow. his skin prickles with little stars in its protective barrier. meanwhile, hung cocks his gauntlets and can feel it, the ease and power his stand gives him—lighter than air. the uppercut nails jailhouse lock to sandwich it's ugly head between yours and hana's attacks.
in turn, you all will witness miu miu's face scrunch as she fires again. jail house lock roars at at the attack and lashes out, striking wherever it can, just as miu miu attempts to fire off two more bullets. one aims for emporio and misses due to safe & sound. because her hand is knocked away, it turns and fires once more at d.va, sinking into her side.
jail house lock is sending a flurry of blows at both axel and hung, it doesn't care, trying to smack you and probably bruising you up pretty good and even hitting an old wound, but not making anything too devastatingly new. you've clearly got them on the ropes - the attacks are frantic, desperate, thrashing, some may even hit hard
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The others joining in on the battle feel practically seamless in their efforts.
They're all in this together. Even with their enemy attempting to do a last minute desperation barrage of attacks.
So, what does he do? ]
It's time to put an end to this!
[ Axel doesn't care about any more bruises and cuts he sustains (some on the side of his face upon barely missing a sharp swipe) and going straight towards aiming for more ruthless punches, directed towards Miu Miu's stomach, face, and wherever he can reach. ]
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FIN — A (STONE) FREE ENDING.
And recreate a place as my own world
And I could be your favorite girl
Forever, perfectly together
And tell me, boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?
Goodbye, sunny Florida. Hello... Oceanside once more. You may retain all of your injuries you received during the CYOA, in addition to feeling super exhausted. You also have a fuckton of writing on your bodies, just. All over. Limbs, torso, shoulder, anywhere you could possibly reach with your own pen/sharpie. It says things ranging from DEFEAT THE STAND USER MIU MIU and such mentioned in the CYOA to stupid things like DON'T FORGET UNDERWEAR or PASTA FOR LUNCH ON TUESDAY!!! In your pockets, you will find the following items. Please let the mods know in CYOA chat who is taking what item. Lastly, up until Sunday, your characters will find themselves on-and-off yearning for the outdoors, nothing can contain them! They hate being cooped up inside after having suffered at the hands of the Aquarium. You want the sun on your face, the wind in your hair, the grass underfoot. You will do anything not to be cooped up inside.