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@JrVader I'd say double-check with Kiero for that decision, if they're still around. As for my thoughts on the matter, though, I don't see why not, since you haven't made use of your Stand's power yet. What did you have in mind for a change?

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@XoXKieroBombXoX As Co-GM, I feel it's pertinent to poke you so as to ensure you're still active and willing to run this game. I'm also going to take the liberty of poking @JrVader, given that he has yet to respond to the situation between Malcolm and Benni.

Operation: Ground the Harpy - a WW2 era JoJo RP

The year is 1941, France. The bombings of the United Kingdom have ended, but the Resistance fights on - the Vichy government cannot be allowed to repress France's people, and the Wehrmacht shall not blunt their spirits! Only, it seems as of late that the Wehrmacht has been a much more effective blunting tool than usual. People speak of German soldiers with dead eyes, who seem nearly immune to bullets, possess incredible strength and speed - some even claim they've seen these warriors twisting the world to their whims, one way or another.

Naturally, of course, such bold claims need to be investigated, before they get out of hand. To that end, agents from each of the Allied nations shall sally forth - members of the United Kingdom's Special Operations Executive, the People's Commissariat of Internal Affairs of Russia, and courtesy of the United States government, a foundation whose namesake and origin is none other than the English oil baron and philanthropist Robert E.O. Speedwagon. Of course, the Boches' grip on France is strong, and it'll be hard to insert more than a few people at once without drawing suspicion, but it is near-certain that elements of the French resistance groups will be able and willing to support these agents as they go about their work too.

In the end, a team of such esteemed individuals should have the skills and abilities necessary to handle themselves and put a stop to these claims conclusively... right?

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And a link to a Discord channel for anyone who might be interested in participating.

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Just a quick bridge post being made before the first group 2 collab to bring everybody together. Semper fi, chaps!

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Time for a bridge post to a collab.

Apparently, one of the few ways to actually get past Ciaran's facade of nicety was to upset him. And based on how into Phil's face he was getting, he was very upset. Or at least angry. There was a subtle yet key difference, namely that "upset" also covered sadness mixed with the anger. "Smad", as one absurdist response to a post querying ways to convey simultaneous rage and sorrow put it.

Honestly, Phil didn't really care, and his expression remained blank behind his shades. Wasn't that the point of Stands, anyway? That they sort of... how did that one SORE guy put it, pulled together like magnets or something? Sure, the change in expressions was a somewhat worrying indicator of Ciaran's psychological health, but in the end, that emotion Ciaran was feeling was on Ciaran. He had the problem with showing off, not Phil - indeed, he was the one who was more likely to draw attention at this point, all things considered. He made them look like two lovers having a spat shortly before they stopped being lovers. Gay lovers. Which was an odd thought, since they'd only met very recently. Admittedly, Ciaran did have nice legs. But then, if looks were all that mattered... actually, Phil put a lot of emphasis on looks, huh? So, alright, the phrasing was off, but he had time to come up with a better way of putting it whilst he made a counterstatement.

'Look, I think you're getting a little overexcited,' Phil began, keeping his tone quiet, relaxed and even friendly. You know, approachable. Unlike his arms, which were still pinned beneath two separate stacks of bags, and thus were unable to emote anything, though he could certainly shrug. 'A few hands might have been visible for, what, a second? You'd have to be actively looking to see something like that. Besides, the sigils don't stick out that much. Look, they're already vanishing, it's totally fine.' Even as he spoke, the fifteen second limit began to strike, and the lotuses began fading out in order. Practically unnoticable, and even if somebody did notice, what would they make of it? It could just as easily be a trick of the eye for them.

'Anyway, I'm sure it'll be fine,' he continued with a shrug, now entirely secure in his position. 'Stand users are, to my understanding, extremely rare as it is. The chances of another one showing up here are practically nothing.'

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@ProPro Actually, that's a really cool idea. It makes sense, and it gives our group a reason to draw itself together. Plus, twice as many extreme sport celebrities means twice as much chance for somebody to recognise one or both of them.

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@Yankee Well, Phil did just partially manifest his Stand in a public place. Subtly, or as subtly as is plausible given what his Stand is, but somebody paying attention to everyone around them might make note of it. Alternatively, they might notice that there's a famous skateboarding pro wandering around in a mall in Italy, and want to say hi to them and their shopping-obsessed friend. Or both! So there's a thought for you.

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A new post is made. There's a few people who I reckon we could see more activity from - I say, being very slow to write a post myself - so let's see if we can get some more writing up done, folks.

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The guy was taking the mickey. Phil knew he was, because that was Ciaran's general character - a lack of seriousness, or indeed a lack of desire to take things other than the mickey. Which was, he considered, actually an interesting point - the phrase was colloquial, intended to refer to annoying somebody for laughs, but how exactly did that relate to the mascot of a major film company and/or theme park chain? Or was it more in reference to that 80's song by Toni Basil? That seemed less likely, for how long said mouse had been around. On the other hand, this was a mall, not a film. An Italian mall, at that.

So, yeah, he was having a go at him. And yet, despite knowing that, Phil felt it would probably be pertinent to do the right thing and just, casually, lift half the stack of bags out of Ciaran's hands and oh dear it was toppling. Or was it? Quick as a flash, a quartet of shimmering, kaleidoscopic arms leapt out of Phil's shoulders, smacking the sides of the bags to push the stack back upright, ensuring they remained balanced. Wherever they touched, a sigil was left behind, each shimmering briefly as the impacts left upon them were reiterated again and again, until every minor imbalance had been cancelled out.

And then he put the stack down and split it into two again, picking up one half securely with each hand. 'You're welcome,' Phil offered matter-of-factly, taking it as though it were just the right, humble thing to do. That was when people tended to thank you for the assistance, not when you were bragging about how helpful you had just been. Of course, he half-expected Ciaran to keep on pestering him for falling for his obvious wounded deer ploy, and maybe point out how enemy Stand users might make use of it to harm him later, but shit, he wasn't exactly falling for it if he knew it was a ploy. That was the point of an ambush, after all: to take people by surprise. If they weren't surprised, if they were approaching the situation with a plan for how to counter the surprise attack, then it wasn't a successful ambush. It was just a regular sneak attack. And that would be something Phil might have to teach Ciaran about, all things considered.

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Today had been bright and sunny throughout. The best kind of day - the kind of day where one could forget about traumatic events like losing the majority of one's casting crew to a supernatural phenomenon, or being subjected to the chill of literal fucking death in psychologically-projected landscape form. The sort of day where, normally, Phil would have been practicing his board tricks all day, likely to an audience that could appreciate them.

Instead, he was out shopping, because that was what the guy assigned to look after him was doing. Something about keeping up with fashion trends? But the thing about trends is, if you follow the trends, you aren't setting the trends. And how did you set trends? Consistency. Phil wasn't much of a shopper for that reason: his outfit had been relatively the same as it had been for about the past six months. Sure, it wasn't literally the same items the whole time, but the majority were only slightly different throughout, maybe changing the designs on his cap and shirt, or from time to time the colour of shirt, cap, pants, shoes, or any combination of the above.

Because of that consistency, though, he had a Look - an iconic appearance, something people could glance at and recognise him, and say "Hang on, are you Phil Jaegger?", or say to somebody else "Hang on, are you taking inspiration from Phil Jaegger?" to which the recipient could reply "Yes. Hell yes. Hell. Fucking. Yes.", offering all due credit to the man who had first inspired the Look. Or, if the situation really needed it, he could spend one day in a different outfit, shock and awe the viewer, then return to his Look as if he hadn't just broken the mould like the coolest cat in town rubbing itself up against a mould, then hitting it with a hammer to shatter its frozen-over and newly-brittle form.

The point being made was that inspiration of idolatry was a tough business to manage, but Phil had worked it out to a science, he felt. Therefore, clothes shopping didn't greatly appeal to him, not least for the aforementioned reasons, but also because everyone was too preoccupied with their own shopping sprees to keep an eye open for celebrities doing much the same thing. And apparently, clothes were all Ciaran really cared about. Clothes and his own legs. Sure, they were nice legs, but not anything to get worked up over.

'So you got enough new clothes yet, man?' he asked casually, glancing over to Ciaran. Phil had deigned to buy himself a new shirt in his size that fit his Look, after a few hours of not buying anything, but by comparison, Ciaran's stack of bags was pretty hefty. You'd think it would be a pile of clothing, but clothes generally come in bags, which stack rather than pile up in one's arms, and so a stack of bags it was.