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Dude, Where's my Shining Helmet?

Core District, Outside his Master's Workshop

(Temporary Player Change)

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The Prince of Troy had made a slight error, but he had learned something in the end. The enemy could match his technique with predictions, and match his strength with power. What was next? If he fell back on the reliable move of tossing mud, would Rider unleash his hidden mud-cannon? Still, jokes aside, the flow of the battle was not running in his favour. By relying on pure power, he had tarnished the skills and techniques developed in his lifetime. He would have to correct himself.

“TAKE THIS, LANCER!”

Rider had located an opening, and prepared an attack.

"Gah... I'd rather not, though."

Thus, Lancer did what he had done in the past against that overwhelming foe.

Disengage: A

With the unbreakable spear raised as a precaution, a slight retreat was made. It was in this way that he had eluded even the hero who could cross a battlefield in a single breath, and so this opponent could not compare. As Lancer moved out of reach, he struck a streetside trash can with the shaft of Durindana, almost as an afterthought, and sent it flying towards Rider. With that, he leapt up onto a nearby rooftop, further from Hemlock's apartment than where the fight had began, and readied his weapon for the enemy. It was hard to say whether some gap would arise in Rider's abilities, whether through mana supply or otherwise, but no hero ever got anywhere by giving up!

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Meanwhile...

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His Servant was being overwhelmed. His workshop was at risk. An enemy stood just outside, held back by nothing but a verbal agreement.

None of that was too important, though. Hemlock had finally determined the perfect blue to capture the way the old man's clothing was tinted by the night sky.

It was wonderful. The emotions displayed by Cerzelium were rare in proper magi, who would have long since been mentally prepared for the furthest reaches of death and sacrifice. Moreover, the wrinkles on his face made his expression clear as day, even in this black night. It was a fine work. Extremely accurate, even on the handheld canvas as he looked down through his window.

And yet, he would tarnish it soon. The painter's brush hovered for a moment over his most fabulous shade of red. He considered the final stroke that would 'complete' the art.

No. Hemlock's magecraft would become greater the closer his painting was to the real thing. It would be best to continue.

His veins... yes, that's what I'm missing. Now, do I have a brush fine enough..?

As combat raged outside, the visionary continued to slave away.

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^{@Phonic@Unoedipal}

Ready for a Bizarre Journey?! (JoJo/JJBA-Based game)

Look forward to it, along with formal character reviews.

Ready for a Bizarre Journey?! (JoJo/JJBA-Based game)

It's powerful! It's a bit far off from the rest of the Stands in the group in terms of ability, but that doesn't make it bad necessarily. I suppose I'd want the effect to run out in a short while, and have a visual representation of the place it struck, like (part 6 Stand).

Ready for a Bizarre Journey?! (JoJo/JJBA-Based game)

Sure, give it a go and we'll comment on it.

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Hero of Patience

Along the Seine, Towards the Core

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The chase continued, seemingly with little progress made on either side. The invisible shots came again and again as Saber crossed the river and began leaping from rooftop to rooftop in more or less a straight line towards Archer. Given there was less 'commitment' to the volleys than there had been in the first set of projectiles charged with killing intent, Courtain continued to be an effective 'shield', both deflecting the attacks that came towards him, and remaining in a guarded position that allowed it to passively come between its wielder and the traps that perhaps littered the landscape.

Often, a bottle of beer would shatter into the air, serving the same purpose as before. When the remaining six beers had been used up, Saber threw the box itself over his shoulder to detect attacks curving around behind him, and occasionally made use of things like flower pots from windowsills that would function similarly to the bottles. However, the use of these things became less frequent over time. Even at this distance, with the only communication between them being projectiles, it seemed the Paladin was getting a feel for the Knight of Lamentation's personality. He now understood that Archer's opening move had been a strong one because his attacks thrived on their 'shock value', and just as it had been against Lancer the night before, Saber showed that he was a warrior who never remained mystified by a foe's capabilities. In other words, he was learning and adapting in a way that allowed him to block more and more attacks without a visual aide. If he ended up taking a few scratches for the sake of improving his understanding, then that was just how things would be.

Just as he failed to shorten the distance between himself and Tristan, so too did Tristan fail to lengthen it. If Ywain made no maneuvers to take advantage of Saber's linear run, it would certainly be a drawn-out pursuit. Not that the Hero of Patience would mind such a thing.

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^@KoL@SSW

Ready for a Bizarre Journey?! (JoJo/JJBA-Based game)

True enough. Seems like you'll have to put a little work in before you can ORA ORA.

Ready for a Bizarre Journey?! (JoJo/JJBA-Based game)

Yeah, you can fill the last space I'd say. 6 party members should be good, especially if one of them is a sleeping kid.

Ready for a Bizarre Journey?! (JoJo/JJBA-Based game)

Okay, I like it. I'd probably put together a random table or system based on the child's recent experiences to determine what form it takes each time. It doesn't quite have an 'ability' beyond its behaviour, but a dragon could breathe fire, a robot might have a radar, etc.

Ready for a Bizarre Journey?! (JoJo/JJBA-Based game)

Alright! Welcome, then. That character idea is interesting, but would limit your ability to make tactical decisions- a very important part of our fights. Perhaps the Stand itself has a mind and personality?

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Dude, Where's my Shining Helmet?

Core District, Outside his Master's Workshop

(Temporary Player Change)

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The golden spear was stopped, avoided, and deflected numerous times. Despite all his guile, it seemed he had been seen through by this Rider who fought without a weapon. Even as the two went at it, clashing spearmanship with martial arts twenty or thirty times in a few instants, both their expressions remained fairly pleasant, and the words they exchanged continued to be honest compliments and friendly provocations. It surely would have made for a mystifying scene if an observer did not know that both men were refraining from releasing powerful crystallized mysteries that would have made their current attacks seem painfully inadequate.

"Ahaha, even if you flatter this old geezer, I'm not going to let you in."

Lancer couldn't be sure exactly how Rider was reacting so easily to each of his moves, but the gist of it seemed to be something like 'future sight'. In that case, his favoured trickery and single-combat moves honed in battle would ultimately be guaranteed to fail, would they not?

If that was the case, he would just put his focus elsewhere. If victory could not be reached through skill, then Hector would turn to his physical superiority to solve the problem at hand. Thus, the possible 'gaps' and 'lapses' Sylvester was searching for would one-by-one begin to shrink and vanish. Hector was a Lancer. The fastest class. As such, Rider's predictions would still inform him of attacks, but now certain difficult decisions would be presented. The gaps in time between the forecasted blows were only getting smaller as the Trojan prince accelerated- if ten strikes are set to land in the same instant, which ones will receive priority from the defender? This was the question posed to Sylvester by Hector's actions.

Then, of course, came the result of clashing one's body with an ancient and unbreakable weapon. Even if Sylvester's guard and perception were invincible, his body was not. When a collision happened, Hector would lean greater force into the spear, in an effort to push his enemy back.

"I haven't pushed my body this hard in a long while. Forgetting about tricks and just lashing out like a brute is kinda relaxing, y'know?"

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^{@Phonic@Unoedipal}