>>1280876
>What's the mission?"
Welcome back.
I'm sorry for your lost.

>>1280876
>What's the mission?

>>1280876
>"What's the mission?"

Maserati is the woman right? Is she hot?

>>1280889
>>1281035
"What's the mission?" you ask. Maserati takes a puff of a cigar before answering. "Village Green has numerous connections to'legitimate' spy agencies, they help us collect Intel on Stand Users around the world and in return we help them when they need someone with a Stand dealt with. The reason you're going on this mission is because MI5 is calling in a favor. There's a politician running for the House of Commons named Edward McLaren. He's from the Labour Party and lately he's been receiving death threats from a ultra-nationalist groups for his policies. We're being called in due to Intel suggesting the nationalists may have a Stand user in their ranks."

"You, Bruce and Adeline are to go to a campaign event held by McLaren and make sure the Stand user doesn't assassinate him."

>"Does McLaren know we're protecting him?"
>"Any info on who this assassin is or what they can do?"
>Write in

>>1281160
>"Any info on who this assassin is or what they can do?"

>>1281160
>"Any info on who this assassin is or what they can do?"

>>1281160
>>"Does McLaren know we're protecting him?"

>>1281167
>>1281401

"Any info on who this assassin is or what they can do?" you ask. Maserati shakes her head. "No, we only know about the Stand User because of a phone call a member made while MI5 was observing him."

"You'll be leaving for London in an hour. I suggest you prepare yourselves."

Maserati dismisses you. You can prepare for the mission or head straight to the airport.

>Talk to the Drapers to requisition gear
>Go talk to Leona to have some useful skills downloaded to your brain.
>Talk to Adeline about the mission
>Talk to Bruce about the mission
>Write in

>>1281496
>Make sure to bring your favorite snacks for the trip

>>1281496
>>Talk to the Drapers to requisition gear

>>1281496
>Talk to the Drapers to requisition gear

>>1281507
>>1281519

Writing.

>>1281552
You go to the R&D lab where Martin and Aston are both busy working away at their stations.

"Hey, I'm going out on a mission." you say. "Can I get some gear before I head out?"

"Sure," says Aston. ",What do you need?"

>Write in your requests. Remember you have to get whatever you take on an airplane and past customs

>>1281583
>"I'll take one of everything that I can get onto an airplane."

>>1281583
>Binoculars would be good.

>>1281583
>Binoculars
>Cellphone

>>1281583
>Binoculars
>Some type of super lock pick would be nice
>Burner phone
>Pen and notepad or something else to record what we find
>A music play for when we get born

>>1281621
>>1281606
>>1281595

Cellphone and binoculars locked in. Anything else?

>>1281827
I'm fine with the rest >>1281621
said

>>1281853
"Binoculars, lockpicks, a burner phone, maybe a music player?" you say. You can probably get a notepad and pen from the duty free store or something.

"Alright, coming right up!" says Martin. He pulls a drawer open and pulls out several rolled-up blueprints, along with sheets of metal and large pieces of glass and plastic. Behind him materializes a humanoid figure that looks to be made entirely of copper wires and zip ties. Its 'face' is an array of LED lights that blink randomly as it leans forward to touch the materials on Martin's table. There's a sudden flurry of motion as The Prodigy begins cutting pieces out of the materials and shaping them into components and assembling them at speeds to fast for your eyes to track.

When Martin dismisses his Stand, a the materials have been turned into the items you requested. The phone even works.

"Impressive." you say, pocketing the items.

(I'm going to go to bed. Dunno when I'll come back, I got a lot of stuff to do. Make sure the thread doesn't die before I get back to this.)

You board a plane and hours later you, Adeline and Bruce arrive in London, where you like into a car with your MI5 contact, a Scottish woman named Coira Argyll. There's an awkward silence as Coira drives you to the rally, which isnbeing held at a university.

>Talk to Bruce and Adeline about the mission (Write in what you want to know)
>Talk to Coira
>Write in

>>1283387
>>Talk to Coira

>>1283387
>Talk to Coira

>>1283387
>Talk to Coira

>>1283394
>>1283484
>>1283607
Writing

>>1283671
"So, Coira, does McLaren know we're coming?" you ask. Coira nods. "Aye. But as far as he knows, you three are just part of a private security firm. He has no knowledge of the existence of Stands."

"So you're a Stand user?" you ask. Coira chuckles. "Not me lad. There's only two Stand Users in MI5, and both of 'em are on assignment. That's why you guys got called in."

"So how long is this rally going to be?" you ask. "Supposed to be 2 hours, but you know how politicians love to talk." Coira says.

The car pulls into the parking lot of the university, where a crowd has gathered around a large podium. A clean-shaven man with a square jaw and a nice suit is addressing the crowd. As the speech begins and McLaren gets the crowd really worked up, you notice something peculiar- a rather overweight man who is dressed like, to use the local vernacular, a chat. He wears 'designer' clothes you can tell they're fake despite being at least 30 yards away from him. The chav has his face buried in a large book, which is odd considering that everyone else has their eyes on McLaren.

>Approach the man
>Alert Bruce and Adeline
>Write in

>>1283773
>>Alert Bruce and Adeline

>>1283773

Suspicious, but that could just be the guy's reading spot. Not unusual for a guy to be reading on a uni campus.

>>1283773
Also this
>>1283791
Is meant to contain
>Alert Bruce and Adeline

>>1283773
>>Approach the man

>>1283773
>Approach the man

OP do we really have to fight the Nationalists? Really? I'm no Nationalist, but I don't think someone who wants to take care of their country first and it is most important to them is a literal devil.

>>1283918
These are ultra-nationalists. Think the skinheads from This Is England but extra violent.

>>1283931
Oh okay, that's okay then.

>>1283960
>that's okay then.
I mean as in for hating and beating the shit out of.

>>1283773
>Approach the man

>>1283830
>>1283996
>>1283918

You approach the man, and as you do he turns his back to you and begins moving through the crowd away from you. You pick up your pace to make sure you don't lose him.The man begins moving faster, which is difficult for him due to his weight. You push through the crowd towards him and manage to get right behind him? You grab him by the back of his shirt and spin him around to see why he had his face in the book-his right eye is cut out, along with a square chunk of skin around the eye. The obese man snarls. "Don't look at me like that!" he says, trying to get away.

>"Sir, what happened to your eye?"
>"You're acting really suspicious."
>"Give it up. I know you're planning to assassinate McLaren."
>Write in

>>1284064
>Write in
Ask him if he needs help

>>1284064
>"Sir, what happened to your eye?"

>>1284064
>"Sir, what happened to your eye?"

>>1284064
>>"Sir, what happened to your eye?"

>>1284101
>>1284110
>>1284415

Not wanting to jump to conclusions, you take it slow. "Sir, what happened to your eye?" you ask. The man tries to walk away. "I-it's been like that since birth."

Okay, that's a blatant lie. You tell him as such and he goes red in the face. "Just get lost, dickhead!" he blurts.

Behind him appears a massive humanoid Stand that is at least 7 feet tall and extremely corpulent- either that, or the pitch-black iron knight's armor its wearing is EXTREMELY thick and round at the gut. The Stand wears a black iron helmet shaped like a boar's head, with golden tusks that jut out a foot away from the face of the helmet. The Stand holds a massive, ornate-looking halberd in both hands.

>Bring out Even Flow and attack the Stand.
>Run for it!
>Get back up from Bruce and Adeline.
>Write in

>>1284819
>>Bring out Even Flow and attack the Stand.

>>1284819
>Write in
Just say "Alright. Jeez, I was seeing if you were okay." and go away. He's probably got it out to prepare to attack rather than to attack right away.

>>1284819
>>Run for it!
Like a bitch

>>1284858
>>1284819
+1

>>1284858
Keep in mind it is to also important to act like we DON'T see his damned stand.

>>1284858
actually this then after words
>Get back up from Bruce and Adeline.

>>1284876
>>1284858
>>1284866
"Alright, jeez, I was just seeing if you're OK." you say, trying not to react to the Stand.

"Are you bullshitting me?" shouts the man. The Stand in knight's armor swings it's halberd at you.

>Roll 1d100 to not react to the Stand's attack

Getting really tired. Have classes tomorrow. Don't know when I'll be back

>>1286342
Goodnight. Thank you for running.

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>1286206
Let's see how this goes.

>>1286342
Godspeed OP.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>1286342

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>1286206
>Roll 1d100 to not react to the Stand's attack
I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. I legit thought he wasn't a trigger happy moron. I'd be rolling to avoid it or counter it instead if I knew that.

>>1286980
>71

You manage not to flinch or reflexively call your Stand out in the face of the armored Stand. The axe-blade part of the halberd hits you on the shoulder and, though you feel no pain and no blood comes out, your arm is cut off at the shoulder. You turn your head to look at the arm and the arm rolls over, moving in lockstep with your body as if its still attached. You even can make the fingers on your severed arm move normally.

"The fuck?" you say. Even while in the character of a non-Stand user, that seems like the only natural thing to say.

Bruce speaks up in your earpiece. "Jordan, we think the Stand User's in the crowd. We weren't able to find them in the surrounding buildings, which disproves Coira's theory of a sniper-type Stand."

>"I found him Bruce, he cut off my arm."
>"Bruce, you might want to get down here."
>Say something innocuous-sounding that's coded for a distress message (Roll 1d100 to be subtle)
>Write in

>>1287545
Dammit, forgot my name

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>1287545
>Say something innocuous-sounding that's coded for a distress message (Roll 1d100 to be subtle)

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>1287545
>Say something innocuous-sounding that's coded for a distress message (Roll 1d100 to be subtle)

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>1287545
>>Say something innocuous-sounding that's coded for a distress message (Roll 1d100 to be subtle)

>>1287634
>>1287608
>>1287565

>73

"Hey there!" you say jovially into your earpiece. "Can you give me a minute, buddy? I'm kind of tied up here."

There's a tense moment of silence. "On our way." Bruce says.

"Who were you talking to?" asks the man. You shrug. Your severed arm moves as if still attached to your shoulder. "A friend." you say. The man squints. "You're awfully calm for someone who just lost their arm."

You're about to say something when you see Bruce walking through the crowd. Agent Orange materializes behind him. The man turns and goes red in the face.

"I-I fucking knew it! You're fucking Stand Users! You'll pay for lying to me! My「War Pigs」will take you apart!"

"Keep dreaming, punk." snarls Bruce. Agent Orange lets out an 'ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII~!' as it throws a left hook at War Pigs. War Pigs jukes to the side and swings the halberd at Agent Orange's outstretched arm. With one clean cut, Agent Orange's arm is cut off. Bruce goes wide eyed as his Stand's arm falls off.

"Hehehehe...bet you didn't see that coming, huh? Anything my Stand cuts is cleanly separated without any damage," gloats the obese man. "I could cut your dick off and you wouldn't even notice!"

Despite Agent Orange's maiming, Bruce grins. "You picked the wrong guy to fight with your Stand."

Agent Orange leans down to pick up its severed arm. It then begins reattaching the severed limb. Now it's the fat man's turn to be shocked. "Impossible! That-that's impossible!"

Bruce's grin gets wider and nastier. "Agent Orange's ability can take any object and make it as malleable as clay. It can even repair maimed body parts!"

As Bruce is talking, Agent Orange moves to you and picks up your arm. The Stand presses it to your shoulder and grafts it back into place like an expert sculptor.

>Attack!
>Run!
>Wait for Adeline!
>Write in

>>1287671
>>Attack!

>>1287671
>Attack!

>>1287671

>Attack!

>>1287686
>>1287687
>>1287704

While the fat guy's distracted, you decide to capitalize. You bring out Even Flow and GUAGUAGUA him right in the back. The force of the blows send him flying through the crowd.

You and Bruce both run over to him, but the fat man begins laughing.

"Quit giggling, creep." huffs Bruce. "You failed to kill McLaren."

This makes the fat man laugh harder. "Did you honestly think I was the one who was gonna kill McLaren? I was just keeping 'an eye' on his security detail!"

Bruce stiffens. "Oh, shit." he grumbles. Just then, Adeline buzzes in on your earpiece. "Guys, we have a problem. There's another Stand user here!"

"Yeah, we know." huffs Bruce. You look around to see where the actual assassin is hiding. Eventually, you see someone moving towards the podium- a man with green hair done up in multiple inter-woven braids. He's striding towards McLaren with a very intense gait.

>"Bruce, keep this creep held down." (Go after the assassin)
>"Bruce, he's over there!" (Stay near the fat man and have Bruce take on the assassin)
>Write in

>>1287726
>"Bruce, keep this creep held down." (Go after the assassin)

>>1287726
>>"Bruce, keep this creep held down." (Go after the assassin)

>>1287726
>"Bruce, keep this creep held down." (Go after the assassin)

>>1287735
>>1287737
>>1287832

"Bruce, keep this creep held down." you say as you dash through the crowd. You hear Bruce make a disapproving comment as you run towards the green haired man, who's almost at the edge of the podium. Behind him, you can see his Stand- a humanoid figure, tall, dark purple in color with a black fishnet pattern and adorned in a sleeveless navy-blue cloak. The Stand reaches out towards McLaren's shadow as he finishes speaking...

>Roll 1d100 to stop the enemy Stand

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>1288045

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>1288045

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>1288045

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>1288045
[ENEMY STAND]

>>1288108
>77

Even Flow comes out and grabs the enemy Stand by its wrist. The green-haired man turns his head and glares at you. "I don't know what you think you're doing, but I've gone too far to let you stop me now." he says darkly. "I will mete out punishment if you try to stop me again."

>I can't let you do that! (Attack with Even Flow)(Write-in what attack you want to use)
>You're not going anywhere! (Stall him)
>Write-in

>>1288135
>>I can't let you do that! (Attack with Even Flow)(Write-in what attack you want to use)
Do the electric attack

>>1288135
>You're not going anywhere! (Stall him)

>>1288135
>I can't let you do that! (Attack with Even Flow)(Write-in what attack you want to use)
Abi Dalzim's Horrid Wilting

>>1288142
>>1288169
Need tie-breaker.

>>1288135
>You're not going anywhere! (Stall him)

>>1288774
Writing

>>1288929
"You're not going anywhere!" you say. You need to stall for time until McLaren gets out of the assassin's range.

"Don't meddle with me, you Yankee. This is about keeping Britain pure," says the assassin. Okay, wow, he's one of THOSE assholes. "McLaren would allow our culture to be-"

You deck him in the mouth. "Okay, I'm not much of a political guy," you say as the assassin rubs his jaw. "But dicks like you just don't know when to shut the fuck up."

"Hitting me while I'm talking? You're a cowardly bastard through and through. You're getting a ticket to Hell for that and you can tell them that Archibald Bentley sent you! Kill him, 「 Rainbow In The Dark」!"

You smirk. "Kill me if you want, my job here is done." You point to the podium, which is vacant, now that McLaren has left.

You can practically hear Bentley's blood pressure rising. "Y-you sneaky son of a bitch!" splutters Bentley. "Forget Hell, when I'm done with you, there won't be enough of you left to go to the afterlife!"

Rainbow In The Dark melts into the ground, becoming two dimensional. It slinks along the ground and strikes out at your shadow. Suddenly, you feel an incredible blunt pain. Bentley laughs. "My Stand is the master over all shadows- anything he does to your shadow happens to you! Now sink into the darkness, fool!"

Rainbow In The Dark takes another swing at your shadow and the sympathetic force sends you sprawling backwards.

>Write in

>>1289033
Try to dehydrate the ground he's on.

>>1289033
Can we get rid of our shadow with another light source?

>>1289033
Make the ground muddy by hydrating it.

Getting pretty tired. Gonna call it a night. Come

>>1289259
Come up with something if you want, though I'll remind you that you have the stuff Martin made for you. Also, you'll need a source of water to hydrate stuff...

>>1289259
Thank you for running.

Bump

>>1290767
Could you run again later today?

>>1290834
Yeah, I'm just waiting for people to post.

>>1291039
i'm here

>>1291039
Aye

>>1291039
What up!

Also, can we get some of one of our upper level Stand attacks to be "Horrid Wilting"? Cause that spell is amazing in pretty much much every version of DND.

>>1291087
But is it a musical reference though?

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>>1291104
...I looked and couldn't find one.

Still waiting on a consensus for an action. So far we have >>1289056
>>1289078

and
>>1289081

>>1291176
Dehydrate the ground into sand

>>1289056
>>1291261

Roll 1d100

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>1291782

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>1291782

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>1291782

>>1291818

>78

Even Flow reaches down and attempts to dehydrate the ground itself, turning it into sand. You manage to get some water out, but it's not helping. Rainbow In The Dark begins slinking toward you along the surface of the ground, not even hindered by the sudden dry spot.

>Run for it- you can't attack it while its two-dimensional.
>Brainstorm (Roll 1d100)
>Write in

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>1292198
>Brainstorm (Roll 1d100)

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>1292198
>>Brainstorm (Roll 1d100)

>>1292264

You suddenly realize that there's no clouds in the sky...which means you might be able to pull off a crazy idea...if Even Flow can steal water, surely it can let it out?

On cue, Even Flow lifts its hands up and begins dispersing water in a fine mist. The light of the sun begins to catch in the water droplets, and the reflections create a bright light that reduces your shadow to a small circle directly beneath you. Rainbow In The Dark slithers out of the ground into its three-dimensional form. And you have something special for it now that it's vulnerable. Even Flow still has some water in it, and it levels a hand at the enemy Stand before launching a blast of water at the force of a bullet towards Rainbow In The Dark. The blast catches Rainbow In The Dark in the left shoulder and punches a small hole through it. Behind you, you can hear Bentley cry out in pain. Even Flow's not done, though- it floats out towards Rainbow In The Dark and lets out a flurry of punches,

"GUAGUAGUAGUAGUAGUAGUAGUAGUA!!!!"

The black webbing pattern cracks and crumbles off of Rainbow In The Dark. You hear Bentley slump over to the ground, groaning and coughing. Rainbow In The Dark does the same, and Even Flow raises a foot up before bringing it down hard on Rainbow In The Dark's head. There's two sickening crunches- one from Bentley, and one from his Stand as they both die.


=================>

TO BE CONTINUED

(ending theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6cHEolQJ2uw)

>>1292531
It was a pretty good time, thank you for running.

>>1292531
Thank you for running.