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Rodrigo would have stopped a minute to process everything that had happened, but the adrenaline was keeping that from happening. His feet ran without thought; his demon attacked without warning. The predatory instinct that kept him alive in the ring was keeping him alive right now, as the flames and the gunshots and the chaos around him all faded back as his vision tunneled onto the strange monster he was chasing. It wasn't until after he found himself blocked into an alleyway with someone else that he came to his senses. It wasn't until then that he took his second breath. There was the abomination before them, red and shiny and metallic - on wheels - like his own? Some sort of future-beast come true? And to his side, a strange, skinny man with bright white hair and a bottle of whiskey in his hands, pointed to Rodrigo. And above them, some new demon: sleek, purple, blue, teal, red, grey. Claws, a whipped tail, an inverted mouth! "Cheers to my first whacky fight!" Rodrigo took another, deeper breath, then firmly grasped the bottle of whiskey and took a large gulp befitting a large man. Spitting what was left in his mouth to the floor, like blood in a fight, he tossed the bottle back and dramatically raised his fists in a boxing stance. "I punch, you shoot. Cover me." His 'one of these guys' apparated before them, his own fists raised and ready to fight. Ostensibly a human without the flesh, a quick inspection by his new partner in the alley would reveal nothing but what seemed to be metal alloy covering its entire body. The dim light in the alley covered the brilliant, fiery-orange markings along his chest and arms, but the bright white scales along his back reflected some of the ambient light and raised the light level in the entire alley. "『THA CARTER』 !!" Both stand and user sprinted forward, the stand significantly faster, mimicing Rodrigo's movements but on an accelerated, exaggerated scale. While Rodrigo took a step, 『THA CARTER』 flew ten feet; while Rodrigo threw one punch, 『THA CARTER』threw five. Needing to only take a couple of steps before his metal demon would reach the opponent that had just been shot at, he would start punching at wherever it attempted to go.

"You're a third-rate gamer with a fourth-rate device!"

As Kelsey had taken the sushi from her fingers, Stella didn't seem to mind at all. As the girl gave her opinion, Stella looked back to her own sushi saying, "well, that's good to know." As Kelsey then offered a nugget to her, Stella simply reached out to take it from her. Upon bringing it to her mouth, the girl paused for a moment and looked around the room as if suddenly realizing where it was she was. The girl's face reddened as she seemed more reluctant to now eat the food, though still ate the nugget. Before she could say anything more, however, chaos seemed to erupt into the cafeteria as a food fight had started. Stella looked over to Kelsey as the girl stood up, having been hit by some kind of food, only to go wide eyed as her friend was hit yet again. Stella was knocked back to her old friend, the ground, as Kelsey fell on top of her. Letting out a low groan of pain, the girl looked over to her friend saying, "h-hey Kellz. are you alright?" Upon getting confirmation one way or the other, Stella helped Kelsey out and stood back up. Looking at the food flinging fight that was around them, the girl had a mild look of panic across her face. The only thing she could think to do was shout out, "um, everyone. Settle - calm down and just - " she was interrupted in her efforts by an entire cod slamming into her. Being thrown to the ground, the girl let out yet another groan as she said, "save yourself," to Kelsey. The cafeteria was not a warzone Stella was able to navigate.

As Joey took shots at 『FOX ON THE RUN』, the stand attempted to dodge, taking one of the shots in a shoulder and stumbling a bit. Pointing back at the one with the gun, the speedy stand shot one of its claw-like nails just beneath Joey's feet and another just below itself, causing a temporary sensation of the ground shifting below him, before it suddenly shot up, hitting the gunman on the chin. At the same time, Fox took a punch from 『THA CARTER』before the chunk under it launched it into the air, digging its claws into the wall of the museum to hold itself up about 15 feet up. The stand let out a strange whirring noise as it took aim at CARTER, firing one of its nails at it, ignoring the assailant it had delivered an uppercut to. Meanwhile, the man with the corpse stumbled again as the shot hit Fox outside, suddenly crying out and grabbing his left shoulder in pain, nearly dropping his bounty. As he gathered himself, there was a girl yelling behind him, earning a glance back at her before cursing again and making another break for it, just in time for the masked man to arrive and protect him, nodding. "Handle that, we're almost done here." He muttered before beginning to push the corpse, wondering if he should recall Fox.

That idiot dropped the corpse in the middle of his sneaky escape. He had talked a big talk about how capable he was, he even bragged about his parents apparently being stand users as well, but here he was messing up what would have been a seamless plan. And now some girl was chasing after him. "Useless." The masked man looked up to Kace as the two stand users in the near vicinity decided to gang up on him once again. "Hey, keep these two busy. Fox fucked it up, I'm gonna go cover his ass." Pulling what looked like a dart gun out of a holster on his hip, he aimed it toward the exit that his partner and Pattie left through. Pulling the trigger, a dart was fired, zipping through the air silently and planting itself in the back of the neck of an unlucky bystander. Tied to the back of the dart was a white thread, hardly visible to the naked eye, trailing all the way back to the gun. "Sorry buddy, gotta hitch a ride." Touching his finger to the thread, the man seemed to be sucked into it, reappearing on the back of his poor victim, who immediately buckled under the masked man's weight and fell to the ground. Peering down the street, he caught sight of the girl, who had almost caught up to his comrade. She didn't seem to have a stand of her own, but was definitely still causing problems. "『FLAGPOLE SITTA』" Once again, the tendrilled monster appeared beside him, immediately reaching upward toward the telephone wire with one of its own threads. Touching his stand, the masked man disappeared, first to perch above the wire for a split second, then reappearing much further along, dropping to land in front of Patricia. Though he assumed she wasn't able to see it, 『FLAGPOLE SITTA』 stood behind him ominously.

Things were only becoming more complicated as things went on. Most of the crowd had already escaped through Alex's exit, meaning he most likely couldn't escape undetected, a new stand user literally popped up out of nowhere to help out the man pointing guns at everything, and, speaking of whom, 21 Guns had summoned flamethrowers to split the room in half which, of course, the Stand CD Space eliminated. Honestly Alex was just getting tired of keeping track of everything. Who was trying to steal the corpse, that wasn't even that shiny to begin with, who was trying to protect it and/or not get shot, and who was just as confused as Alex himself. While Wayward Son, who was apparently bullet proof, and CD Space distracted the attackers Alex snuck around the room trying to find a way out of the bizarre situation. While the pairs faced off Alex was barely able to avoid the stray projectiles from 21 Guns while maintaining his inexplicable ability to remain unseen. Eventually he ended up pinned in a corner of the room and had no choice but to bring out his Stand in front of them to avoid being hit. "『WHITE BEYOND』!" rather than hitting the individual bullets, something Alex wasn't sure his Stand could do with how close together they were, White Beyond began ferociously poking it's user in the right spots just before the bullets would have made contact, allowing them to pass through harmlessly through him while, unfortunately, most likely blowing his cover as a non-Stand-User to the group.

Patience They made a beeline for the exit, right behind an employee who was pushing a cart, leaving the scene. There was a brief opening in the crowd when the floor shook. With Patricia's perfect footwork, she managed to stay balanced, even catching her mother. As they stood and turned back toward the exit, Patricia caught eye on the fumbling employee who had been trying to get away with the Saint's corpse! "Hey!" she called to the thief. But the thief of course wouldn't stop. Instead, he snatched up the corpse and began sprinting away. Patricia was still subconsciously dragging her mother with her. Once they were clear of the museum, Patricia sat her mother aside. "Stay here, mom. I'm going to see if I can catch that guy." "Pattie, no! Don't be a hero!" Raeni pleaded with her daughter. "If I think I'll get hurt, I'll back off and come running. I promise," Patricia said as she gave chase after the thief. "Get back here!" she screamed, despite knowing that the thief would not comply. She broke into a full sprint, her legs carrying her as fast as they possibly could.

Joey's pursuit of the suspicious creature made him run all around the museum. It was definitely a workout, reminding him back in the old days when people were running away from him. Funny how things never changed. Just as they were about to hit the front door, where that guy had touched the floor, it began to rise up and try to block his path. Joey ran face first into one of the obstacles, landing him a bloody nose, before he pressed onward and out of the museum. He got a glimpse of the mook rounding the building. Joey followed, reaching for his holstered pistol. He found himself in the alleyway, when a sudden earthquake knocked him to his feet, causing him to almost discharge his weapon. Good thing he didn't have his finger on the trigger. The figure in front of them also tripped, revealing itself to be quite the looker. "Well would ya look at that, I've been chasing after some sorta freak's freak this whole time." Joey managed to catch something whiz right past him, making the ground behind him rise just like it had done at the entrance to the museum. Taking another good look around him, some other unfortunate soul was trapped in this alleyway with him. Joey raised an eyebrow at him. "You got one of these guys too? You'd be a lot more helpful if ya did." Joey took aim at 『FOX ON THE RUN』with his pistol, firing off two rounds at it. "『HYBRID THEORY』!!" Joey shouted, before throwing two objects from his pocket into the air: A whisk and key. "Never leave home without 'em." He joked, as Joey's stand appeared from above him, grabbing the two objects and pressing them between it's hands. Out from it's palms dropped a rather generously sized glass bottle of whiskey. He took a swig from the bottle, and offered some to Rodrigo. "Cheers to my first whacky fight!"

David kept quiet for a good bit of time, awaiting for gunman to make a move, before noticing that there was now a second individual...with something they called 『FLAGPOLE SITTA』...this day was just getting weirder and weirder at this point. Just how many people have these things? he thought, before finally seeing the gunman make his move. "I don't play games, kid." The young man only smiled. "Shame, cause you seem like the kind who gambles." he responded, seeing the gunman planting the barrel of his gun right at his forehead. David waited just to see what would happen, and after a while, it seemed that the gunman immediately figured out something else was going on, to which he commanded『21 GUNS』to concentrate fire right on him. Not what he was expecting, but this definitely was a test of his own power to say the least. David only smiled more, seeing the flurry of gunfire aimed his direction. It was time for fun to start. Much to the gunman's surprise, David wasn't turned into a fine slice of Swiss cheese like he probably was hoping, but rather the bullets seemed to bounce off and return back to their senders, basically removing the guns on the wall in the process. "...well then, that's a bit of a surprise." he said coyly. "Cute trick. But this isn't my first rodeo, punk." David felt the cold steel of the gun barrel leave his forehead as the gunman attempted to shove him...or rather, shoving himself. This elicited a slight chuckle to escape the young man's mouth, which probably upset the gunman even further. Now he was somewhat of the center of his attention, or rather, his Stand's attention. That was just perfect...if he could keep the guns focused on him, then that would definitely put things in a bit more easier position. However, now there was the entirely different problem of now a wall of fire was keeping him away from the rest of the action. The gunman, his partner and the chick with『CD SPACE』was on the other side...meanwhile, he had『21 GUNS』keeping an eye on him like a hawk. His test earlier proved that more than just a punch can definitely be sent back to the sender...did that mean the same for the fire from that flamethrower? He doubted that if anything. Then how would he get over to the other side? "The flamethrowers,『CD SPACE』! ! " “ORAORAORAORAORA!” The young man saw the spectral figure that was『CD SPACE』make the move and within a few moments, the fire was gone, which made David smirk a bit more. "Heh, my thanks." he simply said, running his hand through his hair as he made his way towards the party. He stopped near the gunman and casually turned toward him. "Sorry to say...but I think she's got her hands full...so how bout you take me on?" he said, moving slightly as now another spectral figure appeared near David, mirroring his exact stance. "I'm sure me and『WAYWARD SON』are more than enough for you."

So this was what the receiving end of a Stand's fist felt like. Joanna certainly didn't envy the loose collection of thugs she'd used hers on before, even less so now. Even with her own Stand absorbing the flurry of punches that followed instead of Joanna herself, any human opponent she'd traded blows with felt like a walk in the park after taking that sort of punishment. And to make matters worse, that crazed gunman had now erected a bunch of flamethrowers, cutting off the exits and splitting the room in two. If she'd had just about any other stand right now, Joanna would call this a critical situation. Well, a bit less so than it already was. Just getting back up to her feet, between the pounding she'd just taken and the heat of the nearby flamethrowers, wasn't easy. And even when she did, she didn't have much time to celebrate that small achievement, as two shots from the gunman's revolver fired off. The first one only grazed her shirt, but still stung quite a bit. The second one, however, lodged itself "cleanly" in her arm. More than the tendril man, that guy was the problem. What with all the guns. And the flamethrowers. "The flamethrowers,『CD SPACE』! ! " “ORAORAORAORAORA!” Even as her stand made its next move, Joanna could feel a powerful burning sensation on her hand. But that move would surely be worth it, as her Stand swooped by each flamethrower, swinging at the nozzle with the claws on its hands, and subsequently draining each flamethrower in the middle of the room of the napalm fueling it. Starting at the furthest one, and working its way closer to the enemy 『21 GUNS』 and its user with each gun's worth of fuel added to the DISC in its other hand, all while keeping its feet flying in the direction of『FLAGPOLE SITTA』with the claws curled up to make another pair of fists. As for herself, Joanna - being a flesh-and-blood human - clearly stood no chance against an enemy Stand. What she could fight though, was its user, even if she only had the one good arm to do it with. She still had legs, after all, and teeth if it came down to it. And so, Joanna ran for the user of『21 GUNS』while her Stand kept his hopefully busy enough with the distance between the two rapidly closing. Failing that, it wasn't like she was alone here.

"Took you long enough." He said bitterly as his partner in crime eventually showed up, getting『CD SPACE』out of his face for now. Honestly she was lucky, he his sights on her stand's head. The guns on the walls wavered for a bit as the ground shook,『21 GUNS』momentarily losing its balance. However, the guns managed to stay as the red beast planted its hand on the ground instead of the wall. Which just left the cocky bastard that stood next to him, asking about some game. "I don't play games, kid." He said, planting the barrel of his gun right onto the kids forehead, ready to full the trigger. However, there was something odd about his confidence, even as the cold steel rested on his head. "Guns!" He commanded. On cue, the barrels on the wall aimed right at David rained down a flurry of gunfire. However, instead of turning into a fine mist, the bullets instead seem to almost bounce off of him, flying right back towards the wall and absolutely shattering the collection of guns that dared to hit his mark. "Cute trick." He said, removing the gun from David's forehead as guns that had been damaged faded into dust, another row of guns replaced them. "But this isn't my first rodeo, punk." He said, shoving the kid back. Or, at least, he tried, as he instead felt himself be shoved back. "...how annoying." He growled, tilting his head towards his stand. "Fire!" On command, the red beast flexed its muscles. A row of flamethrowers appeared out of the ground in between him and the kid, stretching across the entire room. A similar group of flamethrowers sprouted in front of the doors now that he was sure the fox was, in fact, on the run. The flamethrowers shot immediately, creating a wall of fire splitting the room in half and blocking out the door. He wasn't sure how exactly this punk's stand worked; he'd keep an eye out just in case he was also fireproof. "Keep an eye on him, will ya?" He said to his stand, before turning his attention back towards the two. He couldn't just open fire with his partner in the room; not with the wall guns anyways. Instead, he used his revolver to fire two shots towards Joanna, making sure not to hit her opponent nor his stand.