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The masked man was gone. That much was a relief. But that just meant that the gun man was now free to go wild. Creating all manner of guns Joanna had never seen before, and spraying down a wild rain of bullets from the ceiling. Between that and the guns sticking out of... other guns? Joanna had no choice but to pull herself out of the direct confrontation. It was all she could do to turn around and sprint for the nearest object or wall to use as cover, and call 『CD SPACE』back to her side, now equipped with several DISCS filled with napalm. What to do with these? ...probably best to pocket them for now. While she certainly had an idea on how to beat『21 GUNS』here, the problem was that involved getting to it. With all those guns, Joanna simply couldn't get close to the enemy Stand. She needed some means of closing the distance while not getting shot... Only one other Stand on my side. This could be problematic, but I wonder... "Oi, mirror boy!" Joanna called out, the arms of『CD SPACE』manifesting behind her. "Does that thing work on other people too?"

"Of course..." Kace said bitterly, rolling his eyes as he was now left alone with the two stand users, one of which was running straight at him. Cracking his knuckles, Joanna's charge would be stopped by a sudden wall of rocket launchers that emerged from the ground in front of her. "Why can't I go one mission without someone fucking something up." As he said that, blunderbuss barrels jutted out of each launcher, firing in Joanna's direction. He glanced towards the rest of the room, assessing what he was dealing with. He was surrounded on both fronts, as he found himself walking towards the opposite corner of the room from Alex. The only thing notable he saw were the two stand users attacking him and another, who seemed to be just trying to survive the bullets. He turned towards David, giving him a menacing glare from behind his glasses. "Well, since it's just us..." A wicked grin stretched on his face, the guns on the ceiling now consisting of only futuristic heavy machine gun barrels above everyone except Kace and his stand. "LIGHT 'EM UP,『21 GUNS』!" On command, the ceiling started blasting wildly at the people in the room. "RATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!" There was still, however, the issue of David. Kace wasn't sure what capabilities『WAYWARD SON』had, only that it was some kind of protection stand. Kace snapped his fingers, prompting『21 GUNS』to slam its face into the floor, cracking it in the process. From the far end of the room, opposite of where the three stand users were, appeared a rifle from the wall. With a click that was masked by the other gunfire, the rifle fired, aiming its shot directly at David. Every Stand had a flaw, after all, and Kace was going to figure out how to break『WAYWARD SON』.

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Stella sat upright with Kelsey's help as she took her friend's hand. It was heartwarming to know that she wasn't going to abandon her in perhaps the greatest fight that they had ever come across. It was also stressful knowing that she couldn't simply lie down and wait for everything to pass. Kelsey seemed to have faith in her ability to figure out a plan for them to win this fight so to speak, which Stella wasn't entirely sure how to feel about either. It almost felt like she was being a commander for a military operation or something. Which she supposed was fitting given that they were at a military school. "Alright, I'll figure something out, just..." The girl put a had to her chin as she seemed to miraculously tune out all of the noise and battle that was going on around her. After a moment, Stella said, "in order to win we need to hit them with something they can't fight back with." The girl looked to Kelsey saying, "punching and using things like chairs go against the spirit of a food fight and were generally banned in the Gelati Convention of 2919277, so relying on that won't do. However, we can put to use your physical strength in another way." Stella reached up her hand, and as if on cue an orange sailed through the air and into it. Bringing her arm down, she looked to her friend saying, "see, this right here is the essence of the food fight." There was a pause before the girl followed up with, "the food. It's the ammunition everyone uses to fight with. So, if you crush it and hurl it back at them, you will have successfully managed to destroy part of our enemy's ammo and morale, after all no one wants to pick up pulverized orange. So, we need to do our best to capture as many different source of food as possible and destroy them right back at our enemies. Things like this," the girl pulled the cod that was next to her, "are too much for your bare hands alone, so we'll stash them under the table and use them as melee weapons for anyone who gets too close. Sound good?"

Rags to Riches

Smiling, Citron couldn’t help but feel proud for what they had done. Sure, it was just fixing what she had broken, but all in all, what they had made was a much more official looking stall than anything she had ever run or been a part of. Simple as it was, it was also… Permanent, which is more than what could be said for her general work. And to hear everyone praise it - even the owner, in her backhanded way, brought her spirits up a bit more at the same time. Her grin only widened as they went so far as to invite her and Lincoln to go drinking; to which the soldier quickly denied. Now, Citron wasn’t exactly sure what the kind thing to do when offered drinks was, especially when you were only offered drinks for fixing a stall that you were, ultimately, at fault for breaking. So for this one, she was going to have to follow Lincoln’s lead; especially when this might mean owing the villagers more than she already did, if she wasn’t careful. “Thank you for the offer, but I’m going to have to decline as well. I have a few things to do, including going back and checking on Peaches when I’m done, but I once again want to thank you for the offer, and your understanding natures in this situation.” Citron gave a quick bow, before rising, and following Lincoln’s way. She wasn’t exactly sure where he was going, but she at least owed him an apology, if not some sort of monetary compensation; no matter what sort of excuse he gave to helping her earlier. “Thank you, Mr. Lincoln,” she’d smile; watching as he talked to the wolf. While it was a far cry from how she treated Peaches, she couldn’t help but sense a similar level of friendship between the two. “Rohns? Is that what you named him?” She eventually asked, as he agreed to put the wolf-cub down. Rohns scampered ahead of Link as soon as his paws touched the ground. "Yeah, his name is Rohns," the soldier said. "And there's no reason to thank me. I did nothin' but my duty." “Well, your ‘duty’ helped keep me from being in indentured servitude for over a month, so… Thank you.” She smiled, watching as the wolf-cub ran ahead. “Also, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s next on your agenda? And do you mind if I tag along?” She paused, bringing her good hand to her chin. “I’m not really sure where to go, or what to do now, so...” Link glanced over at her. She was older than most of their ragabond group, but still couldn't have seen more than seventeen or eighteen harvests. She obviously hadn't been exposed to the violence much of the world had to offer. "That is... not my place to discuss, and not my call to make," he said after a moment's hesitation. "The princesses will have to decide that. I was headed to meet with them now if you... if you would like to tag along." Socializing was a strange, foreign affair that he could not believe he had once found very natural. It just tired him out now. “Alright, then I’ll be tagging along with you for just a little bit longer, then.” She smiled, nodding. “Hope you don’t mind, but I figure they can at least give me a bit of advice on where I should go from here, since they at least seem a bit more knowledgeable about the world than me.”

With the pulse of darkness coming straight towards him, Nine ignited his arms and sent out a wave of flame to block the dark pulse. While he had managed to stop the first attack, the boy was caught genuinely flat footed as Nikora had been the one to close the distance between them. With the spiky fist of the Cacturne striking him square in the face, he was launched back from the attack and knocked over to the ground. Nine had figured that anything that had held true from the previous fight would certainly be the same in this one as well. But, this was Nikora who clearly wasn't just the Godslayer's second in command for nothing. The young Chaser's expectations had well been exceeded already in this rematch between the two and Nine's face was certainly feeling that. The boy slowly picked himself up, a pulse of darkness coursing through his body as he sharpened his aura for a second time. Getting back to his feet, Nine turned to face and looked Nikora dead in the eyes. The Godslayer was more dangerous than he could've anticipated. He was versatile and invincible in his specialty. They were in his own territory which gave him an advantage. He was smart, strong and very obviously experienced. Though he had said that fighting someone once was not enough to get to know them, it wasn't as though Nine had learned anything new since their last fight. He didn't have any more tricks up his sleeve than what he could just think of on the fly. Yet again, he was clearly outclassed. Yet again, his opponent possessed a strength he could only dream of. And yet again, he stared straight at his opponent with a smile on his face. The thrill of battle, battling an opponent unlike anything else in this world and one he couldn't understand from just a few exchanges, pumping through his body. Unlike Ankou, who he had a feeling of confidence rushing through him here he felt a surge of pride. He didn't believe himself to be above Nikora, but he knew something based on the change in the Cacturne's fighting style. Yet again, by someone he believed to be far above him he was being acknowledged. "Then I look forward to seeing what other neat things I can find out about you," Nine joked towards the Cacturne. Igniting his arms with fire, the Houndoom sent a wave of flame towards the Cacturne which was predictably blocked by the spiky shield he raised. Nine had to figure out a way past that, and likely by himself as Easter had seemed to be preoccupied by something else. Before he could make his own move, however, the Cacturne summoned a ball of green energy and launched it towards Nine. Not trying to overextend himself, Nine did his best to turn his body to the side and allow the attack to pass by him. His eyes were continuously locked on Nikora as he did. The man didn't move from his spot as he fired another of volley of spikes at Nine, to which the Houndoom ignited his arm and launched out a wave of fire to intercept the pin missiles. Immediately after negating the attack, the Chaser stepped back on guard but it had seemed that Nikora still hadn't moved from his spot. It wasn't as if he had to move to win, but knowing that he could engage in melee combat was enough to make Nine all the more cautious about his opponent. Which was definitely a bad thing. Thinking fast on his feet, he realized that since Nikora had just moved his attacks weren't going to be close to their peak. As such, Nine took the initiative this time, letting out an empowered dark pulse towards Nikora. The man responded by firing off a volley of pin missiles which collided and stalled upon hitting the attack. While they managed to pierce through it they didn't have much force behind them anymore and proved little threat to Nine. Following up with another attack, Nine let loose a flamethrower which Nikora defended against with his spiky shield. Letting loose a dark pulse again to intercept the next volley of pin missiles, Nine then let loose a second dark pulse which Nikora had blocked with his spiky shield on reflex. With the opening created, Nine fired one more flamethrower. Thinking fast on his rooted feet, Nikora fired off a dark pulse to match the attack, though the flames had been empowered enough to win out in the clash, hitting Nikora once more.

Alpha Hunter

Rodrigo saw the nail hit the ground and upper-cut his partner; he saw another flick towards his own personal demon. Almost at the same time, he saw the wall immediately to their right turn the glass; his partner's demon must have some sort of transforming ability, he thought in an instant. He hadn't seen the intercepting missile but relying on reflexes he quickly turned to his right and, with his stand, launched a haymaker punch at the glass wall. Maybe he should have thought about the fact that a massive wall of glass was going to fall down on him, but it wasn't something that he really cared about. In the space of a punch, while the wall shattered under the effect of the earthquake, Rodrigo dived forward into the space that was now occupied by shattered glass, and recalled『THA CARTER』so that it wouldn't get hurt by that nail. He could only hope that the transformation ability his partner had would somehow keep him from being torn to shreds.

Joey smiled as he saw his bullets reach their target, brushing some imaginary dust from the top of the barrel of his gun. He still had it. However, this didn't deter the devil much as it shot something at the ground beneath him. Joey took a look down, before the earth itself sprang up to sock him square in the chin, knocking him a fair height off of the ground and onto his ass. His bottle of whiskey shattered as it was flung out of his hands and onto the ground as well. It took him a moment to recover from the recoil, but when he came to, he noticed that the Foxy perpetrator was now clinging onto the side of the building. Joey fixed his jaw, before 『HYBRID THEORY』helped him off of the ground. That's when he heard a whirring noise come from that thing. It must've been revving something up again. Taking a chance, Joey picked up a chunk of glass, before throwing it straight at Foxy's face, hoping to intercept whatever the hell was going to come from it. After the toss, 『HYBRID THEORY』picked up it's own shard of glass, and planting it into the wall that Foxy clung too. In no time flat, the entire wall was turned into one giant sheet of glass, with Foxy's claws still inside. "I may not be as tough as they come, but even my pal here is strong enough to shatter glass! Let's do it 『HYBRID THEORY』!" The stand balled it's fist, before unleashing a flurry of punches at the wall. "HACHACHACHACHACHACHACHA!" It would take a moment, but the wall would eventually start to break and shatter. Hopefully the whole roof didn't come down on the Museum, but that was a complete afterthought in Joey's head.

Much to his relief Alex went undisturbed, aside from the continued stray bullets, once revealing his Stand and was able to escape through the same wall he'd originally intended just before 21 Guns filled the room with enough bullets to turn anyone into a pile of goo. He began walking off, deciding getting as far away from the museum as possible was the best course of action, when he, very predictably for the day, ran into another group of Stand Users, specifically the users of Flagpole Sitta and Fox, the former of which seemed to be harassing some girl. "You're not gonna get away with putting my people in danger" A woman moved back and forth, ready to defend herself from the menacing masked man controlling the tendril's taking a humanoid shape. "Oh dear!" Alex shouted as he approached, white Beyond still by his side. "I'd hate to be a bother but you seem to be a nuisance to this dame." Alex really didn't want to get involved with another Stand, and his face certainly showed it, but the universe was conspiring against him today. "If that is the case I suggest you push on before we have a problem." It was then Alex noticed the other fellow carrying a very man-shaped object further down. "I suppose you're part of the bunch responsible for the theft of the corpse? One gentleman with a penchant for taking things that may not be mine to another, poor form if I say so, the whole thing with the lights was a bit much, and you're muscle seems a bit . . . trigger happy in my opinion." Alex wasn't quite sure what he was aiming for. False bravado? Intimidation maybe? Or maybe he just wanted to get the attention of the one with he corpse. Either way he'd already gotten himself far more involved than he'd prefer and there was certainly no going back now. He readied himself and had White Beyond take a battle stance, it's long arms hovering around Alex's body ready to attack or defend as needed. "Now, I'm not much interested in any of that nonsense with some mummified remains, not something I'd pinch for myself, but you really oughta leave the lady alone."

Superhuman Patricia stopped dead in her tracks when a man appeared before her. "Where the hell did you come from?" she asked rhetorically. "Just appearing out of thin air like that... you startled me." She pressed a single foot backward. This person was obviously working with the thief, who was now escaping. "I'm not going to bother asking why you're doing this. Stealing the corpse of a holy person. But you put a lot of people in danger, mister. Including my mother." She put up both her fists and guarded her face. "So come on, colonizer. Let's dance. You're not gonna get away with putting my people in danger." That's when Patricia's hair began to stand on edge. There was another presence here. She could feel it. It was malicious. Terrifying. Menacing. She began to sweat rather suddenly, like she was being put on stage for her biggest audience yet. And still, she didn't back down. She began to bob side-to-side, trying to prepare herself for whatever was coming. Mentally, however, she wasn't going to hesitate. Her thoughts were on her mother being in harm's way, and how upset she was. This only cemented Patricia in facing whomever this was. Police could pursue the thief. She would take down this accomplice. She waited for them to make the first move.

Now from once there was two...there only stood the gunman, with now the user with『CD SPACE』and himself...David honestly was liking these odds a lot. Though the one individual was currently being assaulted by a horde of rocket launchers and blunderbusses...that was one harsh way to take care of things, but David figured she had it. But now it was just him and the gunman. "Well, since it's just us... LIGHT 'EM UP,『21 GUNS』!" "RATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!" David looked and noticed what could only be described as a futuristic gun being above his head, and at his command...the ceiling practically started blasting wildly. He noticed it was over everyone's heads except for his...no shock. ...they'll be alright...if they have those types of abilities too. However... he paused, not moving an inch as the bullets were trained right on him. With an exhale, David ran one hand through his hair, only giving the gunman a bit of a smirk. "Carry on...『WAYWARD SON』!!!!" "DODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODO!!" The Stand began to move slightly, seemingly...punching the bullets that were over David's head and just like before, they were sent right back to their sender and shattered the gun barrel in question. "I'm afraid this is just becoming the same ol' song and dance." he said, putting a hand in his pocket. "Should really hit the road on this, ya know." He was blissfully unaware of the rifle that was poised at the far end of the room aimed right at the young man. "Knock off the Chopper Squad and you may just end up leaving this with only a few bumps and bruises, ya follow?" That's when the rifle fired...and the bullet whizzed straight towards David...his back towards it. However...just like the last few attempts on this...it was...wait...David felt something a bit different now. He felt something warm and wet now on his shoulder. A good glance over at his left shoulder, he found that it was now bleeding and that there was a fresh bullet wound right there. That was something he wasn't expecting as he yelled a bit in pain and immediately grabbed his shoulder. "G-Gah!! ...h-heh...lucky shot..." he grumbled, though internally, he was surprised. This wasn't something he was expecting at all, but this did show him something that this little ability of his wasn't invulnerable...though he already knew if the people he was up against weren't getting hostile with him that he'd get hit...but this time...there was clear hostility with the gunman, so...how?

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

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.