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Post by Eiffel Alibi on Mar 1, 2017 4:46:58 GMT
Amelia Sixx1 2 3 4 5 6 7-8-9-10!The song Eiffel listened to bumped from his earbuds, today was like any usual day, though instead of groceries Eiffel decided to pick up some of his older sister's clothes from the dry cleaners, she had a lot of clothes like this...it was a bit of a hassle to do this nearly every day, but it was fine as far as he was concerned. He was making his way home now, going through Le Marais, he suddenly found himself crossing a peculiar sight. A dark short alleyway, it had been surprisingly clean, like the victorian street corner, the houses in between were vacant so it made sense that it didn't get polluted as easily...hm? what was that? Eiffel look a step closer, setting foot into the dark alleyway, picking up something...
A can.
Eiffel let out a sigh shaking his head holding the can "People always make an effort to mess up something innocent..." Just as he was about to turn, he felt a hand grip his wrist, the hand that held the can! the grip was tight, he dropped the can. He tried look back to see what had had grabbed him when suddenly...a hand from the same person wrapped an arm around his waist! "Wh-what the hell is going on?" He looked up to see the face of a much older man, pot bellied and bald. a few other men seemingly around his age as well surrounded Eiffel.
"Kehehehe...this little spot is a quick way to make it back into the City of souls...makes such a great trap don't you think? thee houses are vacant so it's easier to loiter..." one of the men spoke
Eiffel broke out in a cold sweat, just his luck... "L-let me go!"
One of the men, facing him raised an eyebrow before breaking out in laughter "What kind of stupid question is that? We're not going to let you go! that defeats the point of the catching y-guwah!" Just as the man was about to finish his sentence Eiffel sent a foot into his nose "It wasn't a question...I said let me go!" The man came back up, a hand covering his nose "Hold on hoooold on...you're not going to piss me off are you...?" he pulled out a knife, one of the men gripped his hand around Eiffel's jaw, squeezing his cheeks together, while the man in front of him ran the blade along his cheek "Don't make a fuss now! we'll leave you alone after we're done hehehe...you don't seem to mind, your lips are already puckering...you want a kiss?" The man holding him forced Eiffel to nod, the boy began to cry, the tears trickling down his face. 'H-how did this happen to me...?'
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Post by Amelia Sixx on Mar 1, 2017 18:00:08 GMT
It wasn't exactly a good day for Amelia. It was her first day in Paris, so she had done what most people did, and took a bus to go see the Eiffel tower. It was alright, and a nice sight to see. She supposed she understood why people were so excitable about seeing it now. Still, it didn't help that she had missed the bus, even with the assistance of her stand! Sometimes it irked her how sentient it was..but still, she supposed she'd have to deal with it. Of course, the one downside to taking the bus was that now she had to walk the streets trying to find her way back to the apartment she was renting. The problem with that? She had just moved to Paris. She didn't know where anything was. So, here she was. Walking down a fairly vacant part of town where it seemed nobody wanted to live.
She couldn't really explain why, but something about walking down this way made her..nervous. She shivered a little bit as she adjusted her hat, giving herself her peripheral vision back as she tilted it backwards a bit, her hands coming down after that to smooth out her strange pants, adorned with designs of hearts, stars, and moons. Of course, the moment she got done smoothing her pants out, she heard some kind of arguing. It was distant..but it was definitely there. She followed the sound, and by the time she arrived, all she could hear was
"You want a kiss?"
From what little she could see, it looked like there was a group of people taunting and assaulting a young woman. She almost instinctively started to grit her teeth, taking off at full tilt, she grabbed the first loose item she could find: A small broken brick. She was really far from the source, but she could still see them just fine. She had to aim this shot very carefully..she took a few seconds, focusing in on the one holding the knife, she drew upon the power of her stand..and launched the piece of brick, using its power to simulate the effects of actual strength! The chunk of brick soared through the air, nailing the one actually holding the knife! She managed to get up to the group as the first one stumbled back. She looked at the group with no real fear. Witch Hunt might not have been a physically strong stand, but she had the advantage here. From what she could tell, these were normal people. She made a noise that was her clearing her throat before adjusting her hat once again, glaring at the group.
"Now, I don't think I appreciate you lot torturing such a pretty person. So, you have two options. Either turn tail and run away, or find yourselves bleeding on the pavement." She said, speaking surprisingly fluent french for someone who obviously hadn't been born in France. But, she knew which option these fools would end up taking. They were the stereotypical group of thugs you saw in movies and read about in books. They had come here to try and rape someone. And judging from the variety of people, she would wager that they all thought they were too tough to be beaten. Still, she was calm. This was about to get really ugly. She didn't mind. She wouldn't stand for people torturing others like that.
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Post by Eiffel Alibi on Mar 1, 2017 19:46:27 GMT
Upon the brick hitting his head the thug gagged falling onto his back. It took a moment for the thugs to register what just happened before looking to back to see who it was that had taken an assault on their ally. They were surprised to hear the voice and see a woman, wearing some sort of witch hat? Eiffel's water eyes lit up at the sight of the woman. Like a feral animal one of the thugs turned to look at the witch, pursing his lips "Ehh? are you stupid?" He said The thug that had held onto Eiffel let him go somewhat, still holding a hand on the boys wrist. "shee shee! two fish for the price of one? I'll take it" He gripped Eiffels wrist harder making the boy squint, with his free hand he grabbed the young Eiffel by his neck.
"Well come on dumb ass! watch what happens!" the thug shouted as the others prepared to fight Amelia.
Eiffel simply watched in his current helplessness, struggling to breath.
'who is this? are they actually really strong or just stupidly brave? they have her out numbered...' he thought to himself as the scene continued to unfold, the thugs rushed Amelia aiming to grab her as well.
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Post by Amelia Sixx on Mar 1, 2017 20:45:59 GMT
Of course the thugs had decided to take option B. They were common thugs, all of whom were-upon closer inspection-ugly, unattractive men in some way or another..and one of them was burned. Perfect. The minute that the first thug-the one holding the knife-told his group to get her, Amelia chuckled, running a hand across the back of her neck as Witch Hunt appeared behind her, invisible to everyone except her. They had one thing that they agreed upon: she needed to live with her heritage. So, as she looked at the men closing in on her, she simply grinned. "Ignis, qui adolebit noceret mihi." She said, speaking perfectly fluent Latin. It was an incantation she had learned from an older book of spells from many, MANY years ago. Loosely translated, she had said "Fire, burn those who would harm me."
And the moment she finished speaking, the ground for a meter around her suddenly burst into flames, leaving the stench of melting pavement as she waved her hand, and the clothing that each one of the ones trying to grab her was wearing also burst into flame! They had made a definite mistake. She turned on her heel, looking to the one that was holding what looked definitely like a young woman. "What? You didn't know? The witches hunt has already begun." She said as the flames surrounding her in a circle of flame died down, but the ones burning the thug's men continued burning, starting to burn down to the flesh now. The men were all screaming, and freaking out. With a snap of her fingers, the fire coating the Thug's thugs died down, and every single one of them was terrified, running off and scattering without shirts. She waved her hand again, and the flames burning the pavement died down so quickly that the melted portion actually started to freeze over before going back to it's normal level of kinetic energy.
She kept walking forward, regardless of what the thug would say, utilizing the power of her Stand once again, her arm surrounding itself in an invisible shell. She was going to utilize Witch Hunt's power directly. She didn't grab the thug. She didn't punch him. In fact, she didn't do anything to harm him. She simply laid her hand on his right cheek, then removed it. The effects would be painful enough that she didn't need to harm him. He would feel them soon enough.
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Post by Eiffel Alibi on Mar 2, 2017 3:52:34 GMT
Eiffel watching the scene unfold would be astounded, so much happened such a short amount of time! the woman spoke latin before the area seemed to burst into flames! along with the thugs that tried to rush the woman, it was so clear now. Eiffel blinked looking at the woman.
'she's like my sister...a STAND USER!'
The man holding Eiffel grit his teeth watching the scene unfold, his boys already fleeing before he could tell them not to, when all was said and done the woman had approached him! "Wha? don't take another fuc-" she placed a hand on his face, he broke out in a cold sweat. For a moment he was given a false sense of security as nothing happened, but he could feel his body temperature get lower and lower, out of stress he let Eiffel go and froze over falling onto his back. After being released Eiffel skipped a few steps forward nearly tripping into the arms of the stand user woman, but captures himself from doing so. He looks up at the woman, no fully visible. He still wore his open chest sweater and his star spangled leggings. He looked back at the frozen over thug before wiping his cheeks free of the teary moistness.
"T-thank you" he said looking up at the woman "What you just did there, that was a unique ability...I couldn't see it, but for sure that must have been...a stand? I don't have one...but my older sister does" He said, oddly getting right to the point.
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Post by Amelia Sixx on Mar 2, 2017 4:47:58 GMT
Oh. It seemed Amelia had overdone it with slowing his body's molecular kinetic energy. It seemed that it had slowed enough for him to freeze solid. Well. He was definitely dead..but at the same time..if his body was ice, there weren't any fingerprints, and nobody would believe those thugs, and most likely they would get arrested. However, that was just a passing thought for Amelia,as she dusted herself off a bit after removing her hand from the thug, adjusting her hat again, her black and red hair catching the light of the sun as she watched the other person catch themselves. Huh. Judging from the voice, they were male. Well shit, that was something she'd guessed entirely wrong.
And looking over what he was actually wearing now, yeah. He was just a very attractive man. Huh. Well that was certainly new. What was even more new to her is that this person seemed to know what she possessed, in spite of not having one himself. That made her blink rather hard. This was just a kid, judging by the sound of his voice, and his general appearance..how would he know about all of this? Of course, then he gave her the answer: His sister possessed one as well. Ah. That made a bit more sense. She tilted her head a bit as he finished speaking. "Huh. So that would explain why strange things have been rumored to be happening here in Paris. And you would be correct in your assumption of what I just did. Oh, but where are my manners?" She said, seemingly asking herself as she held her hand out, smiling warmly at this rather interesting teenager.
"Firstly, are you okay? Secondly, my name is Amelia, what's yours?" And there it was. Her typical kindness. Honestly, it was strange to see, considering that she had just killed one man, and most likely permanently disfigured four others with her stand. Of course, they were thugs. Not only that, but they were thugs that had attempted to rape two people. She had definitely arrived on time. Still, even as she held her hand out to shake hands with this young man, she was looking around, expecting to see more thugs. She was definitely worried about having to throw her power around. She was very weak physically, so her stand was definitely useful for her, and most people that she needed to help.
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Post by Eiffel Alibi on Mar 2, 2017 22:21:55 GMT
It wasn't as if he had any doubt that the woman had indeed been using a stand, but she confirmed his hypothesis anyway. He let out a sigh, a hand rested on his chest for a moment as he caught himself fully listening to the woman speak, nodding his head in agreement. He found himself in pause for but a moment, opening his eyes he would look to see her hand held out for a handshake, looking to her hand Eiffel would shift to look up at the woman the take her hand into his own.
"Eiffel, my name is Eiffel"
Not immediately letting her hand go he raised an eyebrow. "Wait, you said...strange things in Paris? this has been going on a bit now...my sister was actually born in hers, you aren't from here? your french isn't bad at all" Instead of letting go of her hand, Eiffel shifted to hold her hand with his other facing one of the exits to the alleyway, he thought he should probably lead her on out directly. "We should get out of here, those thugs are probably snitching to someone in their group that does have a stand, if they know what it is..." If she allowed Eiffel to, he would walk with her to the end of the alleyway, on the side he had been walking to begin with, he looked back at her for a moment.
"Peculiar hat you have there Amelia" he said simply, not actually having an opinion on it nor did he want to offend her by assuming it's shape to be that of a witch's hat.
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Post by Amelia Sixx on Mar 8, 2017 23:44:03 GMT
At first, Amelia had been under the impression that this kid she'd just saved was essentially getting hit by shock now, as he was just standing and nodding his head at what she was saying. Of course, that impression was immediately broken when he complimented her french. That actually made her chuckle softly. Yeah, I've been living here in France for a year now..I just saved up enough to move into a little apartment here, instead of living in the small town I was in before." She explained as she allowed this kid to just outright take her hand and start leading her away. He had introduced himself as Eiffel..but something about that name made her think he wasn't being completely honest with her. Who would actually name their child that? Sure, there was the Eiffel tower, which she guessed could work for an inspiration for a name.
Of course, eventually Eiffel brought up that one of the other members of that gang might have a stand. That made her nod a bit, following at a pretty decent pace instead of slowly enough to keep an eye on her surroundings. "I suppose that's a fair point, I'm not exactly the strongest with my stand. It's pretty good, but it has its flaws." She said as she adjusted her hat once again with her free hand, tugging it down a bit more firmly so that it wouldn't adjust with every little gust of wind. Of course, then Eiffel mentioned it, which made her chuckle just a bit. "I know what your thinking. It looks like a stereotypical Witch's hat because it is one. It's part of my family history, something I chose not to abandon, even when I came here." The weird thing about that was, as silly as it sounded, she was technically correct. Many things from her family's history originated from the Salem Witch Trials, where many women within her family were killed because they possessed the power of a stand, which even they weren't really aware of. Of course, that power kept going throughout her family line, and it eventually ended up here, in France. Still, she had a feeling that things were about to get much more complicated for her.
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Post by Eiffel Alibi on Mar 14, 2017 23:24:32 GMT
Eiffel idly listened to Amelia as she spoke and responded. As she spoke he paid attention to how she described her stand, he nodded as he kinda figured every stand might have SOME flaw...although he wasn't too keen on stands as a whole, all he knew was from his sister's perspective, so he himself could probably only hypothesize a stand being involved or maybe even just picking up on bizarre actions, in other words the obvious. Realizing this himself he blinked realizing that he couldn't actually "locate" a stand user if one was after he and Amelia thus he backed up letting go of Amelia's hand. he turned to her when she finished describing her hat and the fact that she was indeed a witch.
"A real witch huh?" he said with a tilt to his head then nodding to her "I'll buy it, stranger things have been said to me..." He turned his full attention to Amelia now, he wasn't even sure where he was going to lead her when he made the move to. "By the way Amelia, it just occured to me I wouldn't be able to see the stand if it was coming after us, and besides, I think if we leave quick enough no one will be any the wiser, with that said I don't know where I planned on leading you to..." he held a hand over his arm and bent forward a bit
"Where did you plan on going before you saved me?"
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Post by Amelia Sixx on Mar 16, 2017 22:09:16 GMT
The inherent problem with attempting to answer Eiffel's question was simple: Amelia herself didn't even know where she was going. She'd been exploring the city, trying to find her way around so she wouldn't get lost quite as easily as she normally did. She gave off a little nervous chuckle after he finished talking. Well..you see...I don't really know where I'm going either. I've just been wandering the city for the day, looking for places to work and whatnot. I..don't quite know where I am right now. She explained, the nervous little smile on her face making it quite obvious that she had indeed just moved here. Still, she was definitely keeping an eye out. It was most likely just her nerves working overtime because she was in an unfamiliar place, but something felt...off. She didn't know what it was, but her stand was definitely on the ready, circling high above the both of them on her broom, ready to strike if needed.
Still though, in spite of how nervous she was, she appeared to be very calm, simply smiling at Eiffel. So, with that in mind, I would suppose you have the choice of where we'd go. She admitted as she ran her hand through the surprisingly long amount of hair that was sticking out from under her hat. Honestly, there wasn't a lot that they could do. They just had to get away before authorities showed up to investigate the sudden ignition of the pavement, and the screaming of the thugs. Honestly, it was a bullshit reason for her to be nervous, considering that they were rather far out in an area that most people didn't go to. Of course, she adjusted her hat once more. Honestly, I don't really care where we go though, as long as we're getting out of here. She said rather simply, keeping part of her mind empty for her stand to be able to speak to her mentally, should it need to.
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