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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Erich Rammstein, stand user and NatSoc.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking at you though, sitting in a quiet cafe casually enjoying a quick lunch, only one of those things would be obvious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And judging by the sheer volume of stares you&quot;re currently receiving, you assume it to be the Schutzstaffel insignia brazenly displayed on your current attire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That, or Italy had a significant number of stand users.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let out an annoyed sigh at the thought, and take an idle bite of your pastry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You really hope it&quot;s not the latter. You came to Italy, and to Rome in particular, to get away from bizarre occurrences plaguing you as of late.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, that wasn&quot;t the only reason.</span><br /><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pH-VfKx4RGQ<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though you were several years younger than them, you were spending more and more time with Geno Zeppeli and Josuke Higashikata, due to how quickly your sister and their daughters were becoming friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Talking to them, your situation was reversed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They both knew you were a fellow stand user, and you kept your political beliefs to yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that the topic of conversation didn&quot;t swing that way with the discussion of your encounter with Aryanne Hoofler and her sister.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;To think, a compound of Nazi&quot;s just outside of town.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Geno&quot;s chuckle was almost loud enough to drown out the ruckus the girls were making outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Still, wouldn&quot;t be the first time the Zeppeli&quot;s have had a run in with them.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Josuke nods his head in agreement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My old man once told me about the time he was in Rome in the &quot;30&quot;s and had to deal with them.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That&quot;s funny, my father told me how his brother had dealings with the Nazis in Rome at the same time, along with an englishman named Joseph-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;-JOESTAR?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And that wasn&quot;t the weirdest part, both Geno&quot;s uncle, Caesar Zeppeli and Josuke&quot;s father were allies with Rudol von Stroheim himself!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While you wanted to be your own man, it was hard not to still admire the stories about Stroheim your father filled your head with when you were young.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So when Geno and Josuke elected to take a trip to Italy to discover more about this shared family history, you decided to tag along.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You used the excuse (on both them and your dear mutter) that Angel would feel left out with both her friends going on a trip together, and managed tag along.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You, your mother and Angel went to Rome with her friends, while their fathers went to Venice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They said they&quot;d meet all of you back here in a couple of days.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which gave you time, while your mother had her hands full with three energetic girls, to do your own searching into a previously hidden SS operation right here in the heart of Rome.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If not for the almost burning coffee in your mug the thought would have sent shivers down your spine.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Speaking of which, you finish the last of your drink with one solid swig and stand to leave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You leave a few euro&quot;s on the table, spiting all those giving you a cold look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your manner of dress may cause offence, but you&quot;re hardly the most oddly dressed man in the cafe, and if anything the least flamboyant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see one gentleman have the audacity to stare at you while wearing an outfit adorned with pen nibs, and wearing a ludicrous headband.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it&quot;s no matter, and you forget the cafe and it&quot;s patrons the instant you step out into the shining mediterranean sun. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While The F&quot;hrer (among others) may have vehemently purported aryan&quot;s as the &quot;master race&quot;, looking around you see little reason why the mediterraneans shouldn&quot;t at least share some of the fame.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you meander along the river Tiber, you spot a new ancient landmark or monument every other step, grand even in their age.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As comfortable (and in your opinion, fashionable) as your outfit is, you choose to take a quick break from the baking sun and step into The Basilica of Saint Mary in Cosmedin for some respite.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite it&quot;s status (you only remember what it is because the tourist pamphlet mentioned it as a major destination) the church is oddly quiet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that you&quot;re complaining. Less tourists means less people to gawk at your outfit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your gaze catches on the immense face sitting against the wall to one side, and you try to recall its name from the tourist pamphlet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a moment it comes to you; the Bocca della Verit&quot;, or Mouth of Truth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you approach, you notice the crude scratchings placed between it&quot;s lip and its nose, like some sort of moustache.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Upon closer inspection the scratches resolve themselves into a shape like a capital Y with an added line in the middle, and you recognize it as Armanen rune, just like the one on your cap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While the diagonal Siegrune on your clothing symbolises victory, the shape before you, the Lebensrune, means life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On a whim, you recall the story about the Bocca della Verit&quot; and tentatively place your hand in its mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seeing the Lebensrune once again, your fingers almost instinctively form themselves into its shape, and to your surprise find three recesses that they quickly sink into with a soft click.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel the stone shift, and are suddenly blinded by an incredibly harsh light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fingers release from the contraption, and you feel yourself pushed backwards, slamming into the opposite wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your vision swims, and as you recompose yourself you hear footsteps and are vaguely aware of a figure crouching next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Signore, stai bene?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wave the man off and stand before stumbling back outside, blinking away the harsh sunrise.</span><br />&quot;Was zur H&quot;lle?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blink away the last of the spots clouding your vision and take another look at the horizon and confirm that the sun is indeed rising.</span><br />&quot;Scheisse&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did you seriously just get knocked out for half a day by a weird stone face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull out your phone to call your mother then swear as, despite being in the middle of Rome, it gives you no signal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slip the phone back into your pocket and turn to head to your hotel only to run straight into someone.</span><br />&quot;Gah! Aufpassen, Idiot!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a step back, and as you take stock of the man&quot;s (and you use that term lightly, he looks your age, if not a little younger) appearance you bite back a scoff.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He wears some sort of suit with distinctive ladybugs placed either side of his bared chest and above his crotch, and has his blond hair done up in a style that looks like he stuck three donuts to his forehead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His companion is just as strange, with a sweater that terminates just above his midriff, tigerstripe pants and a full head cap with an arrow that makes him look like the avatar.</span><br />&quot;I know it&quot;s <span class="nu0">2016</span>, but Dr. Frank N. Furter called, he wants his wardrobe back.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both of them give you a perplexed expression as you push past them, and you don&quot;t even turn around as one of them yells; &quot;What are you talking about?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Rocky Horror, it&quot;s a film I&quot;m sure is right up your alley.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It&quot;s 2001, not 2016.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop dead in your tracks, and turn on your heel to face the pair.</span><br />&quot;Verpiss Dich. I know what year it is.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whatever, just because you don&quot;t know the year doesn't give you a reason to walk into the boss like that and then go walkin&quot; away without a word.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Look I don&quot;t care what sort of master servant fetish thing you two have going on but I have places to be.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to leave the pair, only to be stopped in your tracks by the sound of a gun&quot;s hammer cocking and the barked command of: &quot;Hey! Stop right there!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance, and open your eyes to see the blond&quot;s companion pointing a revolver at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You got some nerve talking to me and the boss like that. Not to mention going around in that getup.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Boss of what? &quot;Italy&quot;s Gayest Fashions&quot;?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Passione.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at the blond one now that he&quot;s finally decided to talk.</span><br />&quot;What is that, a gay club?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Passione is the largest gang in Italy, and I am it&quot;s boss; Giorno Giovanna.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Gang? As in mafia?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You could say so, yes. And as it&quot;s boss I can&quot;t have neo-nazi&quot;s disrespecting me in the streets.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh, and adjust your cap.</span><br />&quot;I don&quot;t have time for this.&#160;????????!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The early morning sun gives you enough shadow to manifest a tendrel, with the intent to slap the two away then make a break for it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But to your surprise, they both dodge, Giorno&quot;s companion diving to the side and immediately bringing his gun to bear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;?????????????.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He depresses the trigger, only for the gun to make a quiet click, it&quot;s hammer striking the shadow you&quot;ve solidified inside the weapon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swear you almost hear the gun make a disappointed &quot;huh?&quot; before you use a shadow tentacle to slam him to the side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right into the road.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While he did try to shoot you, you can&quot;t help but curse your thoughtless attack as you watch his body strike the hood of a car and bounce off, causing traffic to come to a screeching, honking stop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;MISTA!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Giorno leaps to his feet, running into the road and disappearing behind the tangle of cars.</span><br />&quot;Hurensohn&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You elect to take this moment to vacate the area.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Concentrating on the nearby shadows, you find yourself standing on a nearby roof, enveloped in the shadow of the steeple set against the sun.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You barely have time to relax however as Giorno rises into view, riding a tree that literally grows before your eyes.</span><br />&quot;Scheiss. Why is it always plants.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who are you? Not one of Diavolo's assassins I take it, else you would have attacked us immediately.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The blond mob boss steps off the tree onto the roof, and takes a step toward you, staying in the light of the rising sun.</span><br />&quot;My name&quot;s Erich Rammstein. I&quot;m a&quot; tourist.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A tourist on the trail of a secret SS operation involving the relatives of your sister&quot;s friends fathers, but that&quot;s beside the point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well then I&quot;m sorry, Signor Rammstein, but I&quot;m cutting your holiday short.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You think you can beat me, kid?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course, I&quot;ve seen and defeated a stand that utilizes shadow like yours before, and time is on my side.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He points to the sun, still slowly climbing in the sky.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pretty soon you won&quot;t have any shadows to use.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh I&quot;ll be able to take you down long before that&quot;s a problem.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You twist the shadows around you into a wolf (just one, you don&quot;t want to be too flashy after all) and grin at Giorno.</span><br />&quot;And besides, you&quot;re the one that wants to fight. It&quot;s true that my&#160;???????? will be less effective once the sun fully rises, but can you wait that long?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Giorno&quot;s determined expression is all the answer you need.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The blond haired boy strides forward, and the moment he crosses the threshold into your shadow you construct strikes, leaping straight for his throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;???????????????????!&quot;</span><br /><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0qI62olmuQ<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead of going for your construct, his stand surprises you by swinging at the roof tiles at Giorno&quot;s feet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't matter though, as it leaves him wide open for&#160;???????? to attack him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The shadow construct all but has its jaws around his throat when it&quot;s tackled to the side by a snarling ball of fur.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your shadow construct rights itself and circles the smaller, snarling creature which you recognise as a wolverine.</span><br />&quot;Oh, so you can do more than plants huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite its ferocity, the wolverine is no match for your shadow constructs, and you effortlessly bind its legs so that the wolf can bite it in half.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As soon as its jaws clamp down you cry out in surprise as pain blossoms in your own midsection, and for some reason you feel the sharp teeth of you shadow wolf tearing into your own skin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dispel your shadow construct, and the bulk of the pain evaporates at the same time as it does, and you cast a glare at Giorno.</span><br />&quot;Schluss mit lustig!&#160;????????!&quot; &quot;Ok, playtime&quot;s over!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The shadows resolve themselves into a file of Wehrmacht soldiers with guns at the ready.</span><br />&quot;Feuer!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Soundlessly your constructs open fire, and Giorno&quot;s stand swipes at the roof in front of him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tiles erupt into greenery, and in a moment there&quot;s an impressive wall of vines between the two of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luckily, you guessed that he would defend himself somehow, and not wanting to confirm your theory that his constructs reflect their damage back their attacker, you had your soldiers open fire not at him, but at the roof itself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tiles disappear under a hail of faux-gunfire, and after the moments the soldiers stop so you can survey the damage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re only given scant seconds to admire the newly formed hole in the roof before Giorno vaults the plant barrier, his stand delivering a solid kick to the nearest shadow Wehrmacht&quot;s face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While their tight formation made for an effective firing line, Giorno&quot;s proximity now works to his advantage as he quickly dispatches the constructs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In desperation one of them pulls out a shadowy Stielhandgranate and slams it at Giorno&quot;s feet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead of an explosion, the faux-grenade&quot;s detonation creates a thin blanket of thicker shadow beneath the blond&quot;s feet, and unbeknownst to him several tendrils of shadow pierced through the roof into the attic below, anchoring themselves before beginning to pull downwards. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The weakened roof doesn't stand a chance, and it&quot;s pulled downwards along with Giorno and the few remaining Wehrmacht.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know they won&quot;t stop him for long, and you fade back into the shadows, emerging back below in a shaded alley.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you once again become corporal, you hear the crunch of paper under your jackboots and look down to see a discarded newspaper strewn across the alley you decided to come back into reality in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though it&quot;s all in italian and illegible to you, one thing does stand out, just below the title.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The date; 2001.</span><br />&quot;Verdammt. He was telling the truth.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You mull over this new information. Not only are you trapped in the past, but you have a very pissed off stand user after you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While you could probably take him, there&quot;s always a chance he might come out on top, after all this is his home turf.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Speaking of which.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up, hearing footsteps and see Giorno crossing the space between the building you were on and the one you&quot;re currently hiding at the base of by growing the tiles into a branch to form a makeshift walkway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch as he passes to the next rooftop, and out of your sight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a heavy sigh of relief, you resume your consideration of the situation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sticking your hand in the Bocca della Verit&quot; sent you back in time&quot; maybe it can send you forward to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least you hope so, you don&quot;t even want to think about being trapped, unable to be with your mother and sister (who, when you think about it, isn&quot;t even born yet) again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your goal firmly in mind, you take one last look around and sprint across the street, headed back towards the Basilica of Saint Mary.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A shrill bird call is all the warning you get before you feel a pair of talons rake across the back of your neck, staggering you and causing you to crash into an artist&quot;s easel.</span><br />&quot;Arschficker!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn your head and spot Giorno above you, running along another branch in your direction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Using the shadow cast by the branch, you create a tendrel and, steeling yourself, lash out at the branch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The impact hits you like a hammer to the guts, but the branch shakes, taking Giorno by surprise and throwing him into the air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As he falls, you watch him throw his arm out towards the branch, and smirk as you see him come up short.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That smirk immediately vacates your face as you notice small chunks of what you guess are roof tile flying from his outstretched hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;???????????????????!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tile chunks form into vines, giving Giorno an impromptu rope to safely swing down to the street with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You conjure up more constructs. Wolves, Wehrmacht, anything that&quot;ll buy you time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You practically throw yourself through the entrance of the Basilica, and throw up a wall of shadow to cover the entrance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop, confident that your barricade will grant you a brief enough respite to allow you to recover from the effort of making all the constructs that you have.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk over to the Bocca della Verit&quot; and kneel, trying to discern how the stone mouth sent you into the past.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, you're struck by sunlight. Not from above, but from the side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to see the wall peeling away as it erupts in greenery, becoming a tangle of vines and wildflowers surrounding the ever widening gap in the center.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Giorno steps through, his stand at the ready.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You said you could defeat easily, but you let your shadows do all the work while you run. That tells me that despite your confidence and bluster&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Giorno stops, sunlight streaming past him as he leans back slightly, places both hands on his hips and lets his stand move in front of him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You will be the loser of this fight.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh? Why&quot;s that, arschloch?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Because your WILL to fight is outweighed by my own!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hmm. You&quot;re right. I don&quot;t particularly feel like fighting you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let your words hang in the air for a moment, just to make him think he has the advantage, before you continue.</span><br />&quot;Because I&quot;ve already won!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You strike your hand forward into the Mouth of Truth, and form the Lebensrune with your fingers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The digits sink into the same depressions they did before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The same click echos through the air, and relief floods your body as you brace yourself for the same bright light as before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only this time the face swings upwards, revealing stairs leading downwards into inky darkness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cast your gaze upwards at the inverted face as your mind wonders what went wrong, what changed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes wander to the Lebensrune but, inverted as it is it now takes on a different meaning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Todesrune; Death.</span><br />&quot;Mutterficker.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don&quot;t see the punch, you barely even feel it, but the next moment you find yourself flying down the stairs into the darkness</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You land unceremoniously but leap to your feet a moment later, your body feeling re-invigorated and energized.</span><br />&quot;Impossible&quot; diese macht.&quot; &quot;... this power.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The power flowing through you from Giorno&quot;s punch fills you with confidence, and you grin as you turn to see him approaching you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His movements seem sluggish, as if he&quot;s underwater, and you scoff as his stand throws a punch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dodge the fist, and lunge forward, intent to punch him straight in the gut.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only to go straight through him. Not just your fist, but all of you.</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn, and nearly falter as you see yourself, slowly standing up even as Giorno&quot;s punch flies towards you face.</span><br />&quot;????????!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You call upon the numerous shadows to try and defend yourself, only nothing happens.</span><br />&quot;What is this? An illusion? A trick? What did you do to me, scheisskopf!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your questions fall on deaf ears and you watch as Giorno&quot;s stand&quot;s fist connects with your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pain blossoms on your cheek and with your enhanced perception of time each second of pain stretches out forever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch as your body slowly reacts to the blow, your expression contorting to reflect the pain you&quot;re feeling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A new pain erupts in your mouth as you feel the impact send cracks through your teeth, and you have a front row seat as they slowly break and fly out of your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like a whip time snaps back to it&quot;s normal pace, and you go sprawling as the taste of copper fills your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My&#160;??????????????????? embues objects with life where there wasn&quot;t any before, but when an already living being recieves it, their body can&quot;t keep up with their conciousness.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You plant your hands in the ground to push yourself to your feet, only for your right hand to close around something metallic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A quick glance confirms your suspicion, it&quot;s a gun. Not just any gun either; a WW2 era Maschinenpistole (or MP) 40, the same weapon you equip your shadow Wehrmacht with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only this one is very real, if the cool metal beneath your fingers is any indication, and in remarkable condition.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A flurry of thoughts rack your mind; while you&quot;re an adept stand user and fighter, you&quot;ve never fired a gun at another person.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But, Giorno isn&quot;t holding back, and if he pummels you here there&quot;s no telling if you&quot;ll be able to get back to your own time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That&quot;s all the reason you need.</span><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyxOXjZHl9U<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You whip the gun to bear on Giorno and pray the aging weapon works as you pull the trigger.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unlike your shadow soldiers, a real hammer igniting real gunpowder creates a real loud noise, and though you&quot;re familiar enough with guns to know this on some level it still comes as a surprise to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though you&quot;re out of it&quot;s range, Giorno&quot;s stand launches into a barrage of punches to counteract your gunfire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After what seems like an eternity you release the trigger, leaving an angry buzzing sound in your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound persists, and after a moment you realize its source.</span><br />&quot;Bees?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;In desperation you fling the gun at Giorno only for his stand to uppercut it, sending it tumbling over him, sprouting flowers as it transforms into some sort of plant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But not quickly enough to stop&#160;???????? from depressing the trigger, firing the last round.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The gunshot causes you to flinch, closing your eyes, and when you reopen them you&quot;re alone in the darkness with your own heavy breathing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A buzz from you pocket causes your hands to shoot to your phone, and despite your subterranean location it shows a full signal bar and a single message from your mother, wondering where you are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A nervous chuckle escapes your lips, turning into a relieved laugh that continues until your sides hurt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a step forward to head towards the exit, only to stop as your suddenly blinded.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a moment you fear you&quot;ve fallen though time again, but as you vision adjusts you see you&quot;re still underground, facing a giant spotlight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don&quot;t know why the nazi&quot;s left these down here, but there&quot;s a certain irony to think that they&quot;ll help me defeat you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More spotlights blink on, surrounding you on all sides and you try as you might to feel out any patch of shadow with&#160;????????, there is none.</span><br />&quot;Nein, es kann nicht sein...&quot; &quot;No, it can&quot;t be&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You still owe me an apology Signor Rammstein.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What? Scheisse I&quot;m sorry I called a schwuchtl.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see Giorno step into view and stiffen in surprise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though it makes sense you didn&quot;t expect him to look like he does.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Namely, older, with longer hair (though it retains its weird donut shape at the front) and a darker suit with odd, almost floral patterns on the extremities.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You have to apologize injuring my friend, Mista, and for this;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a shrug of his arms Giorno slips his suit&quot;s collar down, he twists his body to reveal his shoulder and the star shaped birthmark placed on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And more specifically, the ragged scar running the length of the birthmark itself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It was an impressive tactic, using your stand to fire the gun, but you need to work on your aim.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I don&quot;t intend to have come this far, only to falter at the final hurdle, scheisskopf.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I guess not. Tell me,&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Giorno fixes his suit, and starts circling you, forcing you to turn to keep him in view.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;All those years ago, I ripped through an innumerable number of your shadow creatures, but you took no damage.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Which means you&quot;ve hidden your true stand away, so, I&quot;ll ask you this once, just once.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Giorno stops, as you start to move toward him, then turns and walks straight towards you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bring out your stand, Erich Rammstein!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you close until you&quot;re close enough to see the whites of his eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;???????????????????!&quot;</span><br />&quot;????????!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It pains you, but a quick swipe from under your clothes severs your jacket in two, and with a deft flick of your arms you throw each half to either side of you and Giorno.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The small patch of shadow created by your jacket&quot;s halves, and you and Giorno being so close is enough to manifest your stand, just in time to retaliate to the flurry of blows from Giorno&quot;s.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA!&quot;</span><br />&quot;AUFAUFAUFAUFAUFAUFAUFAUFAUF!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Blood erupts from your fists as your stands trade blows, but you fight through the pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA!&quot;</span><br />&quot;AUFAUFAUFAUFAUFAUFAUFAUFAUF!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel like you have a slight edge, power wise, but you have scant few seconds before your jacket halves stop providing the shadow you need.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA!&quot;</span><br />&quot;AUFAUFAUFAUFAUFAUFAUFAUFAUF!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel an impact to you shin, and look down to realize that Giorno had swept your legs with his own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swear, but it doesn't do you any good as you feel gravity assert itself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;???????? continues to block blows, but as you fall light washes over it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Giorno&quot;s&#160;??????????????????? swings, it&quot;s fist passing through your stand right as it disipates.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that it does you any good as it continues its arc and connects with your chest.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aaaand, stop.&quot;</span><br />https://youtu.be/ko9gP3X7CHw<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A man steps out from behind on of the pillars dotting the room and strides to the center of the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmmm.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Producing a fountain pen and a sheet of paper, the man sets about at astonishing speed reproducing the scene before him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After moments, the page is complete and the man stands, satisfied.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;???????&quot;???????????????????.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The man takes his pen and writes one thing before turning around and leaving;</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />???????????????<br />??????????????<br />????????????????</div></div>




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