#ramblingstands

T-this was... not a g-good time. An e-entry for later, p-perhaps, will e-explain a bit deeper, but y-you are here f-for stands, not f-for me, so I w-will keep... Unbiased. *She says this with a slight snarl in her tone, obviously out of character for the shy girl* T-the stand is c-called Possum Kingdom and it i-is disgusting s-something t-to behold. I-it’s short r-range, and the u-user is c-contained I believe, s-so I feel no f-fear writing this. T-the power is s-simple, and the s-simplicity is what gives it so m-much p-power. It was a-able to remove m-moisture from anything. B-be it food and d-drink to reduce it t-to a powder, or, i-if the stand can g-grab hold of y-you, b-bodies. It i-is focused on what i-it touches, s-so you can pass w-with just losing an a-arm, if you’re lucky. O-other than removing m-moisture, there is o-one case of t-them i-increasing moisture, but I s-suppose they l-liked a d-drier kill.  Scum. *With that, Camille sat on the floor, and she cried. The transmission ended moments after.*

(( Thank you for 50 followers!)) Vulcan: Well shit, musta been a good performance, nice one kid. <3 Cam: T-thank you!

I... I-I’ve heard r-rumors. R-rumors of a m-mask, and a w-woman who w-wore it. A w-woman with s-soft hands that s-sings her p-poetry and speaks of m-missing those sunsets and a p-park and a g-girl. A w-woman with a s-stand that makes my h-head spin and h-heart ache while m-my eyes w-water. A s-stand with a n-name that t-tumbles off my t-tongue sometimes at n-night when I w-wake from the nightmares. A woman w-with a s-stand that makes me c-curse myself for n-never actually s-seeing the ashes she l-left behind, curse m-myself for not k-knowing anymore if that’s a-all that’s left... I’ve h-heard a lot of r-rumors. H-have you?

I s-suppose H-Halloween will round t-the corner s-soon, take t-this as me g-getting in t-the spirits. *She punctuates this with a small giggle*  T-today’s stand is S-Smashing Pumpkins, a s-simple but e-endlessly creative s-stand of transformation. I-it’s range is o-obviously q-quite short, as it’s m-main ability is to t-transform the user. I s-suppose it’s more l-like a costume? A-a wearable t-type of s-suit. T-this being s-said, the suit h-has no s-set form, i-instead t-transforming into w-what the user w-wills. As f-far as the t-types of c-costumes... T-they take f-form as classic m-monsters and s-such, and g-give the user t-the physical and m-magical abilities of these c-creatures. Be i-it a w-werewolf and it’s f-fangs or a g-gorgon and t-their petrifying g-gaze. T-the w-weakness is q-quite fun, so I w-will be sharing it (w-with their p-permission). T-there is a z-zipper up the b-back of the s-suit, so it w-would be, for a s-sneakier type, q-quite simple to r-remove it. T-that is, if t-they don’t scent you f-first. I b-believe they w-work with Vulcan, a-as well. Q-quite the s-sight on stage. 

R-right, I a-apologize for my a-absence in the l-last entry, and I a-apologize for V-Vulcan being, um, Vulcan.  T-to return to the p-pace of things, t-today I will be t-talking about Blonde Joey, a s-stand that I h-had a few r-run ins with. It’s s-short range, and i-it’s ability is n-not only i-in it’s punches. I-it is a-able, upon touching an o-object, to t-turn it to s-stone, a k-kind similar to c-concrete.  Ah, this i-is... s-similar, huh? I s-suppose t-that makes s-sense. T-the range is 5 m-meters, and t-the trigger i-is it’s punch. T-this only w-works on organic l-life, so the user d-does not use it o-often. They o-occasionally send m-me concrete f-flowers to cheer me u-up, they c-capture the b-beauty in s-such a nice w-way. T-they own a n-nice craft s-shop focusing i-in stone f-flowers and the l-like. T-they’re n-nice, at least.  I k-keep plenty o-of them in my r-rooms. I-if only t-they weren’t r-related. 

Shit is this thing on? Cam, you know I’m a LIVE theatre kinda guy, I don’t know how this shit works, you’re the tech kid. Closest I get are watchin’ the movies. *there is a pause, the blonde man looking off screen, most of his face obscured as he is far too near to the camera* Whatever, if it ain’t on I’ll do it again, you know I love the spotlight. Yeah yeah, I’m on it, hand me the damn script. ... What do you mean you don’t script this shit? Are you serious? ... Kid you’re lucky I love you. ... Right, right. *With this the man steps back, fitting himself into frame with a lazy smile.* Name’s Vulcan Crow, don’t go forgettin’ that now, and I’m here ‘cause our girl Friday over there got so worked up over that last entry. I came runnin’ when she called cause I’m just that sort of guy, I come when the ladies ask, and she has me set up to give some background on this stand I know from back home. ...! Alright kid, hold on a minute, I ain’t showboatin’, just lettin’ them get to know me first. ... Ah you already did an entry on little ol’ me? Well shucks kid, I’m so flattered, you’re gonna make me blush. *Vulcan punctuates this with a laugh, and a yell from off screen sets him back on course.*  Let’s set the stage here. The stand is called Kill The Lights, good buddy of mine is the user, does some shows with me when I need a little extra from the performance. Lot easier using his power than making Crimson and Clover make lights, I ain’t got a clue how that shit works anyway. The basics are it has some sorta, what did he call it, yeah, light manipulation. It can turn lights off, turn em on, make some in thin air, hell he can blind you if he wants. Another part of it is color manipulation, real hit with the kids on the street, turns the red into green into blue into yellow and all that. So I’ll make it pop outta the air like so- *Crimson and Clover makes it’s cameo, a few climbing atop each other and morphing into his wand. It is clear that when the stand transforms it becomes a corporeal object, meaning any audience could see it.* and he starts changing it around, turnin’ wands into sparklers and all that good jazz. Ain’t seen them fight, but I’d like them on my side when it comes to that, I bet that shit can be devastating. They work in my theatre group too, everybody needs a light guy. ... Whaddya mean there’s a time limit! Kid you gotta tell me this sh- *Transmission end*