[ Anonymity is only something afforded for the bad guys in Lucy's experience. They're the ones who keep their powers hidden, sticking to the shadows until the good guys are left wondering why all the townspeople are turning into dinosaurs, why creatures inscribed with the word "cut" are chasing you to cut your legs off, and how the President of the United States disappeared under a chair after you stabbed him in the neck. And Lucy can only see the men, not the words on the creatures or the humaniod spirits hovering around Stand users.
She can also see the dinosaurs everyone can see the fucking dinosaurs goddamn it Diego.
The rules of Stands are strange and incomprehensible so she just nods, thinking how much simpler it would be if there were no embodiments of powers invisible to normal people. Oh how much simpler it would be if everyone turned into giant green rage monsters. ]
So far everything I've heard is... you're the only other one I've met who's familiar with Sta-- er, special powers. People who look normal until they start detaching their arms or things hover around them, and whatnot. It's a little bit of a relief in a weird way? It seems the only people I talk to nowadays are Stand users, I'm not really sure what to do with other "normal" people anymore. [ And she uses airquotes because she's never been normal her life's never been normal. ]
[ She shrugs just slightly at his question, fingers tracing the barrel of her new gun just out of sight of the camera. ]
I found a gun-- well, no, from what I've gathered, I was given a gun by this universe. In a closet.
[ Not that a gun or even killing someone actually protected her. And it wasn't the Stands that were the key factor, it was political power. Having ships and guards and respect at your disposal, she's found, is just as valuable as superhuman abilities. But she bites her lip instead of saying it, glancing away awkwardly. ]
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She can also see the dinosaurs everyone can see the fucking dinosaurs goddamn it Diego.
The rules of Stands are strange and incomprehensible so she just nods, thinking how much simpler it would be if there were no embodiments of powers invisible to normal people. Oh how much simpler it would be if everyone turned into giant green rage monsters. ]
So far everything I've heard is... you're the only other one I've met who's familiar with Sta-- er, special powers. People who look normal until they start detaching their arms or things hover around them, and whatnot. It's a little bit of a relief in a weird way? It seems the only people I talk to nowadays are Stand users, I'm not really sure what to do with other "normal" people anymore. [ And she uses airquotes because she's never been normal her life's never been normal. ]
[ She shrugs just slightly at his question, fingers tracing the barrel of her new gun just out of sight of the camera. ]
I found a gun-- well, no, from what I've gathered, I was given a gun by this universe. In a closet.
[ Not that a gun or even killing someone actually protected her. And it wasn't the Stands that were the key factor, it was political power. Having ships and guards and respect at your disposal, she's found, is just as valuable as superhuman abilities. But she bites her lip instead of saying it, glancing away awkwardly. ]
I've um, I've shot before. So I'm... okay.