[Bruno's surprised to see a change in Chariot's form since it's not often a Stand changes its form in a way that doesn't impact the user, but he puts two and two together as to the purpose of ditching the armor almost immediately. He chuckles softly.]
You're free to think what you want, but I'd advise against counting Sticky Fingers out like that.
[Five bucks to the winner, that's his usual bet, because it's cheap but worth winning-- but of course they don't have that here, do they. And you can't say, oh, a moose carcass to the winner, that's stupid, so--]
Six pack of beer to the winner, yeah? I can't just do this for bragging right.
[Suddenly the air before them blurs-- quite literally blurs, because without his armor Chariot is impossible to track. A streak of silver, that's all he is, blade flashing as he tears into the tree. His precision is a little off, he can't be nearly so exact when he's moving so fast-- but nor is it a sloppy effort. Polnareff watches, a flush on his cheeks-- it's hard, exerting Chariot like this, he doesn't usually make him move so fast because it's tiring-- but he's beyond pleased.
But if Chariot is a force of speed-- and he is, undoubtedly so-- so is Sticky Fingers. When Polnareff manages to tear his gaze away from his Stand, he notes in surprise he's not that much in the lead. Bruno's Stand is more than just quick; he's nearly as fast as Chariot, and suddenly Polnareff wonders if he's going to win at all.
--no, he's definitely going to. It's Silver Chariot-- his claim to fame is speed, and he's not about to be ousted by some Italian punk who thinks too highly of his user. Polnareff grins as his tree falls-- it's just a few seconds ahead of Sticky Fingers, but a few seconds are all he needs.]
[Bruno expected that Chariot would be fast. The Stand was already quite impressive in its speed with its armor still on, but with it off and Polnareff looking to win, Silver Chariot managed to go far beyond Bruno's expectations. He's almost shell-shocked. Sticky Fingers was among the faster Stands in Passione. There really weren't any that could match him even among his team. And yet, here is Chariot...]
[Bruno's attention moves from the Stands to Polnareff again.]
I never had a chance to see what Silver Chariot could do before. He's impressive, Polnareff. [Maybe a comment like that from anybody else might seem underwhelming, but he's impressive encompasses much more than it would appear on the surface when Bruno says it. Bruno's expression is far too open and genuine in his delighted surprise to make a comment like that as a hollow acknowledgement.] He's the first Stand I've ever seen outpace Sticky Fingers.
[He huffs a little laugh, his gaze as proud as any parent's, and tears his gaze away from Chariot long enough to flash Bruno a grin. He's terribly pleased, both by Chariot's performance and Bruno's admiration. Incredible, and it's a good thing Chariot's so busy with his felled tree, because he'd be preening under the admiration otherwise.]
Sticky Fingers is the first I've seen keep up.
[That's not strictly true-- Star is built for speed, and Polnareff hasn't forgotten the Anubis fight, where Star's fists repelled nearly all his thrusts-- but he wants to return the sentiment. Besides, Sticky Fingers is quick-- Polnareff sneaks a glance back over at the Stand, watching as he moves.]
I could have made it a little more difficult for you, but I felt I should play fair.
[Because really, all it would have taken is popping off a fist after getting within a certain distance and that tree would have been history in an instant. But it really would have been cheating and Polnareff would have been uncomfortable with it. So, it's for the best that Bruno held back.]
[Don't ask about the time he unzipped his own heart, Polanreff. You won't sleep for a week. Bruno shakes his head a little.]
You're probably better off asking someone like Kakyoin or even Giorno. Sticky Fingers doesn't have any other abilities than what you've seen, [he says with a small gesture to his Stand, which is in the process of unzipping the tree into even cuts of board,] which means I've had to get creative in using it for fights. You wouldn't like it.
Well, fuck that,, then. I wanted to spar with them, I'd've asked them.
[Meaning: the point is to spend time with Bruno, not necessarily to fight. Still! He appreciates the honesty, and so adds:]
Creative like how?
[Asked as he heads toward Chariot. Grabbing the sheets of wood already trimmed, he begins stacking them, organizing each into easily carried piles. Maybe they'll just store them in the backyard; that seems as good a place as any.]
Well, that depends on whether or not I'm trying to kill them. [That's said about as nonchalantly as one would anticipate the former head of a team of assassins would say it.] That makes a difference as to whether or not I'm trying to completely separate them into pieces or trying to immobilize them, but generally speaking once I know the person's style, I know where to go from there.
So someone like you... [Bruno looks at Chariot briefly with a small hum before he gestures to Polanreff's legs, his gaze moving back to the Stand's user.] I'd go for the legs first. Most of your offense is in your arms, but so is your defense. I take away one of your legs, then it's just a matter of getting to your arms before you can react, but failing that I'd take your head. Provided I didn't want to kill or torture you, once your arms were taken care of, I could reattach it immediately after and you'd be fine, but that would be more than enough to disorient you to make taking your arms easy enough.
Though if I didn't want to go through the trouble of disassembling you, I could just as easily open and close plenty of holes for you to get stuck in regardless of our environment until you couldn't move. I use holes like that to get around faster, too, or even to create an escape if the fight's not going in my favor, or hide when necessary. Of course, I can't stay in the spaces I create forever since I need to breathe, but I can last quite a while so it's still something I can use to my advantage.
[Being a fisherman's son has its advantages, tell you what.]
And I've unzipped parts of my body to avoid hits as well, [he says, gesturing with a small up and down motion in front of his fact to indicate that he's most certainly split his head into two pieces to dodge in the past.]
[Well, he had asked. And while it's initially somewhat disturbing to hear himself so neatly analyzed, it's not as if he hasn't gone through the same thought process with Bruno. He suspects they all of them do it, he and Jotaro and Giorno and Kakyoin-- it's reflex, at this point. They've faced too many enemies-- hell, they've fought one another often enough-- not to.
So Polnareff's expression is thoughtful as he hears all that. It's an intriguing Stand, no doubt about it, and he glances up at Sticky Fingers.]
Huh. Is there any limit to how long one bit of somebody can be detached, or's there a time limit?
The body still needs blood and oxygen to survive, so it's about the same as a limb that's been severed through more traditional means. [So, there's definitely a time limit before whatever's been detached will simply die or be impossible to reattach.] Granted, a head doesn't need to be attached to a neck talk or anything like that. The brain will just eventually shut down and die if it's left unattached for too long.
That's a hell of an ability for someone in your position to have.
[He can well imagine, even outside of a fight, how useful that might be. Bruno had teased about knowing how to get information out of him, but suddenly Polnareff wonders how much of a joke that really was.]
Hey. Can you zip a space for us to carry all this back home?
[. . . oh. Oh. He actually pulls a face, because he really doesn't like that thought, but at the same time, he doesn't want to lug it all back in multiple trips . . .]
What-- what exactly happens if it goes in me? Do I feel it?
[Bruno's eyebrows raise in surprise. He'd have thought Polnareff would have backed off it immediately regardless of who it'd be suggested carry the wood.]
I don't exactly make it a habit to store things inside people, but you wouldn't feel a difference.
[Laziness versus a healthy fear of having several stacks of boards shoved into him. No, it's a hard debate, no doubt-- but the house is a bit too far, and he really doesn't want to get all gross and sweaty carrying shit back and forth, so--]
I trust you.
[Odd, really, how easily and honestly he says that, given how much he'd hesitated before. But it's the truth, and he doesn't linger on it.]
[Bruno almost asks him if he's sure, but the Polnareff puts in the request that Bruno make it quick and the question seems utterly moot at that point. So, Bruno has Sticky Fingers begin gathering the stacks of lumber, using zippers to temporarily shorten the length of much of it.]
You can close your eyes. [A pause before he adds.] If that would be more comfortable.
[He hums softly, not quite committing one way or another. For now, he simply watches Sticky Fingers, half in dread and half in interest. Polnareff shifts his weight, fingers curling aimlessly at his sides.]
Where? I mean-- just in my torso, is that-- is that how it works?
[Bruno sees the curling of Polnareff's fingers at his side out of the corner of his eye. If the halting way Polnareff is speaking now wasn't already a solid indication of anxiety, that certainly was. Bruno comes close to saying that he doesn't have to do this if he's really that uncomfortable with it. Bruno certainly wouldn't see any fault in it. Everyone went through their own varying degrees of discomfort with the Stand until they got use to him. But a comment like that could be seen as patronizing or insulting, so Bruno doesn't say any of it. He trusts that if this is something Polnareff really doesn't want to do, he'll say so in the end.]
[Bruno folds his arms loosely and once Sticky Fingers has loaded itself with as much as it can carry at once, it drifts over to Bruno.]
[All right. That's-- okay. He has to just stop thinking about it, right? Don't think about the fact that several lengths of wood are about to go in your chest, near your heart and lungs, near a lot of vital organs that you absolutely need. Think of it as . . . as a pocket. A chest-pocket. Except it's not in fabric, it's in your skin, and it's in your skin, and eurgh--
But he doesn't say anything. He could, and he thinks he knows Bruno well enough to say he wouldn't be mocked for balking-- but there's a stubborn part of him that wants to see this through. There are reasons for that, beyond sheer stubbornness, but that's for later examination.]
[Bruno still leaves a wide enough window that Polnareff could turn this around immediately. Sticky Fingers moves across the short distance between Polnareff and Bruno, but makes no motion to create a zipper until Bruno is within reach of Polnareff. Truthfully, Bruno doesn't know whether it will help or make it worse, but he raises his hand and Sticky Finger does the same, the Stand's hand disappears into Bruno's by the time either one of them make contact with Polnareff. He thinks it might help that it seems to be Bruno rather than Sticky Fingers creating the zipper even if it's only in a brief touch. In barely a fraction of a second where Bruno's fingertips touch, a slider appears in Bruno's hand.]
[When it comes to his zippers, Bruno is often quick to pull them open, but not right now. He's a little more careful and delicate in the way he pulls the slider along the chain of teeth, Sticky Fingers taking back its hand from Bruno's along the way. He's even more careful when he pulls the flap he's created back — he didn't mention it, but there is a chance for tearing if he's not careful with that part — as although the zipper itself results in no feeling, but the movement of skin could still very well have a strange sensation like being under a local anesthesia.]
[Sticky Fingers moves closer to start putting the wood in, but stops short as Bruno looks up at Polnareff.]
[He just doesn't look down into it. That would be a mistake. Because whatever he sees-- if it's blackness or his guts or what-- he's not gonna like. So best to just keep staring at Bruno, analyzing him really hard, than to think there's a hollow space within his chest. If he thinks about it-- and he's not, focusing all his attention and energy on memorizing the kind of barrettes Bruno uses in his hair-- he can feel things shifting along his chest, skin and muscle, painless but most definitely there.
It helps, actually, that it was Bruno and not Sticky Fingers who did it. He's not stupid, he knows who it really was-- but it was a far sight easier to have Bruno's fingers pressing against him than Sticky Fingers.
God, the things he'll do for laziness. Actually-- and he finally exhales-- now that nothing is happening, it isn't so bad. He's still definitely not looking down, but-- just standing here, with that in him, isn't the worst thing in the world. It's better than it had been when they were stuck together.
[Bruno nods and wordlessly moves a little aside for Sticky Fingers to start loading Polnareff up. He glances at Polnareff thinking that maybe he should make light conversation of some sort to serve as a distraction, but nothing particularly comes to mind to say, so he remains silent. Once Sticky Fingers has unloaded its arms, Bruno moves to press the flap closed for the moment while his Stand gathers up the remaining pieces of wood. It's only once Sticky Fingers is back with the rest of the wood that Bruno steps out of his Stand's way and pulls back the flap. Just as before, Sticky Fingers is quick and efficient in stacking the wood. When the task is complete, Bruno calls Sticky Fingers back, the Stand disappearing as it meets with Bruno.]
[This time, Bruno is a little more expedient with the zipper and seals the hole back up. When he lets go of the slider, both it and the track of teeth disappear as though they never were.]
All done, mio amico.
[At least for now. The boards will obviously have to come out.]
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You're free to think what you want, but I'd advise against counting Sticky Fingers out like that.
[He tips his head a little to one side.]
The count of three then?
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[Five bucks to the winner, that's his usual bet, because it's cheap but worth winning-- but of course they don't have that here, do they. And you can't say, oh, a moose carcass to the winner, that's stupid, so--]
Six pack of beer to the winner, yeah? I can't just do this for bragging right.
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Alright, six pack to the winner. Ready?
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One-- two-- three!
[Suddenly the air before them blurs-- quite literally blurs, because without his armor Chariot is impossible to track. A streak of silver, that's all he is, blade flashing as he tears into the tree. His precision is a little off, he can't be nearly so exact when he's moving so fast-- but nor is it a sloppy effort. Polnareff watches, a flush on his cheeks-- it's hard, exerting Chariot like this, he doesn't usually make him move so fast because it's tiring-- but he's beyond pleased.
But if Chariot is a force of speed-- and he is, undoubtedly so-- so is Sticky Fingers. When Polnareff manages to tear his gaze away from his Stand, he notes in surprise he's not that much in the lead. Bruno's Stand is more than just quick; he's nearly as fast as Chariot, and suddenly Polnareff wonders if he's going to win at all.
--no, he's definitely going to. It's Silver Chariot-- his claim to fame is speed, and he's not about to be ousted by some Italian punk who thinks too highly of his user. Polnareff grins as his tree falls-- it's just a few seconds ahead of Sticky Fingers, but a few seconds are all he needs.]
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[Bruno expected that Chariot would be fast. The Stand was already quite impressive in its speed with its armor still on, but with it off and Polnareff looking to win, Silver Chariot managed to go far beyond Bruno's expectations. He's almost shell-shocked. Sticky Fingers was among the faster Stands in Passione. There really weren't any that could match him even among his team. And yet, here is Chariot...]
[Bruno's attention moves from the Stands to Polnareff again.]
I never had a chance to see what Silver Chariot could do before. He's impressive, Polnareff. [Maybe a comment like that from anybody else might seem underwhelming, but he's impressive encompasses much more than it would appear on the surface when Bruno says it. Bruno's expression is far too open and genuine in his delighted surprise to make a comment like that as a hollow acknowledgement.] He's the first Stand I've ever seen outpace Sticky Fingers.
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Sticky Fingers is the first I've seen keep up.
[That's not strictly true-- Star is built for speed, and Polnareff hasn't forgotten the Anubis fight, where Star's fists repelled nearly all his thrusts-- but he wants to return the sentiment. Besides, Sticky Fingers is quick-- Polnareff sneaks a glance back over at the Stand, watching as he moves.]
I thought it'd be an easy win.
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I could have made it a little more difficult for you, but I felt I should play fair.
[Because really, all it would have taken is popping off a fist after getting within a certain distance and that tree would have been history in an instant. But it really would have been cheating and Polnareff would have been uncomfortable with it. So, it's for the best that Bruno held back.]
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[Because while he loves fighting, he'll forgo a match in favor of keeping himself together.]
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Or myself, depending on the circumstance.
[Don't ask about the time he unzipped his own heart, Polanreff. You won't sleep for a week. Bruno shakes his head a little.]
You're probably better off asking someone like Kakyoin or even Giorno. Sticky Fingers doesn't have any other abilities than what you've seen, [he says with a small gesture to his Stand, which is in the process of unzipping the tree into even cuts of board,] which means I've had to get creative in using it for fights. You wouldn't like it.
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Well, fuck that,, then. I wanted to spar with them, I'd've asked them.
[Meaning: the point is to spend time with Bruno, not necessarily to fight. Still! He appreciates the honesty, and so adds:]
Creative like how?
[Asked as he heads toward Chariot. Grabbing the sheets of wood already trimmed, he begins stacking them, organizing each into easily carried piles. Maybe they'll just store them in the backyard; that seems as good a place as any.]
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So someone like you... [Bruno looks at Chariot briefly with a small hum before he gestures to Polanreff's legs, his gaze moving back to the Stand's user.] I'd go for the legs first. Most of your offense is in your arms, but so is your defense. I take away one of your legs, then it's just a matter of getting to your arms before you can react, but failing that I'd take your head. Provided I didn't want to kill or torture you, once your arms were taken care of, I could reattach it immediately after and you'd be fine, but that would be more than enough to disorient you to make taking your arms easy enough.
Though if I didn't want to go through the trouble of disassembling you, I could just as easily open and close plenty of holes for you to get stuck in regardless of our environment until you couldn't move. I use holes like that to get around faster, too, or even to create an escape if the fight's not going in my favor, or hide when necessary. Of course, I can't stay in the spaces I create forever since I need to breathe, but I can last quite a while so it's still something I can use to my advantage.
[Being a fisherman's son has its advantages, tell you what.]
And I've unzipped parts of my body to avoid hits as well, [he says, gesturing with a small up and down motion in front of his fact to indicate that he's most certainly split his head into two pieces to dodge in the past.]
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So Polnareff's expression is thoughtful as he hears all that. It's an intriguing Stand, no doubt about it, and he glances up at Sticky Fingers.]
Huh. Is there any limit to how long one bit of somebody can be detached, or's there a time limit?
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That's a hell of an ability for someone in your position to have.
[He can well imagine, even outside of a fight, how useful that might be. Bruno had teased about knowing how to get information out of him, but suddenly Polnareff wonders how much of a joke that really was.]
Hey. Can you zip a space for us to carry all this back home?
[Hopefully not in him.]
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Polnareff, of the two of us, who do you think I could fit more into?
[Sorry, buddy. There's no avoiding lugging the wood back otherwise.]
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What-- what exactly happens if it goes in me? Do I feel it?
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I don't exactly make it a habit to store things inside people, but you wouldn't feel a difference.
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I trust you.
[Odd, really, how easily and honestly he says that, given how much he'd hesitated before. But it's the truth, and he doesn't linger on it.]
Just don't-- just make it quick, yeah?
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You can close your eyes. [A pause before he adds.] If that would be more comfortable.
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[He hums softly, not quite committing one way or another. For now, he simply watches Sticky Fingers, half in dread and half in interest. Polnareff shifts his weight, fingers curling aimlessly at his sides.]
Where? I mean-- just in my torso, is that-- is that how it works?
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[Bruno folds his arms loosely and once Sticky Fingers has loaded itself with as much as it can carry at once, it drifts over to Bruno.]
That's the easiest, yes.
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But he doesn't say anything. He could, and he thinks he knows Bruno well enough to say he wouldn't be mocked for balking-- but there's a stubborn part of him that wants to see this through. There are reasons for that, beyond sheer stubbornness, but that's for later examination.]
All right.
[He cocks his head, arms at his side.]
Go on.
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[When it comes to his zippers, Bruno is often quick to pull them open, but not right now. He's a little more careful and delicate in the way he pulls the slider along the chain of teeth, Sticky Fingers taking back its hand from Bruno's along the way. He's even more careful when he pulls the flap he's created back — he didn't mention it, but there is a chance for tearing if he's not careful with that part — as although the zipper itself results in no feeling, but the movement of skin could still very well have a strange sensation like being under a local anesthesia.]
[Sticky Fingers moves closer to start putting the wood in, but stops short as Bruno looks up at Polnareff.]
Are you doing alright?
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[He just doesn't look down into it. That would be a mistake. Because whatever he sees-- if it's blackness or his guts or what-- he's not gonna like. So best to just keep staring at Bruno, analyzing him really hard, than to think there's a hollow space within his chest. If he thinks about it-- and he's not, focusing all his attention and energy on memorizing the kind of barrettes Bruno uses in his hair-- he can feel things shifting along his chest, skin and muscle, painless but most definitely there.
It helps, actually, that it was Bruno and not Sticky Fingers who did it. He's not stupid, he knows who it really was-- but it was a far sight easier to have Bruno's fingers pressing against him than Sticky Fingers.
God, the things he'll do for laziness. Actually-- and he finally exhales-- now that nothing is happening, it isn't so bad. He's still definitely not looking down, but-- just standing here, with that in him, isn't the worst thing in the world. It's better than it had been when they were stuck together.
He jerks his head, a go on kind of gesture.]
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[This time, Bruno is a little more expedient with the zipper and seals the hole back up. When he lets go of the slider, both it and the track of teeth disappear as though they never were.]
All done, mio amico.
[At least for now. The boards will obviously have to come out.]
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