Sark
Im-im-impossible!!
"Hypocrisy"
Jiren snapped, letting his after images fade away again.
"You see the truth, then? Can you see the threat of unrestrained freedom? Can you understand the true Zero of this equation? You fight for freedom. You overthrow evil. Yet you let it rise up again. You fail to trigger the final solution. This is our chance to fix it all. Every mistake. Every fault. We can create a world without evil- a world of justice. You know I'm right. You'll come to your senses soon enoug--"
Jiren snapped, letting his after images fade away again.
"You see the truth, then? Can you see the threat of unrestrained freedom? Can you understand the true Zero of this equation? You fight for freedom. You overthrow evil. Yet you let it rise up again. You fail to trigger the final solution. This is our chance to fix it all. Every mistake. Every fault. We can create a world without evil- a world of justice. You know I'm right. You'll come to your senses soon enoug--"
Jotaro Kujo arrived at the downstairs area, coolly striding in with his hat tilted down. He glanced up at the commotion going on with Jiren, sneering and moving his hand his hat, tilting it upwards. "Good grief. . .this is going to be annoying."
Without breaking stride, the man's finger left his pocket and was now pointed to the man who he was looking for - a priest adorned in a purple coat. No words shared between the two, though Pucci would get a good look at the towering man in white, possibly realizing who he was. That realization wouldn't do him any good, however. It would do nothing to halt Jotaro Kujo's arrival.
"Star Platinum: The World."
As Jotaro calmly uttered the true name of his Stand, it emerged from his body, wreathed in a golden light before crossing its arms across its chest in an 'X' pattern. The jewel adorning Star Platinum's 'crown' suddenly shimmered for a half-second before the world surrounding Jotaro suddenly lost all color. The shrieking noise emanating from the jewel signaled every moving thing surrounding the man to completely halt all at once. Projectiles froze in the air, the clenched-teeth expression of battle frozen on the face of Jiren and his former allies. Jotaro saw the world before him slow down to a complete stop, and with Aoko Aozaki not here. . .it was clear only to him what had just occurred.
"Time has stopped." Jotaro's voice echoed through his little world, though only he could hear it.
The man shot forward, knowing he only had a few seconds to spare before time would resume again. Sliding past the frozen statues that were the other allies of his on this mission, Jotaro planted his feet in front of Enrico Pucci, allowing Star Platinum to phase through his body and face the priest, who was still frozen in place and unaware of Jotaro's presence.
ORA!
CRRACK
There goes one hand, his fingers bending backwards with a sickening crack.
ORA!
SNAAAP
There goes the other.
"Hoo. . ."
ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!
Star Platinum roared with fury as it unleashed a vicious pummeling onto the frozen Pucci, shattering bones across his body as the Stand's rapid-fire fists smashed into his body like cannonballs, threatening to completely impale him if Jotaro wasn't controlling the distribution of Star Platinum's power. Pucci couldn't react to the brief onslaught, his face completely frozen in his glowering expression as craters were spread across his wracked body. This happened in the span of two seconds, and once it was done, Star Platinum swiftly vanished into nothingness, allowing Jotaro to hold his hat and sigh.
"Time has begun to move again."
Suddenly, for everyone else in the room, the sound of Pucci suddenly being blown away by a single, destructive force could be heard, and those who look would find Jotaro Kujo standing where Pucci stood, clutching his coat and watching silently as he sent the priest flying to the opposite side of the room, or possibly flying directly into Max's projectiles.
"I heard something about an Enrico Pucci from my daughter. You can consider this a light warning."
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"Bite your tongue! You know nothing! Do not speak of DIO in that manner; you would provide little more to him than a sacrifice to sustain him," Pucci growled at Severa, having had enough of the girl's attitude. "... Perhaps not even by that much with that lacking body."
When Max unleashed another strange monster that he seemed to have at his beck and call, Pucci commanded C-Moon to punch out the energy blasts from the old man's blaster, but opted to dodge the monster's bigger energy ray. Perhaps it was a bit of a silly image, for a man in a priest's robe to take such physical action like that, but in the heat of the moment, he seemed more than capable of moving like any other man.
From there, C-Moon dashed straight toward the monster, delivering a hard punch right at its chest! As it connected, in a grotesque fashion befitting the monster's appearance, its chest contorted violently and swirled in of itself, as though it had turned inside out.
Because that was precisely what had happened. C-Moon used its power to turn the monster's innards inside out to squash the inside of its body and kill it.
However, if nothing else, it seemed that the monster provided an apt distraction for Sorey to move in and perform his own attack, if only barely, as C-Moon was just barely able to dash back and evade the brunt of the lightning attack, a small graze becoming visible on the Stand's body, and in turn, Pucci's robe being cut once more. In retaliation, C-Moon raised its hand and began moving, as if to strike Sorey, perhaps with the same ability it had used to instantly kill the monster Max had unleashed, and then...
Time had stopped.
With the intervention of Jotaro, suddenly Pucci's body was propelled back once again, forced against the wall where he was practically trapped. He was battered and could hardly move, bruised and beaten to a pulp. Still, he amazingly remained conscious, his body seeming to be rather hardy for a "normal" man, if one could even call him that. Of course, if he was with the Revanchist, who knew what they could have shot him up with?
With a sickly sound that sounded like an uncomfortable cross between a laugh and a cough, Pucci glared at Jotaro, grunting laboredly as he struggled to get back on his feet. "So... You are the one who defied DIO all that time ago... It truly is the same kind of Stand as The World, but not quite!" He grunted, maintaining his gaze at the taller man while C-Moon floated back next to Pucci, "You won't interfere with the dawn of destiny! No matter what you do, your actions will be for naught."
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Jiren felt the air come to a gradual halt around him. The clouds failed to move. The book covers failed to flail. The world around him ceased to be in motion. Around him, even color seemed to lose its vigor, with light no longer being separated or reflected against the stagnant molecules that barely bade up the distorted matter. There was only one explanation:
"A Time-Skip? Interesting"
Jiren felt his body drift slowly through the frozen time, sludgily parting the frozen molecules. Every movement felt as if it came with the baggage of moving through swamp water. Every muscle twist seemed to come hand in hand with a strange, familiar lagging. It wasn't the first time he had been removed from linear time. He hoped it would be his last.
"So this was a distraction after all..."
By the time Jiren left the world of Mid-Time, he returned to his guard. There was no way of telling how long time had been frozen for. Had it been a second? An hour? A day? Or were such things irrelvant in a world were the earth no longer turned? All he knew was that someone back in the librairy possed some form of time control that could rival that of even the Master Assassin. Could it have been Pucci? One of the others? Without know who or where the user was, he had little hope of finding them on the frozen plain. Whether it had been used by or against his old ally, he knew that a battle must have been taking place. Once again, time was of the essence, and he had let several clues slip through the cracks.
Jiren roared as volt after volt of enchanted lightning burned through his veins, exploiting his lack of awareness. He felt each muscle spasm and contract under the strain of the assault, forcing his jaw to slam shut and lock into place.
Interesting he thought to himself perhaps they are finally starting to coordinate.
No Matter
Wrestling back control of his one body, Jiren made another sharp ariel turn, charging back towards the floor like a missile. He opened his ki shield yet again, straining it to its very limits. Even without the lighting burning within him, his jaw remained clenched, this time out of focus as opposed to pain. A roll to the left protected him from the next chain of lightning. A diagonal right roll helped him avoid the next. The centremost arch burned deep into his shield, yet crackled off over his shoulder before it could send him into lockdown again.
"You're all learning it seems... good. But striking together is holding each of you back individually. You're letting each other down"
Returning the library like a meteor, Jiren slammed into the floorboards, sending shockwaves across the room strong enough to displace the few remaining books.
"You don't need a home, child" Jiren hummed, rising to his feet again and letting his arms hang free. He knew what it was like to be displaced. To be alone. He had turned such a situation into his greatest strength. Perhaps one day soon, Schala would learn to do the same. But once upon a time, he needed a cause of his own. A group to fight alongside to teach him what it meant to fight alone. Perhaps he could offer Schala the same "You need a Tribe. Someone to teach you the path of solitude. We're preparing for a perfect world, and once we achieve it, you can remake your homeworld into anything you desire. All you need do... is join us"
Interesting he thought to himself perhaps they are finally starting to coordinate.
No Matter
Wrestling back control of his one body, Jiren made another sharp ariel turn, charging back towards the floor like a missile. He opened his ki shield yet again, straining it to its very limits. Even without the lighting burning within him, his jaw remained clenched, this time out of focus as opposed to pain. A roll to the left protected him from the next chain of lightning. A diagonal right roll helped him avoid the next. The centremost arch burned deep into his shield, yet crackled off over his shoulder before it could send him into lockdown again.
"You're all learning it seems... good. But striking together is holding each of you back individually. You're letting each other down"
Returning the library like a meteor, Jiren slammed into the floorboards, sending shockwaves across the room strong enough to displace the few remaining books.
"You don't need a home, child" Jiren hummed, rising to his feet again and letting his arms hang free. He knew what it was like to be displaced. To be alone. He had turned such a situation into his greatest strength. Perhaps one day soon, Schala would learn to do the same. But once upon a time, he needed a cause of his own. A group to fight alongside to teach him what it meant to fight alone. Perhaps he could offer Schala the same "You need a Tribe. Someone to teach you the path of solitude. We're preparing for a perfect world, and once we achieve it, you can remake your homeworld into anything you desire. All you need do... is join us"
"Jiren?" Ben was in disbelief. "Well, there's no one else among us who looks like him, maybe except me... so much for justice. Don't worry Libra, I'll give him a good butt-kicking - after we deal with Othinus."
Ben continued forward.
"Toppo must be feeling pretty broken right now, but I'll make sure that the only other things that break after this are our foes."
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"Jiren..." Toppo spoke with shallow breaths and broken eyes "What is this talk of Jiren? No... he'd... no" He felt his strength leave his body. It was impossible. It couldn't be true. After all the years he had spent searching for him. After all those years of Ash, fighting for his life all so he could earn a rumor or two. All those years training with the OMDA, fighting fight after fight for the promise of a reunion... It had all been a waste. He knew that Jiren had changed since he fled Universe 11, but even he could stomach the thought of his betrayal. "He'd never turn his back on justice! He couldn't... No... Not to me!" A pounded the floor with all the strength he could muster "You lie! " He screamed at Libra "Jiren is a good man! He's my friend! He would..." The spark in his voice burned down to a cinder "He was my friend..."
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