"Food." Noi managed to reply between gulps as she continued to eat.
"Seems kind of random to get people to come and eat food..." She let her words hang in the air for a moment as she chomped down on a chicken leg.
"Your hair reminds me of boss...can you turn things into mushrooms too?"
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Warriors? Mushrooms?
Polnareff looked lost, his bewildered expression turning to anger. He didn't get any closer to figuring out what was going on, only further; he found himself surrounded by strange-looking people and what appeared to be aliens, and now he's being asked by some lady if he's able to turn things into mushrooms. He moved closer to the table at the mention of warriors, deciding that this was too complex to be some Stand ability.
"What? No, I- can you give me a moment?"
"
Are you one of the warriors summoned? My name's Dende. It's a pleasure to meet you. Please help yourself to the food, there's plenty for everyone."
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The white-haired warrior crossed his arms, staring at the little green man with a mixture of amiability and incredulity. This is getting bizarre, even for him.
"Listen, 'Dend,', no offense, but if you meant to kidnap someone for some convention, you've gotten the wrong man. My name is Jean Pierre Polnareff! I appreciate the offer for food, really, but I was in the middle of something important. If you could turn off your ability, and--"
Polnareff's mouth ceased, his brow furrowing deeply as if something just occurred to him.
"... Hold it. Did you happen to see a dumb-looking man with a big cowboy hat anywhere around here?"
"Hooo-wee!"
A loud, telling yell came from the other end of the food hall. A tall man sauntered into the room, looking like he'd just walked off the set of an old Western movie. He rubbed his hands in anticipation, practically salivating at the sight of Dende's food and... other delectables in the area.
"It really is heaven! All I food and women I could ever want! Nothing but the best for ol' Hol Horse, heh!"
Hol Horse's jubilation ceased when he made eye contact.
"... Oh, you--"
"--SON OF A BITCH!"
The scene played out in slow motion, Polnareff spotting his enemy and readying his weapon before he even had a chance to reach for his belt. The white-haired man stood upright, swiftly striding past Dende and stopping just a few meters from the table. His arm went up, stretching forward in a rough motion that had his hand flat and pointed towards the cowboy like a knife. As he did, his body seemed to spark, glowing with an otherworldly silver light.
"SILVER CHARIOT!"
The command triggered the light to swirl, bending into itself like an ethereal clay. It arrived like an image cast from a movie projector, a tall, lithe figure that materialized next to the shouting Polnareff, it's imposing form now floating just in front of him. The entity was of similar height and proportions to the one who summoned it, resembling a lithe metal skeleton adorned from head-to-toe in solid armor plates which shone like silver under the everpresent sun. It swung it's arm up, a steel rapier manifesting in its grasp and slicing the air with the sharp, metallic *shwing*!
Silver Chariot lunged across the table as soon as it finished materializing, already halfway to Hol Horse's throat in the span of a single blink. The cowboy yelped, hitting the deck just as the sword was an inch from spearing his head. The sharp blade sank into the leather of his hat, holding it in the air. Hol Horse scrambled across the floor like a frightened animal, stumbling up on to his feet and holding his hands up.
"I'M BEING ASSAULTED IN BROAD DAYLIGHT!"
"Shut the hell up and fight me, coward!"
The knight spun on a dime, transferring it's momentum around into another plunge of the rapier towards Hol Horse's chest, who managed to scramble out of the way and continue stumbling around the Stand's blows.
Someone should probably do something.
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