Jolyne wasn't even a target- her power was her Stand, her Stand was string, nothing relevant to life and death, weather and nature. It had nothing to do with anything.
It was only Strings.
Not like his troubles.
Technically Burning Down the House had nothing to do with this either. His innate power, his 'Phenomenon' type Stand- a thing that had no manifestation- was based in memory not Ghosts.
(What is Time, but Memory?)
Weather Report, as far as they're aware, is what's causing the attraction of the refugees. Perhaps as well Eilifi's blessing, but the fact was, the blessing was only for a day. A spring in his step, something that helped him to keep going and keep moving with a little more zeal. That blessing was gone. Weather Report however...
Weather could create weather patterns. Control them. Guide them. Slip into them as if he were part of it, whatever the thought, that was him. Weather was a part of a soul belonging to a dead man, a piece that had been passed onward so that it could persist through time and be used to avenge 'themself'. And from there, a fragment that remained with the boy who had nothing.
Weather, and Death, wrapped in one- a piping hot target on one boy in orange and red and black's back.
They ran through Kolokifi's domain and almost immediately found themselves in war and wrath as a distortion leapt upon them.
"Hahh...hahh...hah...-!" This isn't how ghost rooms work.
"I...I don't understand," he screams as they move from a room almost immediately to a patch of forest. "G...ghost rooms are rooms..! Burning Down the House shouldn't bring things like this..!"
Weather is agitated. The stand visibly bristles, a pile of cloud roiling in human shape. Magenta eyes turn upward, and gradually they try to manifest that agitation.
"No-" Emporio doesn't know if the storm that comes first is Weather, or someone else- "You can't, not while we're in here..!" And then in panic, turns to Jolyne. "...Hermana, we can't let ourselves get separated..!"
CLOSED - JOLYNE
Jolyne wasn't even a target- her power was her Stand, her Stand was string, nothing relevant to life and death, weather and nature. It had nothing to do with anything.
It was only Strings.
Not like his troubles.
Technically Burning Down the House had nothing to do with this either. His innate power, his 'Phenomenon' type Stand- a thing that had no manifestation- was based in memory not Ghosts.
(What is Time, but Memory?)
Weather Report, as far as they're aware, is what's causing the attraction of the refugees. Perhaps as well Eilifi's blessing, but the fact was, the blessing was only for a day. A spring in his step, something that helped him to keep going and keep moving with a little more zeal. That blessing was gone. Weather Report however...
Weather could create weather patterns. Control them. Guide them. Slip into them as if he were part of it, whatever the thought, that was him. Weather was a part of a soul belonging to a dead man, a piece that had been passed onward so that it could persist through time and be used to avenge 'themself'. And from there, a fragment that remained with the boy who had nothing.
Weather, and Death, wrapped in one- a piping hot target on one boy in orange and red and black's back.
They ran through Kolokifi's domain and almost immediately found themselves in war and wrath as a distortion leapt upon them.
They ran to get away from that, and the Worst happened.
"Hahh...hahh...hah...-!" This isn't how ghost rooms work.
"I...I don't understand," he screams as they move from a room almost immediately to a patch of forest. "G...ghost rooms are rooms..! Burning Down the House shouldn't bring things like this..!"
Weather is agitated. The stand visibly bristles, a pile of cloud roiling in human shape. Magenta eyes turn upward, and gradually they try to manifest that agitation.
"No-" Emporio doesn't know if the storm that comes first is Weather, or someone else- "You can't, not while we're in here..!" And then in panic, turns to Jolyne. "...Hermana, we can't let ourselves get separated..!"
...
And is someone...crying? Shouting..?