[8.1] Streetlight Manifesto: King For A Day, Part 2

[BlacKnightZero]

Grant was a short distance away from the police station, scoping out the situation. There were two cultists in front of the station, seemingly guarding the entrance from outsiders. Of course he could easily use his Stand ability to make it look like he was wearing the same robes as all the cultists, but he couldn't tell if there was any extra degree of security they would try to look for.

Then he realized, he might not have to interact with them at all. If they saw one of the prisoners out and about they would most likely go after them and try to re-capture that prisoner. Then Grant would be able to sneak in undetected and figure out what to do from there.

"Hey, you two!" A copy of Abel yelled from across the street. "If you motherfuckers wanna capture me then you'll have to come over here and beat me!" Not the best dialogue Grant could come up with, but that was more or less how Abel spoke. While the guards were distracted, he put on a cultist disguise for good measure and swiftly went over to the building to try and get inside.

[MoeSenpai]

"Err... N-No thank you. I am not hungry..." Michelle respectflly declined the food. She probably would have eaten it, if it wasn't for the terrible smell they gave off. Michelle was sure she wouldn't survive a bite. Still... she was kinda hungry... No, no. She was still in a weakly state and would not risk a food posioning as well.

"So that's the exit, huh? Well..." Michelle inspected what she was wearing and hesitated first. She did look like a huge mummy, and didn't wear much else other than that but... She really didn't want to stay here. Plus seh doubted the Skunk did that good of a job. Sure, it was enough to keep her going, but maybe a real doc should check her out again. "Well, here I go.." She grabbed the ladder and started to climb up, wondering where she would get out of.

[dad]

Monks started flipping through both books at the same time, trying his best to find any discrepancies between them. The book in the library talked more about Mothman in general than delving into a prophecy or anything of the sort. Dolce's book instead seemed more focused on predicting future events, mentioning the flash of light, that chaos would soon arise (The escape of several asylum patients) and that Mothman would soon descend. Monks was leaning with Dolce's book being the 'official' version, at least until he thought about things a bit more carefully. Sure, Dolce's book talked about events that he had witnessed, heard about and was even directly involved in since he had spent months chasing around a bunch of loonies. However, he started doubting the prophetic tone of the book. The author behind it could have written it after the events had occurred and make it look prophetic. That reminded Monks of something: Who was the author? He read the cover, the back and several stray pages of Dolce's book in order to find out. Nothing. No author. Dolce said that he had found this book, but there was also a slight chance that he had written this himself.

Monks then went back to the other book, the 'copy'. He skimmed around until he could find an author. A Mr. Martin Derrida. They apparently lived in Fallbrook, which made sense since other scholars and historians weren't particularly interested in Fallbrook's long past of superstition and folklore. Being a private detective, Monks could easily track down the author's address, although he wondered if this would lead him anywhere.

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Adeline punched through the TV, possibly the brightest idea she had had during her entire career as a wannabe investigator. She was met by the biggest surprise imaginable: That it was just a normal TV and that there was nothing lurking behind. Goddamnit. Well, if Dolce ever came back, it was best if she told him that Marty broke his TV or something. Yeah, that would work...

Seeing as the living room had nothing else left for her to find, Adeline retreated to the kitchen, frustrated that she had discovered nothing so far. Hopefully there was something cool to drink there. She saw Ayida and the other animal pests screw around as she found the fridge open. No way, had those beasts already ransacked the entire fridge? She felt like giving Monks a stern speech on controlling his dog before seeing that there was nothing worth stealing in the fridge. It was all pills, syringes and strange liquids. Medicine. Adeline picked a few out of curiosity, checking their names and date before realizing that she remembered some of these names. Perhaps she had spent too much time around Joan and Marty, especially since the latter constantly had her deliver medicine to others. Could she get these checked at the hospital somehow? Have someone tell her what they were for. She didn't know that Dolce had any health problems...

Meanwhile, Adeline scanned more the cabinets. She found stuff similar to the superstitious vampire protection Vicar had stolen: A bunch of four leafed clovers, Pentagram talismans, a Judeo-Christian symbol, several holy crosses and what appeared to be a container filled with holy water. She had no idea why a human would need these sort of items. Was Dolce that much of a scaredy cat? Still, perhaps she should warn Monks about this at least.

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Grant commenced his infiltration, having an illusion of Abel appear and insult the cultists. Of course, the cultists immediately ran at the man. Grant sped for the building, a bit worried since the cultists might try to touch his illusion which would reveal its true form in the process. Would they sound an alarm after that? He was so worried that he turned around, only to see that the cultists were bowing at Abel and standing right next to him.

"Lord Abel, weren't you supposed to enjoy a temporary break? At least, that is what our leader told us..." One of the cultists murmured.

Wait, so Abel was still working for Marty? Well, that was quite disheartening for Grant, especially since Abel was his best friend, but he had moved past that now. His editor had rejected him after all so he had to try his best to make the ultimate novel. Perhaps Abel's betrayal could give him a few ideas. Maybe the main character of his novel will have one of his most trusted friends betray him? That could add a neat amount of drama...Grant then shook his head and realized that the cultists believing Abel to be real gave him a great advantage. Maybe he could command the illusion of Abel and have it say that Grant also planned on joining Marty. They would hopefully believe him. If not, Grant would just enter the prison the hard way.

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Isabella and Abel approached the guard from different sides, determined to take them down in one fell swoop. However, the guard had an advantage over them: Range. The two iron poles he held in his hands were long and sturdy enough to harm even a Stand user, which was even worse due to how malnourished and injured his two opponents were. The nameless foe countered Abel first, seeing him as a bigger threat since he was one of Marty's officers so to speak. Before Abel could reach him, the man lunged the pole forward, having it land on Abel's chest and cracking a rib or two as the long weapon kept Abel away. They would not let Abel get close, since that was what he excelled in. Close range combat and vicious grappling. Isabella was a wild card, having a combat style that hadn't been fully unveiled yet. However, she was no stranger to using weapons herself, attempting to shank the guard with a broken bottle. It was a direct hit, the guard grunting as blood leaked from their love handles.

"Aaargh!" The gigantic man roared, toughening up as blood spurted from their wound. They didn't see this as an injury, they just saw this as a cost to pay in order to get their second target closer to them. Since Isabella was now within range, they suddenly slammed an iron pole down her skull. Blood gushed out of Isabella's mouth as her teeth rattled and her head spun around. She was seeing in triples now, Abel and the guard being nothing more than several afterimages as she stumbled around the floor. Thank God she had instinctively activated her Stand before the blow landed, otherwise she would have probably been knocked out or worse. This was still an incredibly disadvantageous situation as she crawled on all fours while the guard raised the pole yet again, now wanting to slam it down her bare back in order to have her stay down. Abel realized that he had to prevent this since he had no chance at fighting the guards on his own, plus his opponent was currently focused on defeating Isabella first. However, he had to choose his move carefully: If the guard knew that his favorite moves were grappling and close range attacks, should he use something that would surprise them?

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Kyu's guard almost screamed upon being hit, but the Asian swiftly silenced such an outburst by striking at their throat. The foe staggered, being hit by several blows as they slumped on the wall at the end of the cell. Woah, it was over in a few seconds. Perhaps these guards were all bark and no bite since Kyu had taken one down in just two hits. However, just as he was about to snatch a pair of keys, his foe suddenly sprung back to life and tackled Kyu. They were playing dead, yet Kyu would only realize this when his face was currently hitting the other side of his cell, the guard pushing him towards the wall and attempting to choke him out. Well, this was bad, but Kyu couldn't let himself get overpowered like that. He wondered if he could still do this silently before hearing some loud noises coming from the other side of the prison. He realized that he had a chance now, since he could use the loud noises as a way to muffle his own sounds as he clobbered his opponent.

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The skunks seemed saddened at Michelle's refusal, but they left nonetheless. Despite feeling slightly bad about refusing, Michelle quickly attempted to leave the sewers through a ladder. She reached a manhole and pushed it away before rising upwards. Her nose itched a bit as she coughed from how oppressive the outside air was. She scanned her surroundings, rubbing her eyes before realizing that she was in the cruddy part of Fallbrook now, the area filled with crooks, criminals, mobsters and so on. Definitely not the place she wanted to visit first upon waking up, but her escapade back to Adeline and the others had to start here it seemed. Just as she was about to leave, she felt the stinky aroma of a skunk yet again as Feelgood appeared next to her. 

"Kii Kii (Y-You should be careful here! I don't want to sound annoying, but there's a lot of bad people here...So just look out for them.)" The skunk warned, pointing at a nearby road sign. It was illegible, drowned in dirt, paint and gang markings. "Kiii kiii! (You should especially avoid areas like that! Those sign posts mark the territory of the most vicious street gang here! So avoid them, alright?)" Feelgood warned, but with the way it was pointing at the sign, Michelle would probably misinterpret her message and think that Feelgood was suggesting her to head in that direction.

[Warudo]

Abel couldn't get the grapple off, and was pushed away by an iron bar to the chest, which served to further damage his already beat-up ribs. He coughed with pain as he stumbled back, looking up just in time to see the guard bearing down on Isabella. She took a nasty hit to the head, and was suddenly put at a severe disadvantage. This didn't sit well with Abel since he needed her for this endeavor, plus he had never been one to sit idly by as an ally was assaulted. Now normally he would respond by charging his enemy and absolutely destroying them in close combat, but the problem with that was that the guard had the range to stave him off, and in his injured state Abel couldn't overcome that obstacle.

So he had to do something different than his usual strategy, but thankfully he had an old tactic to use. It was far from out of the box, but was usually effective for taking out fleeing opponents or getting the drop on someone. Abel turned to the jail cell on his right, his stand's arms appearing over his as he suddenly lashed out with two chops. Two metallic snapping sounds rung through the air as a bar with two jagged ends fell away from the cell.

It fell right into Abel's awaiting hand, and with no hesitation, he chucked the thing like a javelin right at the guard's back. His precision with projectiles had degraded during his stay in Fallbrook, due to a lack of practice and use, but he was pretty damn close to the guard, so he was confident that it would land in the general area of the guard's upper back, maybe he'd even get lucky with a neck or headshot.  That combined with the speed and power of a stand-powered human behind the throw made makeshift javelin a force to be reckoned with.

[hawaii117]

Things were going badly. The split approach at the guard at least caught the brute off guard, but he had an advantage over the pair with his two metal poles. Along with being at full strength when compared to Isabella and Abel's significantly worse condition. 

At the very least the officer was successful in shanking the guard. Leaving the bottle stuck into the cultist's side. Abel on the other hand was stopped short of grappling the guard, thanks to the metal pole. Definitely breaking a few ribs, perhaps even keeping him out of the fight for good? No way. A hit like that wouldn't floor him that easily. She thought while going to reach for the bottle and stab again into the guard's abdomen. 

Then everything went black for a moment, as the second iron bar was brutally slammed into the top of her skull. Rattling her brain and forcing her into unconsciousness for a moment. If AEH wasn't active in that instant, then she surely would have been put out of the fight. In the next moment she came to, everything blurry and seemingly tripled. The taste of blood filled her mouth as she tried to steady her vision. 

Isabella then saw the bottle cap on the floor next to her, also multiplied. Reaching out quickly the woman grasped it then flipped over staring up as the multiple guards prepared to strike her once again with the metal bar. She wasn't going to have enough time to use the super spin effectively. Instead she opted for the normal spin, charging the bottle cap with whatever charge her stand held. Before launching it upwards, aiming for the chest of the guard she thought was the real one. If it landed the bottle cap would spin tightening his skin and muscles in torso, severely limiting his movement. Along with giving a nice little zap to the guard. 

[ToledoJones]

Monks was a bit shocked by what he was reading Dolce's copy of the book. It seemed so accurate to what was happening around town. Too accurate. For a moment, blinded by all the supernatural happenings, he had believed this prophecy was true without considering other options. It could have been written after the fact, updated by someone, even Dolce himself. Either way, there was one to know for sure. He could contact the original author and ask about it.

Monks walked out of the bedroom with both books under his arm and back toward the others. "Did you find anything?" He called out as he walked through the house. "I may have a small le-" Monks stopped short in the doorway of the kitchen, the bad smell and odd scene hitting him all at once. Drugs and vampire-hunting paraphernalia? "Just what the hell did you all find?"

He shook his head. "Was Dolce this paranoid? It's almost like he's a..." Monks swallowed the lump in his throat and looked around the room again, not wanting to say something he'd regret. But how well did he know Dolce really? Monks was still new to town all things considered. "You've been working with hospitals recently, yeah? Any chance you can figure what all of that is?" He gestured to the fridge. Ayida brought him a stake as though it were a stick to play fetch with. "Ah, good find, girl." He patted her head thankfully.

[RockyRaccoon]

Kyu marvelously knocked away the guard as fast as possible, his hits were good and clean and defeating the guard actually felt somewhat unnatural for the young man, but despite his worries he continued to search the guard for his keys. Found them! Kyu seized the opportunity to- Suddenly out of the blue, the young man felt the unrelenting blow of the guard tackling him against his cell. He suddenly felt his air giving out until he quickly realized that he was being choked out! Fortunately for him, loud noises seemed to erupt near the area and the young man refused to allow this opportunity to go to waste as he quickly raised both arms over the guard’s head before slamming it with as much strength as he could muster. Following this, he quickly summoned Sukiyaki and smacked him across the face with his stand all the while slowing down the man’s movements for a few seconds, it was a simple and short combo but he hoped that it would be enough to take care of him for now.

[killeroftheminge]

"I'm not sure," Ade says, equally perplexed as she studies the various talismans. It was practically like she walked into some old horror story...or better yet, some hackey haunted house tour. "I was just investigating the...broken tv, figured there might be something more substantial in here. This stuff doesn't interest me as much as the fridge though."

Just what exactly was Dolce doing with all of this stuff. Was it even Dolce that put it there?

"Was this here last time you investigated? We may have a timeframe to work with or something, I mean I'm no investigator. I just punch stuff," she says. Her delivery was flat, but it seemed clear that her focus was being drawn away from last week and centered on the matter at hand, which would be good for them both. "Yeah, I'm sure some of the people at the hospital would be willing to answer some questions. Let's go check it out, we can figure out if these were stolen recently or prescribed."

[MoeSenpai]

Michelle had to close her eyes the moment she appeared on the surface. After being in the dark, dampy sewers for this long she had to get used to the sudden bright outside world.

"Ooof." She muttered while climbing outside, covering her eyes from the sun. She needed a while before she finally realized where exactly she was. How the hell did she get to this area? Did the skunk carry her? How strong are those little rascals. Michelle didn't pay too much attention to this thought, however. Mainly it just dawned to her WHERE EXACTLY she is. "Oh, this is bad. This is really really bad!" She muttered while looking at her clothes again. She was clad in bandages and a blanket... Hopefully the people wouldn't get any thoughts and want to have some... "fun" with her. Well, she might have to break some eggs in this case. Shouldn't be too hard, right? With this, Michelle decided to just walk towards the place the skunk pointed to.

[ToledoJones]

“...I gotta be honest here.” Monks admitted. “I didn’t check the kitchen very well. It stunk - it still stinks... I definitely didn’t want to open that fridge.” Monks’ frowned intensified. Fridges were not on his side today.

“We can check my lead after we hit the hospital. It might be nothing, but the author of this Mothman book is all I have for now.”

[BlacKnightZero]

Seeing the cultists talk to Abel like he was an ally made Grant feel disillusioned with his so-called "friend". He assumed Abel was working as a double agent, along with the others who seemingly joined Marty. Either Marty hadn't found them out yet, or Grant was mistaken, and they really did join forces with the traitor.

"Well either way, I can still use this to my advantage..." He said quietly to himself, writing more dialogue for "Abel" to say to the guards.

"Ah shit, sorry for the commotion, you guys. I just wanted to tell you, I heard from my buddy Grant that he finally decided to join us. He should be on his way now, so if you see him, let him through. Cool?" He toned back the vulgarity a bit and wrote a much more casual conversation that he felt would be more believable. As he heard the lines coming from the illusion, he realized that he'd actually improved his skill at writing dialogue quite a bit recently. Maybe the next draft of his novel would actually come out looking much better than he thought.

[dad]

"Of course, Lord Abel! We'll greet your friend immediately if we see him. Another Stand user in our mix will just further bolster our defenses!" The cultists said walking away as 'Abel' left. Once they returned to the police station, they were surprised to see Grant already standing there. "Grant! No, I mean...Lord Grant!" One of them said before kneeling down. "We appreciate you joining our cause. We'll try our best to help you catch up on what happened inside the station recently..." They said, escorting Grant inside the station as a VIP. It felt a bit luxurious to be regarded in such a way, even if it was by a bunch of weird cultists. Grant kept walking, noticing that most of the station was just a prison now. Areas that were dedicated for offices had been replaced by cold steel cages, ex-cops and legitimate criminals lurking inside with pitiful looking eyes. Was Marty planning on imprisoning all of Fallbrook or something? Either way, this deranged atmosphere actually gave him more inspiration for his novel, as twisted as it sounded.

bump

Grant then suddenly bumped up against a large giant. He remembered seeing reports of some cultists being incredibly buff and draped in purple robes, but this one was different. Their robes were white, could it mean higher or lower status? Either way, they looked quite intimidating, their bulky build unable to be hidden by their robes as they adjusted their gray gloves while glaring at Grant. They looked old, being bald and having an incredibly thick and spiky beard, so large that it covered their entire mouth. Grant started sweating, thinking that the 2 meter tall man was about to give them a piece of their mind...Before they suddenly knelt and tapped Grant's shoulder.

"You okay there, child? I hope I didn't hurt you..." They said with a gruff, yet kind tone. 

"..I-It's Moma..." One of the cultists said, shivering in face of the giant despite their actions.

"Calm yourself, child. I am merely passing by." 'Moma' said, standing up and about to walk away before a loud buzzing noise rung around the halls.

"Alert! Alert! Some of the prisoners are attempting to escape! It's possible that they are Stand users!" 

Moma's fist suddenly clenched itself. She turned around, her eyes burning with energy as she started to walk towards the most secure part of the jail. "A rebellion, huh? Time for some of these naughty kids to receive a just spanking..." She left, Grant's escorts trailing right behind her. Grant didn't know what was going on, but it was probable that a prison break was happening. Could it be the doing of Mike or someone else he knew? Either way, this might be worth investigating.

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"Uargh!" The guard grunted as his back was pierced by a sharp pole. They coughed blood, whining as they glared at Abel with contempt. This distraction was sufficient as Isabella slowly snapped out of her daze, grabbing the cap from earlier and firing it at the guard's chest, right next to his heart. Their entire body convulsed as they started panting, their heart feeling like it was about to explode. Thankfully, the effect of the Spin ended long before that, causing the guard to merely fall unconscious from pain and shock. Isabella and Abel probably didn't like being murderers anyways, they would make the guard and everyone else pay through proper life sentences after Marty was dealt with...Which wouldn't come soon enough.

The titan clad in white suddenly approached the cells where Abel and Isabella were. He walked towards them, glaring at the two with contempt as he readied his fists. Several other cultists trailed behind him, rifles and pistols in hand in case things got rough. Abel had occasionally seen this man wander around the prison. They were called Moma, apparently, but he didn't quite care about them much so he made minimal contact with them, if at all. However, he felt as if their status was a bit higher than the rest, mostly due to their unique white robe.

"Abel, sweetie. Be a dear and go back to your cell, hmm? ❤" Moma said in a sweet, father-like tone. He probably thought Abel was still part of Marty's squad after all. He then growled at Isabella. "As for you...BITCH." It was like a flash. The two could feel a current of wind pass through them, wind caused by Moma's unfathomable speed despite his weight and stature. He reached Isabella in an instant, suddenly grabbing at her head with his entire, gigantic hand. He then exerted pressure, starting to crush Isabella's face with his hand. "You hoe! You thought you could seduce my child with your degenerate wiles?! May you perish in this instant! No-one shall fall for your seductive tricks anymore once I get rid of this face..." He roared, wanting to taint Isabella's beauty. Abel was quite sure that this Moma fellow was bonkers, especially since his attack on Isabella prioritized pain over efficiency. Isabella herself noticed that, feeling unbearable pain but also realizing that her legs and arms were still free. She could easily repel this hold!

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Kyu gave the guard not even the time to scream. They were quickly incapacitated by his flurry of blows and slowing abilities. He felt a bit bad about, pounding on a guy without even giving them the chance to fight back. His opponent had collapsed on the floor, filled with bruises as a master key ring fell out of their pocket. One of them was probably the key to his cell along with possibly the cells of someone else. Either way, he had just heard an alarm saying that there was a prison break occurring inside the station. That might be worth investigating, but it could also lead him to a dangerous fight that might leave its fair share of injuries on him. Plus, he still had to investigate the apparent Stand user that had been located next to him. Maybe freeing the other prisoners could cause enough chaos to help him find the others while not being attacked by the guards? 

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Monks and Adeline had found two leads: The writer of the second copy of the book that Dolce owned and the stash of medicine that the chief had inside his house. They were both worth investigating, along with the superstitious items that the cop had in their kitchen for some reason. But perhaps Ayida could attempt to sniff the items and try to track down Dolce's location through them? Either way, they could investigate all leads one at a time or they could split up in groups and settle on a meeting point. It was their call.

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Feelgood panicked upon seeing Michelle head straight for the danger zone. "Kii kii! (N-No! Not there! I told you no!)" She warned, clinging at Michelle's leg in a last ditch effort to drag her away despite it being impossible due to her tiny skunk body. Michelle would instead see that as a sign of affection, unfortunately for the skunk. The two kept walking before stumbling upon a large crowd formed mostly by beggars and low lives. This was the sort of crowd located in the dark side of Fallbrook, but even worse was the fact that a bunch of cultists were also grouped up there.

"Hear, hear people of Fallbrook! The time for our guardian to rise again is nigh! Mothman, O Lord Mothman shall soon descend upon this wretched town and smite the evil within it, returning us to our days of glory! Mothman! Mothman! Come back! Give it to us, your divine presence!" The cultists chanted. "Join us now, brothers! We shall bring back order to Fallbrook, help the weak and sickly, weed out the evil gangs and the wretched Stand users who dare oppose our lord!" They incited, suddenly revealing a huge bunch of clothes, blankets and food that they had hidden in a bag behind them.

Of course, the beggars and the hungry soon approached the cultists. They probably didn't care about their weird words, they just wanted something to eat, wear and sleep in. The moment they were dressed in cultist robes and had eaten their fill...However.

"I have seen the light! How could I have been so blind? Mothman....Mothman is the only one who can save this town from filth and corruption!" One of the beggars screamed before another hugged them and nodded. 

"You are right, brother! Fallbrook without Mothman is just a sad and pathetic existence...We need our savior back!"

Wait, so they actually wanted to be cultists? Michelle wasn't quite getting it, but man did those free clothes and food look inviting...

grab

Michelle suddenly felt something warm tighten around her ass. She turned around and almost shivered in disgust as she saw some filthy beggar stand next to her.

"Huh, never saw you around these parts. You a new arrival?" They asked, confusing Michelle a bit. Arrival? "A bit early for Halloween though, don't you think? But hey, I won't judge how you do things..." They said, putting a hand in their pocket before taking out several dollars and pressing them up to Michelle's chest. "So, how much?" The fiend! They thought she was offering herself.

"Kiii kiii! (I told you this was a bad idea!)" Feelgood screamed next to Michelle's leg. 

[Warudo]

The guard finally fell, falling unconscious and leaving Isabella and Abel in peace for a moment. "Well... that wasn't so bad." Abel grunted, walking over to Isabella and offering her a hand up as he looked at the powered-up guard. "If they all go down that easily we'll have no trouble at all doing this." He offered, his misplaced optimism maybe sounding a little like mocking to Isabella, who had received the worst of the guard's punishment. Once Isabella was up he made to move down the corridors once more, in the direction of Betty's holding area. But that idea went out the window quickly as a new powered-up guard arrived, with a few normal gun-toting ones behind him.

Abel had seen this guy around before, he never talked with him or anything since he looked like a freak but he always had the sneaking suspicion that he was like a captain or something for the 'super' guards. He was expecting some intimidating drivel, something about returning to cells or suffering the consequences, but instead of that something much worse came out of his terrible mouth. That sickeningly sweet tone and unworried voice, and worst of all, calling him sweetie. It was unacceptable, NO ONE was allowed to call him that. "Fuck off" Abel growled out at the man, getting into a position to charge.

But Moma beat him to it, impressively. The man moved incredibly fast, faster than a man that size had any right being. In the next instant he had grabbed Isabella and had began to crush her face, or head, it wasn't clear. Either was unacceptable to Abel really, as a flash of rage engulfed his brain as a snarl stretched across his face. "Step off fucker!" He shouted as he stepped into range of Moma. Demon Days' arms became one with Abel's own, the hearts on his fists pulsing with light much more frequently than before. This meant that not only was his threshold for pain higher, but he was also a little stronger and faster thanks to his own body pushing itself more and more to the limit with every dose of adrenaline that coursed through his veins.

Abel through a fist upwards in an uppercut, aiming for the bottom of Moma's upper arm in an attempt to dislocate the massive man's shoulder. That would make it easier for Isabella to escape his grasp, but Abel didn't leave it there. Without confirming the result of his attack he withdrew his fist and began to twist his body, bringing his leg up and around for a devastating kick aimed right for Moma's midsection.

[hawaii117]

“Yeah sure. Not too bad.” Isabella spat out bloodied spit as she took Abel’s hand and stood up. Her head was still spinning but thankfully her vision was a bit more normal now. “How about you get bonked next time and tell me how that feels.” She mumbled as they began moving to Betty’s holding cell.

But their path was blocked by a new more intimidating guard, clad in white and surrounded by a few cronies who all held guns. And in an instant the white titan was on Isabella. Gripping tightly around her face the monster was going to crush her skull. “FUCK YOU! FUCK OFF! ASSHOLE!” Isabella screamed, but they were muffled by the gigantic hand covering her face. The pain was immense, and bringing her back to unconsciousness.

She had to do something... anything to break out of this grip. Then she realized her arms and legs weren’t being gripped or held back. Reaching up with her arms she grabbed the wrist as tight as she could in her weakened state then swung a leg upwards aiming a kick right for the elbow with as much force and power that she could muster.

[dad]

"Hee-hom?" Moma grunted, smelling danger as Abel raised his fist and attempted to crush the man's shoulder. Moma quickly intercepted the blow with his free hand, grabbing Abel's entire arm and preventing the blow from landing. However, that meant that both of his hands were currently occupied, something that Isabella took advantage of as she delivered a kick at his elbow. Moma grunted in pain before receiving another kick from Abel, sending him further away from the group as he clenched his stomach while a trail appeared across the floor due to Abel's blow. Moma's eyes wavered a bit, he then shook his head and regained his composer as he stared at his bloodstained glove, the one that had clenched Isabella's face. He then stared back at the woman, noticing that her face, while injured, was still intact and as beautiful as ever. He shook his fist in anger.

"Wretched lady...Your face should have been grafted on this palm!" Moma declared, fuming with rage before abruptly coughing. They were definitely old, which scared Abel and Isabella even more. They had tanked two blows from a pair of Stand users without even batting an eye. Just how enhanced were they compared to the others? "Abel, don't tell me you've already been seduced by her wiles?" He pointed a finger at Abel. "Step aside, sweetie. Lest I need to give you a spanking..." He threatened, adjusting his gloves before turning back and seeing that the cultists had begun to aim their guns at the two Stand users.

"Settle down, children. Those weapons can't hurt them." Moma stated. Well, he was somewhat right. Even a normal armed person was no match for a Stand user, but an army of them might stand a chance. Plus, they could be great distractions for Moma to take advantage of. However, he still relented on using them. Was this out of worry of them getting hurt? "You. Be a dear and help poor Moma out now, will you?" He asked a random cultist. The cultist nodded, giving off a muffled 'Yes' before walking past Moma. They then suddenly...knelt? Yes, the knelt on all fours and waited. That was it.

Moma then suddenly sat on them. An innocuous and pointless action. Abel felt a bit bad about the cultists who had to hold such enormous weight on their back. However, something soon changed. The cultist's eyes were...glowing? They were emitting rays that resembled headlights. Abel and Isabella were almost blinded. "If you really insist on being the town bike..." Moma muttered, referring to Isabella. "Then I shall make sure your death is as fitting!" He said, making no sense, at least until the two Stand users realized that objects wear appearing on the cultist's body. His arms now had a wheel at the end of them and so did his legs. Two handle bars popped up from his hears, Moma clenching them as an exhaust pipe emerged from the man's butt.

"Go! Ram that hoe over there just the way she likes it!" Moma shouted, the 'bike' suddenly springing into action as it somehow managed to move despite its ridiculous appearance. It charged at Isabella at a faster speed than Moma herself, about to ram her and send her flying.