In the rundown slums of the San Francisco islands, a small, young Roxanne, hides from her father. She weeps in the closet, hiding from another one of her father's drunken rampages. He kicks down the door to the room she was hiding in. "Dammit Roxaaaanneee!" He slurs her name heavily. "Get down here and do what I said!" He stumbles around, looking around the bed and other corners in the room, looking for her. He checks the closet last, exclaiming "There you are you little whore! Get the hell out here!" She cowers in the closet, closing her eyes…
Roxanne could tell that Paper Planes was some sort of mindtrick ghost, or 'stand', as that woman called it. But whatever this Terry kid could do was beyond her. She runs at him, stand right after her, and attempt to punch him herself. Hard Habit appeared behind Terry, however, giving a hard blow to her face with its fist, sending her flying back. "You idiot, you think you can just attack me yourself? Don't you even know how to use your stand?" Roxanne gets up, wiping the blood from her mouth as she stands up.
"Okay… You are really starting to get on my nerves…" This time, her stand appears in front of her. "Ghost-thing, or 'stand, whatever your name is… Get ready to beat the shit outta this guy!" She once again goes at him, but stops just short as her stand goes out in front of her and starts to rapidly punch at her opponent, whose stand returns the favor, though is quite outmatched by the punching power of Roxanne's stand, as he is forced back by the force of the encounter.
"Hmph, that style of combat isn't my forté anyways." His arm suddenly contracts and changes shape, forming a sort of blade arm. He attacks with his arm, cutting at the stand, which takes the hit by blocking with its arms, leaving cut marks on both the stand and on Roxanne, who yelps in pain. "Feel that? You and your stand are one! And perhaps you'll die as one!" He runs at the stand, getting ready to slash.
Roxanne tries to frantically think of something, before she remembers a vision of her past, full of fire, full of screams. She then remembers back to earlier, unloading the plane due to the cancelled flight… "What was the reason that flight was delayed? Hmm…" As Terry was about eviscerate her, suddenly, the skies grayed around them, and high winds started to blow him back, doing so quite effectively due to him being caught off by guard by the high winds. He is blown out of the way of Roxanne, who stands smugly, finally recognizing her power. Mia gets up from her laid back position, shocked that Roxanne had went from clueless idiot to being able to pick Terry right off his feet. "What the hell?! God dammit, it's always the clueless ones that seem to have the most power huh?" She picks up her hurt son, "Relax kiddo, I really doubt this girl is an enemy." Terry's arm seems to fade back into normal, as if Roxanne had been seeing an illusion. She took note that this must have been his power.
She comes up to the two, hands in her pocket. "So, you two want to explain the eyes?"
Mia gives a sigh, "We were sent an organization to do a job that involves whoever controls those Eyes. That's all I will say."
"Hmm…" She takes out her phone and looks at the time. "Well… I don't know what the hell is going on here, but I don't like those eyes, so as long as you do something about them, I don't care what you do. Plus, my break ended 10 minutes ago." She starts to walk off before Terry gets up and calls for her.
"Wait!" She looks back at him "A powerful stand like yours needs a good name. You should call it something different then just ghost or stand, like you have been using."
Roxanne thinks for a second. "Eyes in the sky, psychic ghosts that fight for you, this whole thing feels like some bizarre dream. A dream taking place in California… California Dreamin'. Yeah… That's a good one, I think." She continues to walk off back into the airport. Terry nods and then looks back at his mother. "So, should we go meet our those other two who arrived?"
Mia nods. "Yep. God dammit, why did I ever agree to babysitting a bunch of snot nosed kids…" She takes a look into her bag, where there are a bunch of guns in there. "I hope this will be enough to assassinate whatever bastard is controlling those eyes."
Running through a desert, Roxanne runs after a vaguely female figure, though she cant make out any major details. The figure looks like its walking, but somehow is still outrunning Roxanne. This was familiar to her, as she has had this dream many times before. Right on cue, the figure looks back, revealing her face. Though far away, she could tell who it was….
Later that day, when she was awake, Roxanne sat in her first period, looking out the window at the eyes. Occasionally, one would look back at her. When they do, it still gave her chills. The class was in a bit of a mess, as the teacher had not shown up for the first five minutes. This was quite unusual, Roxanne remembered her for her punctuality. She stopped looking out the window and then looked down to her notepad, full of notes on one page, and doodles on the other. She was working on a new doodle on that page, one of her stand. She had been practicing at home, trying different commands to see the limits of its power. She figured out she could replicate any location's present conditions in a 5 meter radius around herself, though only one aspect of that location. She could replicate the storm in seattle's wind, but not the rain at the same time. She could also replicate the terrain, if she wanted to. She didn't understand why she was given these powers, but she thought she might be able to use them for some kind of good.
Before she could contemplate it more though, the teacher would come in. "Alright class, listen up, we have 3 new surprise students! All from different places! Ain't that exciting…" She looked quite annoyed. "Please come in kids." Three teenagers came into the room, the girl on the right wearing a Red Sox Jersey and cap, with skin tight leggings, The boy on the right wearing a white t-shirt and overalls, and the middle one was quite familiar to.
"No way… it's him." She says to herself.
"Please welcome Amanda Masdea, Terry Mayai, and Ken Dustin. Please, all three of you, take your seats." It was exceptionally weird for three random kids just to show up in the middle of senior year in highschool, so many kids were discussing amongst themselves what the deal was with these kids. Roxanne was just wondering why the hell he was here. Terry spots the familiar face and sits down next to her, giving a small "Hey". Roxanne is about to say more, but is interrupted by the teacher continuing with her lesson.
Terry stands in line, waiting to get to the hot dogs. He was hoping they had them like they were back in Chicago. It disappointed him to see a small, condiment-less dog hastily put into a slightly broken store-bought bun slapped onto his tray. As he was going to a lunch table to sit, he is stopped by Roxanne. "Oh, hey, you were the girl at the airport the other day. What was your name again?"
"Its Roxanne, Roxanne Charles. But enough about me, I think it's time for you to start speaking, buddy. What the hell is happening? Why are you here, don't you have some kind of mission?!"
He looks a little awkward, and pulled back, almost in a defensive posture, as if he could block off her questions with a physical stance. "I can't really tell you. Its secret."
"Well too bad, I want to know! I was attacked by you over this, so I deserve to know a little!"
"What? You attacked us!"
"Under the pretense you were going to attack us!"
He sighs "Ok it doesn't matter, listen, meet me after school today. I'll explain more than." He walks past her, which proved to be quite annoying for Roxanne. She walks off, grumbling with frustration.
A sickly looking woman wonders a back alley near the city of Los Angeles, until she is to weak to stand on her own, and leans on a wall. "W-what… What is happening to me…" She starts to hyperventilate as she feels a crunching pain in her stomach. One last scream is uttered from her, as a fleshy, worm-like object come out of her stomach, barring large, pointed teeth that were stained with blood. She collapses, her skin looking quite emptier than normal. A man comes out of the shadows, wearing a tattered shirt and pant legs that looked sewed together from many other pants. He looks at the disgusting specimen, before picking it up and nuzzling it.
"Oh! You are absolutely perfect! I swear, you will be a wonderful addition to my collection." The small being gurgles and growls disgustingly before he lets it down, and it slithers into the darkness. Before he can walk out of the alley, however, a mysterious figure confronts him, and says
"Tule Sanguijuela, living off unemployment checks, a part time murderer, one of your victims being your sister, and generally just a worthless human being. Am I correct?"
Tule shivers in fear from the man, who dared to confront him in his comfortable shrouded position. "D-don't talk like you knew what the hell happened! Who the hell are you, anyways?!"
"Who I am doesn't concern you. All you should know is that I can kill you in a second if I chose."
He chuckles, "I don't know who you are, but you are mistaken to fuck with me!" Three instances of the fleshy worms lunge at the stranger, but they were all hit by the stranger's stand's punch barrage, which turned them into but plastic husks. The stand was shrouded in the darkness, just like its user, hiding both from proper viewing.
"I don't wish to fight… Your sister was very important to you, wasn't she?"
Tule looked terrified to see someone who had an ability like him, as well as having knowledge about his personal life. "S-she was so young, b-but, her custody battle was splitting my parents apart… I couldn't bare to see them that way…"
"And they committed suicide when they found your sister's corpse, didn't they?"
The man screams "Get out of my head!" While on his knees and gripping his head.
The man bends down to his level, a plastic little girl by his side. "What if I told you, I could bring her back?" They both said at the same time, the little girl having her own voice. Tule lifted his head, and gazed upon the figurine. It wasn't exact but it helped him realize what this man could do for him.
"... What do you want?"
"There is an annoying group of stand users who have come into the picture. I need someone to take care of them."
Stand Name: Hard Habit
Power: D
Speed: C
Durability: C
Precision: B
Learning: B
Range: C
Ability: Can create illusions that hurt you, unless you know that they are illusions, though the stand user can still make you see the illusions.
Stand Name: California Dreamin
Power: B
Speed: B
Durability: A
Precision: D
Learning: A
Range: C
Ability: Can take on aspect of any location, and incorporate it into the stand user's current location, for example putting the winds of a storm or the snow from an avalanche. The stand user might also be affected from these conditions, so they must be careful to not put something they can't escape. The stand can only use one aspect at a time, for example they can bring in the wind of a storm, but they can't bring in the rain at the same time.