Erma: Do Glatem Live – A JoJo's Bizarre Adventures X Erma Crossover
Date Created: 04-20-2019 A.D.
Date Uploaded: 08-31-2019 A.D.
Date Edited: 04-09-2020 A.D.
Summary: The world has taken an interesting turn since the reveal of the supernatural to the public eye. Currently, countries such as Japan have long been used to such neighbors and have easily coexisted with them. In places such as the United States of America, they are currently gaining traction.
With the President currently on the move to strengthen ties with humans and the supernatural, she sends multiple members of her private army to keep watch on those who would threaten the shaky start between the two groups.
In the quaint little town of Blairwood, a young half-Yokai by the name of Erma Williams is about to meet one of these private soldiers and in doing so embarks on a new, bizarre journey.
[Chapter 01: From Shadows, enter the Metal Machine]
Blairwood was a quaint little town, he told himself as he drove up into the driveway of his house. The Hummer H1 slowly crept up to the driveway before stopping just a few feet away from the garage door. Shutting off the engine, the man exits the vehicle and steps out into the open. He takes a look around, the cold early morning air biting into his exposed skin. He could see a few adults that were wide awake early in the morning tending to their lawns, grooming the hedges, watering the plants, et cetera.
He went inside his house and made his way to the kitchen with the intent of fixing himself something to eat. It wasn't much, just what is considered as breakfast to most people. A few scoops of rice, some beef, and a few pieces of lettuce. Silently, he ate his meal while watching whatever was announced in the news.
"I have to admit. President Valentine really pulled through on that deal," the man thought as he watched the current president of the United States, Sangre E. Valentine, speak on the television. It appears that she was speaking of the current situation regarding the border walls.
To be frank, he never really cared about the 'inhumane' presence of something as simple as a wall. The way he saw it, this protected the country from any external threats. He remembered the day, many years back, where he told the then Presidential Candidate the benefits of a wall.
"Think of it as the membrane of a cell. It keeps everything on the inside protected from all threats while keeping the entire thing sturdy."
It was really a surprise that Sangre E. had used those exact words when it came to her decision of erecting the border walls a few years ago. Currently, she's on her second term as president.
Just as he had finished his meal, he heard something going on outside. Looks like some of the kids were awake. He can hear them giggling and laughing. They must be playing around with one another. Cleaning up his table and keeping away the dish, he goes to the nearest window and looks outside. He could see that some children were rapidly chasing someone. He glanced to the right just in time to see something blur straight past his very eyes.
Quickly, he stepped back, feeling something prick at the back of his neck. It was something that always happened when something dangerous was within a 15-meter vicinity of him. Still, that didn't make sense to him. Why would the children chase after something that moves that quickly? He was going to have to investigate this matter. He stepped out of the door and saw that the children were on the sidewalk just in front of his lawn, looking at something to his left. Turning his head to where they were looking, the man was greeted with a startling sight.
A young girl, around a few years old (perhaps just around ten years, he reckons) with deathly pale skin and wearing a plain white gown that reaches to her ankles. Black shoes with loose, light gray socks covered her feet. Her hair was long, reaching down to her thighs. But it was her eyes that drew most of his attention.
They were pitch-black save for the pupils that were deathly white like her skin.
Oh, and she was phasing through the driver side door of his Hummer H1.
"What the hell?" His voice was gruff, the kids could tell.
For a moment, no one moved or made a sound. From the looks of it, the children were panicking at the sight of the man rather than the girl phasing out of the H1's driver side door. He couldn't really blame them, either.
He was massive, at 7'4" or 223.52 centimeters in height, with a muscular build to go along with it. Most of his clothing consisted of military-themed clothes, much like the black sleeveless shirt and the jungle camouflage cargo pants he was wearing, complimented by the black combat boots and fingerless combat gloves. His strong features were accented by various scars and dark blue tribal tattoos clearly seen on his exposed skin, the most obvious being the large slash vertically going through his right eye. His own hair, in stark contrast to the pale girl's own, was kept short in a buzz-cut style. It was concealed with a dull red bandana that covered the top of his head. His eyes were another contrast to the girl's. Where hers were lively despite the pitch-black color, his were a steel gray. They were the kind of eyes that had seen everything, a soldier's dead eyes.
Going by that and the fact that one of the kids was caught in his car, it was safe to say that they were justified in their fright.
The girl that was currently poking her head out of his car's door froze like a deer in headlights. The man simply raised an eyebrow before speaking.
"Alright, I'm giving you a few seconds to explain what the hell you are doing in my car," he spoke to the pale-skinned girl, arms crossing over his chest.
One of the other kids, a girl with long yellow kept in braids and wearing a long-sleeved shirt, quickly approached the girl in the car and spoke for the girl. "She must be mute," the man analyzed.
"We're sorry, sir," the blonde girl spoke, "we were just playing tag and Erma here," she gestured to the girl still phasing her head out of his car's door, "thought it would be funny if she hid here."
"Aw man, I was so hoping to use this," another kid, a boy with brown hair and wearing a hooded jacket, moaned as he cradled what appears to be a 9-Iron in his hands.
The other kids tensed when the man craned his head to look at the boy with the 9-Iron. It really was a good thing he had come out earlier; otherwise, he would have to deal with a broken car window and some panicking brats.
The boy, noticing the stern gaze, quickly hid the golfing tool behind his back and whistling in an innocent manner. The large man grunted before turning back to the blonde girl and the now-named Erma.
"You kids better buzz off; I don't like having to deal with little brats this early in the morning." Wisely heeding the large man's words, the blonde girl and Erma quickly moved from the car and out into the sidewalk. The blonde simply running back to the other kids and Erma phasing through the entire car.
Once they were completely reunited, the gang of kids began to run away from his house, heading to a collection of houses that made up the cul-de-sac.
When the large man was out of their sight, the blonde girl punched the hoodie-wearing boy in the shoulder.
"Ow! What the heck was that for?!" He yelped at the blonde, whose heated glare was staring right at him.
"Were you seriously thinking about breaking the window of a car that belongs to that guy?!" She exclaimed at him.
"I'm starting to see why he's the dumb muscle of the group," another girl, sporting frizzy hair and some freckles, said in annoyance.
"You stay outta this, Sidney!" The boy said heatedly, never taking his eyes off of the blonde girl. "Besides, what's the worst that could happen? Erma could've probably taken him," he finished with speaking.
The aforementioned girl simply deadpanned at the boy before smacking him lightly across the noggin with her hair, earning a pained glare from him.
"What? It's the truth! Guys like him are just all talk anyway," the hoodie wearing kid said as they stopped in front of one house in particular.
"I dunno," a boy with freckles and wearing a striped shirt spoke up, his voice skittish. "That guy seemed off to me."
"Yeah, I agree, Connor," the blonde girl replied. "There's something about that guy that felt really weird."
"Oh come on, Amy," the kid in the hoodie spoke up, "we're hanging out with a half-ghost girl since babyhood. It's probably just some supernatural stuff that comes with her." When they turned to the aforementioned child, she simply shook her head at that claim.
It appears that something strange is afoot in Blairwood, and it's not centered around Erma or her friends this time.
An hour later and the day was truly starting up with many adults already leaving their houses and bade farewell to their spouses as they traveled to work.
In one particular household, Erma was eating breakfast with her mother and father. It was your typical American breakfast, with Erma quickly eating up whatever scraps are left in the bowl.
"Erma, don't rush when you're eating, you'll choke on something," her mother began in a soft yet firm voice. Erma's mother, Emiko Williams (née Yureimoto), was a slim woman with deathly pale skin, much like her daughter. She too wore a white gown that fell down to just above her feet. Her own hair covered her eyes from the front and flowed down just a little bit past her own shoulders.
Erma obeyed what her mother had told her and ate at a more normal pace. Her own father gave a light chuckle at this, like it was an everyday occurrence for the family.
Erma's father, Samuel Williams (Better known simply as Sam Williams), was a man of average yet healthy build, sporting a black t-shirt under a yellow unbuttoned t-shirt and some form fitting pants and shoes. His hair was slightly messy and his warm eyes were complimented by a pair of glasses with squared lenses.
The family of three simply ate their meal before preparing for the rest of the day. In a few minutes, Erma was by the bus stop waiting for the school bus along with her friends. Accompanying Erma was her mother, giving her a lunch bag and giving her daughter a hug. Although judging by her face, Erma was pretty embarrassed at having her mother hug her in public. She began to struggle her way out of her mother's embrace, eliciting a chuckle from her.
"Alright, alright, I get it, sweetie. I'm embarrassing you," Emiko's smirking face showed that she was amused at her daughter's reluctance on parental love especially in public.
As the children were getting on the bus, Erma and her friends couldn't help but notice the same man earlier this morning going out for a walk, clothes unchanged from the last time they had seen him.
"Oh look, it's that big guy again," one of her schoolmates said as they too noticed the man walking past the bus. Judging by the turn he made at the sidewalk, looks like he's heading further into town. But why walk when he has a car?
Erma and the other kids couldn't think of this any further as the bus began its merry way to Blairwood Elementary School. They wouldn't be seeing him anytime soon, it would seem.
Or so they would think.
The man approached a nearby shop, taking care as to not bump into anyone on the way. Hard to do so considering the massive size that he had. Still, he managed and had walked through the doors of the shop, taking in the merchandise on display. There were boxes of varying sizes and colors, each marked with different types of ammunition, displayed in glass and on shelves. Various types of firearms ranging from compact handguns to big bore hunting rifles were on proud display as well.
This was a gun shop, the only one in Blairwood. Manowar Guns is what it is called, and they have a history of selling some rather high-end, custom firearms and ammunition for those with the money to pay for it.
He made his way to the counter.
"What can I get you, old chum?" The man behind the counter greeted him. He was a Swedish man, standing at 6'6" or 198.12 centimeters tall, with an athletic build. He wore an interesting shirt, which sported silver polygons that mimic plates of armor that framed his chest and abdominal muscles. A squared head with strong features, much like that man that had entered his gun shop, with signs of a beard and mustache growing. His steel-blue eyes are hidden behind a pair of shades. His top sported a rather short Mohawk hairstyle, warm brown much like his beard and mustache.
"Joakim," the man began, "I'll have my usual order." The man behind the counter, Joakim, nodded.
"Shipped to your address, like always?" To Joakim's surprise, the man shook his head.
"I'll bring the case home with me," the man said, fishing out his wallet and placing the amount of cash needed to play for his order; seven thousand, seven hundred and thirty four US dollars ($7734 USD), quite the sizeable amount of cash for anyone to see just lying in one's wallet.
Joakim simply nodded at that and went inside the back room to collect the large man's order. In a few moments, he reemerged carrying a large crate and sets it on the counter.
"Alright then, here you are," Joakim hands the crate to the large man who takes it and nods.
"Thanks again, Joakim," the man said before making his way out of the store. The man steps out into the pavement and begins to walk back. He passed by a few other stores as well. Being a relatively small town, there were no skyscrapers, just apartment buildings and the like. There were a few diners as well as different kinds of restaurants serving different kinds of meals.
He then passes by a few teenagers that were rushing somewhere, probably going to watch a new movie being released. He wasn't really in the mood of thinking about that right now.
Soon, he was passing by Blairwood Elementary School, taking note of the children playing in the school's own playground. "Must be recess," he thought as he watched the children play. He could see a few teachers as well, probably there to ensure the safety of the children.
His eyes then fell upon a familiar group of children, the very same ones that he had met early in the morning. One of them was named Erma, if he remembered it right.
He was going continued on his way back to his house when something had caught his eye. One of the children playing wasn't human; at least, not completely human.
She sported features similar to a rat's, for she had a tail sticking out from under her skirt, claws instead of nails on her fingers, and the tell-tale snout of a rat.
That didn't sit well with him. Were his [Enemies] already making a move? That would make sense, Valentine had warned him that they would be operating quickly in any areas they were suspected to be in.
Time to head home. However, just as he was about to make his way back, he heard some of the kids screaming prompting him to turn his head to see what was going on.
He was met with a baseball hitting him in the face for his troubles. It didn't hurt that much, living the life he did, but he would be lying if he said he didn't feel a thing.
Sonuvabitch that struck him right on the nose. The ball would've fell onto the pavement had he not grab it out of sheer reflex. As soon as he was done straightening out his nose, he looks to where the ball had come from.
"This ball yours?" He held up the object in question to which the kids nodded while the teachers were watching with tense faces. He sets down the crate he was carrying and crossed the street to where the school playground was.
"Next time," he spoke up, "try to keep the ball in the field." With that he simply tossed the ball back to them. Then he saw something interesting.
Erma's hair extended and grabbed the ball mid-air, making the man raise an eyebrow in response.
"Nice moves, kid," he commented out loud, noting at how quick the child's reaction time is. She seemed to smile at that as her hair shortened back to their apparent normal length before heading back to rejoin her friends. The man simply turned back and crossed the street once more and grabbed his crate.
Just as he had touched the crate, he had felt something [Bizarre] nearby, coming up to his location.
He moved his eyes to the sides, trying to find whatever is causing that sensation. Then he heard the sound of something moving towards him. It sounded like scratching wooden planks. Judging by the direction, it was coming from his right side. Turning his head, he sees another strange sight for the day.
There was a child looking at him, this one sporting the same features as the other kid; features of a rodent, a rat to be specific. Actually, when he got a better look, the kid looked more rat than human… Hmm, odd.
"What the hell?" He muttered as he saw this child approach him.
"Hello, mister," damn, the kid's voice is squeaky too. Against his paranoid side, he responded.
"Yes, is there something you need, kid?" The kid simply shook his head.
"What's with the box, mister?"
"This? Oh it's just something I've picked up from the store. No need to worry your little head over it," he answered before taking his leave.
And then something struck him in the back of the head, sending him crashing into the ground, directly atop the crate.
The good news was that the crate was sturdy, made out of metal. The bad news was that he crashed right into it, the crate impacting against his gut, knocking some wind out of him.
"Hrk!" He grunted as he fell, feeling something pushing him.
"A-are you alright, mister?" The rat-child was still near him. He glanced towards the kid, noting that he was fine, seeing shadows creeping up on them both.
No choice, he was going to have to use [It] for this.
Subtly, he moved his right arm and positioned his fingers and thumb to point directly forward. There was no room for error, so he had to make sure that it would not jeopardize the rat-child in any manner.
In the blink of an eye, five bright silver chains erupted from his knuckles and shot past his hand and the rat-child. Running through each link of each chain were sturdy cords, dark blue in contrast. The long chains sported scythe-like blades, each one as long as the corresponding fingers of a human hand.
With a mental command, the chains quickly wrapped around the rat-child and pulled him aside just as the shadows leapt out of the ground to strike. Five more chains erupted from his left hand and pulled himself and his crate to a safer area.
Quickly thinking, the man placed the rat-child behind the safety fence of the school with the other children while he propelled himself away from them.
"Whoa! Look at that!" One of the kids exclaimed, pointing at the mass of shadows that had erupted from the ground. So these kids can see it? Dammit, that makes his job dealing with this a lot more difficult. His right hand's fingers quickly mimicked holding a handgun. Within a blink of an eye, an actual handgun had appeared in his hand!
It resembled the Magnum Research Desert Eagle Mark XIX handgun but with a few embellishments. A coin emblem decorated each side of the handgun's synthetic grips. A rail system was added to the top of the barrel, almost the same length as the rail system underneath the barrel. Oddly, the trigger was blued. The rest of the gun was black, with the slides and the rail systems being chrome in color.
ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-
"[Metal Machine – Screaming Eagle]!" with that mental command, the handgun had fully materialized in his right hand and he aimed it at the mass of shadows.
Pressing the trigger, the handgun gives out a mighty roar as it sends a .5-inch/12.7mm round flying straight into the center of the mass of shadows. The mass of shadows gave out a wordless screech before directing its attention to who shot it. It was fast, quickly closing the distance between it and him. The man continued to use the primary parts of his [Stand], [Metal Machine], to keep some form of distance between himself and his enemy. Aiming the handgun, Screaming Eagle, he fires again, the round hitting the mass of shadows directly in what he assumes as its chest. He grabbed its attention as well as that of the bystanders.
After all, it's not every day you see a large man suddenly go flying from an unseen force or a mass of shadows forming a large creature.
The man noted that the creature was growing rapidly, taking nearby shadows into its own body as raw material for its growth. No doubt about it, this is the work of an [Enemy Stand]!
One of the children, the very same girl that he had seen phase through his Hummer's door rushed in. Whether it was to get a closer look or to help, he didn't know.
"Kid," he called out, his voice reaching her ears in a second, "you better get the hell out of here!" The girl, Erma, either stubbornly refused or disregarded his warning before she did something that took him by surprise.
Her hair extended and began to strike at the mass of shadows as if they were blades. Unfortunately for her, her hair blades simply went straight through it.
Her eyes went wide. Whatever is attacking this man, it wasn't affected by her hair… alright, if physical attacks won't work, then perhaps some telekinesis.
Erma held out her hands and focused. Her eyes focused entirely on the strange creature, drowning out the cheers of her classmates and the shouts of warnings from her teachers.
The creature didn't move. It was unaffected by her telekinesis. Without giving her ample time to react to this outcome, the creature swatted her away.
It appears that the creature stopped growing as well and began to take shape. It looked thin, like a skeletal figure would, and was pitch black in color. No other color could be discerned from it, with the exception of dark red that makes up for a multitude of its eyes. Its legs were long, each ending in scythe-like claws. Its arms were just as long, if not longer, ending in large scythe-like blades. Whatever it was, the shadows from nearby objects were also being absorbed from the surroundings. Not good.
ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-ゴ-
"SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The creature screeched at the child and lunged at her. Erma phased through the ground, causing the creature to miss and instead hit the school's fence. The man cursed under his breath before using Metal Machine to dig its scythe-tipped chains into the creatures back. It screeched and began to buck around, trying to remove the scythes from its body. The man simply reeled himself into the creature and fired another round straight into its head, causing it to screech even louder and start trash about. It was a good thing that the people around were wise enough to steer clear of the trashing creature that had literally emerged from the ground.
Erma reemerged from the ground, appearing next to Connor and sporting a confused expression across her pale face. What the heck was that thing?! First it somehow phased through her hair, then it wasn't affected by her telekinesis, and finally it nearly took her head off! Alright, first thing when she gets back home is to ask her mother on what other supernatural entities exist.
Seeing that the creature was within the school grounds, she was going to have to deal with it first.
Something shot past her and Erma and her friends could see that the large man from before had been thrown off the creature. The man seemed to have the hang of it as well, rapidly digging his feet into the ground and using those weird scythe thingies floating near him to get a better grip on the group and slow himself down.
That's so cool!
The shadow creature took notice of the many children around it and of the teachers as well. It began to make chase, causing everyone to scatter in hopes to evade the monster.
"Dammit," the man muttered, slowly righting himself and aiming Screaming Eagle right at the shadow creature. "Whatever this Stand is, it's not fragile, I'll give it that," he spoke before firing two .50-inch rounds at the creature. One round went straight through its shoulder and the other blew out three of its dark red eyes.
"SKREEEAGH!"
The shadow creature bellowed out before glaring at the man who had hurt it. It immediately abandoned the easier prey and went straight for its primary target.
Once the monster threw a slash at the man, he used Metal Machine's chains to pull himself to the side, sending the monster straight into a nearby wall, destroying it and causing it to crumble down upon the monster. He landed right on top of the monkey bars within the school's playground. Erma, and anyone else that was still watching it from hiding spots that provided great angles, watched in surprise as his large handgun disappeared from his hands for a new weapon to take its place.
It looked futuristic, with what appears to be three barrels. A large box was inserted in the stock, probably the magazine for the weapon. The weapon was mostly khaki brown with the rest of the body being black.
The shadow creature bursts from the rubble and gives off an ear-piercing screech, causing everyone to cover their eyes in pain.
"[Metal Machine – Gravedigger]!" the shotgun quickly materialized in his two hands before firing at the shadow creature. Ten 10.16mm/.40-inch pellets dug into the surface of the shadow creature's exposed leg, causing it to flail about from the pain.
"Over here!" He called out to the creature, jumping away from the school grounds and into the streets once more. It screeched before chasing after the man.
Materializing the chains of his Stand from his back, he uses them like extra limbs similar to how a spider would use them, greatly adding distance between himself and the chasing creature. The shadow creature bowled over the remnants of the fence and continued to chase the man. Along the way, the man had mentally ordered an extra chain to grab his crate, just as the shadow creature neared it.
In a minute, the two combatants were within the nearby forests of Blairwood. Perfect, the man thought. Just the place, far from prying eyes and without any distractions, too.
Aiming Gravedigger, the man fired another blast of pellets at the shadow creature. With unnerving accuracy it, all ten pellets blew holes into the shadow creature's equivalent of skin.
"SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The screech shattered whatever fragile objects were within the area. This meant that the trees and even the ground cracked under the horrendous sound waves the creature made. Without warning, the creature swung its right arm, the limb extending to reach out and swipe at the man who harmed it.
It was a hit, the man was sent in the direction of the swing's momentum, crashing through a few trees before finally stopping onto a large rock, cracking it but not enough to make it crumble down. The impact made the man lose his grip on his crate as it tumbled into the dirt, breaking the lock and threatening to spill its contents out.
The man moaned from the pain before pulling himself off the rock and stumbling onto his feet. He took a while to steady himself, materializing his shotgun once more before personally grabbing the case with his free hand.
"I gotta bring this sunavabitch down before I head on back. Then I'll see what I can do to pay off damages done to that school," the man thought as he saw the shadow creature slowly prowl towards him. "Alright, this forest has a lot of good cover for me. But then there's also the creature's ability to [Absorb shadows] when it first appeared. Does it get stronger in darker environments? Or is just affecting its size?" He aimed the shotgun with one hand as the shadow creature came closer.
"Shit! No time!" Using his Stand's primary body parts, the man quickly ascends into the higher canopies of the forest, a plan quickly formulating within his mind.
Landing on a large branch, the man begins to check his surroundings. His senses were on high alert as he jumped from branch to branch. Just as he had leapt from his current branch, the shadow creature had made its presence known by smashing through it and sinking its claws deep into the trunks of the surrounding trees.
"SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Jesus Christ, don't you have anything else to say?!" The man blasted the creature's left arm as he chastised it before using the other chains of Metal Machine to restrain it.
"Gotcha!" he makes the chains wrap tighter around the shadow creature while firing five more shots. One hundred and fifty metal pellets drove themselves into the creature's central mass, causing it to screech in more pain.
What the man didn't expect was for the creature to suddenly lash out, breaking free of the chains around its right arm and swiping at him, sending the man crashing through more trees before finally stopping at what appears the be the largest tree in the forest. That single attack caused Gravedigger and Metal Machine's chains to disappear as it had broken the man's concentration. The man felt pain shoot through his left arm. Looking at the appendage in question, the man could see that his left arm was decorated with open gashes, with one in particular being larger than the rest. It was effectively rendered useless for the rest of this fight.
Looking around, the man could see a clearing nearby. Willing Metal Machine to materialize once more, the man swung towards it. Just in time, as the shadow creature had burst through the foliage. Looking back, the man couldn't help but notice something going on with the shadow creature.
It was getting [More agitated] when in dark areas such as in this case of it being under the shade of the canopies of the forest trees, so perhaps this creature had a limit to how much shadows it can absorb into its body safely without going berserk. Otherwise, it would seem, that absorbing too much shadows at once would cause it to lose any for of restraint.
A dangerous Stand ability especially if fought in the proper environment. "I could use this to my advantage," the man mused as he awkwardly swung towards the clearing. "I'll need to be somewhere bright for this," another swing, and he landed into the clearing.
He willed another weapon into existence. This weapon was a long blade, 4 feet/121.92 centimeters in length. The blade was sharp, gleaming in the light thanks to its shiny silver surface. Its grip was separated from the blade by a cross-guard and the end-cap is shaped like an eagle's head.
"Hopefully the reflective surface of Metal Machine's [Motley Crüe] should do the trick." The man thought as he readied himself. The shadow creature showed itself, stalking towards him like a predator cornering its prey. The man simply stood still.
"Come on, you sonuvabitch," he taunted the creature, lowering his stance and held the blade in a reverse grip, "come at me!"
"SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The creature lunged at him, and he responded in kind by lunging at it. Both of them had their killing tools out, ready to end this.
ç===== To Be Continued
[Profile 01]
Name: Boni Andres Iglesias
Namesake: Andres Bonifacio (Philippine Historical Figure); Enrique Iglesias (Spanish Musician)
Age: 45
Height: 7'4"/223.52cm
Weight: 127kg
Sex: Male
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Skin Color: Brown
Eye Color: Steel Gray
Nationality: Filipino
Ethnicity: Cebuano
Stand Name: Metal Machine
Stand User: Boni Andres Iglesias
Namesake: Metal Machine (Sabaton song)
Localization Name: Robot Jellyfish
Destructive Power: A
Endurance: D
Precision: A
Speed: B
Range: S
Developmental Potential: E
Abilities: Hammerspace – Metal Machine grants the user the ability to store various objects within a pocket dimension to use at any given time so long as the object/s in question is/are not alive. Medical supplies, mechanical tools, and lethal weaponry are some of the many objects stored within Metal Machine.
Screaming Eagles – A pair of handguns resembling Magnum Research Desert Eagle Mark XIX handguns, firing the iconic and awesome .50 Action Express rounds, Metal Machine can manifest one or both handguns at any given moment. [Namesake: Screaming Eagles (Sabaton song)]
Gravedigger – A shotgun essentially resembling a large Kel-Tec KSG outfitted with a tactical light and a box magazine. Chambered in 8-Gauge Magnum Shells, it is a powerful weapon for close range and medium range engagements. [Namesake: Gravedigger (Blues Saraceno song)]
Motley Crüe – A 4 foot/121 centimeter long blade that can slice through multiple surfaces. No other abilities were observed from the blade at the current time of recording. [Namesake: Motley Crüe (American Heavy Metal Band)]
[Profile 02]
Stand Name: From Shadows
Stand User:
Unknown
Namesake: From Shadows (Jeff Williams song featuring Casey Lee Williams)
Localization Name: Shadow Creature
Destructive Power: A
Endurance: A
Precision: D
Speed: D
Range: D
Developmental Potential: Unknown
Abilities: Shadow Absorption – From Shadows appears to have the ability to absorb shadows into its body and use it to bolster its defensive and offensive capabilities. As a drawback, however, it loses control and becomes more of a wild beast the more shadows it absorbs into its body.
[EDIT/UPDATE 06-24-2019 A.D. 08:27 PM] – Changed the appearance of some of the weapons and added profiles at the end of the chapter.