Jaune gagged as he crashed onto the bar the telltale rattling of glass suggesting they unintentionally knocked something over. He focused his analysis on her face and of course she now took an openly hostile expression, all pretenses of pleasantness gone. Her thick bracelets unfolded and expanded until they encompassed her forearms and reached over her fists.
'Where the hell are the bouncers?' he thought only then noticing that men in black suits with red sunglasses and ties along with the twins from before had just taken notice and began moving to them. He gasped and realized that if he could distract her long enough then maybe he wouldn't have to fight her, after all he left his armor and weapons in his hotel room. While he didn't need either to fight the girl pinning him to the bar, she clearly was trained in hand to hand combat as was currently better equipped for it.
"Tell me what I want to know or Ember Celica will give you a kiss!" She threatened.
He gagged and she loosened the pressure enough to let him talk before demanding information again. He panicked and squealed "I don't know anything I swear!"
"Wrong answer!" the blond yelled before her fist descended towards his face. Color faded rapidly and he reached for what he hopped was a glass bottle from behind the bar counter, his fingers barely scrapping the lid before it seemed to float into his hand as if someone handed it to him.
"MUDA!" he yelled as the glass bottle collided with the top of the Yang's head shattering and causing her to recoil after her fist collided with the bar-top causing it to explode. He took the opportunity to push himself from under her and scamper toward the exit. He skidded to a halt as armed guards/bouncers raised their weapons and blocked his exit, behind them the rest of the patrons started to flee from the inevitable fight.
Color returned and the twin bouncers pushed themselves to the forefront of the mob of black suited men that surrounded him and the girl he was trying to escape.
"You do hope you will be paying for that." they said in unison.
He raised his hands in a show of pacification "Look, there has been a huge misunderstanding I-"
Instinct kicked in again and he lashed out towards the blond behind him delivering a surprise kick to her stomach, screaming "Muda!" before spinning to face her.
His blood turned to ice when he saw her eyes change from Lilac to Red. All she needed now was raven hair and she could easily pass as the bandit lady's daughter or something. He put his arms up to block her next strike, screaming when a bang sounded and he was propelled over the bar. He shook his hands as his sleeves fell apart, his aura had stopped most of whatever hit him but he could easily confirm that it wasn't just her fist. His forearms protested as he pulled himself up, another reminder why despite his excellent boxing training he preferred the sword and shield, it just hurt too much to use his fists and arms to block and strike.
From behind the bar he analysed Yang as she fight off the black-suited guards, her fighting style was much different than that of the bandit lady, for starters she fought purely as a brawler, nothing about her stance and movements suggested she had any proficiency in anything other than that style. Of the many styles of boxing Dio had told him about, 'brawling' was one of the most foreword and aggressive, a fairly sharp contrast to his style which Dio referred to as 'classical' and claimed was better based on it's elegance and how it mixed offence and defense in more equal measures.
Second were her gauntlets, which not only could fold onto themselves until they resembled thick bracelets, but were also mini-shotguns with the swing of her fist activating both the triggering and loading mechanism. A simple concept with from what he was seeing a simple and straight foreword operating method. He quietly cooed like a fan-girl and mentally slapped himself for not thinking of similar or simply going with normal gauntlets when he was deciding between studying swordsmanship or staying with his boxing training.
'I can do both of course. I can wear specialty gauntlets and fight with them if I lose my sword and shield again.' He realized as he began sulking towards the exit only stopping when 3 hostile guards with swords appeared before him and attacked. He started dodging backwards, failing to land a few punches as he went, his instinct wasn't kicking in and things weren't slowing down either, forcing him to keep dodging backwards to avoid the sharp blades.
Something hard slammed into the side of his head and he flew like a cannon ball through the crowd of men taking the twin in white with him, slamming head first into her teeth as he flew. He bounced once and wrapped his arms around the lady launched with him and collided back-first into one of the glass columns. As it shattered around him she pushed herself out of his grip and stood up to deliver a snap-kick to his face which knocked him to the ground. Without aura it would likely have knocked out 2 or 3 of his teeth, but he didn't concern himself with that as she rose her leg up to deliver an ax-kick.
Color faded as the kick descended, he scrambled out just in time getting a grazing hit and stood from her a meter away, he held his arms out in an attempt to pacify her and she spun to deliver a roundhouse kick as he opened his mouth. He caught it mid swing and he spun using all the momentum his body could muster to lift, spin then hopefully throw her onto something or someone. Her other foot swung toward his undefended head and he let her go before it could connect. She twirled in mid air with the grace of an acrobat before landing perfectly on her feet a few meters away with a scowl. He tensed up as he saw her leg muscles bulge under her stockings, her scowling face transforming into one of complete hostility, her eyes locked and focused on him and him alone. He though there was a chance of negotiating with her or settling the fight without more violence, her face betraying her thoughts and intentions that had told him otherwise.
As Melanie charged at him Jaune tried focusing his will, trying to make things slow down. If it was truly one of his abilities or his semblance then he should logically be able to force it to activate it to some degree by his will alone rather than just as a reflexive action. To his distinct pleasure it worked and he watched as most of the color faded while she started slowly performing a spinning jump kick, he backed up slightly to avoid her as a newer distorted sound reached his ears. He turned around and saw in extremely slow-motion Yang leaping towards him, knocking aside the last of the black suited men with Miltia in hot pursuit. What shocked him most was the fact that the girl's hair was on fire, or it seemed like it was, despite this she pushed onward fist thrown back and ready to deliver what would no doubt be an extremely powerful and no doubt painful blow.
"What in za warudo?" He blurted out, biting his tongue mid sentence, distorting his words.
A black wave emanated from him obliterated all color and sound, not a single trace or hint left like it would be when everything slowed down, just mono-chrome people and objects all in black, white and grey frozen in silence. He froze in place as a completely new sensation took over his senses, feeling dizzy, confused and anxious all in one. He put his hand to his head and stopped in shock as he found that despite the mono-chrome surrounding, his skin and apparel did not lose any color like when things slowed down for him before. Against the backdrop of mono-chrome colors he almost seemed to glow, he couldn't understand it at all. This shouldn't happen, it was impossible, it was almost as if he had stopped time. A loud tick like that of a mechanical grand father clock echoed, the sudden sound frightening him.
"Hello?" he called his voice echoing, the returning echo sending a slight chill own his spine.
"Is anyone there?" he tried again and was met with a second tick of the phantom grand father clock.
Nervous he looked around to frozen faces and eyes that refused to fully meet his, this felt unnatural, and he felt a sudden fear go through him as the isolation became apparent. Did he push his abilities too far and slow everything down to the point that it seemed as if everything had stopped? He gulped nervously, if that was the case how would he reverse this? Could he reverse this? He had to try something, before it was all instinctive and activated if he was in extreme danger. This was the first time he actively tried forcing time to slow down and logically if he could force time to slow down for him, he could hopefully speed it up just enough for it to move at the normal rate. He just hopped that it wouldn't require too much trial and error. The question now being 'how'?
'here goes nothing.' He thought as he stretched his arms and legs noticing something strange as he did.
His pocket watch, a gift from his father for his 10th birthday had both fallen out of his pocket and opened. He held it in his hand and examined it. It had a silver cover with a design that mirrored one that might be found on the classical gentleman's watch. The interior was much the same except the lid had a photo of his family on it. The glass of the dial was transparent and allowed him to see the mechanism as it worked to keep track of time for him. Despite it's old style it had enough modern machinery in it so that he wouldn't need to twist a dial every few hours to keep it working, instead it ran on a small battery the size of a coin that fit perfectly in the back of the watch. Attached to it was a long elegant and ascetically pleasing silver chain welded to a clip he currently had attached to the belt loop by the pocket he kept it in, the chain long enough for him to pull it out of his pocket and hold it in front of him without the discomfort a shorter chain would give him.
Oddly enough the watch was still functional although it seemed to be going at a slow rate, much slower than he expected but much, much, MUCH faster than everything in the surroundings. He looked at it and mused as the device's second's hand ticked one second onward.
"Huh." his voice echoed over the 3rd tick of the phantom grand-father clock.
"It's like time has begun to move again or something." he spoke out loud.
Color rushed into everything around him and with it came Yang screaming over the music of the night club. He felt her gauntlet and fist collide with his left temple while Melanie's bladed boot met his right temple, a blast from the gauntlet propelled him onto the twin who in turn spun around to knock him to the side and place her other foot into Yang's sternum, knocking her back while Miltia swiped at her back.
Jaune groaned as he watched Yang fight off the twins, he felt weak, like he might after performing heavy exercise for a long period of time, the two flanking hits from the twin in white and the blond girl only making it worse. He dragged himself to one of the private booths to recover while the trio fought it out behind him. He half slid, half crawled onto what he assumed was one of the benches of the private booth and forced himself into a sitting position. His hands were shaking too much, and he could barely control his body's movements, and his vision was apparently distorted a little as he watched 3 colors move about the dance floor and yell at each other, the ringing in his ears preventing him from actually making out anything while a strange stinging sensation emerged from the spot where the bladed heel met him. If he was correct the hits to his head were causing him to suffer some kind of shock that distorted his brain waves or simply put; scrambled his head. He groaned and wished he knew more about how the human brain actually worked, then he might have a better idea of what he was dealing with and how long it would last.
He had a sudden theory and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to test it out. He focused his will and surely enough color faded from the trio until he could barely distinguish them apart and they slowed down considerably. Despite being what video games and other media might refer to as being 'stunned' he could still alter the flow of time. He tried to calm down, he needed to in order to focus on recovery. After what felt like minutes his hands stopped trembling, the ringing and stinging stopped, his vision returned and despite the amount of time that he thought had passed the trio had barely moved. He got up and looked at his watch.
Yep, despite what he perceived to be several minutes turned out to be barely seconds. He confirmed two things as he got back up stuffing his pocket watch back into his pocket. 1; he could still control the flow of time despite any injury or any altered mental state he had, at least while he was still conscious. 2; he could use his aura to recover from these while he was slowing down time.
These 2 facts meant that if he was inebriated, incapacitated or anything other than healthy and uninjured he could essentially heal himself in what everyone else perceived to be mere seconds, a major advantage in any fight. Just how much he could use this apparent ability and what exactly it applied to was something he would need to research on his own in a controlled environment like Beacon's training rooms. To do so he would need to get away from this brawl and seeing that the only people capable of stopping him now were currently locked in battle he made his way to the exit.
He rounded the corner and froze as the bearded bartender that left him to speak to the flamboyant ginger swing a giant club at him. Ghostly arms materialized for a split second as it hit, apparently absorbing most of the damage the swing would have caused but preventing or maybe caused him to sail through the air onto the dance floor crashing onto something soft.
He scrambled to his feet as Yang did while swinging her fists at him, since she got him into this mess he decided to returned the complements in kind.
"Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda!" He yelled as she screamed at him. He could tell she was getting more and more frustrated as her aggressive but calculated attacks transformed into wild frenzied swinging. He smiled as he willed time to slow down just enough to allow him to avoid or redirect the blasts from her shotgun gauntlets while landing his barrage of hits on her.
"MUDA!" he screamed at the top of his lungs as he delivered a powerful blow to her muscular stomach, knocking her backwards off her feet. She was probably done fighting now, thank Dio for that because he wasn't sure how much more bare-knuckle boxing his hands and wrists could take.
He looked up to see the man with the club smile as it transformed into a bazooka. He gasped as several missiles launched towards him. 'Oh gods, I am going to die a -'. he thought before a simple realization hit him. He focused his will, and smiled as the missiles began slowing down mid flight. He began making his way to the bar but stopped as something snagged at his mind. He looked back and saw the girl as she descended to the ground in slow motion a strange look of horror on her face.
He paused to wonder if he should help her avoid the missiles, she was the cause of this whole mess and deserved to take the full force of the blast, but even considering that made him feel guilty. She looked so helpless as she descended to the floor in slow motion and just abandoning her like that, even though she started this fight, just didn't sit well with him. He decided to do the more 'moral' thing and help her by grabbing her by the arms and pulled her to safety with him. Color returned as the missiles detonated on the part of the dance floor they were just on, Jaune glanced at the faces of his attackers and noted that they were in various states of surprise by what they no doubt perceived to be a sudden speed boost from him.
"Th-, thank you?" Yang managed to say, as shocked as the twins and man were.
"Yeah, thank me when we get out of here." Jaune responded.
"You're not going anywhere blonde!" Junior called.
Jaune looked to their expressions that rapidly returned to one of hostility, the minor details of their expressions not normally seen or detected by regular people told him that this was beyond the point of no return. It was either beat all 3 of them or possibly die. He focused his vision on each of them and began to formulate a plan.
The man did appear to be strong and tough considering how well he handled the bazooka/club but he was currently standing between him and the exit, if he was to escape he would need to get by him no matter what, thankfully he seemed to lack the speed needed to keep up with him when he slowed time. The other problem came in the form of the twins in red and white thankfully with enough minor details to their apparel to distinguish them apart even in slow motion. They seemed confident the man would support them while they worked together to flank and gang up on him the moment he made a move. Then came his newest fr-enemy Yang, the aggressive brawler currently best equipped for this battle despite being slightly shaken, she could probably fight off the twins while he dealt with the man and made his way to safety. Providing of course that she didn't turn on him in an instant. In the end he would need to depend on Yang, whether she turned on him or not. No matter what she did next it would ruin someones plan and likely help him escape in the end.
"Well good luck with this." Jaune stated as he began making his way to the door, pausing when he felt Yang grab his wrist.
"You're just going to leave me?" Yang barked.
"You got me into this mess, you-" before Jaune could complete is sentence he heard a click and several whistling sounds and pushed Yang away, ghostly arms materializing and providing extra momentum, her surprised form obscured by a sudden explosion that hit the spot where she was.
He jumped backwards and forced himself into a strait standing position with his feet pointed towards the blast, as he predicted he felt the force of the explosion mostly on his feet and legs rather than his whole body. While bad for his feet and legs it had oddly enough ensured that he was going to receive less overall injury, especially to his vital organs and glands. However it had the unwanted and bizarre effect of propelling him further like a missile. He tilted his head backwards to see where he was flying and screamed 'why!' as the collision course was set.
Junior's eyes widened as his horizontal swing missed the blond missile screaming "WWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" and the boy's head slammed into his guts, causing him to bend double as he was lifted off his feet and into the door of his club. The blond stood sharply to his feet a second later and Junior kicked him towards the twins, willing himself not to puke as he got up using his club as a crutch.
"Great job! Now deal with these two!" he heard the blond girl yell as she shoved the boy towards his most competent bouncers Melanie and Miltia Malachite. She charged and jumped at him, screaming like a mad woman as her hair practically exploded in flame and her eyes turned blood red, he lost consciousness when her fist connected with his face.
/=== Junior Xiong temporarily retired ====/
Jaune gagged and cursed as he was shoved onto the dance floor with the angry twins. That bitch left him to deal with the twins, he was barely in any shape to fight! He wasn't even sure if his neck and spine were still intact from the collision with the bearded bazooka man. The only reason his vertebrae was probably damaged, instead of certainly crushed was because the ghostly hands had appeared and along with his aura absorbed most of the impact, and while he was beyond thankful for those mercies it still left him off balance with pain in his neck and upper back which he hopped he could recover from.
The twins both dashed towards him, Melanie swung to kick him in the face and he ducked under it, while Miltia lunged her claws towards him, he jumped back and flew several meters as Melanie slammed both of her bladed heels into his chest and pushed off, twisting then landing perfectly on her feet.
He groaned and climbed onto his feet setting himself in a standard boxing stance as the twins came at him again. He focused his will and time began to slow for him, as it did he ducked under Miltia's claws and made a snap kick to the back of her knee, forcing her to fall into a kneeling position. Melanie swung next aiming to deliver a low kick that would have hit him if he was still distracted by Miltia, he countered by punching her in the thigh causing her to spin off balance and trip away from them. Color returned as Jaune swung his fist towards Miltia's back, to his surprise she pulled her arm over her shoulder in time to block his fist perfectly. He recoiled as the pain of punching thin sharp strips of metal at full force registered in his brain and Melanie returned kicking at him as she did. He jumped back to avoid it as both twins had gotten to their feet and charged him again, he forced time to slow down to allow himself time to think.
Miltia should not have blocked him like she did, she wasn't facing him, she was kneeling and the block was too precise, which resulted in him punching the sharp edge of her two blade-like claws with the soft muscles between his knuckles. As he landed he jumped foreword landing his fists in both their guts, forcing time to slow down just long enough to prevent them from properly blocking or avoiding it. Melanie bent double over his fist while Miltia flew back.
He took the opportunity to strike at Melanie, who had surprisingly blocked it perfectly with a scorpion kick. He growled and looked down at the dance floor, it wasn't reflecting anything so she wasn't responding to his strikes due to his reflection, and even then it was again too perfect a block for that. He focused his vision and willed time to slow more in his attempt to get a glimpse of something, anything because the way these two were blocking him when they logically shouldn't be able to, at least not to that degree of precision suggested something unnatural.
He thought he saw something, and focused his vision more on it. It appeared to be a transparent and ghostly antenna of some kind, attached to Melanie's spine and neck almost like it was grafted onto it with some bizarre mix of flesh and metal. He paused, that was not there before, if it was he would have noticed it earlier. He looked up at Miltia as she was finishing her mid air flip and began twisting to land perfectly on the ground, both eyes watching him. He focused his vision on her and saw the same thing, he recognized it for what it was relatively quickly. It was a stand, one both of them shared.
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Stand name: ?
Destructive power; ?
Speed; ?
Range; ?
Durability/staying; ?
Precision; ?
Development potential/Learning; ?
User: Miltiades "Miltia" Malachite and Melanie Malachite
Abilities: Uncertain
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A thought crossed his mind and he forced time to move slower again before delivering a slow moving strike that combined with the slow motion of time would appear to them like a standard attack. He then forced his fist out of Melanie's stomach and used that arm to cover her eyes, nose and ears before altering his 'attack's' trajectory enough to hit a different part of her back and turned to watch Miltia. When he felt Melanie's bladed heel block his new 'attack' he gasped and lost his focus. Melanie did 'see' his attacks coming as if she was looking at him because her sister 'saw' it coming, whatever one twin was sensing or perceiving was being sensed by the other one as well! He paid for his loss of focus when color returned and Melanie delivered a scorpion kick to his face causing him to let go of her and recoil several steps away. Was he bleeding? he looked at his hands. Yep he was bleeding.
"He figured it out Miltia." Melanie said as she straitened herself.
"Yes. He knows Salt-N-Pepa's ability now Melanie." Miltia responded as she stood next to her sister. Jaune swore, he was practically fighting 2 people who shared a hive mind with a very weak and depleted aura, the bleeding being a very good indicator of this. He had to know more if he was going to figure out how to win.
"Can it do anything else? Or are you limited to just sharing sensory information?" Jaune asked. Their silence was telling, but the subtle change in their expressions confirmed they weren't hiding any other secrets about their stand from him, it may not even be able to attack him, but it was the twins he was more worried about.
He focused and tried to force time to slow down again only getting more and more tired the slower he tried to make it go. He grunted as he barely blocked Melanie's low kick and Miltia's high swing, they were trying to distract him by attacking him at the same, the ability to do two separate tasks at once with two separate limbs or in this case block two attacks that came at two different parts of him was something he did not possess. And without his ability to slow time down to the extent he wanted to, they were quickly wearing him down, he was getting more and more tired the longer he was keeping it up. His vision swam and one of his eyes started going lazy, even when the ghostly limbs of what he could safely guess was his stand finally emerged to provide some much needed force to block the hits, his own attempts were becoming more and more sluggish, slower, weaker and lazy as he tried to keep up with their barrage of unison attacks and follow-ups.
He couldn't take much more of this, surely enough he failed to as Melanie tripped him and Miltia slammed her claws into his stomach tearing through cloth and flesh alike. Only by the grace of his stand's arms grabbing the blades along with his own did they not dig deeper as he tried with what little strength he had left to try and pry them out or keep them from going deeper. He gasped as Melanie raised her foot up, presumably to stomp him with her bladed heels while Miltia raised her other set of claw up ready to slash at him, he was now defenseless and completely at their mercy.
He heard a feminine scream and both twins jumped away from him to avoid Yang. He tried to warn her about them but she was already gone. The two split up to flank her and Yang perused Miltia, Yang would get flanked and beaten like him if the twin's strategy worked. He needed to help her somehow, but how could he, he had almost no strength left, no weapons, and couldn't slow time down anymore. How could he defeat a set of twins who could sense and feel what the each other was sensing and feeling?
Melanie jumped to kick Yang while she was blocking Miltia's attacks and to her surprise something collided with her. She tumbled to the edge of the dance floor away from her sister as something flopped onto her. It was the blond boy who started this mess, he apparently still had enough strength in him to be a nuisance. She twisted under him and kneed him in the side, he gasped and she felt something shift in his rib cage as his arms flopped to her sides. She growled and began pushing him off her when she saw the arms of his stand materialize and grip her by the sides. Before she could react they began moving up and down in rapid succession.
She tried to resist, tried to free herself but eventually buckled and tried force the ghostly hands off her with her elbows as he tickled her. She burst into laughter and her sister struggled to keep back Yang's onslaught as she felt the tickling sensation through her sides as well, her biological instincts demanding she put her arms down to protect herself from her 'attacker' while she tried to force them in front of her to stop Yang from hurting her.
Melanie kicked at Jaune with little effect, and he had apparently put the last of his strength into tickling her. He was exploiting the weakness in their stand's ability. It made both twins feel whatever one was feeling, and because Melanie was being ticked by Jaune her sister also was being tickled by him as their stand relayed everything they were seeing and feeling in real time. The tickling was distracting Miltia in her fight, preventing her from fully focusing and fending off Yang. While Melanie started to feel the pain her sister was feeling when Yang's hits finally started to land with greater effect.
The bizarre combination of both pain from being punched by Yang and the childish joy of being ticked by Jaune flooded their senses and effectively destroyed their defense. Continuing until Yang delivered the final blow knocking Miltia through one of the class columns by edge of the dance floor rendering her unconscious, the feedback of it passing through to Melanie and also rendering her unconscious.
/===Miltiades "Miltia" Malachite temporarily retired===/
/===Melanie Malachite temporarily retired===/
Yang breathed a sigh of relief before she went and lifted Jaune up by the back of his shirt and threw him over her shoulder. She had no idea what he did but whatever it was it worked wonders. Yes, it was bizarre that the red-dressed twin suddenly started laughing and moved as if to try and cover herself like she was being tickled by someone, since she grew up with Ruby and occasionally did that to her she knew basically what it looked like. And because Jaune had helped her, even after she threatened him, attacked him, then threw him at the two while she went for Junior whom he had weakened for her, she felt like the least she could do is carry him out of the club. And maybe to get his stomach wound looked at since he was now starting to bleed on her good jacket. She tossed her hair to the side to prevent any blood from getting into it and heard him mumble something.
"There, there, Jaune. Don't worry I'll get you some place where we can get that wound looked at." She cooed, a moment later he mumbled something.
"Don't worry we'll be there soon." She said as she stepped out of the club and to her delight saw a familiar figure in red.
"Yang is that you?" she called.
"Oh, hey sis." Yang called back.
"What are you doing here?"
"Right now dealing with this guy." Yang shifted Jaune over her shoulder.
She froze when she heard the sirens of police cars approaching and internally cursed 'if they questioned me now I'm going to be in big trouble.' she looked at her sister then back at the boy. Her bike could carry two and her sister could potentially keep up with them sooo.
Jaune grunted as he landed on what he guessed was the back seat of the yellow motorbike, the sirens in the distance getting mercifully closer. 'NOOOOOO! I was so close!' he thought as Yang mounted the front seat.
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you." he heard Yang say as the engine revved up. He tried to call for help, but instead mumbled something unintelligible before the bike sped away and his motion sickness caught up with him.
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Stand name: Salt-N-Pepa
Destructive power; N/A
Speed; A
Range; A
Durability/staying; A
Precision; A
Development potential/Learning; E
User: Miltiades "Miltia" Malachite and Melanie Malachite
Abilities: Allows one twin to perceive, feel and sense what the other is perceiving, feeling and sensing in real time.
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AN: Holy shit! Jaune accidentally activated The World for 3 whole seconds! Like several stand users in Jojo's Bizarre Adventure he learned of his abilities almost by accident and started to learn about then master them relatively quickly. Will Jaune ever discover that he stopped time instead of slowing it down to the point where it appeared to be stopped? Of course, but not yet. More to Come next time on Jaune Arc's bizarre adventure.
