[Angel Vigil's Soft Machine ]
The rest of the school day was relatively calm, and so was the rest of my evening. I went home and did what I always did: eat dinner, play bad fighting games, and sleep. Before I knew it, I was back at school for my second day of my second semester of school. This day, however, I could already tell was gonna be a pain in my ass.
As soon as I walked in, I spotted Angel, the kid I hardly knew for a day, being followed by a kid that I could tell was up to no good. Out of sheer curiosity, I followed them. Angel seemed to be walking to his first class, but was dragged to the side of one of the buildings by the kid who had been following him. The side of the building was completely out of sight to everyone, but luckily, I had caught a glimpse ahead of time and began my pursuit.
I turned the corner to the side of the building to see Angel and the kid arguing about something. At least I thought it was arguing. "Why don't you just get a job and get your own fucking money so you can stop needing to Jew people out of theirs? Oh wait, nobody would hire you. Especially not with your pants that low." The kid began to growl. "Boy...you know what? Witcho dumb jungle head lookin'-" Angel cut him off. "Can you please just fucking leave now?"
To my surprise, the kid was pushed over his limit, and his anger forced him to bring outa stand of his own! "What the fuck is-"
"GET OUTTA HERE! THIS ISNT A GOOD POSITION FOR YOU!" I hopped in and summoned Puddle of Mudd. The kid and I were at a standoff. "Ah, dis boi got a stand too. Well I'm afraid you ain't a match for my stand, YOUNG THUG!" At that moment, the words were uttered that would end up changing the whole battles outcome.
"I fucking hate Louisiana kids." Suddenly, something actually did awaken inside of Angel. A purple anthropomorphic figure with the same hair as his appeared behind him. I stared along with the moron who had chased Angel into this conversation. Angel directed his attention back to the nameless kid. "Time for you to get outta here." He glared at the boy with eyes of steel before shouting: "SOFT MACHINE! DO YOUR THING!" His stand hopped out and delivered a fury of kicks into the boy. The final hit had launched him across the courtyard. I then began to take a record of everyone were going to defeat, starting with this guy. I took out a notebook and wrote down "Unnamed Assailant: Retired." I then packed back up my notebook and sighed. "Looks like we got through that pretty well. That's a pretty cool stand." "Yeah, I guess you're right." He shrugged. "I still hate these kids though." I nodded in agreement. Angel scratched his chin. "So uh...what's up with all this "stand" stuff?" I tried to explain the concept as briefly as I could. He seemed to follow along pretty well, so I didn't bother going into great detail. "I never thought I'd find stand users here at Hahnville...but looks like we've got more than we can handle alone. We might need to find more stand users to help us out." I looked around and sighed once more. "This school has only grown more corrupt with the rise of stand users, and we are the ones responsible for finding out how this came to be. You with me?" He nodded.
"Yeah sure thing, I'll help. As long as I get to beat up some of the kids here." We both gave each other a small smirk and we shook hands. This was the beginning of our bizarre adventure.
The rest of the school day was relatively calm, and so was the rest of my evening. I went home and did what I always did: eat dinner, play bad fighting games, and sleep. Before I knew it, I was back at school for my second day of my second semester of school. This day, however, I could already tell was gonna be a pain in my ass.
As soon as I walked in, I spotted Angel, the kid I hardly knew for a day, being followed by a kid that I could tell was up to no good. Out of sheer curiosity, I followed them. Angel seemed to be walking to his first class, but was dragged to the side of one of the buildings by the kid who had been following him. The side of the building was completely out of sight to everyone, but luckily, I had caught a glimpse ahead of time and began my pursuit.
I turned the corner to the side of the building to see Angel and the kid arguing about something. At least I thought it was arguing. "Why don't you just get a job and get your own fucking money so you can stop needing to Jew people out of theirs? Oh wait, nobody would hire you. Especially not with your pants that low." The kid began to growl. "Boy...you know what? Witcho dumb jungle head lookin'-" Angel cut him off. "Can you please just fucking leave now?"
To my surprise, the kid was pushed over his limit, and his anger forced him to bring outa stand of his own! "What the fuck is-"
"GET OUTTA HERE! THIS ISNT A GOOD POSITION FOR YOU!" I hopped in and summoned Puddle of Mudd. The kid and I were at a standoff. "Ah, dis boi got a stand too. Well I'm afraid you ain't a match for my stand, YOUNG THUG!" At that moment, the words were uttered that would end up changing the whole battles outcome.
"I fucking hate Louisiana kids." Suddenly, something actually did awaken inside of Angel. A purple anthropomorphic figure with the same hair as his appeared behind him. I stared along with the moron who had chased Angel into this conversation. Angel directed his attention back to the nameless kid. "Time for you to get outta here." He glared at the boy with eyes of steel before shouting: "SOFT MACHINE! DO YOUR THING!" His stand hopped out and delivered a fury of kicks into the boy. The final hit had launched him across the courtyard. I then began to take a record of everyone were going to defeat, starting with this guy. I took out a notebook and wrote down "Unnamed Assailant: Retired." I then packed back up my notebook and sighed. "Looks like we got through that pretty well. That's a pretty cool stand." "Yeah, I guess you're right." He shrugged. "I still hate these kids though." I nodded in agreement. Angel scratched his chin. "So uh...what's up with all this "stand" stuff?" I tried to explain the concept as briefly as I could. He seemed to follow along pretty well, so I didn't bother going into great detail. "I never thought I'd find stand users here at Hahnville...but looks like we've got more than we can handle alone. We might need to find more stand users to help us out." I looked around and sighed once more. "This school has only grown more corrupt with the rise of stand users, and we are the ones responsible for finding out how this came to be. You with me?" He nodded.
"Yeah sure thing, I'll help. As long as I get to beat up some of the kids here." We both gave each other a small smirk and we shook hands. This was the beginning of our bizarre adventure.