Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence.
- C.S. Lewis
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Jamie nodded in agreement as she felt Jinny's hold tighten slightly, a frown marring her face. They were being hunted by strange beings with inhuman strength and invisible things with magical powers under the command of a militant group, and all because they had the same father: Johannes Joestar. How exactly were they supposed to deal with things with amazing abilities that they couldn't being controlled by beings who were far stronger than them?
Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence.
- C.S. Lewis
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Hironobu made it clear he wasn't going to be answering any questions until the the stupid reading, so Sandra dropped any hopes of learning what the **** was going on with all the **** that had been dropped on her and her "siblings" collectives laps that day.
"Alright! Chill it is."
She took a drag and turned her head so she wouldn't blow the smoke in his face. "So, where you from?"
"「Stand」," Suzie repeated to herself in a whisper, looking「Jigsaw Feeling」up and down where it manifest beside her as a second shadow. "Is that what they're called?"
It was an...exceedingly common name for such a strange phenomenon. All the same it was rather appropriate. Suppose it's like having 'pepper' define a few dozen cultivars.
Yet what stood out to her most was that, indeed, there was someone else knew that about them- Lucy's assailant! She'd know about them!
"No, I hadn't known. But, Mr. Weathermaker, I've started to notice-"
So close to finally realizing something of an answer, and they'd been swiftly denied even that much.
...oh bother.
Suzie lingered for a moment before the locked door. A part of her had a mind to force her way through. The knowledge that, indeed, a part of her could make that happen, however, gave her pause. With a defeated sigh, she turned her gloomy head away. Under the fire alarms that had been set off, she dragged herself a few feet away towards a vending machine.
"...dollar-fifty, bloody hell..."
Arabica. Black. The machine coughed out a large paper cup set into the tray as hot water piped through the frame of the machine.
"This may sound strange, but you couldn't see it, could you, Jaime?" The sound of a trickle, and slowly the smell of coffee began to waft upward. "And yet you knew it. Something was there, watching around. Sort of like a second pair of eyes..."
With a machine whir, the plexiglass screen removed itself, and Suzie took a sip, her dark lips smacking pensively at the edge of the under-filled wax paper.
"...this cuppa tastes like chalk, but it'll do..."
"It won't do to demand an answer, not 'till they're good and ready like? But...you go on ahead and do that," Suzie replied. "I'll try again after a moment and meet the lot of you back at the Grill, yeah?"
Besides, it wouldn't sit right with her knowing Sergeant Starr was still in the hospital, her targets cornered in this manner.
"OK, but first let's get your injuries looked at Jinny. Then you can tell me whatever you need to tell me." Jamie said, moving toward the elevator slowly, allowing Jinny to easily keep up and use her to remain steady.
"Yeah. It's weird. I've been having that feeling of being watched by something I can't see since I had a case of Night Fever. I thought it was the paranoia that people who survive Night Fever suffer from and tried not to let it bother me." Jamie said.
"Are you saying there is something watching me that I can't see? Can you see it? Was the thing that was with the strange girl one of them?" Jamie asked nervously.
Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence.
- C.S. Lewis
"Experiment..." Lucy felt her heart beat heavy in her chest, but said nothing. It wasn't that she couldn't....it just seemed a rather ackward moment to share a similar life experience, especially with how he could react. They were likely already on a very thin line when it came to trust.
He pointed to Lucy, "Considering how intimately that demon latched onto her, you should be asking her those questions, not me. I will say this; that thing that calls itself 「Gunnery Sergeant Ringo Starr」 does not usually retreat unless she's planning something worse, so get used to looking over your shoulders at night."
Turning the knob of his door, he took one last look at them, "I've said plenty more than I wanted to, but I think it's time we start planning to leave," That said, he stepped back inside room 214."No." Lucy answered, not particularly harsh or forcefully, but just in a *matter of fact* sort of tone. "My history isn't strategically relevant....I've no desire to casually offer it to strangers. If you wish to be prepared, your time would be better spent learning how to defend yourself and utilize that *ghost* you have."With that, Jinny turned to look at Lucy, "Care to share?"
Under a barrage of questions, the man retreated back to his room...leaving the group, and lucy, alone to ponder the aftermath of the situation. Lucy paused, words hanging just at the end of her lips. She had things she wanted to ask him....about the experiments, about the dog......but it was too late."Look, I ain't got time for this! Figure it out yourselves!"
Feeling pressured by the group's numbers, Sult chose to cut them off, shutting the door and with a click, locked it.
Instead....the girl turned to collect her equipment at the far end of the now wreaked hallway.
"These stands sound fascinating. I would love the chance to study them" said John