Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190130130736/@comment-26892768-20190201232455

"You don't even have a gun! What's your deal; I was just asking a question!" Cerebella throws her hands in the air, clearly frustrated.

Meanwhile, her hat's glaring has magnified somehow, and it is now cracking its knuckles. Cerebella doesn't seem to notice.

Near Mista, six small golden humanoids vaguely resembling bullets materialize, invisible to all but fellow Stand users (with a few exceptions). These beings are collectively Mista's Stand, 「Sex Pistols」.

"We should shoot her hat!" One of them yells in a high-pitched voice - this one has a 6 on its forehead. "That'll take care of her real quick!"

"Yeah! Shoot the hat!" Another one nods, this one with a 2 on its forehead.

"It's asking for a fight!" The one who says that - marked by a 3 - cracks its knuckles with an eager grin.

"...but she isn't noticing us, or Aerosmith..." One of the Sex Pistols points out in a quiet voice. This one has a 5 on it's forehead.

5 gets punched by 3 in the shoulder.