Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25218347-20190329152445/@comment-32932951-20190409114611

Slow Dancer trots over, Johnny's face is all sorts of panic.

"That bastards still on the ship...Where is he? Is there a camera on the ship where we can find him? We gotta use that if were gonna find him! I got a stratgey to use against him, he's never seen me pull if off so this should catch hom offguard. When I shoot a bullet with the infinite rotation and miss, it's not gone. That bullet contains infinite energy, so obviously all the energy has to escape somewhere. With Tusk, I can direct that energy to where I please...If I can just see Valentine somewhere he's done for! I'll finally put the nail in the lost coffin. It can all be over! None of us are gonna be killed in the name of 'Justice'."

Diavolo enters his world of erased time yet again, peering into the future.

"𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕚𝕥! 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣! 𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖! ℕ𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖! 𝕀 𝕟𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕞, 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕓𝕒𝕘𝕖. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕒𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕟...𝔸𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣! ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕, 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕥! 𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖! 𝕄𝕪 𝕆𝕞𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕔𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕤𝕠."

The flow of time is back to normal, just a little 10 second hiccup in it. Diavolo crashes through another wall, mostly using his newfound wasp strength instead of his stand for once. It felt good to acutally break something yourself, instead of an extension of your own soul. Although, King Crimson would ensure whatever it struck would be destroyed.