Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190125234216/@comment-26892768-20190126005940

Rainbow barely manages to twist their umbrella out in front of them in time to block the haymaker. Well, shoot; time for some banter. "So, you come back after your ally retreated and we were dealing with a different opponent just to finish me off? Well, I'm flattered, but-"

Their sentence is cut short by thunderous footsteps. Rainbow looks over their shoulder for a moment, their eyes widen, and they quickly push Dlawso away before speeding away a second before Sugilite comes in with a big ol' double punch from her two right arms covered in purple flame.

"terezi! are you..." John stops in the middle of his sentence, gaining a blank look on his face. "...okay, stupid question considering you just ran into a tree at who-knows-how-many miles per hour via jetpack; did you break anything?"

Filia notices these figures. "Oh! See, there are people here...even if they don't look very friendly..."

"If by 'not very friendly' you mean cult, then I totally agree with you." Samson remarks.

"Samson!" Filia tries her best to glare at the back of her head.

"What? I'm just saying what we're both thinkin'. And on the subject of that, I'm thinking I don't want you anywhere near those guys. At all. They give me the creeps." Samson shudders. "And considering what I've seen over the years? That's an accomplishment."

Filia looks at the figures again. She does agree with Samson's sentiments - she really does not want to be near these people - but at the same time... "Maybe we could follow from a distance?"

"...fine, but I'm handling any stealth." With that, Filia's hair grows out, developing six limbs as it becomes a cockroach-like shape - with Filia on the back. Concealing Filia with hair, Samson then starts to crawl after the two silently.

And then another man finds himself at the pool. This guy is dressed in primarily orange and blue, with white criss-crossing stripes all over his outfit. He also has a sizeable purple pistol in his pants.

This guy would be Guido Mista. And for a moment, he quickly looks over himself, patting his body down before sighing in relief. Thank god, he's back in his original body; he was getting really confused by the soul-swapp-

Wait is that Abbachio

Mista's eyes widen as he sees a man who should be dead casually talking to Narancia (assuming it actually is Narancia and not Giorno; goddamn these body-swapping shenanigans are weird) while holding some kind of tortoise. He is less concerned about the tortoise, however, and is more concerned with how is Abbachio alive.

He grips his head, trying to run the numbers through his head. Is...is this the work of an enemy stand!? That is literally the last thing he needs right now; what with Silver Chariot Requiem and everything, so quite frankly he is seriously considering holding someone at gunpoint to figure out what the hell is going on.