Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32932951-20190302210357/@comment-27344811-20190304145346

Kars was.. wathing, actually. He's quite aware of what's just happened- being able to grab information with his stand, Cult of Personality, is quite useful.

Cult of Personality- the mask- crawls off his face and disappears somewhere on his back. Kars looks skyward.

....so, he has the means now; a way to navigate, and a new immunity to the void. HOWEVER.... this place, it's swarming with the lower beings. They're all survivors.. and good lab rats.

Of course, he cannot make himself any better now. In the past, he would have experimented on himself, but that isn't possible now- you cannot improve what I perfect.

Kars' body sucks into itself as he appears on top of a different building, kneeling down and looking towards the ground.

That.. troll, was that what his stand gathered? That troll is one of many. He'll stay. After all, every king needs a castle. Could he extend the power of the Stone Masks to artificial structures, or planets? Yes, with some tinkering. And this planet has the resources....

Kars' body sucks into itself again, this time he's out of sight.

And Proscuitto is approaching Ysmael.

"Alright, Pesci... use Beach Boy and drag him over. We must make sure he doesn't have partners."