" " You talking
' ': You thinking
* *: Narrator/Voice-off
Your POV:
*Stand user: Pannacotta Fugo
Stand: Purple Haze: -Power A
-Speed B
-Range C
-Persistence E
-Precision E
-Potential B
OOPS ! Never seen again.
(Hindsight is 20/20)*
Abbachio: Purple Haze ! Look at his left fist ! One of the three bulb-like things there is broken !
Giorno: A... A virus ?
Abbachio: The capsules on its fist break when it punches. And when that happens, a virus is released. There's a total of six capsules on its fists. The virus spreads through the air and if it gets in your lungs or passes through your skin, it multiplies like crazy in you. Any victim will fall ill and die instantly within the next 30 seconds ! And once the virus gets out, it'll attack anyone nearby, friend or foe, without any discrimination ! There's no controlling it ! Not even Stands are safe ! Once it gets inside, it'll override all your metabolic functions and rot you from the inside out, just like that crow.
Giorno: What's its range ?
Abbachio: Five meters. I don't know where Fugo is, but he should be controlling that thing from within five meters.
Giorno: That's good to hear, but what about the virus... ? What is the range from which the virus can infect us ?
Abbachio: We won't have to worry from over here. The viruses are weak to light once they leave the capsule. Even at night, light from a lamp xill be enough to wipe them out in ten seconds or so. And the sunlight should be done disinfecting the crow's carcasses by now. This ferocity ! It strikes like a bomb... And departs like a storm... This Stand truly reflects the user's personality.
Giorno: What is it doing ? It's rubbing its own leg.
Abbachio: Wiping off its own spit, maybe... It always looks angry, but apparently, it's pretty neurotic and hates getting dirty. I guess you can call that one of the Stand's quirks.
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Vento del Destino (Male reader x Golden wind)
FanfictionA sleeping slave, that makes fate waver.