DiscoDude: ---BEGIN SESSION---
DiscoDude: Session logging commenced
GM: It is the next day, as the sun begins to peak over the skyline of Mew York. Pirrue begins to stir on the bed where she found herself.
Pirrue: wakes up, briefly startled by her environs, then remembers the events of the previous night. She gets up.
Lightrunner: Pirrue can see closed blinds in the apartment room, a slow turning fan spins around on the ceiling. Lightrunner can be seen tapping away at computer screen on the kitchen counter, he turns his attention towards Pirrue, "Good morning."
Pirrue: "...Hi there. Uh. I hope you don't get into trouble for this."
Lightrunner: "Trouble? For this?" He pauses, "Honey, you don't know what I do for a living." He continues tacking away on the keyboard.
Pirrue: "Heh. I bet it's something awesome. So." She reflexively brings out her Stand. "Do you...know what this is? Can you teach me how to use it?"
Lightrunner: "Not really," He replied and looks at her, "Yup, and yes." He walks over to her, "Since you decided to come, I'll tell you the long version." He brings out his stand, "This is your life essence, and you. If your stand dies, you die. If you die, your stand dies." He makes his stand poof as a sign of death. "There are exceptions, but for now you're stand, as far as I know, is a tied and set deal."
Pirrue: blinks. "Okay," she says, grinning, as if expecting more to the story.
Pirrue: "So, uh...did you have to die, too? To get yours, I mean? I mean, like...I didn't have this power before I died, so..."
Lightrunner: "Me? Nope." He looked at her, "Got shot with the stand arrow." He pauses, "With you, probably died from something to cause the stand, and resurrected because...Necropossum?"
Pirrue: "...yeah. Uh." She pulls up her shirt. "This weird wound I've got...could it have been from a that...Stand arrow?"
Lightrunner: "50/50 chance, I'm not sure." He pauses, "Also...Be careful when you pull shirts up, especially to people you just met."
Pirrue: returns her shirt to its proper position. "Well...we're Stand Users, right? That...that makes us practically siblings, doesn't it?" She gives an awkward thumbs-up and wink.
Lightrunner: He gives Pirrue a stern look, "You know after the shirt lift and saying that...That's...Never mind..." He looks back to his computer, "You know what your stand can do? Anything at all?"
Pirrue: "Well...I made an exacto knife shoot through a guy like a bullet!"
Lightrunner: "...Anything else...?" He looked at her, "My stand can make anything possible, just nothing fancy like chemicals. Guns, Weapons, even keys are possible. Main problem is daylight is my crux. I can't use my stand when near bright lights, I can use shadows, but that's about it."
Pirrue: "Does every Stand have a weak point like that? Yours seems pretty powerful, but...if bright lights can put a damper on it, that means you gotta be really sneaky when you use it."
Lightrunner: "Nah, some stands are just incredibly powerful. My stand can still use the shadows of people, if they know my stand ability, they're bound to keep their shadows checked."
Pirrue: "So...I guess there was that thing with the ashtray, too. Would a Stand...that can manipulate metal make sense?"
Lightrunner: "Anything is possible, anything."
Pirrue: "Anything...? Even..." She shivers. "Never mind. So." She points at her neck wound. "What about this? How do we go about figuring out who did this and took my Box?"
Lightrunner: "No idea, really, I'm not a person with a stand that can see who did what at what time. What be a cool stand though." He looks at her, "But, anything else? Questions, comments, concerns?" He looks at her, closing his laptop.
Pirrue: "...You were at the Museum for a reason. I'm positive of it." She rubs her chin. "No one with a power like yours would be there as just a tourist. I bet you were there to do something cool like...guard the artwork. Or maybe even steal it." She giggles. "And I think that means you have some idea who might've been interested in my Box."
Lightrunner: "To be honest, I was there to steal and get paid. It wasn't about your stuff, I assure you. I got double crossed and wasn't paid in full. Jackass, Alphonse Pawe...Dick..."
Pirrue: "...Do you think he might've done it? Do you think he might've been the one who had my box stolen and my...my throat cut?"
GM: A Rock Candies in a stylish one-piece sundress hops up the stairs to the second floor of the motels, pulls out a tape recorder, and knocks on Lightrunner’s door.
Pirrue: "...Should I hide?" Pirrue whispers.
Lightrunner: "I don't know, to be honest. I mean apparently somebody fucked with my pager, so I guess that guy could have ran off with...the..." He blinks. "God damn it I was supposed to stake out the-" He, turns towards the door and looks at Pirrue and goes ahead and opens it, "If you're a girl scout, I don't want any." He says, peeking out the door.
Pirrue: inconspicuously steps to the side.
GM: “Hey there,” said the Candies, whom Lightrunner can now see; she had the nasally inflection of a (former?) man trying to sound feminine. “I couldn’t help but spot one Pirrue entering this apartment last night? I’d like to speak with her. If she’s here,” she tries to look around the prawn’s body, “can you tell her that one Undercover Martyn was here for an interview? She might have heard of me.”
Pirrue: doesn't really want to talk with reporters.
Lightrunner: "Now let me ask you a question...Are you a security guard of the apartment complex? A police officer with a warrant? Or anything of the kind?" He asks, still keeping the door slightly ajar with the chain lock still on.
GM: “No, just a semi-famous reporter and blogger looking for a scoop,” she said with a happy bounce.
Lightrunner: He gives them a stern look. "...Who are you?"
GM: “Like I said; Undercover Martyn, scoop-finder extraordinaire! Or technically, my legal name’s just Martyn, if you wanna be casual.”
Lightrunner: "...Again, who are you again...?" He continued to look at her.
GM: “Hmph. Someone’s being a sass-master today. I mean, I was going to tell you about the other guy that was staking the place out, but... eh.” She shrugs in the general direction of the motel’s parking lot.
Pirrue: "What other guy?" Pirrue blurts.
Lightrunner: Lightrunner sighs, "For...Hmmmm...Whatever, here is Pirrue." He opens the door, "You have to come inside though, I'm not going to follow you two around like some father figure."
Pirrue: realizes she's blown her own cover.
GM: “Fine with me.” She saunters in. “So...” she says, playfully pointing at Pirrue. “What’s your account of the supposed “twin crime incident” perpetrated at the Mew York Metropolitan by the Phantom Thief Melody and the infamous serial killer Serrated Opus?”
Pirrue: "...Twin crime? The...killer...and the thief...were two different people?"
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