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Pinkerton approached J.P., a cold apathy in her gaze. She looked down on him as he spoke, unmoved and unconcerned by what he had to say. Her transformation from raging to uncaring was almost as stark as the man who lay before her's. "Save me the lecture. Your beliefs are flawed, and your test...

Pinkerton's A-Rank Precision Roll: Critical Success!! Pinkerton squeezed the glass shard between her fingers, then fired. The sound was comparable to a gunshot, and the piece soared through the air to meet J.P, gunning for his lower legs. But, how much damage it would do was yet to be seen.

Pinkerton didn't wait around to see what J.P.'s afterimage would do. She immediately rushed to the window, sticking her hand through the pane to feel no resistance - he shattered the window to make a swift exit. Shit... This is bad. Even if the blizzard's just a byproduct of his Stand, it's...

Pinkerton screamed in agony as something began to dig into her brow. Wh... What's he doing...?! Did he shoot me...?! When time caught up, her eyes widened. She looked to the ground to see the walkie-talkie had been crushed underfoot by J.P., who stared at her with cold, inhuman eyes. Goner were...

She sighed, shaking her head. Man, was that delay annoying. "In Layman's terms, what you have is effectively a superpower. It's called a Stand. Yours seems to alter the perception of time - that's why the blizzard seems to last so long, and likely why you've been so clumsy lately. If you don't...

Pinkerton stood idly, suspended in mid-air. Her head was hung low, hair obscuring her eyes. "Do it." She didn't look up, only speaking in a morose tone. "There's a walkie-talkie in my coat's right pocket. I couldn't get a signal because of the blizzard, but if it's your power that's making it...

Pinkerton clutched her chest in agony. A bullet? Did he just...??! No, was he warning me all this time? She scrambled to hoist herself up using the doorframe, only to tear a large chunk of it off and fall to the ground. Shit... It's not life-threatening, but it still hurts like hell. If he...

That must be where the enemy is! But, since he's still attacking me, he must know I'm behind this door. I'm going to have to defeat him quickly - a cramped space is where I'm at an advantage, so I can't squander it. Pinkerton pulled her knee up to her chest, then kicked the door off its hinges...

At this point, Pinkerton was almost completely fed up. The knives stung, and her patience was running low. She let out a loud yell of "UWOOOOOOOOH!" as she drove her elbow forward and charged through the doors, resorting instead to simply plowing through them with brute force rather than...

"Goddammit--!" She shouted as he walked directly into an invisible wall - a door, from what she could tell. She could also hear cold water begin to extinguish the flames in the living room. The pipes? Well, I did not exactly account for that. If his Stand can manipulate perception, then it's...

Pinkerton walked into the middle of the living room. Nothing's moving just yet. She scowled as smoke began to seep into the room. She didn't know how far in it was, but judging by how long it took the rug to shatter after she'd kicked it, it was likely already flooding the room. Then, she heard...

Pinkerton grimaced as she dropped from the archway, barely sticking the landing. "Shit..." She murmured, gripping her torn ankle. She couldn't mend it - not here, at least. Not while the enemy could be right around the corner. She'd just have to suffer through the pain and kick the Stand user's...

"Enough!" Pinkerton shouted as he struggled to get loose of the rug. She grimaced - fortunately, enough experimentation with her ability meant that she wasn't left with but one option: she had two. Heat from her ankle coursed back into her central mass; it became as cold as a glacier, as the...

If he knows precisely where I am with enough accuracy to throw objects directly at me and attempt to grab me, he's probably somewhere nearby... But where? Where could this enemy be that I can't see him..?! The moment something interrupted Pinkerton's train of thought and grabbed her by the...

Pinkerton hurled the force through the wall adjacent to her. The object conveniently didn't crash through the wall, stopping short of dislodging the wooden planks, which let her sigh in relief. Not long after, like she expected, she witnessed what happened with her very own eyes - except this...

Pinkerton was suddenly caught off guard when an enormous weight came crashing down upon her. She let out a gruff yelp as she was pinned to the ground by the force, struggling to get a grip on the mass that was subduing her. This... What is this..?! This is a single-story house! Whatever's...

Pinkerton stumbled forward, carried along by the momentum of the punch. She ground to a halt, planting her left foot forth to regain her standing. Suddenly, a pot began shaking uncontrollably, before flying directly at her. She raised her arms to block it, but it was too late... The pot came to...

THUD A metal object struck Pinkerton in the back of her neck, then sharply withdrew. It didn't hurt - not enough for her to react with more than a wince - but she had to react quickly. She turned heel, sharply, wound up her fist, and in a split second of blind determination, she swung with all...

Pinkerton's eyes widened. Realization finally dawned on her. It... It can't be... J.P. was blinking--reacting, even--so slowly that he might as well have been frozen in time. Every blink came at different intervals, each longer than the last. At this point, it took him so long to blink that the...

Pinkerton, yet again, shrugged. Yet, J.P.'s remark struck her as particularly odd. If it isn't that cold, then what's the matter with his breathing? Am I simply imagining things..? The longer she stayed, the more things began to stick out as weird, or downright uncanny. J.P. seemed completely...