>>6101163>>6101226>>6101244>>6101333Dubs and trips on 69 rolls? So this is the power of looking at dirty magazines..<span class="mu-i">(78 + 85 + 69 + 69)/4 = 75.25, round to <span class="mu-s">75</span></span>
<span class="mu-s">CONSTITUTION</span>:
Resilience: Good Success
The first sting of the arrowhead is only recognizable in the past. The present is a sudden wall of pain, so severe you can't even double over as your body locks up. The Arrow's spine is more flexible than you are; it shifts deeper into your flesh past the impact wound below the left side of your ribcage. As if alive, as if it is some alien stinger or 'chewing mouthparts' of a wood-boring weevil, its angle changes. You are just conscious enough to feel it burrow right under the misshapen cluster of veins on your sternum that passes for a birthmark.
[r]Feeling is a loose term. Not seeing, definitely, as your eyes are rolled so far back in your head only the white jelly shivers in your sockets. Bright flashes of something like lightning or insides of your blood vessels roils in your sight. Your mouth is in a frozen rictus yet you are only barely reverse-inhaling. Pain! Pain! The cut of the arrowhead's edge radiates omnidirectionally into every possible slice of you and focusing on any bit of it turns into a special hell of its own.[/r]
From the outside it looks like you're clenching your whole body while impaled by a giant arrow, the whites of your eyes showing as you make what's either a death rattle or a noise of seizure. Enya waits restlessly while DIO watches with interest, not disturbed in the least.
A few seconds have passed. The pain is still burning, but you can see your surroundings again. And the Arrow...the running blood and perforated guts inside you...are back in their rightful places. DIO holds its long polished spine with a hand, eying the arrowhead closely. Pushing past the pounding sensation from heart to head, you follow his sight and see the Arrow's edge for yourself. Its surface seems to morph into little ridges, like rough waves on an ocean; as if it has been serrated.
<span class="mu-i">Something</span> lashes out of the hole where the Arrow pierced you; it jolts out like a tendril from a stormcloud. The Arrow's sharp edges are now smooth again.
"Hmm..." DIO helpfully offers. "You survived." He tilts his head like an animal, earrings swinging lightly with the motion. "The Arrow's wound has already healed, as you were found worthy." He hands the Arrow back to a reverent Enya, who shuffles away to place the artifacts back.
"Now! Bring your 'power' out!"
"Ghhha..." Your lungs feel like there are a billion little worms shifting inside them. Then you take a surprisingly refreshing breath as your Stand bursts out from your (clothed) birthmark. It takes squinting to face it directly and you can't tell what it even is. Now it feels like a billion little Arrows are biting your eyes. Your ears hurt. Your throat feels dizzy. What the fuck is <span class="mu-s">that</span>?!
>Touch it.>Talk to it.>Test it.>(Write-in) 