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[lapidarius]

"This is Kakyoin Noriaki. Please leave a message, I'll contact you as soon as I can."

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text; sometime post event probably idfk

[whatitis]

surprise, buddy, you've been "Randomly" "Selected" to do some "Exercises" for "Science"! and by "Exercises" i mean "Science"; and by "Science" i mean "Can You Let Me Look At Hierophant Again Please And Thank You".

a separate invitation for your friend in the tentacles:

[It appears to be a low-res image of a common garden snake, moved to be in the shape of a figure eight. Some new breakthroughs in the study of How Stands Communicate have taken place, evidently.]

time sounds fake to me

[lapidarius]

heaven forbid i should inhibit the natural path of science

name a place and time, we'll be there

[whatitis]

1. time is fake but i'm always here so it kind of is proven irrelevant regardless?

2. iiiiin lab number one! i think it's lab number one. i don't know but it has a real big centrifuge and i'm in it and that's all that matters really

[And, whenever Kakyoin decides to go there, he'll be in the lab that...has the door carefully removed off its hinges. Surely there's some important scientific reason.]

[lapidarius]

[...yep carlos you're still kinda weird]

[he's pretty sure it's the mostly harmless kind of weird so he'll find his way there anyway.]

Did...something happen to your door?

[whatitis]

--Oh, you made it! Cool!

[This comes from the top of a long work table, where he happens to be standing. (It makes him feel taller.)]

And nothing's happened to it, yet. It's only a preemptive measure.

[lapidarius]

Against...what, exactly?

[just kinda...looking up in confusion here]

[whatitis]

Old oak doors are often the gates to unpleasant things that I'd prefer not to have in my lab. It's just for safety reasons--I've been meaning to cut it up for a little while, never found the time.

[Surprising, considering that it seems his time has been spent doodling on chalkboards and growing flowers, from the looks of the lab.]

But, anyways, it's great to see you again.

[lapidarius]

It's nice to see you too.

[Some people got nervous around oak doors, some people felt nauseated looking at clock towers. Whatever.]

Where would you like to start?

[whatitis]

[He clumsily hops down off the table--well. "Hops" is a generous word; it's more like he gingerly steps down onto a chair before hopping to the floor. Semantics.]

Well, um, I figured I'd modify the usual introductory interview process I do for new arrivals sometimes, so we can start there!

[He taps a homemade-looking binder on top of the table he was, until a moment ago, standing on. It says "INTERLOPERS" in bright red handwriting, and there's a few tidy folders inside.]

Could you...um, could you bring your friend out, if they want?

[lapidarius]

[CARLOS PLEASE SLOW YOUR ROLL JUST SLIGHTLY, THAT BINDER IS ALARMING.]

Sure, but I'm not sure how well any kind of interview will really work. Hierophant's not independent like Star Platinum or most of the others, and he doesn't talk.

[But he showed up all the same, arms draped over Kakyoin's shoulders and body ending in a thin tail somewhere around his shadow.]

[whatitis]

Well, just so he's here! I mean, he's technically the subject, and all. And, I must say, he's looking lovelier than ever!

[Hurriedly, he shuffles an empty folder from the rest of the bunch, neatly writing down a title: "H. GREEN". Only a few other folders are visible underneath the cover of the binder: "JON. JOESTAR", "E. JOESTAR", and one labelled only "♥C. G. PALMER♥". Strange.]

So, um, just to start: name and...well, age? Here, I'll put it this way: how long have you two been acquainted?

[lapidarius]

[Kakyoin was, for a moment, genuinely unsure if this might come back to factor in an elaborate plot to kill him someday.]

[...Oh, well. If it was, that wasn't really anything new.]

Hierophant Green and Noriaki Kakyoin--we've been together as long as I can remember, so roughly eighteen years. If you want a specific date, July twenty-sixth, 1970.

[whatitis]

That's..interesting. Were either of your parents users?

[He's penciling this one in, it seems--he didn't count on this kind of thing. In the very leastc though, he looks excited as all heck.]

I'll remember your birthday, though. Know that.

[lapidarius]

They aren't, no. Because of the way Stands work back home, they can't even see him.

[He laughed a little awkwardly, knowing he'd just accidentally invited trouble with that.]

Just try not to make a big deal out of it or anything.

[whatitis]

Yes, so I've heard! Anyways, though--next question.

[He finally sits down, though he doesn't offer either of his supposedly esteemed guests a chair.]

So, um, this one is a bit more general: are his powers any different here than they were at home?

[lapidarius]

Well...his powers, no. Everything's exactly the same in regards to that.

[Just as well; Kakyoin seemed fine with standing for now, crossing his own arms like Hierophant's weren't around his neck as though he were a particularly humanoid scarf.]

But like you've just said--Stands are normally only visible to other Stand users. I'm not really sure what's different here, but the fact that you can see him at all proves that something is.

[whatitis]

He hasn't changed physically at all, besides this? He's usually this noodly?

[Carlos nods, as if he expected all this. All in the day of being a scientist: being right about things and saying "hm" a lot.]

I have some working theories as to why that is.

[lapidarius]

He's always been able to change from one form to another, yeah. I haven't seen very many other Stands that could. [Demonstrating the point, Hierophant briefly raised one arm; it unraveled into a coil before reforming and settling back on its user's shoulders.]

Do you? What do you think about it?

[whatitis]

[Carlos...actually claps, though not in any kind of condescension at all. He just looks very genuinely excited about the noodle Stand.]

Well, um...just a theory, but nearly every person in this town is in some way...special.

[There's air quotes around that last word.]

I don't like using that word, but it does fit. Unusual. Supernatural, in most cases. I think that everyone here has the inherent ability to see a Stand, but out of the manifestation of some other ability or trait. A special kind of sight.

[His eyes trail back down to "C. G. PALMER".]

[lapidarius]

That's actually a reasonable-sounding theory. I had always assumed it was something to do with the city itself, but...

[Kakyoin frowned, drumming his fingers against Hierophant's arm.]

So what you mean amounts to the idea that some facet of a Stand user's ability manifests in a different way for different people, roughly speaking?

[whatitis]

Almost the reverse, actually. I'm saying that a Stand is a manifestation of some other kind of power, and that those powers are all kind of...compatible, if that makes sense? It's like wavelengths, or whatever. Everyone here is on the same wavelength of existence.

[There's something akin to a lecture in his tone--you can't ever really outgrow being a teacher.]

What I don't understand is why people come and go. That's the strange part.

[lapidarius]

I think I understand that. It does make sense; Stands are effectively made of life energy, and everyone must have that in some shape or form no matter the world or universe.

[Some people never stopped being students, either.]

A friend and I have been thinking of following the train tracks--I don't expect we'll find much in the way of answers, but if there is an end point to them surely there would be something to find if we can reach it.

[whatitis]

Stands are--very interesting, I think! They're just a physical manifestation of what everyone has, but not everyone possesses the ability to manifest. Or, as I've come to thing, not everybody possesses the ability to manifest in that specific manner. I certainly don't, as far as I know, but I do have my abilities and disabilities.

[Will he elaborate? Nah.]

I don't think you'll find much. Maybe they'll put you back here in the city--I knew a place like this, once. It ends where it begins.

[lapidarius]

Hm...yeah, I think that you're right. Being a Stand user or not...doesn't really make people that different at all, does it? [That sounded pretty significant for a basic observation, and Kakyoin punctuated it by laughing under his breath.] I never really understood that myself until I got here.

[He shrugged, hands dropped to his sides as Hierophant curled in closer to its user.]

I don't think it will end in any worthwhile results, but I have to try regardless. Just on the thin chance that we'll find something.

[whatitis]

It's all just a matter of expression of traits, like anything else. I think so, anyways--maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right. Either way, the differences are only superficial at best.

[He clears his throat, flipping the folder back open.]

Speaking of: did he arrive exactly when you did? Could you ever be separated in any way?