Nights in white satin,
never reaching the end.
(#JJBARP#JJBAOC) (Mun and muse are 25+) (Flexible RP style) (Generally sfw, but themes related to the source material will be explored.)
The semi-retired Venetian man sat outside in the park, feeling the sun on his face as a cool breeze lightly jostled the feather earrings. He held a still hot travel cup of coffee as he tilted his head back with a content sigh.
The birds sounded beautiful as well.
I wish you the best, signore.
Hopefully it remains lost until you actually find it. I just...don't want to even think of the consequences of what could happen...as you said, the world would never recover.
I trained under a master since I was a child, myself...but it's still nice to know I'm not alone, that there are still those who use hamon...
Hm...Speedwagon Foundation?
I used to work for them...and that's all I will say on that. The NDA has not expired yet.
(Another thing his hamon allows him to do is sense if others are human/alive, fellow hamon users, stand users, or vampires/undead. :3 He can sense living things like plants or animals that way too.)
(He's getting to where he can sense if people are related due to the life energy they have. It's easier for him to tell if hamon users are related, though.)