“You just had to make it harder to walk, didn’t you?” Fuchsia Blush dusted snow from her coat as she climbed through a thick layer of snow to get to the elevator.
“Hey, I took out an enemy Stand. I did whatever it took.” Prism folded her arms, unsurprised at Fuchsia’s remarks. “I didn’t see you doing anything.”
“That’s because I’m not uncultured like you.” Fuchsia prodded her in the chest and walked past her into the metal cage that would lead them down below. “These things always happen in one on one confrontations. Maybe two at most. But only one person dishes out the beating.”
“What was that?” Prism eyed her suspiciously.
“Nothing your brain can handle. Let’s just move on.” Fuchsia hit the down button and waited for everyone else to get in.
“You two need to give this a break.” Summer Shine gave both her friends a pat on the shoulder. “We’re almost to the end. Just put up with it for a little while longer, alright?”
“Right. Once we’re back in Canterlot, I don’t care what you do.” Prism prodded a finger in Fuchsia’s chest. “You can go make all the cakes you want and talk to your imaginary Stand, but leave me out of your complaints after that.”
“As if I want to complain about you all day long.” Fuchsia rolled her eyes.
“The bond of friendship is powerful,” Bushido Spirit said. “Harness it and you will be more powerful than you can ever imagine.”
Fuchsia groaned. “Fuch this. Let’s keep moving.”
She pressed the button and the elevator doors shut behind them, shutting them off from the outside world as the metal box began to descend, the only light being the dimly lit bulb above their heads.
“Well, at least there seems to be heating in this complex.” Gipsy dropped her parka and dusted off snow from her bandana. “But something about this place feels… off.”
“What do you mean?” Summer eyed her friend.
“The walls. There’s a…” Gipsy placed her fingers against the metal sheet of a wall. “There’s a humming coming from it. As though it has electricity coursing through it.”
“Well, it must be from the elevator.” Prism shrugged. “This thing needs electricity to make it move.”
“She is right.” Bushido placed his own hand against the wall. “The minute we stepped foot into this elevator, I felt the uneasy air of being watched. Something is amiss and we have to be careful.”
Prism spun around on the spot, looking up and down and all over the elevator. The box was no bigger than her garage back home and there weren't many places for someone else to hide. “I don’t know what you’re all talking about, but there shouldn’t be anyone in here with us. Well, maybe except Fuchsia’s imaginary Stand.”
The pink haired girl’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll cut you.”
Eventually, the rumbling of their elevator stopped and everything fell silent. Only now did Summer hear the faint humming sound around them. She looked to the wall where Bushido and Gipsy had touched and tilted her head to one side.
“Perhaps there’s a machine behind this panel.” Summer reached out and tried to move it, but the wall wouldn’t budge. “Maybe a secret button or something. Pegasus Forever!”
Summoning her Stand, Summer got it to grab the metal sheet with both hands before yanking it off the wall. In that instant, something sparked from behind it and she was blown across the elevator, denting the wall on the opposite end before sliding down to the ground, dazed.
“Summer! Are you alright?” Bushido was the first by her side, helping her up.
“Something… Something shocked me.” Summer shook the blurriness from her eyes and looked at the spot behind the wall. There was nothing there but cracked concrete. “I could swear… I saw something blue, like a blue glow.”
“Well, there’s nothing there now.” Prism helped in getting her on her feet. “Maybe it was a booby trap. Ha, booby. I’m sure Jojo would like that word.”
“We might be dealing with another enemy Stand. We must be careful.” Bushido stared at the wall, then he turned one ear towards it and frowned. “The buzzing. It is gone.”
“He’s right.” Gipsy placed a hand on the wall. “The feeling, it’s no longer here.”
“Maybe it’s outside now? Let’s see what this secret base looks like.” Prism pressed down on the open button and the elevator door creaked open, revealing a long greenish and circular tunnel. “Wow.”
“They have this whole thing under the mountain?” Gipsy walked out and spun around. “How’d anyone ever find the time to do this? This is amazing.”
“It would be more amazing if it wasn’t a place used for evil.” Bushido frowned and placed a hand on his sword sheath.
“This goes on a long way.” Summer’s eyes trailed from her feet to the other end of the tunnel. “And they said they have a second base higher up?”
“I don’t even think we need to go there. We just need to find out where the Nugget People are in the mountain and make sure no one ever finds them.” Prism folded her arms. “Simple enough, isn’t it?”
All of a sudden, the lights around them began to flicker erratically and they were occasionally plunged into pitch darkness, only for the lights to return and sear their eyes.
“There it is again. The humming. I hear it.” Bushido slid one hand around his katana’s grip as Boney M appeared behind him, shield at the ready.
Summer had half expected something to rush down the tunnel and meet them for battle, but after a long while of standing in silence, save for the humming, her group grew restless and decided to move forward. Carefully.
Bushido led the way forward, keeping Boney M in front of himself, its shield facing forward. There were a few doors along the tunnel at its sides, but even as they passed them, no Stand or Stand master jumped out to face them. After the fourth door, Fuchsia sighed and pushed past the others, walking forward at a decent pace. Summer called for her to come back, but even after passing the eighth door, she was feeling they were stalking ahead at snail’s pace for nothing.
The tunnel eventually led out into a round room with monitors strewn across one wall, showing views of Mount Fegel and its caves of gold within. A central console sat in front of them, unmanned. Summer watched one screen, picturing prospectors smashing away at a rock wall with their pickaxes. She turned her eyes to another where a single man drilled away into the rock with some kind of bipedal machine. It seemed people from all over the world with various levels of technology, methods and money had come to get richer back home.
“There. That one,” Gipsy broke her attention as she pointed to a screen at the bottom left.
Everyone gathered around to see a feed of what looked like ruins and a single man stood in the center of the camera, his back to them, but his arms were stretched out, seemingly marveling at the structure in the mountain.
“He must be Weather Alternate. We have to get down there. They’re already there!” Gipsy pointed back to the tunnel. “We have to find out where this cave is in Mount Fegel. Fast.”
“We’ll have to check the rooms one by one.” Bushido nodded. “Weather Alternate must have a map room, or at least a room where they have been pinpointing all the caves gold nuggets have been appearing in.”
“Maybe this one?” Prism rushed over to the nearest door and grabbed the handle.
The buzzing in the air grew louder and Summer only had enough time to try and grab her friend before her hand touched the round knob. There was a burst of blue sparks and Prism jumped into the air before being thrown across the room into the central console. She smacked her head against the corner and stopped moving.
“Prism! Aah!” Summer grabbed her hand.
She had touched her friend just before she got blasted across the room and electricity arced across her fingertips, sending pain signals across her arm to her brain. She dropped to a knee and clutched at her hand before raising the other one.
“Don’t touch that door!” Summer glanced at the knob. The buzzing sound had died down and everything seemed quieter again. “It must be booby trapped.”
“Weather Alternate must be cautious indeed if they set up traps in their own base,” Gipsy mused. “Or do they just not have faith in their Stand users that they thought we would actually get this far into their plans, therefore necessitating the use of traps?”
It was a good point, and Summer would have liked to continue that line of conversation, but then she heard the buzzing sound again.
“Everyone get away from the doors!” She barked.
“Eee hee hee!” a high pitched voice said, startling the group. “What do we have here? A bunch of children, poking their noses where they shouldn’t? Hee hee!” The voice echoed and reverberated, as if there were many people speaking at once.
“It seems we are not alone.” Bushido placed a hand on his sword and drew it from its sheath.
“You don’t say?” Fuchsia yanked a fire extinguisher from the wall and held its body in both hands.
There was a whirring sound, and a piece of wall opened up above the tunnel, revealing the smiling face of a man with a brown horseshoe mustache, gazing down at them with one arm behind his back and the other pointing straight up.
“Honestly speaking, Master Dolfy never expected any of you to get this far and you have surprised us.” He placed the raised hand on top of his bowler hat. “Not only did none of you die on the way, but you’ve defeated all the other Stand users as well. Sehr gut. But I am afraid you will not make it further. You see, I am Master Dolfy’s right hand man and it will be your end here.”
“We’ll see about that.” Bushido swiped a hand to his side and Boney M threw its shield at him.
To the group’s surprise, it deflected against thin air and returned to his Stand.
“Nice try. Did you think I would just leave myself open?” The man guffawed. “There’s several layers of bulletproof tempered glass between us and it can withstand even a nuclear bomb!”
“That can’t be possible.” Fuchsia waved a finger at him. A specific finger.
“It’s gonna take more than a simple Stand attack to take me, Airsoft Yodel, down.” He folded his arms, then spread his legs further apart and bent back slowly. “If you want to beat me, you’re first going to have to outsmart me. Actually, that’s not even going to happen. I am the smartest member of Weather Alternate, save Master Dolfy! My intellect is far beyond your understanding! After all, what can children do against me?”
“Just you wait. We’ll find a way up to you!” Prism shook a fist, then looked to the console behind them. “One of these buttons must bring us to him!”
She began pressing them vigorously, activating more lights above them and opening certain doors in the tunnel. All of a sudden, the humming sound intensified again and Summer looked down to a green button near Prism. She caught a glimpse of a blue flash and a figure before Prism’s finger blocked her view, heading right for the button.
“Prism, wait!”
But before she could stop her friend, again, sparks flew and Prism levitated into the air, encased in an aura of blue lightning.
“Aaaaaaaayayayaa!” She spasmed and twisted around.
Bushido sent Boney M in front, placing its shield between the button and Prism. Unfortunately, the electricity didn’t stop there and encased his Stand’s weapon in blue, spreading to its hands and then its body. Bushido fell to the ground in a cry and clutched at his chest as both of them were zapped by the attack.
“Bushido! What kind of Stand ability is this?” Summer growled, calling forth Pegasus Forever. “Some kind of electrical ghost Stand?”
Boney M was eventually thrown back into the tunnel, and Bushido’s body followed suit, landing on the ground as he continued to twitch from the electricity. Prism too, now lay on the ground, groaning as she clutched her stomach.
Airsoft Yodel laughed at them again, running a hand across his belly, then the glass. “You fools! You will never defeat me and my Stand, Avenged Sevenfold!”
“It’s the electronics and metal, Sushi!” Gipsy’s eyes widened in realization. “Since the elevator, his Stand has only attacked us through metal or this console. Do not touch any of it!”
“Uh, slight problem with that, Gipsy…” Summer pointed down at the floor, where there were metal plates. She and the others hopped over to a patch of floor that wasn’t metal.
“Keen eyes you have, witch.” Airsoft folded his fingers together. “Yes, Avenged Sevenfold is even able to electrocute you through your rubber soles, but there’s more…”
“What else?” Gipsy summoned Spandau Ballet and it brandished its bladed fans.
“You think my Stand is immobile?” Airsoft yelled. “While you were busy trying to avoid the metal flooring, it had already moved to a more strategic location. Can you guess what I am referring to?”
Gipsy looked around the room, but blue light caught her eyes and she looked down, realizing her mistake a second too late. Two tiny figures no larger than half a foot in height were dancing around her bangles, squealing with delight as the electrical humming got louder again. Both of them were angular and skinny, looking almost like childrens’ toys brought to life. One had red shoulder plates, while the other had a visor instead of two eyes.
“Hee hee! Look at this! It’s a metal bracelet!” One of them said in an annoyingly high pitched voice.
“A bunch of them!” the other one sneered. “What were to happen if we touch them?”
They both looked up at Gipsy at the same time, then leaned down and planted both hands against them. The woman was instantly set ablaze with blue light and she was lifted into the air before being slammed against the ceiling, breaking a tube of light and sending sparks and glass raining down around Summer and Fuchsia.
“T-The m-metal! Remove… all your… m-metal!” Gipsy gasped before being thrown back on the ground.
The two women immediately got to work removing any metal they had on them, including their belts, boots and Summer’s jacket. When they got to Fuchsia’s piercings on her left ear, she simply said “Fuch this,” and put them inside her boot. “This melon farmer is going to pay for making me take out my accessories.”
She pounded her fists together and Summer thought she saw a swarm of tiny dots fly from one hand to the other.
“Do you surrender? Or do you want to end up like your friends?” Airsoft stretched his arms high. “Because this is the end of the road for you, Sushi.”
“Nothing’s over while I still breathe!” Summer sent Pegasus Forever out. In a flash, it reached one muscular arm out, grabbing one of the tiny Stands, squeezing hard enough to make its eyes pop out of its head. She looked up to Airsoft, expecting him to be squirming in anguish now, but he still stood there, smiling at them. “W-What?”
Airsoft Yodel laughed a very annoying laugh that made Summer want to punch him in the face. “You really aren’t that bright, are you? I wonder how you managed to outsmart the others with such puny thinking.”
Another two of his Stands hopped onto Pegasus Forever’s hand and yanked at its fingers with strength Summer didn’t know they would have. They loosened one finger enough to release their companion before planting their hands on Pegasus’ armor. The jolt sent Summer down on both knees, gasping for air.
“Avenged Sevenfold might not be as powerful as your Pegasus Forever alone, but when you pair it with the rest of my Stand, their electricity grows with each added Avenger. Observe as I add a fourth Avenger to the mix!” Airsoft raised one clawed hand above his nose.
Another small, imp-like Stand popped into existence. Like the others, the color scheme was slightly different. It too, giggled and joined up with the other three Avengers that were floating around.
“I can do this all day!” Yodel grinned as it joined hands with the others.
The electricity around Summer’s Stand grew and so did her pain. She felt as though her skin was being burnt off bit by bit and her nerves were screaming in agony to her brain, which felt like it could blow at any moment.
“No, you don’t!” Fuchsia swung the fire extinguisher, clubbing all four Stands off Pegasus Forever.
Summer dropped to the ground, exhausted from her ordeal.
“Ah, the nihilist one.” Airsoft clapped his hands together. “I hadn’t expected you to even put in any effort to try to stop me.”
“While I find life meaningless, I find your life more meaningless.” Fuchsia threw him another finger, then sprayed the four Avengers with the extinguisher’s hose.
The four of them cried out, then scattered, disappearing from her view too fast for her eyes to follow.
“They’re too small to follow…” Summer dropped to one side and panted. “But watch out, Fuchsia. Alone, one of them will do nothing more than knock you back. Together, they could prove lethal…”
“Uh huh.” Fuchsia looked over one shoulder. “Celldweller would like to see you try against us, Yodel Doodle Doo.”
“It’s Airsoft Yodel, and you underestimate me.” Airsoft lifted a hand and stroked his mustache with the other hand. “Avenged Sevenfold, attack!”
Four of the Avengers reappeared again and swarmed around her, scratching at her with their tiny hands. One tried to get her from behind, but Fuchsia was suddenly pushed to the side by her Stand and she stepped in a pivot before slamming the fire extinguisher against it. It squeaked, then fell to the ground before she stomped on it with a foot. She didn’t relent and continued stomping on it, even as the other three clawed at her as they swooped around her face and neck.
“Why. Won’t. You. Die?” she said, looking up at the amused Airsoft Yodel. They were missing something.
Summer got up again and grabbed one of the chairs, swinging it above Fuchsia’s head, swiping two of the Stands away. “Without metal or electronics on us, he can’t harm us. All he can do is send his Stand at us to scratch us. We have to use this time to find his weakness. I can’t use Pegasus Forever until we find out what that is.”
“And that is time you don’t have,” Airsoft said, leaning his forehead against one arm. “I have been toying with you all this time, but did you think my Stand cannot affect you, just because you don’t have metal on you? Avenged Sevenfold is able to transfer electricity from one place to another, as you will soon see for yourselves…”
The three Stands stopped assaulting Fuchsia and returned to one of the fallen monitors. Another of the Avengers slid out from behind it, this one colored red instead of the usual pale blue the other Avengers were, then stretched its arm out towards another of the Avengers. It reciprocated the movement and blue electricity passed between their hands, before transfering to the next Avenger.
Fuchsia attempted to swing the fire extinguisher at them, but as the fourth one connected, electricity passed from the monitor into her chest and knocked her down, freeing the Avenger under her foot, allowing it to join the other four. The humming around the two women grew louder and as a sixth one appeared, carrying another monitor, it got close enough to link with the rest of the Stand’s electricity, releasing a brilliant aura of light that made Fuchsia’s cells cry out in anguish and she gritted her teeth together as she rolled on her back. Her insides were on fire and it was as though something had ruptured inside.
Summer tried to help her, but the first Avenger raised its hand and another surge of electricity blasted out, hitting Summer in the chest, dropping her to her hands and knees as she screamed and spasmed.
“By now, my Stand would have vaporized the very nerves in your body. Your brain will be calling for relief, but it will not come!” Airsoft roared, looking very pleased. “Face it, this is the end. Six of my Avengers are pulsing electricity into you. Four will be enough to kill you at a constant charge, but with six of them, your brain will melt into mush in just thirty seconds, and so far, I’ve only been doing this for three. Prepare yourself for another twenty-seven seconds of agony!”
“This is… this is not the end! It can’t be… our parents… depend on us!” Summer tried to resist the electricity coursing through her veins, but it was too much and it was as though her brain was about to explode. She couldn’t open her eyes and she couldn’t breathe.
“That’s right, Sushi. There’s nothing more you can do but to die!” Airsoft cackled. “And for your friend, Fuchsia. What I give you now is the end you’ve dreamed of. You should be thanking me for ending your miserable life here. Behold, the power of Avenged Sevenfold!”
His six little Avengers joined in, laughing with their high-pitched voices as they swirled about in front of the monitors, drawing the electricity from them to Summer and Fuchsia. One of them spun around in a circle and another one began clapping its hands.
“They’ll die here! They’ll die!” The red Avenger cheered.
“No one can defeat our electricity!” another one kicked a leg out like it was doing martial arts.
“The Sushi’s about to be cooked! Die, die, die!”
“Know your place, Sushi.”
On and on, Airsoft’s Stands kept up their insults as they increased the channeling of their electricity.
Airsoft smiled to himself and folded his arms. It was all about to be over in another twenty-two seconds and it would be him who would tell his master that Sushi and her group had finally been eliminated. The others had all failed to please him, but he would not fail, not for his glorious leader. And soon, Dolfy would return with the Nugget People and the world would enter a new era, one where only the purest bloodlines would continue and the unworthy would become dust under their boots.
Airsoft was about to close the window and return downstairs, but to his surprise, Fuchsia had stopped struggling against his electricity and was beginning to get on her feet again.
“Wait… That can’t be right.” He pressed his face against the glass to get a better look. There was no way she could suddenly stand against his power. “You should be on the verge of death!”
“There’s something… You should know about me.” Fuchsia’s arms were the color of charcoal, with the color still crawling up her arms like an infection. “Emotionless, my Stand, Celldweller, is nothing but a voice, a second person to my actions. I may put on an expressionless face, I may pretend nothing means anything to me…”
“W-What, Fuchsia?” Summer couldn’t believe her ears. Her friend had been pretending all this time?
“Cliche, I know.” Fuchsia sighed. Now, the blackness had already crawled up to her cheeks and she stood up completely. “I suppress everything because I don’t want to go through the hurts of life. I still don’t want to, but you’re leaving me no choice here. So fuch everything. I’ll show you just what Celldweller is meant to do.”
The creep completely covered Fuchsia now and she looked like she was wearing a suit of latex under her clothes; her skin was sleek and shiny like rubber.
“Celldweller acts as particles that give me a second layer over my skin, acting as the first line of defense. You’ll find it hard to get through it.” Fuchsia clenched a fist and flung it to one side. “You hurt my friends. You attempted to kill all of us here, but not anymore. After today, you won’t be hurting anyone again. Because you’ll be dead.”
“Are you sure about that?” Airsoft Yodel snorted and slapped both his hands together. He looked absolutely livid. “I’ll show you the full might of Avenged Sevenfold! Unlimited Electric Charge. Do it now!”
The six Avengers looked at one another, then snickered and twisted their heads back to Fuchsia as they linked hands together, floating around the two monitors in a star shape. Two of them picked up another two monitors in their electrical grasp, then the one in front released a star-shaped beam of electricity from its chest. It smashed Fuchsia right in the chest, but after taking one step back, she held her ground firmly.
She raised both arms up and began moving, stepping between the enemy Stand and Summer, taking the full blow of Avenged Sevenfold’s beam attack.
“Sushi, I’m sorry I’m nothing like my mother, nor do I really want to be,” Fuchsia said. “But I’m still her daughter, after all. Even if I don’t look like it, I look out for my friends. I’m going to get you the opening you need and when you have it, send this fuchsing moron to the end.”
“That… I can do, Fuchsia.” Summer blinked the whiteness from her eyes and clutched at her chest. She felt as though the electricity would’ve burned a hole through her, but here she was, alive, if only barely. But it was enough to show Airsoft Yodel just how wrong it was to mess with a Sushi, especially after Fuchsia had done the most surprising of things, giving her an opportunity to win. And she already had the perfect idea. She just needed one more thing, if her theory was right. “Teach him a thing or two.”
“How dare you defy me!” Airsoft Yodel ranted. “How dare you go against Weather Alternate! When I’m through with you, they’ll have to bury what’s left inside a matchbox. Witness my true power! Go, my Avengers! Assemble!”
A seventh Avenger with blue lightning patterns blinked into existence beside its counterparts and joined hands with them.
“Sevenfold, it’s time! No one bests us!” It screeched. “All together now!”
“Unlimited Electric Charge!” They all roared together as the blue beam began to turn red.
Electricity zapped out from the beam, scorching thick black lines across the ground, tearing up metal and cement. One even lanced across Airsoft’s safety glass, cutting a deep groove into it, but still, Fuchsia stood her ground, pushing as hard as she could against it. Celldweller remained over her skin, protecting her from any harm and at the same time, forming across her toes into hooks, allowing her to stay rooted on the ground, keeping any of it from touching Summer, who was now crouched down behind her. Thankfully, Bushido, Gipsy and Prism were out of reach of the devastating attack, or they would've been evaporated on the spot. Summer wanted to run out there to get them as far as she could, but until this was resolved, it was too risky to do anything else.
“Harder! Push harder! More electricity!” Yodel hollered over the crackling of his Stand’s ability. Through the glass, Sushi noticed that the Weather Alternate member was beginning to sweat, with dark patches appearing under his arms and around his collar.
Summer knew he was giving it his all and looking at the seven Avengers floating in the air past the deadly red beam, she knew this was the extent of Airsoft Yodel’s powers.
“Alone, one Stand couldn’t even hurt a person,” Summer said, unable to hear her voice from the carnage in front of her. “But add on another, and another, until there are all seven of them, and they could potentially wipe out an entire building with the amount of electricity they have. But that’s what I had wrong before. Harming one Stand isn’t enough to hurt its master, because they are split into seven beings. But now that they’re here together…”
“They’re all yours, Sushi!” Fuchsia turned her head back to look at her.
Summer got on her feet and nodded. It was time to put her theory to the test. “Pegasus Forever!”
As Pegasus Forever flew out, fists raised, Summer thought back to her high school physics class and how sometimes people would ask weird questions in the hopes of delaying the class.
“Is strawberry a chemical element?” Slugs had asked.
“No, Slugs. Strawberries are not a chemical element.”
“Is wood made of carbon?” Someone else asked.
“Wood contains carbon, but is not a hundred percent made of carbon,” The teacher had sighed.
Quartet Tier had blurted out, “Is electricity kinetic energy?”
The teacher looked about ready to explode, but replied, “Yes, Ms. Quartet. Electricity is indeed a form of kinetic energy. Now, no more questions. We have a lesson to get through.”
Summer didn’t know why she remembered that exact moment, but she wished good fortune on Quartet Tier, wherever she was, because her seemingly inane question had given her an idea that might just save all their lives, if it indeed worked.
Pegasus Forever dashed from Summer’s position, pulling one arm back as its lips peeled back in a powerful neigh. Its fist connected with an offshoot of red electricity, transforming its kinetic energy into potential energy, stopping the entire thing dead in the air, Avengers included.
“What? How can this be?” The Avenger with the visor attempted to move, but could not manage even a wobble.
Fuchsia backed out of the way and Celldweller crawled back down her body, returning her skin to its normal color. “He’s all yours now, Sushi.”
“About time.” Summer cracked her neck from side to side, then stretched one arm out, her palm facing forward, while the other one hooked around her pants. “Time for you to get a taste of what you’ve been doing to us!”
Pegasus Forever smashed its fists together, then let out a ferocious roar before pummeling its fists against the beam of lightning and the seven Avengers.
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With its final punch, it reverted the energy back to kinetic and Avenged Sevenfold and its electricity disappeared in a giant explosion, flying up against the ceiling, melting right through it and out the mountain before being engulfed in a much larger explosion.
“No, no! It can’t be! I couldn’t have lost! Aaaaaagh!” The same had happened to Airsoft Yodel and lines appeared across his body before it splattered across the tempered glass and the rest of the room, disappearing from sight.
Pegasus Forever dissipated behind Summer as she looked out through the new hole. Another Stand master was down.
“Fuchsia, thank you.” She returned to her friend and gave her a pat on the back. “I… I’m sorry, I never knew you were hiding so much.”
“If you knew I was hiding things, then I’m not doing a good job of hiding, am I?” She drawled. “But… you did a good job. Sushi. But not a word of this to Prism. I have enough from her as it is.”
Summer smiled and placed a finger to her mouth. “My lips are sealed.”
“Now we just need to find something on the whereabouts of the Nugget People in this fuchsing mountain.” Fuchsia grabbed her piercings from her boots before putting them back on. “With Celldweller, I’ll bash open the doors and check each room. You check on the others, Sushi.”
As Summer stepped to Prism’s side, Fuchsia called Celldweller back, forming over her arms to the elbows. From the first day she realized she had a Stand, she had already known this was its true power, but because she always acted emotionless and bored outside, her Stand took a different approach and instead became something like an imaginary friend, as Prism would say.
Balling up her fists, Fuchsia began smashing them against the doors as she went on, busting them off their hinges and peering inside each room, looking for anything that might point them in the direction they needed to go. Most of the rooms here seemed to be offices and common rooms, with the exception of one restroom, but towards the center of the tunnel, on the right, smashing the door down, Fuchsia found a room decked out with a large map and a table in the center with papers scattered all about.
Finding it promising, she entered, pushing the papers about, looking for anything that could be useful to them. It was a strange looking datapad under some stacks of paper that soon caught her eye. There were coordinates on it, marked out by a red blip just south of their position, somewhere lower down the mountain, followed by the location of a second Weather Alternate base called Fegel Zwei Base. It seemed to have a sort of tube system that connected directly to that line of caves.
“Fegel Zwei, two squares forward.” Fuchsia drew a finger across the pad. Each square was about half a mile forward, so the next base was a mile ahead. Without opposition, it wouldn’t take long for them to make this trip.
“But the issue now is…” Fuchsia rubbed her chin. “Do we have that long before this Dolfy releases the Nugget People from the age-long slumber? Ah, fuch this. We’re going to be cutting it close. Fuch it all.”