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Chapter 1: The Wheel of Fate
Cherie stood at the roulette wheel. She was nervous, and was desperately trying not to let her demeanour give it away. "calm down," she told herself, "it's fine, remember, no one can see your ability." she took a slow, steady breath, and steadied herself as the croupier prepared to spin the roulette wheel. "It's now or never"
She made a single bet, placing all of her money on number fifteen, trying to look as casual as possible. The croupier spun the wheel and the ball while Cherie prepared to make her move.
" Number five." Cherie looked up, startled. The man across from her had also placed a single bet, and not a small one either. The man had an aura of charisma to him, that of someone who was level-headed and in control. He was a young man of above average height and a slim build, he was very handsome, with an elegant face and flowing, medium length pinkish blonde hair. He wore neat pants and a neat jacket, with the left side overlapping the right in a double breasted design and a tight fitting burgundy shirt underneath. Attached to the exposed portion of his shirt was a broach in the shape of a crescent with the two points arching upwards.
Cherie drew her attention back to the roulette wheel. The man's hefty and confident betting had thrown her off, but she couldn't afford to lose it, she had to act now or lose everything.
A figure manifested from her body and hovered over the roulette wheel. The figure was dark yellow in colour, with reddish orange spheres embedded all over its body. It had orange, pupil-less, lens like eyes with vertical slits running across them. It had fairly long, full, darkish red hair and where a human's ears would be, it had disk-like formations, each had two triangular shapes, one shorter one pointing forward and down along the jawline and another longer one pointing up and back.
She had named it 'Cherry Bomb'. It was essentially an extension of Cherie's spirit, and, apart from her father, she was the only one who could see it. Cherie had it position its hand above the roulette wheel. Cherry Bomb was extremely fast and precise, and she had been practicing this maneuver for a month. She was confident she could pull it off flawlessly. However, she was still nervous.
She spared a glance at the man across from her and her heart stopped. He was staring directly at Cherry Bomb. She began to panic, "could he see it? how? Nobody but her and her father had ever been able to see it before." The man's gaze shifted to her and he smiled approvingly, crossing his arms with a look of silent intrigue on his face.
"Five thousand on odd," another man said, "no more bets please," the croupier announced. It was too late to back out, she had no choice but to follow through or lose everything.
"Act now, Act now," she thought to herself. "NOW!" she shouted to herself mentally. She had Cherry Bomb scoop it's fingers behind the ball, matching its speed to give the illusion to everyone else that the ball was still moving on its own. She guided the ball around and around a few times before guiding it into slot fifteen. She looked up at the man, and was deeply worried by the look of satisfaction on his face, something very bizarre for a man who had just lost a lot of money.
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Cherie was in the car park. She reached for her phone to call an uber, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Still on edge, she was startled. She spun around, bringing out Cherry Bomb as she did so. The person took a step back, raising his hands and trying to look as non-threatening as possible. "Whoa there, sorry for scaring you. It's me, from back at the roulette wheel."
"Huh?" Cherie was taken aback. That couldn't be possible. This couldn't possibly be the same man. He wore the same clothes and his hair was the same, but his aura was completely different, much more kind and gentle. Not only that, but his face was different, and while the man at the roulette wheel was of a slim build, this man was muscular, his jacket and pants fitting snug to his form.
"But…" Cherie started, confused. "I can explain later. I'm not going to hurt you, so please don't hit me with your stand," he said. Cherie withdrew Cherry Bomb a bit but kept it out. "My what?" she asked. "Your stand, that's the name of the ability you have," he explained, "I'm also a stand user, that's why I can see yours." Cherie was taken aback. So there were others.
"Listen, I've come to warn you. There are a bunch of the casino's security guys headed towards you, they're probably suspicious of that stunt you pulled earlier." Cherie was worried, this didn't sound good. "Don't worry, I can help you," he reassured her. "Your name, what's your name?" she asked. "My name is Giorgio, Giorgio Una," he replied, "But everyone calls me GioGio."
"JoJo, huh," she repeated, "still, why should I trust you?" she asked. As if on cue, she became aware of five men in identical suits walking in their direction. Giorgio didn't react, but he too was aware of them. They encircled them and one of them spoke. "excuse me Ma'am, we need you to come with us." Giorgio calmly looked towards the man and spoke, "Sorry, she's with me, and we're kind of in a hurry."
The man reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun, exposing it just enough so that they could see it. "I guess you guys prefer to do this the hard way," Giorgio muttered to himself nonchalantly. He looked back up, "SCHIZOID MAN!" he shouted.
A red clad figure manifested from his body, spinning around and planting its fist in the abdomen of the man holding the gun. "ORA!" it yelled. The man doubled over, crumpling to the ground. The other four men were taken aback, "ORA ORA ORA ORA!" before they even had time to react they were each met with a similar blindingly fast blow. After dealing with the men, the figure turned around so it was facing the same direction as Giorgio, floating behind him and to his left, allowing Cherie to get a good look at it.
It was intimidating. Over what resembled chain mail armour, it wore robust looking plate armour from the knees down, as well as from its shoulders down to its hands, on which it wore large gauntlets, the fingertips pointed and resembling iron claws. It wore a knights helmet with the mouth exposed, on the forehead of the helmet was mounted a black crescent with the tips arching upward. All the armour was dark crimson in colour, and it wore a red surcout and a black belt.
The men started to recover, but as soon as they looked up, they began screaming, looking absolutely terrified. Cherie watched in confusion as the men ran away, looking like terrified children. "To create and control vivid illusions in those it touches, that is the ability of my stand," Giorgio explained, drawing Cheries attention back to him, "It's name is Schizoid Man"