Venomous Vices

While walking, he would hear a voice speak to him in a teasing manner, practically making fun of the fact that he got completely owned by a receptionist who was not even trying.  He would turn to face her, and would push his finger towards the voice, and say with anger in his voice, "The fuck you talkin' abo-"

The anger would literally leave his voice as he realized that his finger was in something squishy.  Very, very soft and squishy.  Apollo would blush a little as he would soon notice that his finger was poking directly into a woman's breast.  Not just any woman, but a scantily clothed one who was really gorgeous, definitely much better looking than the people back in his country.  Hell, all the women here were lookers compared to those back at his place.  After spacing out for a couple seconds, he would pull back his finger, not apologizing for what he did because she did surprise him and she was gorgeous enough to deserve such thing.

She would then say that she would learn from his example, and started to laugh at him.  Apollo clenched his fist, fighting the urge to punch her, as this woman was gorgeous enough for his tastes.  All the gorgeous women belong to Apollo, whether they realize it or not, and the way to get them is to be nice to them, obviously.  The upset feelings would leave him once she made her intentions clear.  She wanted in that building just like Apollo, and mentioned something about an arrow.  He rose an eyebrow, not knowing what she meant by the arrow on the floor when he flew out of the building.

She would offer a hand in getting access to this building and asked for his response.  Now fully realizing the situation, he would feel calmer about this situation, he would smirk a little as confidence now filled him once more.  She would even introduce herself if she would accept him as her partner, and say her name was poison.  Apollo would stand upright and say proudly, "I actually would love some assistance, Poison.  And I really do hope we can be partners in more ways than one.  My glorious name is Apollo Liece, and I am pleased to meet you."

He would grow his smile, his bright white teeth showing through his mouth.  He would push the glasses on his face further up his nose, as he had a question for this woman.  While fully observing her full appearance, scantily clad clothing and juicy limbs, he himself would be wearing his normal drummers jacket that did not reach his waist, a white t-shirt which had the violet symbol of the Liece family, blue pinstripe pants, and black boots.  Now that he has made her acquaintance, he believed it was time to learn of her motives.

"Now, before we try again, I think I should learn about you a little before attemptin' to storm the fortress.  I mean, build a mutual trust and respect for one another so we can be sure that we will not ditch each other once we get what we are after.  From your talk, I assume you have a stand as well then?  And apologies for back to back questions, but what is your full motive for wantin' to go into that building?  I mean, mine is to find ways to strengthen my own stand, but I am curious as to what your deal is with that place, Beautiful."

When she had asked about the name stand, he would nod and say promptly, "Yes, stand."  Then his general knowledge about her would be filled in, basically telling him that she was very new to the idea of stands.  He already had to deal with someone similar to that back at the zoo, so it was going to be a breeze explaining them to her as well.  

There was something about her that he could not place when she started circling around him, as she would call him the glorious Apollo.  This feeling was immediately recognized, however, as he himself had recently felt this feeling with a vampire and himself.  The sense of superiority.  Probably helps her that she was standing taller than him because of those damn click-clacking high heels.

She would pull him into her, Apollo's upper body now in close contact with Poison's.  She would start talking about how he should have waited to ask her about information, to which he would shake his head in disagreement at the end of this portion of her speech.  He would chime in, having to say to her, "Well, although you truly are beautiful, I still have to get some information from you.  I mean, if you cause me harm because there's somethin' I don't know, then we'd BOTH be up the creek without a paddle."

Then she would actually answer his question, and would tell him that what she wants is information.  Not just any information, but information concerning the stands that she apparently had no knowledge about.  Hell, the fact these spiritual beings being called stands was information that she had been missing out on.  With a chuckle, he would would start to talk, feeling quite proud about his information.

"Well, if you need information about these, then the best you are going to get is information by mouth.  These stands are more or less manifestations of our inner selves, and have powers that have somethin' to do with our inner personalities, more times than not usually.  They are connected with you in the sense that if your stand is damage, you get damaged as well and... what else is there...  Some people are born with the ability to manifest these powers, while others develop these powers later down the line.  And the biggest thin' about stands, is that stand users are drawn to each other like magnets, practically.  Hell, that last bit I did not know until just recently after meetin' someone more knowledgeable."

He would take a small pause after going a stand tangent once again, and during this pause Poison would ask about Apollo's motives.  With a chuckle, Apollo would reply, "Well, I am straight forward myself with this regard, as I want to increase the strength of my stand.  I want to learn more about these, so I can become stronger.  Strong enough to rule kin'doms and the like."

She patted him on the shoulder, releasing him, but he would wrap his arm around her waist and pull her in, saying to her softly, "Oh, by the way, if we really are goin' to go in there again, let's try and figure out what the hell is goin' on with that receptionist.  And since you noticed the arrows earlier, maybe you can take the lead on this?  What do you say to this Poison?"

After separating from Poison, he would walk next to the entrance of the building and eavesdrop on the conversation that the woman would initiate with the receptionist.  For the most part, it seemed that the confrontation was going really well, as she was buttering up this Pablo Honey.  I mean, flattery is a very good way to get to someone close in a short amount of time, and boy was she complimenting the hell out of this man's ability to keep himself well-groomed.

However, once the man asked Poison about having an appointment or not, Apollo himself could easily see this conversation heading south, but he gave the woman the benefit of the doubt in order to have her regain control.  Although she was not able to really get control of the situation once more, there was some interesting information he was able to ascertain from this encounter.  First of all, the rumors were correct in assuming that the Speedwagon Foundation was very knowledgeable about stands and the like.

Another sparkle of information that he was able to gather that indeed this man had a stand of sorts, because he was able to pull some odd maneuver with the man himself a little earlier.  It was nearing the end the portion of the conversation in which Poison would make the claim that the man would throw her out using his stand.  The blonde haired ex-prince smirked as this was probably about as good a time as any to make his appearance, has he rounded the doorway, his eyes locking with Pablo's.

Pablo opened his mouth to try and say something, but was quickly silenced by Apollo shouting at him, "Silence.  If all we needed was to provide proof of our stands in order to see if we would be allowed to have this so called appointment, then why not tell us so?"

"It's not like we can easily tell normal people to summon a spiritual being that they most likely would not have.  And until you show your proof, then I ask you leave the building at once."

It was now that Apollo was paying more attention to the situation at hand that he was able to see it.  It was a smallish looking thing, but it seemed to be really fast as it appeared behind Pablo and then disappeared behind the counter in a blink of an eye.  

Then he can finally see something similar as to what happened earlier, as the small thing was touching the counter right underneath what appeared to be some sculpture art in the shape of a cube.  A very large arrow was formed on the counter top and underneath the artsy cube.

What happened next was that the cube started to move slightly, but started to speed quickly towards Apollo, barreling past Poison's head.  If Apollo did not do anything, this cube was going to deck him square in the chest, no pun intended.  The ex-prince saw no need to pull any special tricks with his own stand's actual ability, but decided to rely on the stand itself.

Just as the cube was a couple feet away from Apollo, the ex-prince summoned his Tyrant Purple.  The spiritual being made a downward swing, aiming at the space in front of the flying cube.  Barely timing it right, Tyrant Purple shatters this cube sculpture and launches its remains at the ground.   Apollo smirks as he looks up at Pablo, and says cockily as all hell, "So, the hell is my appointment goin' to be scheduled?"

While saying this, the remains of the cube would still move in the direction the arrow was pointed towards, even the little particles of debris that can't even be seen with the naked eye.