Christopher Stand Suppression Training

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*Christopher would find himself in a small house. There was a comfy looking couch, a recliner, a flatscreen television, and a rug that was covered in geometric patterns. From one of the three doorways connected to this room walked out a very stereotypical dwarven man. He was two foot six, jacked to hell, had a long beard that reached down to his crotch which matched his long pony tail, and was outfitted in iron armor. The only odd thing about him was the five foot long samurai sword he wore on his back.*
"Guessing ye are the one here for the psionics lesson lad?" *His voice was gruff, and had a heavy Scottish accent. He pulled out a tea set, and poured a glass of tea for Christopher before taking a seat on the recliner.*

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"Good guess, I'm guessing you're Drew?" Chris says, reaching for his cup of tea. He's been getting a lot of tea lately.

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*The tea tastes like mountain dew.* "Yeah name's Drew. Known as the lord of introductions to most folks round here. Guessing you already have a basic understanding of what psionics are, and what a stand is?"
"Also how do you like the Mountain Drew?"

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Chris feels psychic for a moment as Drew says the exact thing he was just thinking about, but doesn't say anything. "Yep, I've got psionic stuff and my stand." Chris says, a second smoke clone of him appearing beside him. Chris offers his clone the rest of the Mountain Drew, which the clone staunchly refuses. Chris is forced to down the rest to be polite.

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"Ah see you must really enjoy it to have already finished it off. Don't ya worry the dorito crumpets are almost done as well." *Drew poured Christopher a second cup of Mountain Drew.*

"All right then this is normally the part where I would suppress your stand to show off the potential of the ability you're learning, but this might not work due to how extremely powerful you are."

*Drew pointed a finger towards Christopher, and he would suddenly feel his mind get pushed against as Drew was attempting to cut off the energy that fueled Chris's stand from his brain. As this happened the dorito crumpets appeared on the table in front of them.*

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Roll persp.

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*Christopher feels a sharp pain in the back of his head, and his stand is forced to retreat. Drew seems a tiny bit surprised, but nods his head as he takes a sip of Moutain Drew.*
"See psionics is mental combat. Stands require a mental aspect to use properly. You cut off the minds ability to communicate with the stand, you cut off the stand. It's just about knowing what area to hit."

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"What if someone's stand's ability is to specifically make things that affect them affect other people?"
Chris rubs his head after that pitiful performance. That Mountain Drew must have thrown him off his game.

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*Drew nodded his head slightly as he picked up a dorito crumpet. He munched on the horrendous snack while he thought.* "This is a bit outside of the range of this specific class, but I ain gonna be a fuckin cunt and not tell ye my opinion cause ya ain't paying me for it. I'd say that there are two ways that come to mind to get around such a ability."

*He held up a dorito dust covered finger.* "The first would be to find out the range of the stand, and make sure that nothing within the range can be transferred to. If their ability is to make things that affect them affect others, they'll be fucked if they have nothing to throw it to."

*He held up a second doritio dust covered finger.* "The second would be to find out if his stand works off instinct, or if it's an actual thing he's doing. If it's a thing he's doing and not automatic when something targets him then you'll notice that they can choose what the affects get thrown to. That also means it's a target based ability, and not A.O.E. Which means they need to sense ya to hit ya. So a powerful enough cloaking ability should counter the stand."

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Chris thinks for a moment on what Drew said and back to the fight with Cheer. For a moment he looks much like CARTER, if he only had a visor the resemblance would be complete. He shakes his head however and keeps going with the training, "Gotcha. Thank you, that's very helpful. OK, but we're not here for that, we're here for the basics. So, I want to disconnect someone's psychic connection to their stand, correct?"

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*Drew nodded his head in response.* "That's the gist of it. It does depend slightly on the stand, but if it doesn't outright shut the stand off it will leave it without anyway to get commands from the user which will severely weaken it. Certain autonomous stands have ways around this, but even those can be shut off by pressing the right buttons in the user's head usually."
*He then motioned to the crumpets.* "Feel free ta try one. It's an old family recipe, and they're really good."

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"Thank you so much, that's very kind." Are the words Christopher's mouth said. He takes a bite and it feels like a dusty dorito bukkake just finished off in his mouth. "So, you want me to give it a shot then?"

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"Afterburner." *Drew said firmly as a plain silver mannequin manifested next to him. The Mannequin was six feet in height contrasting greatly with it's Dwarven user.*
"My stands power is that I can feel what happens to it, but not take damage when it is damaged. I can also control it's movements, but it only has a six foot range. None of this should interfere with what you're trying to do. So just find the part of my mind that is connected to my stand, and suppress it."

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Int and a performance check?

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Yup!

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21 successes on the int check, i used roll beseecher on the performance to reroll it and got two stinkers, so 31

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*Christopher is a bit smarter than the average bear and as he uses his psionic potential to reach out into Drew's mind it isn't hard to find the area that needs to be exerted upon to limit the stand. Before he can actually manage to do the suppression he begins to cough due to the massive amount of cheeto dust into his throat. If he only he could clear it with a beverage, but the only drink available to him right now is Mountain Drew.*

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*I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.* - Nelson Mandela

Christopher takes a swig of the Mountain Drew, pushing past the pain of what is possibly a scientifically designed torture device, and keeps trying. He has to.

Does he?

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*Christopher manages to push past the pain of the Mountain Drew, and once again tries to exert his will onto the Dwarf's mind. Drew just sits there as he patiently waits for the mental attack to come. This time Christopher felt like he was close to actually pulling this off. He had started to push the psionic energy in a direction that made the stand twitch in front of him, but it wasn't dismissed yet. Before he could continue more he coughed a few times from too much liquid in his throat. If only he had a dry snack to go with the mountain Drew. Perhaps one that is made of doritos?*

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I see your value now, Chris thinks as he slams a Dorito crumpet. He knows that any mortal man would've disintegrated under the sheer gamer energy overload, and even as a divine being he was nearing his limit. He decided he needed to stop fighting the doritos and mountain dew.
And *embrace* their raw power.

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*THE RAW GAMING POWER SURGES THROUGH CHRISTOPHERS FORM. HE CONNECTS TO AN ENERGY STRONGER THAN THAT OF THE DIVINE. HE IS A BEING OF PURE GAMING. THERE ARE POGGERS. IN. THE. CHAT!*
*Christopher also finally manages to extend his psionic force in just the right way that Drew's stand, and mind are disconnected from each other. The stand vanishes a second after this happens as Drew gives Christopher a grin.* "Looks like you managed ta figure it out lad. Hope ya enjoyed the snacks as well. Can send ya the recipe if ya want. A man of fine taste such as yeself deserves it."

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"Of course, I would love it, you have my number, well, gotta get going, see ya!" Christopher is running to vomit the second he gets home. The gamer juice is too much for a lowly god. And his stomach is seriously protesting whatever the fuck he just put in it. Mostly the second one. "I'll have to see you again soon, I've been really thinking I wanna train my stand more. I can make smoke clones of myself, I feel like an idiot for not utilizing that properly."

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*Drew nodded his head in response.* "Feel free to request some training. I don't know if I can take you that deep into it though. I only know an introductory level of all things, not exactly a master of stand usage."

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"See you soon, Drew." Chris said, opening a portal directly into his bathroom back home.