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Trim looked at Rachael.. she put on a cocky smile, as her stand materialized at her side, mimiking her "A stand?" She ask, curious about there being another possible stand user

"Hm. And you...stab yourself with it, or something? Does someone shoot you with it?" He'd guess, thinking of the various ways an arrow might transfer power to a person. "For what it's worth, you don't seem that odd to me." he'd state, turning as he heard new footsteps. Moving to the ordering counter, he would pick up one of the odd bills with two fingers, observing the currency. "Money made of paper...Hm. Most people have paid in coin! Where do you hail from, Jester?"

"Some i believe it just has to enter your body, or you gotta get shot with it in the back of the throat, these are just runors really

Rollo looked to Mono with an expression lacking in much excitement or kindness. He raised his brow.
"I am not a jester, I am Rollo Flamme, of the Noble Bell College." He stated flatly, "I hail from Fleur City, Shaftlands." He gently took the thaumark away from Mono and placed it back on the counter.

"I'm Mono. I come from the endless expanse of space, but currently reside in my version of the worl. It's much more interesting there than in the middle of nowhere." he'd state, deciding to be honest. "Unfortunately, that means my education is rather lacking. I assume you're rather educated yourself, being from a college. I've gathered that's where people go to learn stuff, judging from some conversations I've eavesdropped on. Sorry about taking your money."

"I've been told my curiosity about things borders on impropriety, whatever that word means."

"It indeed borders on impropriety—" Rollo held his purple, celestial-patterned cloth to his nose and mouth, seeming to stop himself from saying anything further. "You are from a different world, I gather. The world that I reside in is commonly known as Twisted Wonderland." He stated, lowering the cloth.

"I guess so. It is a habit I should break, but it's a tad tricky. Everything is just so...odd." Mono said with a shrug. "What's "Twisted Wonderland" like? Sounds like some kind of circus." If you listened closely, one could tell he was not being intentionally insulting, just very honest. The name sounded like a show from a thing he had been recently introduced to: Netflix or maybe some sort of videogame the Astraea had played before, the number of which the man could count on one hand. Certainly no pop-culture enthusiast was he, if it was not already easily obvious.

(( If you're curious, it's a video-game! ))

Rollo sighed, "It is filled with magic." He placed his cloth up to his face again. "Such sinful magic, in my opinion." He muttered.

((haha I looked up thaumarks because I originally thought they were coins so I figured out what TW is, seems cool!))

"How do you mean? Is that why your wonderland is twisted?" He said, looking thoughtful. "Are there monsters and the like, or maybe a nasty villain?" Most universes that had magic seemed to be almost storybook like, much like his own, so it was likely a decent theory in his eyes.

Rollo let out a short laugh, or maybe a sigh, it was unclear. "No, that is just what it is called."

"There.. are monsters, however. In-fact, I think that one.. Night Raven College, allowed a monster into its' education." He said. "Disgusting." He placed the cloth up to his face, yet again. It seemed every time he showed disgust, hatred or negativity towards something, he'd use his cloth to mask that fact. "A lot of people do not believe magic is sinful, but I do." He continued to hold the cloth to his mouth and nose, furrowing his brows.

"Unfortunate. Magic can be useful." Mono mused, thinking "However, not all monsters are monsters. I bet if they were allowed into the school they aren't too bad." he shrugged, noting the man's handkerchief. "No matter, there's no fighting so you won't have to experience magic or use yours." he'd state, eyes tracing the patterns on the man's handkerchief.

"Yes." Rachael's own stand flickered into view. "It just appeared out of nowhere when I first hit puberty. It does some incredibly weird stuff, but I haven't been able to find a practical use for it. For the longest time, I thought I was the only one who had one of these things."

"I'm in the cooler, Peppino"

"You should know what It can do" she said "My story is much similar" she said, her stand disappearing once again "I personally use my stand to fight and such, admittedly Ive been noticing its damage is transfered to me as well-"

Aquila was sitting there inside the bar, sitting on a seat. She had a scabbard at her left hip, covered by her white and blue cloak. She blinked, sipping some wine.

Eman wandered into the bar, once more, as he had been yesterday. This time he didn't have a snake with him though.
He seemed to be trying to find something to do.

He came out and sat watching the patrons. He hadn't had any orders today, which made him bored and questioning why he came to work.

Elan sat there, asleep in full black clothing. She was out cold laying her head on the table, sitting in a chair.

"It's hard to find a practical use for the ability to turn blood into acid, plus it tends to physically drain me if I use it too often."

She perked up when she heard someone. Her blue eyes glanced at Rachel. She was asleep moments ago. But she was born as a survivor. She knew when someone was there.