Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20171215205822/@comment-24070327-20180204020615

Mr. Roboto was weak. Ran knew this. He was loathed to admit it. But he knew it. His Mr. Roboto was weak. It was the cowardly and weak Stand of the cowardly and weak Yuusei Ran.

For someone like Ran, who was deathly afraid of drawning any amount of attention to himself, Mr. Roboto was the perfect Stand. It allowed Ran to take action from a distance and then eliminate any and all reliable proof of that action. Thus Ran could avenge himself without incriminating himself. It was a petty Stand, so it was best suited for petty usages. It was designed for retribution, not combat. And so, it was a weak Stand.

"But a Stand is not a brick wall. It is a stepping stone!" thought Ran as he willed the usb cord that was holding the ventilation door into twisting like the mainspring of a wind-up toy. Mr. Roboto's cords were not strong, but they were tough! They were not so tough as to be nigh-unbreakable, but they were tough enough to function as a torsion spring!

"Your Stand does not represent your limit. It represents your status! It shows what you are, not what you can become. So, even if you have a weak Stand like my Mr. Roboto..." began Ran — in thought — an instant before he used the usb that was connected to Mathew's radio to cause the radio to making the loudest and most shrillest sound that it could.

Immediately afterward, Ran allowed the usb cord that was holding the ventilation door to unwind and thereby launch the ventilation door into a frisbee-like spin towards the nape of Mathew's neck. Ran hoped that the sudden noise from the radio would cause Mathew to look down at the radio and thereby straighten his neck's skin to the point where the ventilation door would impact directly against the cervical curve of his spine rather than the rolls of skin that would normally cushion such an impact.

"...you can still become strong!" finished Ran — also in a thought — as he fearfully watched the ventilation door spin towards the nape of Mathew's neck with clenched teeth and balled fists...