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{ Ambrose can't possibly understand on his own, not with what knowledge he is still sorely lacking, but he can still bear witness. the gleaming figure here in the semi-dark, tangible and connected to the other man with him, is unknown but absolutely present with them.

he doesn't realize his embarrassing misunderstanding until Polnareff's hand hovers beside his head, and he gives the creature a name, Silver Chariot. it vanishes, but the sensation around it does not dissipate — simply realigns, moves. behind him again.

Ambrose twists around, following Chariot and settling his eyes on the other man, awe-struck and curious. whatever this phenomenon is, this Stand, he cannot say, but he is interested to try.

now might be simultaneously the best and worst time to begin. }

It's...an extension of you, isn't it? { he gazes from Polnareff to his magical cohort, aligned to him like a familiar; is it some sort of sorcery, or an innate gift? Silver Chariot...clad in armor and holding a rapier at the ready, staring back with beady, glowing eyes. } Un chevalier.

{ is that what Polnareff is? a knight of some deeper realm, one who rises up when danger rears its horns for a victim to gouge? } I don't think I possess anything so outstanding as this gift of yours.

{ although he can see them and, moreover, sense them, which Ambrose doesn't realize is unique in any way. } The electrical discharge — was another one of these Stands? Whose?

[polnawrath]

Yes and no. I'm not an expert, but— he's linked to me. [ 'He', not 'it', the way Polnareff had always thought of Chariot since childhood. He's past the point of thinking he was the only one, past believing he was alone in his powers, but the fact that his Stand is a thinking being with its own intertwined will is something Polnareff has never doubted.

What he is doubting is right in front of him. Polnareff crosses his arms, Chariot waiting next to him. ] I've never heard of someone who can see then but doesn't have one...maybe you just haven't met yours yet. [ Is that possible? Hadn't Jotaro discovered his own just weeks before starting to search for DIO?

And then Polnareff sighs, arms going to his hips as he walks up closer to the stranger — is he still a stranger, now? — to look at the outlet with suspicion. ] We don't know whose Stand is doing this. We just know we need to stop him before he gets anyone killed.

[ Polnareff's expression settles into something a little more serious, a bit more grim. Chariot floats right after him, vigilante towards the hallway until he turns with his master to consider the stranger as well. ] If you can't defend yourself with a Stand, you should leave.

We'll take care of him. You'll be safer outside. [ His tone isn't condescending, just confident — Polnareff assumes he's looking at a civilian without any supernatural powers. ]