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"Well, Miss Lycoris. I might as well explain what I just did to your liquor in your hand." Ghiaccio said, a snowy white figure forming to his right. It was Ghiaccio's psychological manifestion, White Album. Currently it did not have its skates and instead looked down at the Asari. "I used my stand, a psychological and emotional 'guardian' of sorts to freeze your liquor. It is what my stand does. It will not attack you, merely because I am it and it is me."
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"Got it."
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"Now then, it would only be fair if you explained how you killed that bartender as well? What was it people called..telekinesis I believe? I met someone who used that once, total fücking ass. Ruined my fun should I said, got glass shards in my back."
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"Nope. They're called biotics. Us Asari have the most natural talent with them, but humans and a couple other species can develop them. They range from blasting people and objects with extreme force to suspending people in the air, helpless, so you can blow their heads off. There are also biotic barriers. They form a barrier to protect from damage. Difference is, unlike other biotics, they're innate and don't require any power to maintain. They [i]can[/i] be amplified of course, but that saps energy. As for how powerful they are and how long we can maintain them, that depends on the our natural ability and our amps. I have an amp specifically designed for me. It increases my power tenfold. And I could rival most people that have an amp without my own."
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"Sounds...interesting to say the least. How I obtained my Stand is nothing interesting. I just got hit with the Arrow. The Arrow is...well I can't really explain it but a person made multiple of them, six I think from a mere meteorite. It carried a virus which was intent on killing Humans...however eventually by the power of evolution Humans adapted to this 'virus'. It granted us a great boon, Stands." Ghiaccio explained, now stretching his arms as his Stand disappeared.
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"Ah. I see."
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"Not a pretty story to be honest.."
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"What gave that away?"
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"Well, getting hit with The Arrow hurts like a bitch...and some don't survive it unless they have outside help. But I digress, I don't just walk around begging for attention." Ghiaccio said, now his Stand appeared again and floating towards the bar counter. Then it went behind it, looking around for something. The Stand then returned to hand a bottle of white wine to Ghiaccio and disappeared.
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"Smart."
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Ghiaccio opened the bottle of white wine and took a sip of it. "This was an okay talk."
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"Could've been worse."