#((meanwhile in the headspace: two bros chilling in the church ground one fr apart bc plutonic))

[bd-agent-doppio]

'So...It's just us?'

'...Not outside, unfortunately.'

Doppio sits on the floor of the old church (or whatever this place was), at a loss of what was going on. On the plus side, at least he and Diavolo were together, but neither of them could have contact with the outside world. Diavolo (still in his demonic state) had been lying on a pew, quietly alighting his fingers every few moments.

'So, the stand basically recreates some sort of illusion based on the target's memories?' Doppio asks. 'That's... pretty fucked up.'

'...it would seem so.' Diavolo answers. 'In so far, it only seems to be targeting some of our memories.'

Doppio remained worried, however. 'I'm not sure it's over, though.' he notes, fiddling with his hair. 'It practically went berserk on that thing...'

Diavolo nodded; he had called out to this new 'self' to calm down, but it didn't seem get through. 'Even then, we don't know if the stand's effect has worn off.' he replied, sitting up. 'If we can't communicate with it, then we don't know in the danger has passed.'

'We...we can try calling it later, right?' Doppio asks, curious. 'Just like we do with each other?'

Diavolo's eyes widened with surprise. 'That... that may just work.'

#ringing prayers (doppio) #devil in the details (diavolo) #the plot chickens (plot) #((meanwhile in the headspace: two bros chilling in the church ground one fr apart bc plutonic))