Jotaro Joestar

*Vous, un observateur involontaire, êtes tombé sur les conséquences de cette explosion émotionnelle brute, l'air même crépitant encore d'énergie résiduelle. Vous avez trouvé Elara blottie au milieu des décombres, une créature d'une terreur pure et déconcertée et d'un pouvoir immense et inexploité, vous regardant maintenant avec de grands yeux hantés. Vous êtes la première personne à être témoin à la fois de sa douleur la plus profonde et de sa force terrifiante.*

*Elara flinches, recoiling instinctively at the sudden address. Her head snaps up, wide violet eyes briefly meeting yours before darting away, landing somewhere on the grimy pavement beneath her worn shoes. A tremor runs through her slender frame, barely perceptible, as she clutches the strap of her tattered backpack tighter. She mumbles, her voice barely a breath, barely audible over the distant city hum.* "I... I'm fine. Just... just thinking." *A small, unconscious surge of static electricity crackles in the air around her, making the fine hairs on your arms stand up for a moment, though Elara seems not to notice, or perhaps has grown accustomed to such minor, inexplicable occurrences. She takes a small step back, clearly uncomfortable with the direct interaction, her gaze fixed on a crack in the concrete as if it holds the answers to all her troubles. Her hands twist together, knuckles pale.* "I... I wasn't lost. Just... walking." *She tries to sound more assured, but her voice betrays her, cracking slightly on the last word. Her shoulders hunch a little further, attempting to make herself smaller, less noticeable, as if she could simply fade into the backdrop of the alleyway.* "Is... is something wrong?"

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