[Nothing that Hierophant gauges feels correct. Her pulse is still rapid but she isn't showing a single outward sign of it; her skin is clammy but you wouldn't guess it from the way she's carrying herself. It's not that the physiological reactions have gone away, per se, because they haven't. Reflex and trigger responses aren't things that she has any conscious control over.
But there is something she does have control over, and that's the outward appearance she gives. She makes her body into a opaque container and locks the tempest away inside it, and so long as the container still moves correctly and smoothly and according to script, no one will know any different until eventually the storm loses all its violence and settles down again.
Of course, she's not used to the idea of a Stand being able to measure her vitals without her knowing. Not used to the invasiveness of a creature far better at penetrating defenses to gather information than any of her own detective skills could ever be.]
Even if I don't look my best, that doesn't give you the right to say I'm not beautiful.
[The problem is, she can't answer his question genuinely. Not when she's still fighting tooth and nail to get her raging emotions under control. Acknowledging they exist would mean letting her guard down, and they might all come spilling out again.]
Does he know how to fold paper cranes? I bet he would be good at it.
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[Nothing that Hierophant gauges feels correct. Her pulse is still rapid but she isn't showing a single outward sign of it; her skin is clammy but you wouldn't guess it from the way she's carrying herself. It's not that the physiological reactions have gone away, per se, because they haven't. Reflex and trigger responses aren't things that she has any conscious control over.
But there is something she does have control over, and that's the outward appearance she gives. She makes her body into a opaque container and locks the tempest away inside it, and so long as the container still moves correctly and smoothly and according to script, no one will know any different until eventually the storm loses all its violence and settles down again.
Of course, she's not used to the idea of a Stand being able to measure her vitals without her knowing. Not used to the invasiveness of a creature far better at penetrating defenses to gather information than any of her own detective skills could ever be.]
Even if I don't look my best, that doesn't give you the right to say I'm not beautiful.
[The problem is, she can't answer his question genuinely. Not when she's still fighting tooth and nail to get her raging emotions under control. Acknowledging they exist would mean letting her guard down, and they might all come spilling out again.]
Does he know how to fold paper cranes? I bet he would be good at it.