Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27560171-20170118024939/@comment-26912075-20170131172502

Lucario of the Gods wrote: Kakorat wrote: Lucario of the Gods wrote: "You should ease up a bit. Probably the desert heat starting to do things to you during the day, so try and stay a little more hydrated before the Sun ends up frying your brain." Depeche jokes as he eases his posture a bit, smiling as he brings out a piece of silverware from one of his pockets - a spoon that he proceeds to toy with by twirling it between his fingers.

"I know you're new to all this Stand business, but you can't let it get to your head. Otherwise you'll be paranoid all the time and you'll be liable to make mistakes when success most counts. Just try and think ahead and what you reckon you'll do with that prize money when we win." "You can have all that prize money if you want, Depeche..." Joachim says as the rain begins to cool the heat of the sun's rays on the land, "As for me, I think I'll return to a quiet life. I hear the Speedwagon Oil Foundation is hiring, maybe I can get a job there." Joachim looks off into the distance, daydreaming as they continue their ride through the desert. "Hell, I wouldn't know what to do with it all. I'm here because I love the thrill of the competition to be found in horse racing  and I'd be doing myself a disservice by not at least participating. ... Saying that, with that prize money, I suppose I've some foolish hope that I'll be able to find someone I can pay to get my sight back. I've tried more kinds of herbs and snake oil than you can imagine. I know this'll sound silly, but I'm holding out on some small hope that one day, I'll be able to open my eyes and admire the Sun that shines over God's green earth again."

Depeche sighs in a somewhat melancholy fashion, briefly overcome by the memory of a sunlit horizon,  before steeling himself once again and continuing to listen to the rain. "I dunno, maybe I'll just buy a ranch, hire a couple stable hands, and live like a bum for the rest of my days." Joachim looks back at Depeche, struggling to remain focused through the beatuiful sound of the rain, "Have you ever heard of faith healing, Depeche? I think it is just one big joke, but, in my village, there is an artifact gathered from the 'Grave of Sinners'. It is supposedly a piece of an angel that was downed to earth to judge those who come into the sacred land, but, in reality it just is a hoax. Saying that, I once came down with a serious illness, destined to die, but the people brought that item to me, and I was magically cured." Joachim laughs a little to himself as he recounts the tale, "I'm not one for superstition, however, if you are desperate enough to regain your sight, I think that may be your only option."