Stand Name: Dry Hands Stand User: Aaron Joestar Stand Ability: Any damage the shield takes, it absorbs and the energy can be released when the sword strikes something. If the shield is shot, and Dry Hands strikes something with its sword, the enemy will feel the power of the bullet and the sword.

"Artyom! Are we really doing this?" Aaron asked while Artyom scrolled on his laptop. He looked up and furrowed his brow. "Yeah?" "Ok, but-but listen to yourself! You want to kill the President of the United States!" "Mhm," Artyom said looking back down at his laptop. "Can I just ask why?" Aaron asked desperately, trying to grasp why his best friend would want to do this. Artyom looked at Aaron once more. "Because he wants to kill me. Therefore, he wants you dead too." "But he isn't doing anything wrong!" Aaron retaliated. Artyom stopped scrolling and looked up at Aaron. "What are you trying to ask?" Artyom asked. "Are..." Aaron looked down at the couch and clenched his fist. "Are we the bad guys?" Artyom paused. "Hey. It's gonna be okay. Just know that the President is evil. I know why, but... I just can't tell you right now." And with that, Artyom went back to silently scrolling through plane ticket bookings. Aaron also stayed quiet, not knowing what to say. Several hours passed and Artyom finally found two tickets to Virginia. The two packed only a backpack each and prepared for the journey ahead. They finally arrived and soon boarded the plane. The two took their seats and relaxed. "Artyom... You know, something's been bothering me."

"What's up?"

"Well, it didn't take long at all to board the planes. Airports usually take forever, but we're already in the plan." "I know, it's crazy." Artyom acknowledged. The two settled down and soon, the plane took off. It rose until reaching cruising altitude. Aarons' eyes started to droop and he almost passed out. Suddenly, Dry Hands' sword appeared in his hand. It was then that Aaron noticed the chloroform rag around his mouth. He quickly cut it off and gasped for air. "Artyom! There's an enemy! Behind me! They tried to put me to sleep with chloroform!" "Symphony!" Artyom shouted as he sent a flurry of punches behind him. But, no one was sitting in any of the seats. "There's no one there!" "What? I swear, someone was there!" Aaron quickly jumped from his seat and frantically looked around for an answer. He saw the door to the bathroom shut and ran after it. Aaron briefly thought about breaking down the door but decided against it. He waited outside before seeing Artyom walking over to the cockpit of the plane. He slowly opened the curtain and saw the two pilots laying there, dead with small puncture wounds around his neck. He took a few steps back before calling out to Aaron.



"Aaron! We have a couple of bodies here! Two!" He immediately regretted that decision because every passenger started to evacuate the plane. "Wait, we have to make a water landing first!" Artyom shouted, but no one listened. Suddenly, a small pamphlet flew in his face. He grabbed it and read. Recently, it has come to our attention that some flights can't make water landings. So, we combined all life vests with parachutes. All parachutes/life vests are stored under your seat. When you are ready to evacuate, simply take a running start and jump out of the plane through any exit. Wait for a few seconds before releasing the parachute. The longest time you can wait before pulling the cord is thirty seconds. If you need to know how high you are, look at the altimeter on your left shoulder. Once you reach 3000 feet, you must pull the red cord on your right shoulder. If your parachute does not deploy, do not panic, pull the backup cord on your left shoulder. If the backup cord does not deploy, you must know what to do. Flip over this pamphlet to read how to survive a fall without your parachute. Artyom threw the pamphlet off to the side and was kind of glad that everyone else was evacuating the plane. There was no way that anyone could get hurt by Artyom or Aaron. Aaron quickly ran back up to the front of the plane and met Artyom there. "Artyom! I'm almost positive that the enemy is on the roof! You head to the back of the plane and I'll chase them down from the front!" Artyom stared blankly at him. "What?" He said confused. "I'm going on top of the plane," Aaron said defiantly. "What? You're crazy, let me do it." Artyom protested. Aaron stared back at him, utterly shocked at his sentence. "Artyom. We are trying to kill the President of the United States because you said so. And I'm the crazy one?" Artyom shrugged and started for the back of the plane. "That's fair." Dry Hands appeared at Aaron's side and stabbed at the roof rapidly, "MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA!" Aaron used Dry Hands' shield to open a hole in the weakened roof. He jumped up and wriggled his way up on top of the plane. The wind almost sent Aaron flying off of the plane, but he managed to stay on just long enough to plant his shield on the top of the plane.

"So." Someone said from under Aaron. He looked down to see a tan woman with long brown hair in a ponytail. She wore a red shirt and a horizontally striped shirt over it. Her pants were the same white with black stripes but instead with vertical stripes. She wore shiny dress shoes and a white trilby hat. She looked like a mobster from the '20s but with tighter clothing. "You're the fabled Aaron Joestar? You look a lot scrawnier than I thought. Especially with those glasses and hoodie. That's not the problem isn't your sense of fashion, though you could touch it up a bit, the problem is you. Cigarette Daydreams!" The woman summoned a black whip with purple thorns and wrapped it around Aaron's shield. The shield went flying into the air and disappeared from sight. Aaron was sent flying off of the plane and into the open air. He had about five seconds before he was sent to fall to his death. Aaron racked his brain for a solution, but couldn't think of anything. "Dammit!" Aaron shouted. "I have nothing! I'm sorry Artyom, but I knew this mission was a bad idea!" And with that, Aaron was sent off behind the plane and was now falling to his death.

