I've really been looking forward to this one. Guess what none of the MLP girls have done to their living enemies up until now...

The train from Napoli to Firenze only had one stop between the two cities, in Roma. And because of that, Buccellati's gang was stuck on the train, as were Prosciutto and Pesci. "All right," Prosciutto said, "We know Buccellati and his group has to be somewhere on the train. Pesci, stay here in the cab. They likely haven't spotted us yet but if they do they won't hesitate to stop the train. Keep it going at full steam until we reach Roma. I'll ransack the train from head to tail, and drag them out here! They have the daughter with them, so jumping out won't be so easy for them."

Pesci, meanwhile, was still searching the cab, knowing his Beach Boy had detected two life signs in the cabin. As he spotted something beneath a seat, he tried to reach for it, only to pull back when he saw some mist appearing. Prosciutto had called out his Stand, The Grateful Dead, a torso with large arms and eyes all over its body, with four tentacles where its legs would be. "Jeez, Fratello! You're busting your Stand out here!? That'll kill all the passengers too!"

"If that's what it takes," Prosciutto replied, "But I'm not expecting to have to. Once Buccellati and his gang realize something's wrong, they'll come out to inspect the situation. My only concern is Rarita. She won't be as affected by The Grateful Dead's power, and we don't know what her Stand can do." "Then you shouldn't use your power on yourself!," Pesci pointed out, "You're normally immune, you should keep it that way!" "If I do, they'll spot me and kill me before I have a chance to strike," Prosciutto pointed out, "Just remember to keep downing ice." Pesci gulped and nodded.

Rarity had been passing drinks to the group as they settled in until the train reached Firenze. "Ah," Narancia exclaimed, "Man these drinks are cold and refreshing." "How long until we reach Firenze?," Giorno asked. "I think it's three and a half hours," Rarity said, "With a brief stop in Roma after an hour and a half." "Whelp, if no one's going for it," Narancia said, "I'm gonna have some of the fruit on the table." He went for a banana, only to wince when he tried to bite into it. "Jeez, it's hard!"

He then blinked when he saw the banana start to dry up and fall apart. "Uh... I don't think that's normal." "What's that mist coming in from the ceiling?," Abbacchio noted. The group looked up, and sure enough something was creating mist that filtered into Mr President. "Stand attack!," Buccellati realized. "Did they find us in the turtle?," Mista asked. Buccellati shook his head. "I doubt it. Otherwise they'd be trying to kill it or drag us out. No, this is an indirect attack. Some sort of aging power. But why was only the fruit affected?"

"I don't know," Giorno said, "But I'll bet the passengers on the train aren't so lucky. This is an indiscriminate attack to try and find Trish." "What do we do, Buccellati?," Fugo asked. "We have two options," Buccellati replied, "We either escape with Trish, or try and fight the enemy without knowing their effective range. And look, we're starting to get affected, if slowly." The group looked in the reflection in the table. Sure enough, the guys were starting to show wrinkles, but Trish and Rarity seemed more or less fine.

"I don't seem to be fully affected yet," Rarity noted, "This Stand must have some sort of determinate factor that lets it target us without killing Trish. But at the same time that factor lets me get away more or less unscathed." Giorno's eyes widened. "Body temperature! That must be the factor! Rarity was handing out cold drinks, which we all drank. But the oddly high temperature in the room is why the fruit got affected first. There is a small difference in the average body temperature of men and women, due to women having more body fat. Likely any women the Stand user can see is heavily affected by now, but they can't see Rarity or Trish, so they aren't showing any aging signs yet."

"In that case," Buccellati said, "Rarity, you take point. Find the enemy and put them down to stop this. Mista, back her up. Take the ice in the freezer to hold back the effect. As you continue to age your Stand will start to weaken, so keeping cool will help hold that off. I'll stay down here and start using the ice machine to try and keep everyone down here cool. Maybe even see if there's an air conditioner." Mista nodded and grabbed the ice tray, which still had a few cubes in. Rarity formed a crystal door over it to maintain the cold, and they headed out.

The cabin they found themselves in was empty, save for the aging body of the engineer. "Looks like the Stand user was here for a while," Mista noted, "Think he's dead?" "If he is, it'll be awkward when the Stand user's power is undone," Rarity noted, "Let's hit the AC." She tossed a crystal at the AC button in case of a trap, which caused the crystal to shatter against something inside the machine. They caught a glimpse of a fishing line and hook being reeled in. "Oh great," Mista said, "There's two of them." Rarity threw another crystal quickly, hitting the button on the AC.

"That should buy everyone some time," she said, "Especially our friends in Coco Jumbo." Over at the bar, Pesci was confused when he felt a crystal hit Beach Boy. "That had to have come from a Stand, which means one of Buccellati's group. But which of them uses crystals as their power? Ah man, I know their faces but not what they can do!" He then saw a pair of bullets hit the glass with his ice, causing it to shatter everywhere. He gasped when he saw Sex Pistols, Cinque and Sette to be specific, start throwing the ice to ground. "There he is!," Sette said, "That guy freaked out when we hit the ice! And he's holding a fishing rod!"

"They found him," Mista said, "Just like we thought, he had to know what his partner's Stand is and how to counter it, so he hid at the bar and placed the line at the AC." "Good thing I thought not to touch it directly," Rarity said, "I doubt we'd be so lucky as to have it phase through us." Rarity burst in, spotting Pesci held down by an old man. "Found you!," she called out, "Art of the Dress!" Art of the Dress moved to grab Pesci, only for the old man to grab it. Mista saw the act. "Rarity! That old man's the other Stand user!"

The old man, who was indeed Prosciutto, chuckled as his aging reversed. "Fratello!," Pesci said excitedly, "That was you all along!" "And now that I have the only girl in the group," Prosciutto said, "I can age her more easily. The Grateful Dead!" Rarity smirked when nothing seemed to happen, confusing the partners. "I'm sorry, were you expecting to age me through my Stand. I notice that your Stand only works on living things, which is why the train's still running at full speed. And Art of the Dress is similar, being made from purely inorganic crystals!"

Art of the Dress grabbed Prosciutto's wrist. "You, on the other hand, are not so immune to my power...," Rarity said darkly. Prosciutto gasped when the crystals started forming on his arm, the spikes already digging into his skin. 'Shit... She thinks along the same lines as me... She's intending to kill me...' Rarity jerked her head up and erected a crystal wall as Pesci tried to cast Beach Boy to hook her. The hook clinked off the crystal. "Damn it!," Pesci said, "Those crystals are coated in Stand energy! Beach Boy can't phase through them! Fratello, are you okay!?"

"You stopped her just in time," Prosciutto said, "Any longer and she probably could have made these spikes digging into me wider. As it is the crystal won't come off unless she's dead, and they can't be aged since they're not a living thing. But there's one more issue. Only Rarita is here, so where's Mista? He only showed up long enough to warn her." Pesci gasped. "He must have gone to the others!" "I'll hold off Rarita here!," Prosciutto said, "Get to the cabin from the outside!"

"But I...," Pesci started. Prosciutto stopped him by holding his face. "Listen Pesci! You need to gain a spine here! Your Stand is strong, strong enough to take on that group. But only if you have the strength of will to pull it off. Hurry back to the cabin, find out where they are. Get going." Pesci gained a determined look in his eyes and nodded. "Be careful Fratello..." He cast out Beach Boy and flew out the window. Prosciutto looked at Rarity. "To be honest, I thought I had your actual arm. But I was so old at the time my sense of sight and touch didn't let me register that I was holding onto a Stand. But if your Stand can be touched by people..."

"Normal people can't see the crystals," Rarity clarified, "Only feel them. And that includes my Stand. Really Art of the Dress has no true physical form, only a body made from grown crystals that it can control at will." "If the body is just more crystals," Prosciutto said, "Then I can just shatter it altogether! The Grateful Dead!" The Grateful Dead struck out, breaking off an arm. Said arm then plowed into Grateful Dead, knocking the wind of Prosciutto.

He collapsed as he saw Art of the Dress grow a new arm. "Yes Art of the Dress can be broken, with enough effort," Rarity said, "But because you're only damaging the crystal body, not my actual Stand, it can regrow any lost pieces, and control the chunks that get broken off. Because of this attacking and damaging the body will do nothing to damage me." She saw Prosciutto breathing heavy and realized something. "You were expecting me to exert myself... The more horsepower a car puts out, the hotter it gets. As a woman, I am more resistant to your aging effect, but you have other tricks to get around that. Luckily my Stand has options for attacking that don't require me to move around much."

'Damn...,' Prosciutto said as he got up, 'I lost the element of surprise. She stayed still and took the blow knowing that it wouldn't affect her, just so she could rub it in my face. And because of that, she caught on to my plan before it could even get off the ground.' He saw Art of the Dress create a few crystal shards and fire them at the windows. "Let's get some more cold air in here!," Rarity called out as the window exploded outward. "I hope Pesci is doing better than I am...," Prosciutto muttered.

Pesci felt a sense of serene calm as he casually stepped on the neck of one person who tried to get him to stop the train because of a "disease". "Okay... I can do this. Now, I know I saw something near the dashboard and seat." He heard the sound of shattering glass. "Was that Fratello? Did he or the girl slam into the windows? I'd like to figure out what's happening, but right now there's no time." He inspected the cabin and found something near the seat.

"Animal droppings?," Pesci asked, "What animal would still be alive while Fratello's Stand is active?" He thought for a moment. "The only animal I can think of that's small enough to hide and can live even through Fratello's aging power... Is a turtle. They can live for at least a century easily. And sometimes even animals can become Stand users. But where would one be hiding?" He cast out Beach Boy and started swinging it around, until he felt a tug, but on the ceiling. "Someone on the roof?," he wondered. He gave a pull and gasped. "Two people inside the roof! From the weight of the one on the line, it must be Buccellati!"

A zipper opened in the ceiling and Buccellati and Giorno dropped down. "I see, the new one as well," Pesci said, "Well try to fight all you like. Even if I can't kill you, Fratello certainly will." "Not if Rarity kills him first," Giorno pointed out, "Buccellati, can you get the line?" "Not a problem," Buccellati said as he started using Sticky Fingers to start dismembering himself through his zippers as the line began moving through him, until he finally unzipped his torso. Pesci grunted. "That's some determination. But I can still hook you both right here." He threw out his line.

Prosciutto had managed to get out onto the roof. 'There should be plenty of open space. Rarita's Stand seems to be able to grow crystals on anything, even thin air. But out here it will be easier to dodge.' He winced, feeling the crystal on his arm start to grow again. "It doesn't matter where you go," Rarity said as she rose up on a crystal platform, "My crystals are on you now, so my Stand can track you no matter where on this train you are." The Grateful Dead lashed out with its tentacles, but Art of the Dress grew a few more limbs to grab at them.

"You're ultimately a very weak Stand user," Rarity noted, "I'm assuming your partner is the real muscle. Understand how your Grateful Dead works, and it can be rendered harmless. But the other man's fishing rod Stand can only be stopped by Stand energy. And the longer I take here... The harder it will be for the others to fight him." Prosciutto chuckled. "I see... You're a real gangster after all. Our group's leader didn't think much of you, a complete unknown. We thought Polpo had gone mad when rumors of two people taking the test together began to surface. But now it's clear... He saw something in you."

Rarity then spotted a phone in his hand. "I may not have found out how you escaped our notice," Prosciutto said, "But I can make it so the next one can track you anywhere!" He lunged forward and slugged Rarity straight up. "Bastardo!," she called out as she kneed him in the groin, "I'm not sure why you just did that, but as far as last actions go it was a poor move! Art of the Dress!" Art of the Dress started punching Prosciutto endlessly. "CARO CARO CARO CARO CARO CARO CARO CARO CARO! Che caro tesoro!" She left Prosciutto falling off the train, a crystal spike lodged in his skull.

Pesci was stunned. Giorno had just used Gold Experience to create a small turtle from the seat cushions which wound up blocking Beach Boy. But now both the turtle and Beach Boy were now deadlocked. "I see," Giorno said, "So whatever attacks your line feels a psychic shock. As it happens, the animals Gold Experience creates by infusing inanimate objects with life force will psychically lash out with that life force if attacked. That energy is going back and forth, leaving both of them at an impasse."

"D-Damn it!," Pesci called out, "And just when I'd gotten my confidence up! I had no idea such a Stand power could exist!" He then gasped when he saw the few age lines on Giorno and Buccellati start to fade. "Looks like Rarity just dealt with the other one," Buccellati said, "That only leaves you." Pesci took a step back. "No... Fratello..." "This train is useless to us now," Buccellati said as he hit the brake, "I've no doubt your partner told the rest of the group where we're heading. We'll be taking an alternate route."

"In the meantime," Giorno said, "We won't be having you following us. Gold Experience!" Gold Experience struck Pesci in the face and sent him flying out of the train. Buccellati already had Sticky Fingers lay a zipper down, its hand still on the handle, and the side of the train zipped open. "Close, zipper!" Buccellati and Giorno were sent racing after Pesci's body as they left into the air. "Are you ready prepared for this?," Buccellati said as he neared Pesci. Giorno appeared right next to him as they called out, "We are." Gold Experience and Sticky Fingers started pummeling Pesci.

"MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA!" "ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI!" As Pesci felt his consciousness leave his body, while said body fell into pieces, the two allies called out, "Arrivederci!" Pesci's pieces fell into the nearby river, though some did fall near the bank. Rarity hopped off the train as Trish came out to see what all the noise was about. "What was all that?," she asked, "And what are those ghosts you have with you?"

The trio looked at each other. "You can see our Stands then?," Rarity asked. "I'm not sure what you can call them, but yes," Trish admitted. "Then it's as Formaggio suggested," Buccellati noted, "She may not be fully awakened, but Trish does possess a Stand of her own. But right now she can't manifest it the way we can." "Her father is likely a Stand user, right?," Giorno asked. Buccellati nodded. "And like most of us he got his Stand from the arrow, but no one has actually seen it. It's likely that the act of gaining a Stand from the arrow gave the boss's daughter an inherited Stand, which she can't yet control."

Giorno looked down. "My father... Got his Stand the same way, and his overwhelming presence caused those who shared his blood to either gain a Stand or become sick. Could the same thing happen here?" "Probably not, Giorno," Rarity assured him, "All things considered the boss is still human in the end." "I'm sure there's a story behind your conversation but we'll have time for it when this is all over," Buccellati said, "Let's get Coco Jumbo to the nearest truck stop and hop on the first truck heading for Venezia."