From an alleyway nearby, there came a quiet muttering. Just a cascade of “no no no”. From the shadows shuffled a dirty, raggedly dressed raccoon. He milled his paws as he stared at the parking meter now lodged into the dumpster. The raccoon looked particularly distraught at the whole event. He looked around, nodded, and spoke a single word.
“Fix.”
Once, the raccoon’s Stand, materialized in front of his user. A constantly shifting pattern of black and white covered his entire body, while his hands maintained a slight glow of shifting colors. The Stand lashed out, striking the parking meter. It seemed to shimmer, waver, and then vanish. The pavement it had been imbedded in patched itself, and the meter reappeared in its home. The raccoon then sat down, now obviously tired.