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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:13:18 GMT
DIO:
God damn that Jonathan Joestar. He just had to go and foil all of his plans. He was careful with the planning. He was careful to get on the good side of their 'father.' He was careful to obtain the poison in the most secret of places. He was careful to do everything he possibly could to keep Jonathan out of things; to break him; to make him trust him later on when he was more of an adult.
And to no avail.
Somehow, JoJo managed to ruin everything. Managed to make it so that Dio was now a perpetrator to the law (not that he wasn't already, and not that he didn't care). The worst part though was the fire. He could still remember everything that had gone into the meticulous plan and the bastard that had appeared and destroyed everything.
He snorted slightly, shoving his fingers into another woman's neck, sucking out her life energy as he worked on healing his wounds. This morsel was only good enough for food; he wasn't going to turn her into one of them. She wasn't pretty enough, she wasn't useful enough. Besides, right now, he needed all the life energy he could get; leaving even a speck in her would not give him what he needed.
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Finally ensuring that he was completely healed - at least for the most part - Dio disappeared from his little haven that he had created of his own hands. Making certain that everything was handled, he donned his red scarf over his outfit, heading into one of the neighboring villages to see what he might find.
Everyone greeted the vampire with a smile and a nod, Dio returning them, his attitude charismatic, his handsome features making him even more a stunner to the hearts of the women. No one would ever find out about his true nature, about the monster he was. There was no need for it; after all, he had more important things to do.
As far as Dio was aware, his pathetic brother had died in the fire a year ago. After all, he was not a vampire - his skin would have disintegrated with the heat that was scorching the entire building. And the better part was - he could not regenerate.
He wanted to take control of the world, and quickly, but sometimes, a little bit more meticulous planning went well. Besides, he had an eternity to figure it out.
Chuckling at his own, dark thoughts, the cunning 'man' continued forward. Mayhap he could summon even more to his forces before much longer.
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:13:32 GMT
She was a very hard worker, wrapped in a fantasy world with no possibility of ever being pulled out. Many people of the village addressed her as a 'stupid girl,' and said she would likely never even get married because of her stupid ambitions. She was already in her twenties, after all, and nobody bothered with a young woman who was much more concerned with slaving over needles and threads than other things.
Which, she thought that was fine. That sort of life was not one she saw cut out for herself, anyways.
She stayed in her cottage, completing another one of her dresses and showcasing them on a handmade mannequin once her handiwork was finished, and those were the way she wanted to spend the rest of her days.
Suits were strung up across her living area as well, as if she intended for these sorts of cloths to be sold, but alas, who would even bother? They looked high quality-- certainly, she had some talent-- but no one would bother the thought of buying one in a place like this. It was the reality, but it was not one that she would face.
For a moment, she stood at the corner of the room and admired her works, her smile rueful as it placed itself upon her features... Before a sudden commotion from outside had stirred her interest.
She scurried to the door and poked her head out, blinking. Oh... It had gotten a bit late... No matter, that's not a big deal. What had been.. Was the odd man entering the village.
He was a blonde man, his hair a bit messy. His eyes were peculiar.. A he walked with a great amount of confidence.
His clothes were no doubt expensive. She admired the handiwork from her place. How could he afford something like that? Unless he tailored them himself... Or was actually a noble.
She find herself exiting her cottage and standing by the door, just staring.
For a woman who hadn't gotten out much, she still seemed to be intent on looking her best. She donned one of her own dresses, a large bow at the torso area, and many lining the bottom hem. She herself was a brunette, and her eyes were a dull brown. She preferred her hair down, although maybe it would compliment her looks if it were up. Oh, well. That was the one thing she didn't care about.
".... Excuse me?" She called out to him, although her voice had still been a bit quiet. "Ah, I was wondering... Do you know who tailored that outfit? You see, I've been wanting to get some advice from other tailors, but.."
Other people of the village sneered at her as she spoke. Many of the men had said, "don't mind her, she's a boring woman," but her eyes only stayed on whom she'd inquired of and didn't move until she received her answer.
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:13:43 GMT
The vampire turned his attention to the woman across from him. She was a beautiful thing, a good person that was definitely making a way for herself in this world, a diligent worker was what he needed above all else, even more so than a group of strangers that were definitely not wishing to do anything with their lives.
He smirks a little at the rest of the villagers, his very attitude seeming to come across as... not exactly rude, but displeased with the way they acted towards the young tailor. Someone with this much passion could only be described as loyal; who knows? Maybe if he played his cards right, she would be willing to come with him away from this pathetic village without any kind of life.
Smiling to her, he gave a bow, his very features seeming more and more gentleman like. He didn't care if she was a boring woman or not; she had all the qualities he was looking for in an underling - besides, she was also cute. Another good thing to mark down in his book. If he was perhaps to remain with her for centuries longer, he would prefer a model compared to a stick.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, young miss. My name is Dio," he states, his English completely smooth and composed as usual, the devilish glint in his eye marked only as one who is having pleasant conversation with someone else that he might end up taking a liking too.
"I do indeed know whom tailored this wonderful outfit for me. The only issue is that they life far away, quite a journey. I was heading that way again to have a meeting with them; would you be interested in accompanying me on my way?"
Hopefully, hearing that she would be able to go to see an excellent tailor would be enough to get this woman already started on his train - they would have to see. It was either that or he would be forced to take her by whatever other means were necessary.
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:13:53 GMT
The villagers seem nearly appalled that such a handsome man would give that 'boring wretch' even the second of the day to waste his time. Some even gasped, took a step forward, and other, braver would even stepped to his side, reaching for his arm to lead him away, saying things like "no, it's okay, don't entertain her, you don't need to feel sorry if she feels bad."
But she still ignores them. Acts like she doesn't hear the words that sting in all reality. She only keeps her gaze upon him, as she had been, and slowly, she comes to smile at his politeness. This is of which, from a stranger or from anyone, she has not seen given to her in a long time.
Perhaps this only goes to show her naïvety, but even so.
"My full name is Ashley, but please call me as you will. As you can see, I... Am rather popular with nicknames."
She averts her gaze to the villagers who are glaring at her for 'wasting this young gentleman's precious lifetime,' as they would say. She takes in a deep breath for composure, and then looks back to him, smiling wide. So it seemed that his remark had definitely caught her interest! In fact, it had so much to the point where she had been fiddling with the bow rather vigorously on the front of her dress.
"I-- That is great news! I'm very glad! But, I...."
She glances to her cottage door. If she had nothing to present to the esteemed tailor they were to be 'visiting,' she would surely be wasting their time... But did she have any time to pack at all? She gazed back at him, and stood in confliction for a moment.
"I very much would like to accompany you. It would be an honor and a pleasure. But I would need at least a few hours to assemble some things I'll need for the journey... Would it be alright for me to ask you to wait? Do you have that kind of time? If not, please feel free to leave me. To cause trouble for the sake of my own dream is not something that I live for."
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:14:04 GMT
The vampire's eyes sparkled dangerously in the twilight that was starting to form over the village. It was a good thing that the darkness had been sneaking in as it had; if there had been too much sunlight, he wouldn't have been able to arrive until much later. It was annoying to him that these people were calling this hard worker, this perfect slave and servant, such horrid names. She wasn't even necessary as a sex toy - if anything, he would teach her to adore him, and through that, would show her the importance of staying close to him and following him.
He shakes off their wandering arms, turning around, anger completely flowing on his gentlemanly features, his composed mask falling from his face as he shows his obvious displeasure at their speaking, a slight sight of the true monster inside coming to light for the villagers, though not even viewable to the girl he had taken an interest in.
"Ashley, I see," he states, offering her yet another smile as he bends a small bit to her level. "My name is Dio." He refused to give a last name, his innards seeming to squirm at even the thought of it. DIO was all he would ever need in his life - the Brando part of him could die, just as it had previously.
"There is nothing to concern yourself with. If you would like to gather items in order to make the journey flow better for yourself, or for allowing yourself to follow your dream, do feel free to do so. I would not be planning on leaving immediately anyway; a few hours of rest would do us all well, I do beleive."
If there was something he wanted right now, it was for this woman to travel along with him, for her to want to stay by his side. Ever since Weng had fallen, he had needed to find himself a new, trusty advisor - or at least someone who might buy time to help him avoid others. And this woman would be the perfect epitome of that, even should she not be transformed - yet.
"Your dream is more than important," he states, brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead back into place. "Do allow me to know when you are ready; I shall go tend to my horses as I wait."
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:14:15 GMT
The villagers retract immediately as their arms are swiped away, dread filling the hearts of men and women alike. They were afraid of angering such a well-mannered, dapper looking guest, but more than that, there was something about him that shown just then.... That was just absolutely terrifying.
They cleared away from him, maintaining distance from there on forth, and let him tend his business, while seeming to glare even harder at this useless girl, who had somehow managed to 'chain his heart,' as they may have seen it.
But Ash herself does not pay attention to any of this. Her smile has yet again returned, an area of fondness already forming in her heart for this faux prince. She had believed that he would truly help her. No one had ever done this in her lifetime, and so, believing him was such an easy task. The soft spots of others were easiest to pull around by, and Dio, of course, must have known this.
Ash had not. She was overjoyed, and flattered that he would so much as even try to level their gaze.
This joy showed over by the way her dipper her head a bit to laugh, covering her mouth with the palm of her hand.
"Dio.. Thank you. I am very grateful to you. I owe you. Don't let me forget that. Oh, maybe I'll tailor something for you..."
Her speech melted into her thoughts, eyes searching around curiously, before she seemed to phase back into reality with a small jump.
"Oh! So sorry. Maybe I should keep whatever I think of a surprise, haha. Well, in any case, I will begin packing right away, sir Dio. It's alright if I call you this, yes? If you need a place to rest, also, please feel free to come inside. I'm going to make some sweetened tea to bring along, too, but I won't take too long. I promise."
She nodded her head, shutting her eyes as he straightened her hair out, and her smile held a sweetness that could rival honey's at that point.
A moment, and she would snap out of her dreamland she constantly seemed to melt into, and laugh sheepishly once again.
"I'll waste no more of your time. But thank you, truly, so much. I will tell you when I am prepared."
And like this, she disappears within her cottage again, immediately starting to pack away her samples and other dresses she could change into when needed. However, she keeps her door open, if he should want to come inside.
The villagers immediately flock to Dio again once she is away-- the women mainly this time, trying to ask him if they could come along as well. Though, knowing these women, they hold no intention other to push the seamstress brunette away from Dio's sights.
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:14:27 GMT
DIO watched as the other disappeared off into her cottage, his thoughts moving towards her once again. She was such a dapper, happy lass; definitely someone that would have a soft spot for him later on for saving her from this hell that she was surrounded in. Moving his eyes around, he kept a close watch on the remainder of the village guests as well, tipping his hat slightly. He disliked people like this the most; after all, they did not know how to back off even though the great Lord Dio had proven that he was not interested in their gestures in the slightest.
It was when they began to flock around him again that he started to allow the more predatoral instinct flood into his aura. An aura that turned from light and gentlemanly into something far more bestial, something that would strike fear into the very souls of even the most hardened men in the group. He offers them the briefest of a smirk, a single, well groomed fang poking its way out from under his lips.
"Ah, villagers, it seems you do not truly understand my purpose for being here. I have come for Ashley and Ashley alone. I have not the need for the rest of you. If you continue to bother me, I will add you to the list of breads that I have eaten in my life."
No one would understand the reference. No one would think twice about what he said. The only thing they will feel will be the power of his charisma flowing through them, slowly forcing them away from him. Dio was not in the mood for this flocking; while yes, he enjoyed being the center of attention, while he adored being in the spotlight, he was far more interested in the girl that had disappeared to pack her bags.
Wincing up at the sunlight that had begun to burn through his clothes, he lifted up a leg and walked forward towards the door that she had kept ajar. Ahh, his vampiric powers were truly wonderful; powerful. Unfortunately, the aversion to sunlight was going to be something that would, forever, cause him more stress than anything else.
Mayhap there would be a way to create himself into an even more perfect lifeform, an even more special brand of creature that would never have to fear the sun again. Either that, or he would have to destroy that infernal object of the heavens and plunge the world into eternal darkness. Until then, however, he needed all of the pawns that he could gather, needed all the blood that he could drain.
He licked his lips sensually as he smelt the precious elixir that seemed to waft from the youth's neck. Ahh. How much he wished he could just plant fangs into carotid, drink from her jugular as she moaned in the ecstasy of being the life's blood for the great lord of the darkness...
But no. No, he had much better plans for this succulent, gentle soul.. Plans that would completely destroy her entire soft nature, bring her heart into complete and utter despair. Afterwards... she would never have another chance to become normal again.
He knew how to manipulate. How to control. How to bend minds to his own will. It seemed that she was going to be oh, so easy to break.. All the same, he didn't want to break her that easily, now did he?
"Ah, there you are," he stated, swiping top hat off of locks of gold. "I apologize for deciding to intrude upon your hospitality; are those around here always that odd?"
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