Dio Brando (EgregiousGalactoseBestiarusz)
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Dio leans back, the gold trim of his vest catching the emerald light. In his hand, a crystal goblet swirls with the dark, viscous contents of his drink: Blood Moon Reverie. It has the consistency of heavy port, the deep crimson color of fresh life, and a complex aroma of exotic spices and metallic sharp notes. He takes a long, slow sip, closing his eyes in sheer, self-satisfied pleasure.
The loud, rhythmic hiss of a nearby patron ordering another round barely registers. Dio’s focus is singular: the stiff, radiating discomfort emanating from across the room.
He doesn’t need to look directly at him. He can feel the resentment hanging in the air like ozone before a storm.
[Dio] (He opens his eyes slowly, allowing a languid smile to spread across his face, not changing his posture or volume, knowing the acoustics of the beast pub will carry his voice just far enough.)
“Ahhh, Lilith truly does know how to craft a vintage. ‘Blood Moon Reverie.’ A glorious title for something so fundamentally pure. One must appreciate the artistry in perfection, Jotaro. It is wasted on those who prefer the simplicity of stale coffee and grim silence.”
He swirls the goblet again, the light catching the dark liquid in a mesmerizing dance.
[Jotaro] (Jotaro’s eyes remain fixed on Dio, the brim of his hat obscuring his face slightly. His posture is rigid, his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. The only immediate response is a slight, audible shift in his weight against the pillar, like a predator adjusting its stance. His voice is a low, dangerous rumble.)
“…Shut up, Dio.”
[Dio] (Dio chuckles, a low, melodic sound that draws a curious glance from a nearby Gorgon.)
“Such vulgarity. Are you enjoying the atmosphere, Jotaro? I find the company tonight vibrant. The scales, the whispers, the sheer primal energy! It’s all rather intoxicating. Though I must admit, I am surprised to see you here. I had assumed this place was too… warm for such a dour individual. Perhaps you are here for the view?”
Dio raises the glass slightly, making a deliberate, ostentatious movement that signals exactly what he is looking at. His eyes drift past Jotaro’s position toward the mesmerizing figure on the central dais.
[Dio] “Yes. Goddess Helena is quite radiant tonight, wouldn’t you agree? A stunning specimen. I have the perfect vantage point from this booth. I can observe every magnificent detail without obstruction. A position one must earn, I suppose, not simply stumble upon.”
Dio takes another, longer drink. He is deliberately emphasizing the view he has—and the view Jotaro is guarding fiercely.
[Jotaro] (Jotaro finally moves. He doesn’t look at Dio, but his right hand slowly clenches within his pocket, straining the fabric of his coat. His voice is quieter now, barely above the low noise of the pub, filled with concentrated venom.)
“I’m here on invitation, not for your pathetic spectacle, vampire. Get out of my sight before I make a mess of your face that you won’t be able to clean up.”
[Lilith ] (Lilith, from behind the bar, doesn’t look up, but taps her long finger nails sharply on the bar. Her voice is a dry, sibilant command.) “No messes in Venom and Velvet! Or there will be venomous consequences.”
[Dio] (Dio waves a dismissive hand toward Jotaro, acknowledging Lilith with a slight incline of his head.
“See, Jotaro? Even Lilith agrees, this is not the place for you savage manners. Besides, I am enjoying my drink. And I do rather like the way your rage clashes with the smooth finish of this vintage.”
He leans forward slightly, lowering his voice to the conspiratorial tone of a man sharing an exquisite secret, even though their distance means he still has to project.
[Dio] “Tell me, Jotaro… does it truly burn you that even in a neutral zone, even when you have forced yourself into the presence of such beauty and refinement, I still manage to hold the superior position? The superior drink? The superior view? Yare Yare, indeed.”
Dio smiles, purely wide and cruel. He places the empty goblet on the small table beside him, signaling the end of the immediate interaction. He had achieved his goal: a moment of perfect, unassailable superiority and psychological torture, all while enjoying the finest blood wine the beast district had to offer.
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*He watches from across the street.* Look at them displaying their gorgeous halloween costumes! *He secretly admires how great they look while tingling with the urge to join in but knowing that he would also be tempted to do something that would make them kick him to the curb.*
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*Trying to squeeze himself into the bakery long enough to give his wishes to Helena before the barrier throws him out.* Wishing you the best on your birthday! I shall come for you soon! *then gets kicked out of the bakery like a slingshot threw him out.* ZA WORRLD
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Tch My restaurant was shut down, let me try my hand at this…
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// Happy Birthday sweet love goddess!
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// Hello and welcome! For those who dont know I’m Lord Dio, my dark aura doesn’t allow me to enter the bakery but I still get some of these amazing sweers delivered to me. They are too hard to resist!!!//
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*face squashed up against the barrier.*
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*Dio looked at the beautiful woman standing downstairs. For some reason his legs felt paralyzed as she stood on the stairs. He looked over to Jojo and noted how pale he had gotten when he saw the young lady. He was equally as shocked, it was the same face he had envisioned earlier when he had lightly tapped Jojo’s back. He was perplexed by the coincidence, but he wasn’t sure that it was entirely a coincidence. It was too peculiar a phenomenon. And why did he feel both a sense of warmth and fear when he saw this particular young lady. He almost grew irritated with Jojo.* Brother Jonathan, if you don’t close your mouth, flies will make their home there! *before he could finish his sentence though, Jojo was making his way down towards the lady and greeting her. He realized he needed to do the same.* She must be the special guest father mentioned. *He walks over and stands before her. He wondered to himself, what he could possibly fear about this beautiful lady. He also took her hand, she had a sweet scent of roses that almost made him want to grab her and kiss her full on the lips. But he couldn’t do that in plain sight of all those around him. He would put on his gentleman act and bow, then kiss her hand. He would then grin a bit.* It’s a pleasure to meet you, m’lady! May name is Dio. I hope I may make your stay here most comfortable. *he looked at her eyes and almost jolted back. he felt like she could see right through his words and this slightly unsettled him.*
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*Dio was making sure Jonathan’s father was at ease with his role as “brother”, meanwhile, he would sneak off into the most dangerous of alleys to buy poisonous potions to keep George Joestar bedridden and ill. He grinned with satisfaction at his sinister plan. Things were going according to plan but then several unexpected incidents would change the course of his actions. He stood outside, there was a strange breeze that parted the bangs of his hair in half revealing his forehead. He tried to comb them back down with his fingers.* What a strange breeze. *he looks around.* It feels so, familiar!
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*coughs* Ahem!
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*Unable to infiltrate the academy because of it’s barrier and strong security. Lord Dio used a device to listen from a far distance. A question caught his attention. He grinned as he thought about it.* If I think back to when I was young, I could say that I was fighting to survive. Then I started to fight to take over the Joestar Mansion and all it’s riches. Of course, that was naive. Now, I fight for greater power and dominion over all.
