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[imperialgunslinger]

i’m making hol horse half mexican just so he can root for la seleccion azteca !!!

[jackthepeeper]

hangin’ out with Hol horse

[imperialgunslinger]

sigh I'm going to make hol a disaster sagittarius arent i???

[imperialgunslinger]

actually im going to make him a disaster leo!!!

[imperialgunslinger]

sigh I'm going to make hol a disaster sagittarius arent i???

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MINI STARTER CALL

’ grump ’ from @imperialgunslinger

God he wasn’t feeling it today. It was one of those days when he was just extra irritable from the lack of sleep. He sat at the outside table with a plain coffee in hand. His posture & very aura radiating from the man stated he was foul. When this discount cowboy even looked in his direction he gave a menacing glower. After everything that he tried to pull before, it was best not to make contact with him.

“You here to be an annoyance?” his suppressed impulse had slipped out as venomous words. There was that good ol’ delinquent side showing once more.

[imperialgunslinger]

“A-ah, ha. Jotaro, long time no see,” the blond manages. He tries to not sound too intimidated by the other, pathetically waving in the other man’s direction. How the hell could the Joekid get even more intimidating? Then again, if he recalled correctly, the prodigal son could have been maybe, 16? 17? by the time they crossed paths in Calcutta. 

Hol Horse was no worse for wear. He was still handsome (except for the bullet scarring on his face), still dashing (ages like wine), still as manly as ever even approaching his middle age, and his endeavors still maintained on the edge of danger and disaster. He still worked as a mercenary, still traveled the world, still gathering hunnies left and right. Of course, he made it a point to stay clear of anything even so much as smelling as stand business. So, imagine his surprise when he saw someone dressed in white like a ghost from his past. Jotaro addresses him and a palpable gulp stays stuck in his throat.

“Ahhh, come on now, Jotaro. Don’t be like that. We aren’t enemies here.” he tries to say in the most peaceful voice he could muster. “That’s the past. I’m not part of that life.” 

Well, not entirely.

[imperialgunslinger]

@ofromulus / starter call

“So...” he starts, clearly not entirely interested in where this was going. Hol had the tendency to fill space, unnerved by the emptiness that silence suggested. If he were to spend time in someone’s presence, then, well, damn it, that means he has to know at least something about that person! That’s his approach to Pan, the newest of the DIO recruits.

“How did you end up wrapped up in this mess?” he ventures to ask. Because if there was anything that Hol could catch on to, it was that Pan didn’t have the same type of starry-eyed fervor that most others among their ranks held. In fact, he could even dare to say that they both felt the same way about their Lord Dio.

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  ゴ   ゴ ゴ  ゴ  ゴ  ゴ 

       THE INTERRUPTION is to be expected from a man lacking of manners characteristic of a gentleman—entering the library without knocking, as if these halls were to be his home. The vampire had stopped with his reading at the sound of footsteps just outside the room, and he patiently waited for the familiar voice to break the silence. Hol Horse’s presence merely earning a raise of his eyebrow, as amber hues part away from the book that rested on his lap.

     “——Is that the reason you have come to me?” No anger, only indifference can be found in his voice ; his question needn’t to be answered. “——Do rather than say. Do not disappoint me with your performance, Hol Horse. I trust your ability to work with others. Not many agree to do so under those circumstances.”

It was hard to maintain his calm (or his irritation) when Dio spoke like that. The vampire’s voice was looming, dark and almost ephemeral, even. As far as Hol could tell, Dio was speaking to him from the plush lounge chair, but the way his voice carried, it floated up into the air and filled every crevice of the room making him seem everpresent.

It was unnerving, to say the least.

“Y-Yes, Lord Dio,” he spoke, the resolution he had before upon entering this room all but withered away, leaving behind a tightening sensation in the chest.

“You came to me looking for a hired gun, no? You couldn’t have picked a better man for the job,” Hol corrected, a verbal redress for his previous interruption, although his mouth continued to flap against his better judgment. “Count on me, Lord Dio. For anything.”

( Why can’t I shut up?! )

“Even for things outside of this Joestar job!”

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starter call / @llcebaby

“Va-ni-lla!” 

The call came from across the hallway. He knew the other vampire would stalk the mansion as if it were his sole mission in life to serve Dio. That was the sort of loyalty Dio inspired in everyone, and even in Hol, in some twisted sort of way. Why else was he still wrapped up in this shit? But not to digress, Hol knew Vanilla Ice would have his perky vampire ass around here.

“I don’t have a message for Lord Dio,” he nearly spat. Lord Dio, please. “But I do have some interest in you, my friend!” he tried with a more friendly tone.

[imperialgunslinger]

starter call / @babbydeath

What a shit day ! 

The pisswater that the bartender called beer was room temperature. That pint was at the right temperature where all of the shortcuts, crappy hops, skunky pilsner flavor shined. Hol would have left it alone, thrown it back into the barkeep even if he enough energy to continue the fight he would have started. But the hot sun was unforgiving, sweat forming on his brow as his breaths became labored with every draw.

No one this handsome should suffer this much !

Begrudgingly, he finished his pint with a couple of ungodly gulps before slamming it down onto the counter, not bothering with a tip. Shit beer, shit service, shit day. 

In search of a better mood, Hol decided he should visit his little friend Boingo. With good luck, perhaps the power of prediction will sway his way, giving him good fortune. Who knew, right? Optimism renewed, he set out to find Boingo, searching for that trademark mop of hair of his. 

“Oi! Boingo!” he called out when he spotted him nearby a market street.

[imperialgunslinger]

highkey might start paying attention to the horse guy!

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hold it right there !!!

                                     like this post for a small hol horse starter !!!

[imperialgunslinger]

Hol Horse, in his late twenties, sees this whole ass grown teenager and thinks to himself that this kid could legitimately be his.

[destitto]

“ .. Dad?”

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[imperialgunslinger]

Dad? 

Dad?!

While Hol knew he couldn’t discount the possibility of there being a possible little Hol Horse out there in the world (he didn’t get gonorrhea for nothing!) this kid looked nothing like him. Either way, it was best to check...

“Er. Son? Heh, how’s your mother?”

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starter call | @xgodlike

“Lord Dio,” he began his address with the utmost fake seriousness he could muster. Honestly, when DIO came to him looking for a hired gun, he didn’t expect there to be the entire fucking absurd pageantry that came along with it. Hol, however, wasn’t a stupid man. Dio was a man to be feared. So he stayed.

“I got information on the Joestar group. Sources state they just arrived at Singapore and will be making their way to Calcutta. I will intercept them there.” Honestly, as a man who can appreciate the smoke and mirrors needed for a real show, the theatricality of all of this made him want to vomit.