Dio Brando, Esq.

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[stonepapillon]

[A mischievous grin crosses her lips. So he was trying to trick her, huh? Maybe he wanted her to openly admit her feelings for him? No way in hell. She wouldn’t let up on him if he insisted on keeping up with the charade.]

Propose. Right now. Do it.

[sinistersolicitor]

So soon...!

I didn't expect--!

{{It looks like he's about to explode, his teeth grit together, eyes narrowed. So what comes out of his mouth next is truly shocking.

--If I had known you were so urgent, Jojo, I would have bought the ring sooner.

{{Positioning himself on one knee, he grasps the aforementioned kissed hand and warms it between both of his own. 

Jolyne Kujo...please, take me as your husband.

[stonepapillon]

Y-Yeah, right! You’ll probably poison me!

…

[She’s concerned. She knew full well he was a good liar. Could he really be this good?]

P…Prove it, then! Figure out some way to make me believe it!

[sinistersolicitor]

Hmph. You really doubt my love? How cruel, Jojo.

Name it, and I will retrieve it for you. Anything you desire--anything for my dear. Darling. Jolyne.

{{He takes her hand in his and kisses it. The desire to please her is overwhelming. Someone help him.

[stonepapillon]

[Her face flushed instantly. What kind of messed up joke was this?]

…Just a couple of days ago you were flaunting the other women you brought home in my face. What are you talking about? I’m aware of what you love about me. It’s only one specific part.

[sinistersolicitor]

Darling, please. You wound me so.

Would you like a drink? Food, perhaps? There's no need for my beloved to be so angry.

Oh, Jolyne.

{{He grasps her face lightly between his hands, seemingly enchanted with her, gazing deeply into her eyes with a grin.

I adore you.

[sinistersolicitor]

stonepapillon replied to your post:m!a: Time to be a nice boyfriend to Jolyne! You better spoil the hell out of her. No more calling her "urchin" either! Lasts as long as the mun chooses!

…”Inamorata”? What the hell kind of insult is that? Is it like “ignoramus”?

{{He kisses her--lightly--on the cheek, for once not possessively or mockingly, but in a sweet, almost endearing way.

Don't be silly, dear. It means "a woman whom a man loves". You, obviously.

[sinistersolicitor]

m!a: Time to be a nice boyfriend to Jolyne! You better spoil the hell out of her. No more calling her "urchin" either! Lasts as long as the mun chooses!

WHAT.

{{Oh no...this feeling. This sudden, creeping feeling expanding inside of his chest. Warmth...warmth and...love. He has the urge to LOVE Jolyne, and not just in a sexual way. By God, it's hideous.

...Jolyne, dear. Be a sweet inamorata and come here.

[kurejiidaiyamondo]

A few. So you’re not a master of Spanish. Anyways Latin isn’t the same as Spanish it’s Latin. So shut your trap smart guy. You ruined…. The top hat fashion.

And because. Sombreros and ponchos are on sale today and Cinco de Mayonesa parties look cool.

[sinistersolicitor]

...That was incredibly pathetic. I can only guess that such a worthless response means that you are part of the Joestar bloodline, am I correct?

{{Well, that was a guess made more on the fact that he had been running into more Joestars and their associates lately than any correlation to idiocy, but whatever.

I doubt you could speak the language better than I can.

[kurejiidaiyamondo]

And how would you know? Do you know Spanish? Tu hablo Spanisholo?

[He only know a few words because of TV. The rest he’s just fucking making up as he goes along.] — Firstly it’s a sombrero. It’s the national hat of the locals of Mexico. And secondly it’s none of your business.

[sinistersolicitor]

I know a few words of Spanish, though my second tongue, you might say, is Latin. Which is why I know you have no grasp of any latinate language know to man. You've ruined it. 

Why would someone so utterly unworldly as yourself be celebrating a holiday which is quite obviously not your own?

[stardustseiko-blog1]

Mmn. I understand.

[She looks over at The World.]

Maybe next time then!

I’m Holy Kujo! At one point I was Holy Joestar, but that was a long time ago! I’m a terribly old woman now. And you?

[sinistersolicitor]

{{His eyes narrowed slyly. Another Joestar? This one certainly did not seem to have the air of capability that the others possessed. Perhaps for the better. The World nods in response to her exclamation.

I am Dio Brando, esquire. You may refer to me as Dio, Mrs. Kujo. You seem far from old age; I know quite a few clients of mine who have killed over looks such as yours.

[kurejiidaiyamondo]

sinistersolicitor

[Oh look. Another blonde asshole. Time to give him a sombrero.]

Feliz Cinco de Mayonesa assholio.

[sinistersolicitor]

{{He is not amused at all.

...that probably does not mean what you think it means, why would you put this on my head, and what are you wearing.

[stardustseiko-blog1]

[BLISSFULLY UNAWARE.]

Hmm? Did you say something dear? Oh!!

[She motions to his stand.]

…Would he like a lemonade? It’s very good. I promise! I made it myself!

[sinistersolicitor]

...what was that?

{{She could see The World? Was she a stand user too? Just who was this woman, anyway?

No, he doesn't drink. He becomes rather rowdy if he does. Quiet fellow.

{{Was The World glaring at him just then?

...I never caught your name, Ms...?

[stardustseiko-blog1]

sinistersolicitor started following you

Are you here for the Cinco de Mayo party? I have margaritas! …You look too young for the adult one, so you can have a lemonade.

[sinistersolicitor]

{{Where did this woman come from? Cinco de Mayo? She had drinks? He had no clue what he wandered into, but anything with alcohol could not have been that bad. Wait, did she just say he looked too young for adult drinks?

...

{{He swept his eyes around for the drinks with alcohol. They were spotted quickly.

The World. Time stop.

{{He moved over, picked up a margarita, and downed it quickly.

Time now resumes.

{{Time to see what else this woman had to offer.

[stonepapillon]

…Do you think I’m stupid? That’s not even a real compliment. You’re just trying to belittle me.

[She withdrew further after his fingers brushed against her arm. …He was still mocking her. And damn it, she was only getting more frustrated. Her cheeks flushed a deeper color as she tried to formulate a response.]

…I’m not afraid of others touching you. But I’m annoyed by it. …As if I could even damage your pumped up ego.

[sinistersolicitor]

Well, here's a secret for you, urchin.

I never even touched another Joestar in the same manner as you.

Be honored.

[stonepapillon]

…Pig.

[She spat, cradling her arms close to her chest.]

I refuse to let you touch me again until I know exactly who!!

…Don’t— Don’t use my name if you’re going to say something like that! That isn’t even true at all!

[sinistersolicitor]

You are so precious.

{{He stared at her, taking her envy in. Drinking it. Oh, that look on her face was amazing.

What is it, urchin? Afraid of others...

{{His hand brushed down her arm languidly.

...being touched by me? After all of those harsh words? You hurt me.

{{The laugh said otherwise.

[sinistersolicitor]

Hmm...The World.

{{There it was again. Dio was going to play around with him a bit. It felt like an extension of himself, this stand--and from what he had heard about stands, that was exactly what it was. The basics were necessary. He lent his arm outward. The stand mimicked. Curiously, he threw a few punches, which the stand also echoed.

Do you also fight without my input?

{{The stand simply stared at his master without answer. It seemed not to have much of its own personality, instead waiting for Dio himself to figure it out. Accordingly, Dio crossed his arms and scanned the foreground for a target--a tree would do nicely. 

I want to destroy that tree. Do it!

{{Without a second's delay, the stand flew out, punishing the poor plant with furious punches. Dio smirked happily in response. Interesting. It wasn't long until the tree was nothing more than a pile of matchstick.

Hmph. There's something more, isn't there?

{{He could feel it--some other power that he wasn't using. A few words bubbled to the surface of his mind, but they seemed utterly ridiculous. He said them anyway.

TIME, STOP.

{{A flash. At first, it had seemed that nothing had changed...and then he noticed that time had, indeed, stopped. Nothing moved, nothing breathed, except for him. He wandered about in this time stopped world, where birds were frozen midair and leaves in mid breeze. It didn't last long. Only a few seconds--maybe five--had elapsed before the world went ticking on with its usual procession.

...Time now resumes.

I think I've grown to like this stand.

[sinistersolicitor]

M!A: You had a taste of vampire awesomeness. Why not try out a stand? You now have THE WORLD for 3 hours!

…A stand of my own? Hmmm…how interesting.

{{Time to test out the new ability then. How did people summon their stands so effortlessly? it was like a part of their bodies—some called out their Stands names, some didn’t. Perhaps it would help if he tried that. What did the greyface say? The World?

THE WORRRRRRRLD!!

{{And there it was. It was more humanoid looking than some others he had seen, and with a tendency towards yellow. He was curious now—just what special powers did this one grant?

{{He hovered by Dio’s side, waiting. Only time would tell what his master would command him to do.

[stonepapillon]

…Bastard! What other Joestars have you played with the way you play with me? I’ll kill you if there’s someone else!

I barely remember a damned thing aside from when you ripped my shirt to shreds.

[sinistersolicitor]

{{What was this? She was jealous? Truthfully, she was the first and only Joestar he had gotten to now in such an intimate fashion...but now, here was a chance for fun.

I'm sure you'd LOVE to know, urchin. Whose bodies have I also claimed...where to start? It's so hard to keep you all apart--so stubborn, yet melt like ice in my grasp. Isn't that right, Jolyne?

[stonepapillon]

…I only beg because you play around so often that it gets frustrating. I like to get to the point a little quicker.

[sinistersolicitor]

Oh, but you Joestars are always so much fun to play with! Begging, squealing, crying--you all make the most pitiful noises and it brings me much enjoyment.

Do you recall, Jolyne? Our first liaison? I swear I have never heard a more pathetic mewling in all my days.

That, I love.