#* dio: thread.

[spungolden]

starter for @shihaino

There's a strained silence as Dio stares at the woman in front of her. She had gotten an influx of contracts, and knowing Makima, she probably wouldn't be happy with the outcomes. "There's been many devil hunters signing contracts with me recently," Dio says simply. Red eyes lower to the coffee cup in front of her, nails tapping quietly against the side. "I just wanted to remind you that I'm not responsible for their fates."

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cont from here // @refrxctive

Talon chasing her and Harlow wasn’t surprising. How many they sent was, though. As much as she wanted to end the fighting then and there, she knew she had to get them out. Harlow needed to be safe. She hadn’t hesitated to push the scientist towards the emergency stairs, yelling for them to run. After they entered, she slammed the door closed, ignoring the bullets that hit the metal. A large part of her hoped that they didn’t turn back and catch her breaking the door latch as to slow the troopers down.

Although she stands a bit away from Harlow, glancing at them before deciding. They looks fine despite the torn suit, thankfully. At the question, she nods. She had taken non life threatening bullets for them and grazes that she kept out of sight. They would start healing eventually. If she got more injuries, then there might start being problems. At least Harlow might benefit from it. A breath is taken before being released. "Have you backed up everything up there?" she asks, looking up as she hears the faint banging on the door.

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starter for @cxldblxxded bc i forgot to do it earlier :)

The text was a suspicious, yet rather normal for her, albeit at an ungodly hour of the night. It was only an address and a somewhat dresscode. She had found out that he had never ridden a motorcycle, and she couldn't settle down for the night. Introducing him to riding when the freeways were empty was the perfect time, if he didn't mind the actual time.

Dio was on her phone when she heard familiar footsteps, head raising slightly to look at him. "Little surprised you actually came," she said rather casually. Without further explanation, she put her phone down to lean over, only to sit back up with an extra helmet. Although she was unsure if he'd take the offer, she offered K the helmet.

[spungolden]

@vsagis for dio !

Come up with a drug to get closer, the commission had said. You need to get closer to the kid. He’s All For One’s son, they said. Dio did what she was told, for once. It didn’t take long for her to come up with a new “drug”, though it was more like a cocktail of preexisting medicines put together. No one would know unless they took it anyways- along with remembered they took it in the first place.

She found herself sitting at the Yakuza’s headquarters as if she had been working there for years. Gloved hands flipped through her book of poisonous plants as she waited quietly for the leader, choosing to ignore any other movement around her. Anyone who touched her without permission would regret it an immense amount. A finger was placed in her book to hold her page as she heard the door open. She turned her head to look at the man, brown eyes examining him. He looked like a freckled and scarred broccoli. At least he looked better than his father.

[spungolden]

starter for @givingnightcall !

She finally has a day off that she can actually spend time at the gym without having to be out at a certain time. The place is moderately crowded, but no more than usual. No time is wasted as she starts her first exercise. She couldn't help but notice the back of someone in the mirror, though. Throughout her workout, she kept an eye on the man, never being able to see his face. She knew him... But who was he?

Eventually her long list of exercises were done and she's left sitting at the bench press. She no longer cares that she's openly staring. The haircut, his stance, muscles that were bigger than she remembered. Why did she consider muscles? He was a living memory that she couldn't place. A memory she couldn't place until she saw a quick glimpse of the side of his face. It was him.

With veiled urgency, Dio cleans her area and slowly makes her way to him. When she comes to a stop, she looks at him for another second. Hopefully she was right. It had been years since they saw each other. Would he remember her? Many people thought she had died, is he going to be one of them? Her voice is soft, but loud enough to hear over the noise.

"Leon?"

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cont. from here // @fortyninealiases dio + nyx

Legs swing slightly as she listens to him. She can’t understand his pain to it's true extent. One thing she can understand is having a sibling. Losing her twin would be like losing her other half. “I…” Amber eyes gaze away somewhere distant. “I grew up in Insomnia so I never had to run. But when I was out there fighting... I realized that there isn’t much people can do in certain situations.” Watching her fellow soldiers drop like flies while she was impaled, fire eating away at her skin. Her legs stop swinging, her voice quiet. “Sometimes things happen and we can't do anything but move on.”

[spungolden]

starter for @theixth // dio + juni

Maybe it's the feeling of vertigo, or maybe seeing the waves of the Honmon move beneath her feet. It could be the pain on her burns that nearly hid her patterns. Panicked brown eyes look down to her now clawed hand. It's the sudden, sharp pressure in her head that causes her to stumble. She makes it over to her vanity, hands holding onto the wood as if it would disappear.

In the midst of her vertigo, she knocks over her lamp. Without thinking, she grabs the wire with an already burning hand. She drops it into the water she was drinking to cool it. Her body lowers to the ground, a clawed hand gripping the wood as her knees hit the ground. Already half-lidded eyes close, waiting until everything stopped moving.

When she finally opens her eyes, she sees a figure in her now moonlit room. She's silent as she looks at them. They were a demon, but human, and didn't feel like a threat. Something in her knows who it is. She doesn't want to believe it. So, she sits there, looking close to the same as she had two-hundred years ago. Almost black hair drapes around her, brown eyes lacking their sparkle. "Step further into the light, please," she asks quietly, no fear in her voice.

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starter for @howlrs

The ball was elegant, held in a giant manor with plenty of windows. She only needed to get to her target before someone else did. Thankfully, she was able to find him in time. There's a small smile as she's escorted upstairs for what he said some alone time. Not long after, Dio returns, pausing on the stairs. Red eyes look out the window into the night. She can feel the competition staring at her. It's someone's touch that causes her to look away and continue down the stairs, disappearing into the crowd.

Her disappearance isn't long, though. Heels click on marble stairs as she walks outside. She politely dismisses the valet driver, simply saying her ride is outside the gates. The sound of her heels becomes silent as she walks to where she knows her enemy could be. "Persephone, show yourself."

She stops when she sees the other. They blended in with the night while Dio in her golden dress still seems to glisten. Dio's silent for a minute before stepping forward, hands pushing them back. It's rather obvious she means no actual harm considering their past fights, though.

"You-" she stares at Persephone, her eyes full of anger. Her lipstick is smudged from two things. "You had the shot, Persephone. Why didn't you take it?" Ringed fingers ball up together. "You could've been the one to go home successful."