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Jotaro struggled with the chains for a moment, looking around cautiously. He’s not sure how he ended up like this, nor does he even know where he is. All he remembers last was stopping at a little village, and next thing he knows, he wakes up here. It looks like he’s not the only thing that was left here, seeing some jewelery and such along with food. And offering of sorts? But to what?
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Joseph was probably going to be pissed off at him for going off on his own again. However, it’s not the fact he’s just wandering about on his own, he’s trying to find something that Joseph wouldn’t want him facing alone. The Italian heard that a man with horns had been sighted somewhere, and something along the lines of people disappearing. He assumed it had to be a Pillar Man, perhaps one that survived, or one from another one of those alternate universes.
And of course, he was choosing to travel at night, in hopes of increasing his chances of running into what he still assumed was one of the Pillar Men. Or at least, he assumed it was a Pillar Man he knew. Caesar only knew of the three, since they had already made it obvious they were the only ones left of their kind.
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“I need to let off steam. You. You, are like me. You will not break like a simple toy.”
He knew that mark upon his face, the presence of piercings, along with his headpiece. His horn wasn’t on show, but he could feel the power emanating from him, he couldn’t be simply human.
“You want to as well. I struck you with no warning, I can see the fire in your eyes at being faced with insolence…”
There’s a certain tone he holds, in any other context it might have even been a flirt, while it certainly still holds the air of a tease, its far more than mockery. Hair brushed aside, he bares the mark of his mode, an intricate swirl over his left eye. His tongue pushed past his lips, teeth pushing the stud through it into view briefly. His horns, mostly hidden by his hair, stood in a proud row just part his hair line, smaller behind larger… similar to that of a rhino.
“I have no ill intent. I wish to spar.”
[ ₪ ] -- It was extremely rare that he shouldn’t feel a demeaning amusement rise up at a request for a spar against him. This, it turned out, was one of those rare instances. Keeping his cool would serve him well here, that much was easy enough to realize by the way he spoke. He was being read into, and though that wasn’t abnormally remarkable, for the most part it was accurate. There were a small handful capable of that.
Perhaps this would be a promising fight.
The displeased expression he’d had faded, though the stoniness in his features didn’t soften any. His gaze was searching as he took a few moments to examine the other, first taking in the revealed marking and then the piercing. Though his tone was beginning to grate the pillar man’s nerves, he couldn’t deny the certainty it also held. These traits were undeniably similar to a few of his own; considering where he was now, it wasn’t impossible to wrap his head around the idea that there were others of his race walking the earth now, even if he saw no reasonable explanation for it. In the past there had only been four of them left. That wasn’t the first concern here, though. He recognized the dismissal of conversation when he saw it. Once he’d been satisfied with this promise of a spar that supposedly would not break one or the other, then questions could be asked.
“So it is a good stretch you want,” he affirmed, a smirk beginning to form on his lips. He had certainly come to the right place if he thought of them as equals, which normally he would scoff at and dismiss the request as it would have been a suicide mission. “You will be getting more than that. Don’t expect any less.” His shoulders had squared by then, giving but one chance to reconsider. “And your terms?”
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He seems confused for a moment, but then that's quickly gone and replaced by his trademark smirk.
"Now what do we have here, hm?" Hands on hips, chest pulled back, hips out. Standard pillar man greeting pose.
