[He's not on the rooftop, not this time, and he's not smoking either — kind of ironic, really, how all of a sudden he can't stand the smell of the smoke when it's so strong against his newly-heightened olfactory senses. It's hard not to pace tracks into his carpet from the restlessness, but the gifts that Jolyne gave him are a help — he's got the Totally Globular turning his apartment interior into a starfield, and his Birdbox playing softly.
Alucard will be here soon, he reminds himself, and his ears prick up, his tail twitching. Jolyne and Josuke are already accounted for. Alucard will be here soon. It's fine.]
[Honestly, he's a bit surprised that he himself isn't a Sanguis, but perhaps the gods are fickle. Or ironic. It's difficult to say, but either way he arrives, tilting his head curiously at the music. He's never heard such a style before, but it's pleasant.
[Should he have cleaned up before Alucard arrived? No, of course not, that's stupid. It's all the way it's supposed to be. It's fine. It's fine, he lectures that strange simmering feeling inside him, and pulls open the door before he can entertain the thought of it again.
At first glance, his new features might even be easy to miss — the ears are as black as his hair, furred like the rumple of his curls. The tail is thick and equally black, but tucked beneath the back hem of his gakuran where it's mostly out of sight. The rest is minimal — teeth a little sharper, eyes a little more cunning, voice and throat a touch more ragged.
A wolf suits him perfectly, even if he's only part of one right now.]
Hi. C'mon in.
[He lifts his chin up just a fraction, scenting the air. Distinctly canine.]
[Some of the details are hard to catch at first, but when he gives Jotaro another glance over he can tell. There are differences, the ears and the teeth. He doesn't notice the tail right off, but the features are there.]
Thank you.
[The way he smells the air is familiar too. Something he's done in his wolf form as well.
Alucard comes inside, nodding to Jotaro.]
Well, at least you don't look like a werewolf. That would be much harder to adjust to.
[He shuts the door behind them, lingering there a minute with his hand still gripping the knob, and his tail half-wags beneath his coat — thankfully subtle.]
Different than you just turning into a wolf, I'm guessing.
Distinctly more like a wolf than a person on a full moon's night. Sometimes they are upright, sometimes they are not, but always larger than a normal wolf.
What is the most difficult part to adjust to for you?
...I want things. And then it's hard to...control.
[Slowly, finger by finger, he makes himself let go of the knob, and runs his tongue over the edges of his teeth, testing.]
I want to pick a fight and win. I want to run as fast as I can. I want to find everyone that matters and make them smell like me. I want to bite something.
[He shifts his weight from foot to foot, slowly. Surreptitious. Restless.]
I'd already be pacing circles around you right now if I wasn't holding myself back.
[Well. That's...uncomfortable, to say the least. Maybe it's stupid, but — is there meaning to this, then? Did he wind up a Sanguis because there's something about him that makes him vampire-like?
Is it his soul? Is the thing that made him a Sanguis the same thing that made him like Dio? It can't be coincidence. It can't be. Can it?]
I didn't think you'd wind up giving me vampire advice. Just wolf advice.
[It's...sort of an apology. Maybe.]
Which do you do? Fight it or indulge it?
[He asks, of the guy who's going to go to sleep for ten thousand years until he eventually dies probably, as though the answer isn't already obvious.]
If thinking about it like that makes it easier, I'm not gonna complain.
[He'll absolutely file it away to think about later, but he won't complain.]
When I — back home. When I first got my Stand. I was in a fight, and he started fighting for me, because that's what he thought I wanted. He put four guys in the hospital and I didn't tell him to. I wasn't controlling him.
This...feels like that. Like if I let it loose...I don't know what it'll do.
There's nothing you can do that would permanently harm me. Enough blood, and I heal just fine. Though you might have to hold my hand to ensure it works decently.
Call it a spar. Call it whatever you want. I won't mind.
[Rationally, he knows he should refuse. Moreover, he should be through with fighting, should be so tired of it that he never wants to throw a punch again. But the Sanguis in him comes alive at the prospect of — what? Violence? A challenge? The adrenaline? — a fight, and he finds himself thinking: resist or indulge?
Resist. Resist. Resist. He shouldn't want to fight. He should be done with fighting.
But fighting — sparring, whatever — is a valid form of moonlacing, or so Jill had told him, and at the thought of it, he visibly shivers from the anticipation.]
I'm not fighting you if you're not up to it. To going all-out.
[He swallows, then stalks toward him, lupine in every step he takes.]
So we moonlace first. And then after. So we're both up to it.
[It's such a small thing, that brush of fingers, but it feels like a spark thrown close to a powderkeg; he steps closer still, looking for the spaces between Alucard's fingers with the tips of his own, feeling it out by touch.
As he does, he keeps moving, circling slowly to orient Alucard between himself and the nearest wall, then advances in a surreptitious attempt to back him up against it. His tail swishes, standing more alert than before; his eyes glitter beneath the brim of his hat, and his wolf ears prick up in interest.]
[This is a first for him, this sort of position. The only reason his back even connects with the wall is because Alucard is genuinely surprised by the utter gall of it, maybe even amused.
Still, his fingers link with Jotaro's, encouraging the moonlacing.]
Oh? [He smiles crookedly.] If I win, what do I get?
[They're the same height, he thinks fleetingly. It's odd. He's so used to towering over everyone else, and having his jacket collar as a natural barrier when he turns his attention toward people just because of the angle he has to tip his chin at in order to look at them. He doesn't have that with Alucard. It's straight ahead, gold hair and gold eyes and the fangs he knows are there, just barely concealed behind the cant of that smile.]
[Anything he could truly want, he doesn't think Jotaro could ever give him. He almost says as much, but he's distracted with how intensely Jotaro's eyes look at him. Is that how he appears to other people? The sharp eyes of a predator, a beast? He wonders. He doesn't feel vulnerable, but he is curious.]
A taste of your blood.
I don't need to bite you. Give me a vial, even a drop.
[Joestar blood, he thinks for a second, and it gives him pause. Vampires and Joestar blood, that's not a good combination for his psyche, there are plenty of bad memories attached to those two things together —
But Alucard doesn't want to bite him. Doesn't even want to be the cause. Bleeding during a fight is practically an inevitability, anyway — he probably left a few whole mouthfuls of Joestar blood all over the streets of Cairo, just from fighting alone.
So that's not so wrong, is it? It's just a way for Alucard to eat. It doesn't have to take a bite. And it's better him than someone else...]
Yeah. I can do that.
[He fits their fingers a little tighter together, urging on the chroma generation between them.]
If I win...you have to tell me your real name. I don't believe the one you're using is the one your parents gave you. You said it was the people in your country, not them.
[In Alucard's mind, he isn't even seeking a meal out of him; it's his way of determining more on Jotaro's general health, his self care, which seems to be lacking. Alucard can hardly judge, but for as long as he is awake for right now, he wants to help one of the few people that feels like a friend here.
Their hands are snug, tightly fit around each other. Alucard squeezes back.]
[He draws a slow, shallow breath, and before he can think better of it, he leans forward and lightly rubs his head against Alucard's, up close to the ears, black curls against gold.]
Someone should remember him. So I will, when I win.
[He draws back, surprised to find the wolf inside him somewhat mollified for the moment, but whether that's from the moonlacing or something else, he isn't sure.]
[It's close. It makes his skin burn a little, but delightfully. Maybe it's the moonlacing, but he doesn't focus on it particularly hard. He shouldn't dare to.
[They'll pick up more chroma from the spar, he thinks absently, and on top of what's already been done, it should be fine. He's moonlaced with a few others already this Sanguis, which has left him feeling better than he's been; already he can feel Star Platinum itching for a fight, ready to leap forward at his master's command.
Good. Very good. The Sanguis in him ripples up again, as ready and primed for a fight as he and his Stand are.]
This way.
[And he leads Alucard outside, back to the same landing point they'd used on their previous jaunt on the roof, and leads the way leaping up courtesy of Star Platinum's power glowing to life in his legs.]
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Alucard will be here soon, he reminds himself, and his ears prick up, his tail twitching. Jolyne and Josuke are already accounted for. Alucard will be here soon. It's fine.]
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He knocks on the door.]
Jotaro, it's me.
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At first glance, his new features might even be easy to miss — the ears are as black as his hair, furred like the rumple of his curls. The tail is thick and equally black, but tucked beneath the back hem of his gakuran where it's mostly out of sight. The rest is minimal — teeth a little sharper, eyes a little more cunning, voice and throat a touch more ragged.
A wolf suits him perfectly, even if he's only part of one right now.]
Hi. C'mon in.
[He lifts his chin up just a fraction, scenting the air. Distinctly canine.]
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Thank you.
[The way he smells the air is familiar too. Something he's done in his wolf form as well.
Alucard comes inside, nodding to Jotaro.]
Well, at least you don't look like a werewolf. That would be much harder to adjust to.
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[He shuts the door behind them, lingering there a minute with his hand still gripping the knob, and his tail half-wags beneath his coat — thankfully subtle.]
Different than you just turning into a wolf, I'm guessing.
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What is the most difficult part to adjust to for you?
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[Slowly, finger by finger, he makes himself let go of the knob, and runs his tongue over the edges of his teeth, testing.]
I want to pick a fight and win. I want to run as fast as I can. I want to find everyone that matters and make them smell like me. I want to bite something.
[He shifts his weight from foot to foot, slowly. Surreptitious. Restless.]
I'd already be pacing circles around you right now if I wasn't holding myself back.
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[The way he says it is more like a musing, Alucard's expression curious and thoughtful.]
Perhaps the urges are not all the same, but they're similar. We're predators, after all. Ones with difficult natures to overcome.
So you either fight against that nature, or find someone you can indulge with.
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[Well. That's...uncomfortable, to say the least. Maybe it's stupid, but — is there meaning to this, then? Did he wind up a Sanguis because there's something about him that makes him vampire-like?
Is it his soul? Is the thing that made him a Sanguis the same thing that made him like Dio? It can't be coincidence. It can't be. Can it?]
I didn't think you'd wind up giving me vampire advice. Just wolf advice.
[It's...sort of an apology. Maybe.]
Which do you do? Fight it or indulge it?
[He asks, of the guy who's going to go to sleep for ten thousand years until he eventually dies probably, as though the answer isn't already obvious.]
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[Alucard folds his arms, then lets out an uneasy breath.]
In most cases? I tend to fight it. I am an incomplete creature, Jotaro. Never quite human enough, never quite vampire enough. So I suppress.
I don't know if I could show you how. I've been like this since I was born, after all. But if you decide to do either, then I will help however I can.
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[He'll absolutely file it away to think about later, but he won't complain.]
When I — back home. When I first got my Stand. I was in a fight, and he started fighting for me, because that's what he thought I wanted. He put four guys in the hospital and I didn't tell him to. I wasn't controlling him.
This...feels like that. Like if I let it loose...I don't know what it'll do.
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Let's go to the roof, Jotaro.
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[...is...is he...]
You want to fight me? You'll get hurt...
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There's nothing you can do that would permanently harm me. Enough blood, and I heal just fine. Though you might have to hold my hand to ensure it works decently.
Call it a spar. Call it whatever you want. I won't mind.
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Resist. Resist. Resist. He shouldn't want to fight. He should be done with fighting.
But fighting — sparring, whatever — is a valid form of moonlacing, or so Jill had told him, and at the thought of it, he visibly shivers from the anticipation.]
I'm not fighting you if you're not up to it. To going all-out.
[He swallows, then stalks toward him, lupine in every step he takes.]
So we moonlace first. And then after. So we're both up to it.
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[There's a pause, then his fingers brush against Jotaro's, inviting him.]
But yes. I think that would do.
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[It's such a small thing, that brush of fingers, but it feels like a spark thrown close to a powderkeg; he steps closer still, looking for the spaces between Alucard's fingers with the tips of his own, feeling it out by touch.
As he does, he keeps moving, circling slowly to orient Alucard between himself and the nearest wall, then advances in a surreptitious attempt to back him up against it. His tail swishes, standing more alert than before; his eyes glitter beneath the brim of his hat, and his wolf ears prick up in interest.]
Want to make a bet on who wins?
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Still, his fingers link with Jotaro's, encouraging the moonlacing.]
Oh? [He smiles crookedly.] If I win, what do I get?
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[They're the same height, he thinks fleetingly. It's odd. He's so used to towering over everyone else, and having his jacket collar as a natural barrier when he turns his attention toward people just because of the angle he has to tip his chin at in order to look at them. He doesn't have that with Alucard. It's straight ahead, gold hair and gold eyes and the fangs he knows are there, just barely concealed behind the cant of that smile.]
I won't promise I'll say yes. But I might.
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A taste of your blood.
I don't need to bite you. Give me a vial, even a drop.
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But Alucard doesn't want to bite him. Doesn't even want to be the cause. Bleeding during a fight is practically an inevitability, anyway — he probably left a few whole mouthfuls of Joestar blood all over the streets of Cairo, just from fighting alone.
So that's not so wrong, is it? It's just a way for Alucard to eat. It doesn't have to take a bite. And it's better him than someone else...]
Yeah. I can do that.
[He fits their fingers a little tighter together, urging on the chroma generation between them.]
If I win...you have to tell me your real name. I don't believe the one you're using is the one your parents gave you. You said it was the people in your country, not them.
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Their hands are snug, tightly fit around each other. Alucard squeezes back.]
I'm not the man they named me. Not anymore.
...But I will tell you, if you win.
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[He draws a slow, shallow breath, and before he can think better of it, he leans forward and lightly rubs his head against Alucard's, up close to the ears, black curls against gold.]
Someone should remember him. So I will, when I win.
[He draws back, surprised to find the wolf inside him somewhat mollified for the moment, but whether that's from the moonlacing or something else, he isn't sure.]
Are you ready?
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He brushes his forehead against Jotaro's.]
Yes.
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[They'll pick up more chroma from the spar, he thinks absently, and on top of what's already been done, it should be fine. He's moonlaced with a few others already this Sanguis, which has left him feeling better than he's been; already he can feel Star Platinum itching for a fight, ready to leap forward at his master's command.
Good. Very good. The Sanguis in him ripples up again, as ready and primed for a fight as he and his Stand are.]
This way.
[And he leads Alucard outside, back to the same landing point they'd used on their previous jaunt on the roof, and leads the way leaping up courtesy of Star Platinum's power glowing to life in his legs.]
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