[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.]
Hm. Probably better that you don't have it. The last guy with a sword I fought ended up losing his sword.
[Shameless, and high on Sanguis, he shucks up his shirt a few inches, revealing a distinctive puncture scar embedded into the middle of his otherwise exceptionally ripped abdomen.]
And I wouldn't be too concerned. Star Platinum won't let anything happen to me.
[jotaro you literally just showed him a battle scar these things do not go hand in hand you absolute fuckwit]
Except, apparently, let you get stabbed by a sword.
[He sounds amused more than anything else, but all right. He'll just have to trust that his Stand is just that strong.
Alucard's eyes flash a bright red, and he rushes forward, his heightened speed fast enough that there's an afterimage of him. With his supernatural strength, he goes to attempt to strike Jotaro in the gut, just where he'd shown his scar earlier.]
[Well. Holy shit, is he ever fast. Too fast, actually, for his own eyes to follow, but luckily it's not his eyes that matter in a moment like this.
The extra chroma from before is a blessing now; with a roar, Star Platinum hurtles forward from his body, arms crossed like a shield to absorb the impact of Alucard's lunge and even sap some of the power from it by making it connect earlier than it would have otherwise.
Star is strong, but he's not capable of outright defying physics; he may take the brunt of the blow, but the force still knocks him back, taking Jotaro with it as he retreats a few stumbling steps across the rooftop.]
Damn —
[Trying to keep Star between himself and Alucard, he starts to circle around to one side, hoping to catch a better angle to strike from.]
[There's almost some delight in Alucard's voice, the comfort in knowing that Jotaro and Star Platinum make for some worthy sparring opponents.
He watches how they circle around, and he waits a moment. Then, Alucard does the same thing again charging head-on, but he changes his trajectory at the last second aiming to kick at Jotaro's ankle and cause him to lose his footing.]
[There's no time to think, he realizes in a hurry, when fighting an opponent like Alucard. It's still just the opening stages of their skirmish and already he's leveraging his uncanny speed to good effect; Star Platinum may be fast enough to keep up with him, but Star's maneuverability and strategy are still subject on some level to his user. That means the weak link here is Jotaro himself, and if all he does is dodge on the defensive, he'll just be letting Alucard push him around for the whole fight.
The vampire lunges again, and this time Star Platinum doesn't put his effort into blocking. It takes a deliberate command from Jotaro, because it means temporarily sacrificing him to whatever move Alucard might make, but this time as soon as he's in range, Star Platinum hurls a hammerpunch, aiming to connect in the same moment that Jotaro's own leg is swept out from under him.]
[The force of the strike is stronger than he expects. It reminds him, briefly, of how close he'd come to being beaten by Dracula, but this is just a spar and it's not enough to be close to killing him. It just speaks to the amount of force in Star Platinum.
Alucard hits the roof roughly, but swings back around onto his feet before he's pursuing his target again. Not that he's aiming for a hit this time, but just to circle around Jotaro, his shoulders hunched slightly.]
[He catches himself on his hands when he's knocked off-balance, contented mostly with the satisfaction of having felt Star Platinum's fist connect in a solid hit even though he'd been felled himself in order to do it. By the time he can get himself back to his feet, Alucard is already moving in, and he's braced for it —
But then he's circling, and yes, that's good, he likes that. The wariness, the anticipation, the silent escalation until battle breaks out again. He wants his heart to beat faster. He wants more of that.]
You're feeling me out.
[He rumbles softly, ears pricking up as, despite himself, he bares his teeth a little — almost like a reflex, like they don't quite fit in his mouth, moreso than anything overtly vicious.]
Tell you the truth, I'd like it better if I didn't have to use him so much.
[He flexes his fingers, watching Alucard with that same predator's look in his eyes again.]
He's not the only one who can throw a punch, you know.
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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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Following Jotaro, they go up, a familiar sight. He brushes his hair back over his shoulder.]
A shame you won't see me with my sword. But it's probably for the best.
I encourage you to go as far as you'd like. With the moonlacing, I'll heal. Honestly, it's you I'm more concerned about.
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[Shameless, and high on Sanguis, he shucks up his shirt a few inches, revealing a distinctive puncture scar embedded into the middle of his otherwise exceptionally ripped abdomen.]
And I wouldn't be too concerned. Star Platinum won't let anything happen to me.
[jotaro you literally just showed him a battle scar these things do not go hand in hand you absolute fuckwit]
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Except, apparently, let you get stabbed by a sword.
[He sounds amused more than anything else, but all right. He'll just have to trust that his Stand is just that strong.
Alucard's eyes flash a bright red, and he rushes forward, his heightened speed fast enough that there's an afterimage of him. With his supernatural strength, he goes to attempt to strike Jotaro in the gut, just where he'd shown his scar earlier.]
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The extra chroma from before is a blessing now; with a roar, Star Platinum hurtles forward from his body, arms crossed like a shield to absorb the impact of Alucard's lunge and even sap some of the power from it by making it connect earlier than it would have otherwise.
Star is strong, but he's not capable of outright defying physics; he may take the brunt of the blow, but the force still knocks him back, taking Jotaro with it as he retreats a few stumbling steps across the rooftop.]
Damn —
[Trying to keep Star between himself and Alucard, he starts to circle around to one side, hoping to catch a better angle to strike from.]
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[There's almost some delight in Alucard's voice, the comfort in knowing that Jotaro and Star Platinum make for some worthy sparring opponents.
He watches how they circle around, and he waits a moment. Then, Alucard does the same thing again charging head-on, but he changes his trajectory at the last second aiming to kick at Jotaro's ankle and cause him to lose his footing.]
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The vampire lunges again, and this time Star Platinum doesn't put his effort into blocking. It takes a deliberate command from Jotaro, because it means temporarily sacrificing him to whatever move Alucard might make, but this time as soon as he's in range, Star Platinum hurls a hammerpunch, aiming to connect in the same moment that Jotaro's own leg is swept out from under him.]
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Alucard hits the roof roughly, but swings back around onto his feet before he's pursuing his target again. Not that he's aiming for a hit this time, but just to circle around Jotaro, his shoulders hunched slightly.]
Well? Is this doing it for you?
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But then he's circling, and yes, that's good, he likes that. The wariness, the anticipation, the silent escalation until battle breaks out again. He wants his heart to beat faster. He wants more of that.]
You're feeling me out.
[He rumbles softly, ears pricking up as, despite himself, he bares his teeth a little — almost like a reflex, like they don't quite fit in his mouth, moreso than anything overtly vicious.]
Tell you the truth, I'd like it better if I didn't have to use him so much.
[He flexes his fingers, watching Alucard with that same predator's look in his eyes again.]
He's not the only one who can throw a punch, you know.
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