What's a Mob to a King?

The fear from before, from when he’d been paralyzed in place and fleshbudded, came back with a vengeance. It made his blood run cold, his hair standing on ends, his hands shaking somewhat to the point he moves to clutch the sides of his sleeves rather than give evidence of what he feels.

“Dio,” He starts, as if testing the words on his tongue. “I see you’re well, though I must say I’m not a traitor, if I’d never given you my loyalty out of will in the first place.” Which he’d argue he hasn’t.

          “Oh dear Kakyoin, you are indeed a traitor. After all, you listened to me, accepted my offering. But you're a child and children have a habit of ignoring what they've been told,” the vampire gave a shrug, head tilted back though his pretty smile remained, the glint in his amber eyes told of his disgust.

          “Unfortunately, I can't deal with you the way I would enjoy. As much as this city interests me, it has a rather uncanny ability to bring back those I dispose of. Well, all the more food for me, at least. There'll be no shortage of cattle, no matter how disgusting they may be.” DIO gave a soft laugh, brushing his golden bangs from his face.

they recognize that sharp and temporary push and pull of things that are. the world, they assume, though they’re not in the mood to start interrogating their enemy. nor is he as pressing of a threat as he once was. what interests them now is the strangers in their white coats, and whether or not they bleed as humans. dio is insignificant compared to the architects.

the stand pulls themself up onto the branch above their head, carelessly betraying the frailty of their current form. the attitude with which they move proves they don’t care if dio knows. they slowly ascend until they’re a few feet from the vampire’s side and then, cautious not to break their cryptic equivalent to eye contact, they relax and seat themself as if involved in casual conversation. bringing themself to his level is an insult disguised as camaraderie.

you did not walk out by your own choice, and you did not return because you wished it so, they conclude. their tendrils loop around the branch in a non-threatening manner, and they rest their chin down on their arm. you have power but you are confined to the very lowest rung. i care little for your showboating, but i am curious of the steps you have taken. in this fake world, where have you walked?

          An astute observer. No matter, DIO knew how to carefully weave his tale of lies. Stands were difficult, but not impossible to manipulate, he knew this simply by interaction with Star Platinum during his earlier visit. The vampire simply smiled, crossing a leg daintily over the other, the branch bending under his weight.

          “Are you so sure, Heirophant Green?” He inquired softly. “Though I have no idea how long you've remained here, I can tell you this. It is no prison, simply... A challenge. I welcome such,” he purred, pointed nails tapping against the bark of the branch he rested on.

     NO need to wonder what’s he’s going to do with this bike he has no intention of using.

❝ O R A O R A!! ❞

He’s bent it in two and thrown it too far for him to bother going to get it with all the aggression hearing that fucking voice inspires in him. Behind him, he shoots a murderous look, but contains himself. His hands lock onto his hips to keep a repeat performance at bay.

They can’t keep doing this.

He’d love to keep doing this.

They could remain in this cycle of his turning DIO’s face into a modern art piece only to have him come back sauntering back to do it all over again as if it never happened. If he lets it. He has a list of reasons why he should tear this abhorrent pile of rot to shreds every he catches a glimpse of him scrawled on a stack of pages in his notebook. All of them are outside issues compared to the reasons why he should keep his cool while on the inside. What a waste of time he could spend on anything else. If changes are to be made, then he will have to be the one to make them.

In the blink of an eye, he’s in DIO’s face, infinitely faster than when the vampire had left him, eyes deadly sharp.

⦑ After spending one hundred years stuck in a box, dunno why you wanna spend your stay here locked in your room with the lights off after I crush your skull again.⦒

He literally spits. There’s the catch. He can’t let DIO know that he plans on being noncombative or the bastard will play it against him. Well, noncombative as long as the vampire can behave here. That’s all he can give The World. He doesn’t want his fellow Stand to have to deal with this more than he already has.

*:・ﾟ☆

          He didn't flinch, wince or even take a step back when Star Platinum was suddenly in front of him. Seems like someone got a little faster since he was last here. He smirked, bringing his eyes to look directly into the Stand's piercing gaze, almost lazily, like this didn't even matter. Sure Star Platinum had crushed his skull last time they clashed, he even died, but the result was just a painful return.

          Pain wasn't a problem, it left him eventually. So DIO called the brilliant Stand's bluff.

          “A change in pace. While I'm back taking care of things in Cairo, it's a nice break and a challenge to vacation here in Hive City. After all,” full lashes fell over his amber eyes. “I, DIO, am always up for a challenge.” He took a step forward and vanished, though he reappeared directly behind Star Platinum as he continued to walk, a hand on his hip while sauntering down the street, heels clicking over the pavement.

          “How interesting that... When I arrived back in Cairo that your User was surprisingly... Without a Stand. I could wait for a fair fight on equal ground or I could have killed him and that merry little band you put together,” DIO chortled, tapping a painted nail against his full lips, but he never stopped walking. It was a lie, a ruse, but DIO was absolutely perfect at lying, spinning beautiful tales to get his way.

you ask questions of me, they flicker, as if unaware i have no intent to aid vile scum like you. the air bleeds putrid waste when you give words. blinded by your ambitions, you cannot see how your fate has left you stagnant.

brave words coming from a weakened, severed stand. hierophant green wraps themself around the low branches of their tree, a faint pinprick of light in the darkness. hiding is not an option when their polymorphic abilities have been stripped from them.

where is your strength? where is your power? they taunt, climbing higher above his head. you’re just another gaudy bauble belonging to our captors. even now you dance for them, you sing for them.

          Oh course DIO just stood there, an amused smirk pulling across painted lips as he stared at the Stand as it slithered up a tree. An attempt to escape him? Ha, foolish. Stands were power but their only faults connected to the brains of their mortal Users. Not like his brilliant World. There was always a tier, and his stood on top of all others.

         Painted nails swept through his golden hair and he tilted his head back to watch Heirophant Green attempt their foolish escape. DIO sighed prettily, hands perched on his hips as he took a single step and...

          He was gone, no more than a blink of an eye did the gilded vampire disappear with the wind.

          “I’ve left Hive City before, my dear Heirophant Green,” he purred, perched on a branch much higher than the one the sneaky Stand found themself on.

Drama Queen

Loud Blonde with a God Complex

He literally think’s he’s God

Not to mention his name literally means God

Body thief

Out for blood, specifically YOUR blood

A self absorbed asshole who think’s he’s tough shit

6′5 feet of pure muscle. Will wear extra 5 inch heels.

FEAR IS FOR THE WEAK

Will seduce you into his cult.

          “Hive City again, hm? Well... I’ve certainly woken up in better places before. At least it’s familiar.” DIO could go right back to his plans here, though his first bizarre adventure here left him quite literally shaken, he was used to it by now. Already he could feel the restrictions placed on him here. Unfortunate, but he’ll make do. He always has.

      slitted eyes stared up through sunglasses towards the RUTHLESS watchmaker . he had found it AMUSING that with such a job, one had to have patience RESULTING in a terribly calm person . however, this one, he BROKE the stereotype . for someone who’s truly bored unless he’s BLOWING something up, it was nice to know there was someone LIKE him . slowly did his body stretch across the ENTIRETY that was the Zaman’s lap, resting their lap in silence and curling up .

&& . 《 ☆ 》 @sanguinaryprince .

          Quite strange finding someone like Argos. With how loud the other’s destructive tendencies seemed to be, he didn’t disapprove. Normally such pointless endeavors would irritate the large man, enough to the point he’d personally shut down those antics. Good news for the man lounging on his lap then, he supposed. At least he was quiet most of the time.