“—-Isn’t it … obvious?” his skin clammed as sweat noticeably began to excrete from its pores. A once vivid complexion only washed out to dullness like a timeworn fabric. Joseph Joestar now believed that he had just fallen ill under the matter of seconds. Just as any other functional human being, his internal defenses rose to purge whatever invaded from inside.
“Unless you want me to throw up on you again; I —ha–don’t know what more of a response you want.” He knew that this was a matter to not be taken lightly. Knowing of what the pillar men are capable of doing to a human being, there was once again, an underlying fear seeping into his very soul. He had only seen Santana in action ONCE, and it was enough to envision what more atrocities he could potentially execute.
Must he fight for his own survival once again? Is he out of DUMB LUCK for this case?
“I feel T-TERRIBLE, i feel like SHIT,” He forcibly turns his head in one direction, loosening the hold the creature had on him. For once, he wanted to DISTANCE himself from him. He didn’t trust Santana to host a safe observation. All thoughts aside, the young man staggered back, running his fingers through his his hair; eventually running them back to his shoulder blades and to the nape of his neck. He can feel something literally squirming and C R A W L I N G in his skin.
“What the–WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS?? What did you do to me?!”
Flesh contorted in an unnatural and repugnant iteration of twitches and autonomous movement. Such areas selectively producing sweat as it guided the bile off the creature as means of cleaning. All the while leaning back against a wall and closely observing Joseph he continued spewing bile but as a dry, purgante combination of volume and sounds.
Could he really blame him though? As dramatic and eccentric as his theatrics was, his response was still considerably expected -- average even. To his credit, he half expected him to urinate himself off of the pure fear and spike of activity. Worse case, faint.
Having faced the other three, the youth failed to understand why he demonstrated such levels of trepidation. If anything he should use to this.
But that’s an inquiry for another time.
His eye trailed after him in his futile attempt in creating distance. Granted he wasn’t looking much for Joseph’s reaction -- he could assume what that would be. The thrill he gained from watching that coy smile turn into a distress contortion of confusion and feared died down as he recognized he was deviating from his main goal.
The parasite that hid in the piece of heart was planted last minute. Realizing this as an opportunity to test a tactic that he had yet to practice or utilize. At the human’s shriek for answer, he only offered a ghost of a smile.
“ Nothing much. I figured I might as well test something with you since we’re this close. And... well... you’ll see. ”
Skin rippled as the little bug made its way from the esophagus around towards the back of the tormented host. From the looks of things, it appeared to him no thicker than a thread but was seemingly long. Possibly drink some blood as it utilized Joseph’s own veins and blood vessels as a passage; releasing serotonin compounds to relax him.
Santana drew closer, watching the infestation develop a small network of threads from his neck to the back of his head. Resembling roots that marked it’s presence within it’s hosting body. A vile sight, but one that brought his interest none the less.
“ What’s it feel like Joseph? Can you possibly destroy the breach with your hamon? Or would it bring you pain...? ”
The tip of his nail lightly traced over a path of the raised skin. Fascinated with his own work yet anticipating the effects it could very well produce.
“ You’re as unsure as I am aren’t you? Neither of us are sure what will happen if you use your gift on this thing. I’m both curious and... worried of the results. ”
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