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dioception) wrote2017-02-11 06:40 pm
dioception) wrote2017-02-11 06:40 pm
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"I, DIO, do not have the time or care to answer. Leave your message and leave me be."
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"I, DIO, do not have the time or care to answer. Leave your message and leave me be."
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I have not.
I died in 1989. Thanks for bringing it up.
I died in 1989. Thanks for bringing it up.
What makes you think that reproduction is the way to happiness?
I have doubts that your mute fish wife would be capable of being such. Really, with the top half as a fish, she would have no lungs and would thus need to spend all of her time in the water, where she'd most certainly be slaughtered because frankly she's an abomination that has no right existing in this world and the one glassy eye I can see already begs for death.
Option A might not allow you to have children with your less mute fish wife, but it would mean that she could occasionally venture onto land with you and build your quiet utopia while providing you with fish from the ocean. You could enjoy the fruit of her labor rather than the fruit of her loins, all while having a companion that you could pose such inane questions to and actually get intelligible answers from.
Besides which, a lifetime of possible blowjobs is worth much more than having a child.
Now Pucci, tell him to stop tormenting you or I'm going to turn him into a fish head mermaid.
I have doubts that your mute fish wife would be capable of being such. Really, with the top half as a fish, she would have no lungs and would thus need to spend all of her time in the water, where she'd most certainly be slaughtered because frankly she's an abomination that has no right existing in this world and the one glassy eye I can see already begs for death.
Option A might not allow you to have children with your less mute fish wife, but it would mean that she could occasionally venture onto land with you and build your quiet utopia while providing you with fish from the ocean. You could enjoy the fruit of her labor rather than the fruit of her loins, all while having a companion that you could pose such inane questions to and actually get intelligible answers from.
Besides which, a lifetime of possible blowjobs is worth much more than having a child.
Now Pucci, tell him to stop tormenting you or I'm going to turn him into a fish head mermaid.
I have heard that it doesn't from a reliable source, there is no guesswork about that. My ambition far outlives myself.
I am free most nights. Just give me a time and I can be sure to put it in my schedule.
[He's just got to make sure to leave the block open, that simple. Being your own boss is great.]
I am free most nights. Just give me a time and I can be sure to put it in my schedule.
[He's just got to make sure to leave the block open, that simple. Being your own boss is great.]
No guesswork? And from a reliable source, none less. You are truly formidable. Troublesome, but formidable as well. And out of such power I suppose one can only meet it with a steadfast defiance. As is the standard for all myths, too.
[ why are you such a pain. why are you his dad. there are so many things going on. ]
This weekend. I'm bringing popcorn for myself, though you'll have to provide your own snack - I don't want to be your main course.
[ why are you such a pain. why are you his dad. there are so many things going on. ]
This weekend. I'm bringing popcorn for myself, though you'll have to provide your own snack - I don't want to be your main course.
Edited 2017-11-05 04:27 (UTC)
well we wouldn't want that. from what i gather of all this he wouldn't have much hope of a fulfilling love life as a fish head mermaid.
thank you for your help in these matter, my friend. i think we've come to a satisfying answer.
oh, also he seems to be quite stricken by your 'lifetime of possible blowjobs' comment and now agrees with your assessment.
something about just adopting a dog.
thank you for your help in these matter, my friend. i think we've come to a satisfying answer.
oh, also he seems to be quite stricken by your 'lifetime of possible blowjobs' comment and now agrees with your assessment.
something about just adopting a dog.
My formidable nature is what makes me troublesome.
The defiance is what keeps me going. It is as Fate intended. The cycle, the forces of reality bending this way and that, pushing against each other. Many things can change, but that never will. 'For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction', right?
I am well provided for, Giorno. No need to worry.
The defiance is what keeps me going. It is as Fate intended. The cycle, the forces of reality bending this way and that, pushing against each other. Many things can change, but that never will. 'For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction', right?
I am well provided for, Giorno. No need to worry.
[ you sound like him, giorno thinks. or was it the other way around? talking about fate, as if it were heaven. forces of reality as if that were life itself. it's a familiar spiel, and he wonders why. ]
For how long, I wonder. And to what degree.
How often do you need to feed, anyway? Are you at the mercy of your appetite? Do you need a particular type of human or would any do?
For how long, I wonder. And to what degree.
How often do you need to feed, anyway? Are you at the mercy of your appetite? Do you need a particular type of human or would any do?
Edited 2017-11-05 04:44 (UTC)
Of course he does. I am a master of debate.
[That was kind of a joke but also he was a lawyer for a reason.]
Any time, my friend.
[That was kind of a joke but also he was a lawyer for a reason.]
Any time, my friend.
[One certainly got it from the other. It'd be up to Giorno to discern who from who, though shouldn't it be obvious?]
Until it ends, I suppose, and to whatever degree is necessary.
Mh, I'm not sure. I just feed whenever the mood strikes me. It mostly serves to heal my wounds,
but I do find myself getting hungry if I go too long between meals.
Anyone will do. I prefer the willing.
Until it ends, I suppose, and to whatever degree is necessary.
Mh, I'm not sure. I just feed whenever the mood strikes me. It mostly serves to heal my wounds,
but I do find myself getting hungry if I go too long between meals.
Anyone will do. I prefer the willing.
[ yes. yes, it really was. ]
The good thing about defiance is that you will never be without company. Achievement isn't really half as exciting as the struggle towards it.
With rivals as closely tied to fate like these, you might as well call them family. [ HMMM??? HMM, HMM. moving on: ]
Thank you for Castle Rock, although that one ended in a crushing defeat for me. It was instructive.
The good thing about defiance is that you will never be without company. Achievement isn't really half as exciting as the struggle towards it.
With rivals as closely tied to fate like these, you might as well call them family. [ HMMM??? HMM, HMM. moving on: ]
Thank you for Castle Rock, although that one ended in a crushing defeat for me. It was instructive.
Sometimes it IS family.
[He's not so sure he agreed about struggling toward achievement versus actually achieving though. He wants the satisfaction of crushing his enemies, after all. Maybe things wouldn't be as exciting after the fact, but he didn't think he'd long for more rivals.]
It was just the first in many such exploratory sessions. You said you wanted me to help you unlock your Stand's potential, after all.
[He's not so sure he agreed about struggling toward achievement versus actually achieving though. He wants the satisfaction of crushing his enemies, after all. Maybe things wouldn't be as exciting after the fact, but he didn't think he'd long for more rivals.]
It was just the first in many such exploratory sessions. You said you wanted me to help you unlock your Stand's potential, after all.
Hello, old friend of Enrico Pucci's.
Deseperately erect heterosexual with a fundamental misunderstanding of the pros and cons of fathering a child.
He with the foolish notion that one must not, under any circumstance, mix one's seed with the supple anatomy of a woman blessed with the gill-bearing visage of a fishy fish.
It is I, Odin Dark, Scion of Heroes, He of the Shadowed Veins, Ethereal Light in the Ephemeral Darkness.
I've decided out of mutual respect for Enrico Pucci, we would do well to get along.
So, what is it that you like?
Bribery? Compliments? Blackmail? Physical intimacy, either violent or sexual? The gift of death, as I tear your mortal coil asunder with my sweet rainbow sword?
What do you need for us to become besty best best friends? BFFsies? BOSOM BUDDIES.
My hand is displayed and the deck is ready to be shuffled.
Deseperately erect heterosexual with a fundamental misunderstanding of the pros and cons of fathering a child.
He with the foolish notion that one must not, under any circumstance, mix one's seed with the supple anatomy of a woman blessed with the gill-bearing visage of a fishy fish.
It is I, Odin Dark, Scion of Heroes, He of the Shadowed Veins, Ethereal Light in the Ephemeral Darkness.
I've decided out of mutual respect for Enrico Pucci, we would do well to get along.
So, what is it that you like?
Bribery? Compliments? Blackmail? Physical intimacy, either violent or sexual? The gift of death, as I tear your mortal coil asunder with my sweet rainbow sword?
What do you need for us to become besty best best friends? BFFsies? BOSOM BUDDIES.
My hand is displayed and the deck is ready to be shuffled.
I like people who decapitate themselves for me and allow the blood to fall into an urn so that I may drink it.
Seriously though, if you keep tormenting Enrico I'm going to turn you inside out.
Seriously though, if you keep tormenting Enrico I'm going to turn you inside out.
I don't know how to do that...
I guess if you write me up an instruction manual on how to properly do so I can look into it?
Don't underestimate the measures I'm willing to go to to make friends with someone cool, you swine.
I'm not tormenting him, though! I love him.
He loves me, too, which I bet he'd tell you if you just asked him.
He's told me about a bunch of his problems and I've told him about a bunch of mine and we sleep over at each other's houses and he taught me how to do a cool thing on my tongue with cherries.
He was really impressed with me when I learned how to do it.
Are you the type of man to impress Enrico Pucci?
I DIDN'T THINK SO.
I guess if you write me up an instruction manual on how to properly do so I can look into it?
Don't underestimate the measures I'm willing to go to to make friends with someone cool, you swine.
I'm not tormenting him, though! I love him.
He loves me, too, which I bet he'd tell you if you just asked him.
He's told me about a bunch of his problems and I've told him about a bunch of mine and we sleep over at each other's houses and he taught me how to do a cool thing on my tongue with cherries.
He was really impressed with me when I learned how to do it.
Are you the type of man to impress Enrico Pucci?
I DIDN'T THINK SO.
I think the only thing impressive about you is that you continue to use so many words without saying a single thing.
If you ever call me swine again, I really will turn you inside out. But I'll keep you alive, so that you have to suffer eternity as a monstrosity.
If you ever call me swine again, I really will turn you inside out. But I'll keep you alive, so that you have to suffer eternity as a monstrosity.
I didn't call you swine?
[ he's already forgotten. ]
But, okay. Note of criticism taken with a friendly smile and a spring in my step! Hahaha!
If you want to turn me inside out, I'll allow it, but please be careful so as not to rip my clothes as you do so.
Actually, what if I change out of them and wear something more mood-appropriate? Maybe I can wear some kind of ceremonial garb? Something white and elegant and flowy that immediately gets stained with blood. My worthless body powerless against your enrippening inside-out-itude.
Alternatively maybe we could play a video game or something?
You still didn't tell me what you like so it's hard to come up with suggestions.. maybe you're into something religion-y like Pucci.
If you don't want to fight or bone down or be given a gift of Darkestte Unholiesstte Magicckes Moste Foule, maybe you'd want to sing a hymn about Earth Jesus together?
[ he's already forgotten. ]
But, okay. Note of criticism taken with a friendly smile and a spring in my step! Hahaha!
If you want to turn me inside out, I'll allow it, but please be careful so as not to rip my clothes as you do so.
Actually, what if I change out of them and wear something more mood-appropriate? Maybe I can wear some kind of ceremonial garb? Something white and elegant and flowy that immediately gets stained with blood. My worthless body powerless against your enrippening inside-out-itude.
Alternatively maybe we could play a video game or something?
You still didn't tell me what you like so it's hard to come up with suggestions.. maybe you're into something religion-y like Pucci.
If you don't want to fight or bone down or be given a gift of Darkestte Unholiesstte Magicckes Moste Foule, maybe you'd want to sing a hymn about Earth Jesus together?
I didn't say I DIDN'T want to fight or fuck. Just that really you are quite annoying. Maybe you'd give good head. Put that tongue to work.
What, really? Hm.
Hmmm.
Well,
If such a thing would secure your friendship, this would be an avenue I would willingly explore and commit to without so much as a second thought,
But you've made too many comments about vivisection and sacrificial blood-drinking for me to take a challenge like that with the seriousness it deserves! I know you're just screwing with me, so that dick remains dry!
Gahahaha! Another villain's plan foiled by the majesty of Odin Dark!
Did you not like my singing plan? Maybe you don't like Earth Jesus...
How about cooking? I could cook you something? People like food, sometimes.
Hmmm.
Well,
If such a thing would secure your friendship, this would be an avenue I would willingly explore and commit to without so much as a second thought,
But you've made too many comments about vivisection and sacrificial blood-drinking for me to take a challenge like that with the seriousness it deserves! I know you're just screwing with me, so that dick remains dry!
Gahahaha! Another villain's plan foiled by the majesty of Odin Dark!
Did you not like my singing plan? Maybe you don't like Earth Jesus...
How about cooking? I could cook you something? People like food, sometimes.
What would a God need with Jesus? I am not interested in worshiping, only in being an object of worship.
I don't eat food. Cooking would be useless to me. You should really just give up. You're clearly not socially competent enough to make a friend of my magnitude.
I don't eat food. Cooking would be useless to me. You should really just give up. You're clearly not socially competent enough to make a friend of my magnitude.
I'm literally telling you I'll give you literally anything you want and you're literally telling me you want to be an object of worship and you're being too dumb to literally realize you just literally need to literally ask and I'll literally craft a statue of marble in your image!!
I don't understand why Pucci likes you so much if you like being worshiped as a God and he already worships God and stuff.
Ugh, boys are so complicated and confusing.
Okay, hold on, let me try a new tactic. Okay? Forget everything I just said.
Ahehehehem,
Ah... Dio Brando.
An adonis of man, a step above humanity. He, with chiseled jaw, with angular cheekbones, with eyes of stone, with greater depth than the sea -
To think that I, a mere peasant, a grain of sand compared to his majesty - to think that I, Odin Dark, have found myself in the position of gazing upon this impossible divinity, this epitome of masculinity, this... this physical embodiment of nobility, of royalty, of power--
No. No. This brightness is one I must avert my gaze from, lest I fall blind to its intensity.
And yet... I can't turn away.
Could anyone? For a man to turn his back on the sun - this would be the same as turning his back on life, on love, on energy, on warmth, on the things he thrives on, the things that keep him alive -
And in the end, it is you, Dio, that humanity aspires to thrive under, and it is you, Dio, that we survive in spite of. We writhe under your thumb! Your sexy, sexy thumb. A THUMB OF A GOD.
You're the sun, basically? I think I'm saying you're the sun and that I need you to survive because of how hot you are but I can't touch you, because-- ooh! SO hot. That sizzle? Yikes, yikes, yikes. My flesh, it burns! Haha.
Do you get it?
I don't understand why Pucci likes you so much if you like being worshiped as a God and he already worships God and stuff.
Ugh, boys are so complicated and confusing.
Okay, hold on, let me try a new tactic. Okay? Forget everything I just said.
Ahehehehem,
Ah... Dio Brando.
An adonis of man, a step above humanity. He, with chiseled jaw, with angular cheekbones, with eyes of stone, with greater depth than the sea -
To think that I, a mere peasant, a grain of sand compared to his majesty - to think that I, Odin Dark, have found myself in the position of gazing upon this impossible divinity, this epitome of masculinity, this... this physical embodiment of nobility, of royalty, of power--
No. No. This brightness is one I must avert my gaze from, lest I fall blind to its intensity.
And yet... I can't turn away.
Could anyone? For a man to turn his back on the sun - this would be the same as turning his back on life, on love, on energy, on warmth, on the things he thrives on, the things that keep him alive -
And in the end, it is you, Dio, that humanity aspires to thrive under, and it is you, Dio, that we survive in spite of. We writhe under your thumb! Your sexy, sexy thumb. A THUMB OF A GOD.
You're the sun, basically? I think I'm saying you're the sun and that I need you to survive because of how hot you are but I can't touch you, because-- ooh! SO hot. That sizzle? Yikes, yikes, yikes. My flesh, it burns! Haha.
Do you get it?
Edited (whoops) 2017-11-06 08:17 (UTC)
[He's died and he's gone to Hell, and everything suddenly makes sense now.
This is a series of torments meant to break his spirit, to make him regret his past. To teach him a lesson and give him a conscience. It takes a moment for Dio to respond because he's having a crisis in which he's realized, finally, that this is Eternal Damnation.
But he's NEVER gaining a conscience and YOU CAN'T BEAT HIM, HELL.
HE'LL CONQUER YOU.]
Right.
Well, it's a start. You could bring me tribute too. Blood is still my favorite gift.
Also Enrico Pucci is a man who follows my teachings, I am as his God to him.
This is a series of torments meant to break his spirit, to make him regret his past. To teach him a lesson and give him a conscience. It takes a moment for Dio to respond because he's having a crisis in which he's realized, finally, that this is Eternal Damnation.
But he's NEVER gaining a conscience and YOU CAN'T BEAT HIM, HELL.
HE'LL CONQUER YOU.]
Right.
Well, it's a start. You could bring me tribute too. Blood is still my favorite gift.
Also Enrico Pucci is a man who follows my teachings, I am as his God to him.
[ Hahaha, yesssss!!! dio can't see, but odin's doing a stupid victory dance in his room. it's started. there's a Start. dio said as much! haha. this friendship... begins.
he'd comment on the god thing but that's weird and he'd be offensive so he leaves it. ]
How much blood would you like?
Just mine, or like,
Like, should I get more?
he'd comment on the god thing but that's weird and he'd be offensive so he leaves it. ]
How much blood would you like?
Just mine, or like,
Like, should I get more?
Just bring as much as you think would be acceptable, and I'll decide when you get here whether it's enough or not.
[He's talking to Pucci about this boy ASAP. Why is he being haunted by this child?]
[He's talking to Pucci about this boy ASAP. Why is he being haunted by this child?]
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