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A New Platform [Intro Post May]

On the Train

Like clockwork, the Voidtreckers are awoken by a familiar message this morning.

"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day one of the month of Llama. Points have been updated on the system."

With points updated, everyone can spend the morning shopping. Most people will be expecting the second announcement that comes a few hours later.

"Shortly arriving into a designated void platform. Exit from void in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one." A lurch and a jolt and the windows fill with the fog that means they are at a platform. The air is sticky and warm, the windows almost immediately dewing over with the humidity outside.

As usual the first to leave the train notice nothing, walking silently, rucksacks on their backs, towards the barriers. Azula, Prisoner, Amery Vallet, Dyme Graydon, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Yoite, Piccolo, Bulla Brief, Xie Lian, Kurosaki Ichigo, Hua Cheng, Renee Corbin, and Ran Mouri; all pass through the platform, not looking back before they disappear through the barriers and into the fog beyond.

But on the platform itself there are new faces. Wearing hoodies in all four colours, in various states of confusion.

For New Passengers

At first all they can see is steam billowing around them as they come to their senses. As their eyes adjust, they find themselves on a platform, rich wood and pale stone forming a natural, tree-like structure overhead. Behind them is a set of barriers, and in front of them is a single set of tracks extending both ways into thick fog. The air is rainforest-hot, and the sound of frogsong can be faintly heard over the drip of the artificial canopy.

They are standing, in clothes that are not their own and a style they might not even recognise. They are carrying a rucksack on their back. For a moment it seems to just be them, alone in the white haze; then the fog begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.

The platform isn't large, and seems smaller with twenty-eight figures scattered around, all facing the tracks, all dressed in cargo trousers and hoodies. Then there is a roaring sound and out of the fog arrives a train. Jet black with gold writing on the side. The Voidtrecker Express. There is a hiss as the doors slide open and out pours a strange assortment of people, over a hundred at least. Some are human, some are less so. Most are wearing the same hoodie in one of the four colours, red, orange, blue and purple, though some are sporting different clothes in a variety of styles.

Behind them, the doors close, and the train is cloaked in the same fog that hides the world beyond the platform.

The Train

After a short time, the fog clears and the doors hiss open again. Those from the train may encourage those on the platform to board. It’s not like there's anywhere else to go and even if there was, you feel a pull. A need to board, a feeling that staying on the platform would lead to something terrible. If that is not enough, there are plenty of people on the platform now, to encourage them onto the train.

Each ICP shows the same message and next to the screens there are stacks of leaflets written by those on the train, with further information (see
'Publications'). The store rooms have been restocked with fresh ingredients, including several crates of nori, the ingredient of the month of Llama, as well as all sundries.

For passengers that have bought items, these are also scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags. For each member of Purple Team, a small silver box with their name on it contains a glittery cupcake.

New passengers will find their ticket allows them into their cabins. They may need to negotiate for beds, but at least they won't be alone in their confusion - since the sleeper carriages are now double-decker, and experience isn't going to avail the passengers in finding their rooms.

Room is tight but there are storage cubbies at the head of each bed, beds fold up and the bottom bunks double as benches for the small table. There is storage under those benches full of spare blankets and pillows.

The new double carriage's transfer ICP is active, allowing people to move to a double room should they meet the requirements with another person, though they'll have to move their belongings themselves.

Departure

A second horn sounds to encourage any stragglers taking advantage of the fresh air, and the doors slide shut. Veteran passengers know what will happen next, but they may wish to brief their new companions.

The train sets off, the fog obscuring the view again as it picks up speed.

"Welcome aboard, passengers of the Voidtrecker Express." A female-coded artificial sounding voice echoes throughout the train. "Please take the time to read the passenger information displayed on the Information and Communication points and familiarise yourself with the layout and emergency exits."

The train begins to tilt, leaving the ground and rising up into the fog-filled sky.

"Entrance into Voidspace imminent. New passengers are advised to remain seated. Entry into Voidspace in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."

A shudder, a jolt, a lurch to the left. A flash of light, colourful and blinding. As quick as it happens it is done. The train seems to steady itself. The fog from the windows is gone now, replaced with a kaleidoscope of ever-changing colours.

Welcome to the Void!

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For several long moments, Dio remains as deathly still as only a vampire can, unblinking, silent.

And then one clawed hand is waved a little bit, as if shooing something away. "I don't believe in coincidences, fate has its talons sunk too deeply into everything. However, I assure you that you have nothing to worry yourself about."

Well that settles it surely! They can each go their separate ways--

"But if I may ask, where have you heard my name before? Or a name as wonderful, though clearly fearsome in reputation."

Fate has its talons? There is a visible twist of confusion at that turn of phrase in particular, the tone in particular sitting oddly. Fate, after all, was if anything something that Pucci had praised- something that in the ultimate state would be known to everyone, start to finish, as all carried it through as 'fate desired'. The ultimate fate.

(He remembers quietly his last retort to the man, and pushes the thought from mind.)

It's a strange way of putting it, but after all he can't simply ignore who this is. Who it might be. Who...

The boy trembles slightly, unable to look upward as his hat shadows his expression.

"....Enrico Pucci," he finally says, his voice so quiet as to nearly be broken. "...I heard it from Enrico Pucci, when he did everything in that name..."

...

"...Please... ...I don't want to face that, again. ...Please, tell me you don't recognize that name," he forces out, eyes already watery. "I already had to say goodbye to everyone again..."

Pucci.

Of course he knows who that is, how could he not? But lacking in details, what he hears makes little sense. It's clearly distressing for the child, but 'goodbye' could simply mean moving away or something similar, alongside the more permanent ends his mind drifts to.

"I am sorry you are distressed," the vampire says eventually, looking somewhat perplexed, "But very little of what you have just said has any sense to me. If you could try again, but assume I am the stranger I am, with no understanding of what distresses you so."

Because he is. Aside from linking his dear friend to it...

"Can you do that, for me?"

Apologies do not fit the image he made. The image of someone who could be behind so much pain, and destruction, even in name only. Surely no one could be misunderstood in that way after all- surely, no one could take another's words to such an end.

Try again- distance the name from the issue and explain, is what he makes of that request, but how can he do that he thinks, wiping at his eyes. It was the only reason he ever heard of the name, it was...

"...I don't know- I... ...I mean I can, I just... ...I don't know anything," he both says and also realizes. "...All I had was...that name, I guess. ...I knew Jolyne's dad killed someone named that- but I never knew why, or anything like that..."

He pauses, taking a shuddering breath. "...I don't know anything about the 'Dio' from the name I recognized. Not specifically." He only knows what was tied to it.

It's a somewhat chilling thought.

"...you... ...you said sorry..." Something that he clearly hadn't expected. It wasn't even about anything in particular. Just a 'sorry you feel terrible about this' before carrying on.

...

But it was a Sorry, and that was more consideration than he'd ever expected at all. "Thanks. ...I know it's probably nothing really...deep I guess, since you wanted to know something too, but... ...It sort of helps a little, I guess."

"How about the events that directly led to saying 'goodbye' again? Do you know about those?"

Maybe someone was responsible and kept Emporio out of trouble.. but honestly he doubted it. Fate simply didn't work that way.

Nobody expects apologies from Dio Brando, it doesn't match the reputation. Perhaps because usually those he apologizes to are in the process of dying horribly. "Ahh.. see, anyone should feel troubled when someone so young is sad, shouldn't they? I might not yet understand why, but it's a terrible thing. Childhood should be for games and joy, so when you're old you have stories to bore your grandchildren with."

Emporio swallows- briefly looking up to wince before ducking his head back down again. The fact that it's a question as to whether he knows makes him think of the conversation he had with Alice not so long ago. About things children were supposed to do- things they were 'never' supposed to 'have' to do.

He addresses the last matter first, partly because of that. "...it feels strange... ...I... ...it isn't that no one cared for me, where I was before. But here, so many have suddenly been worried about what could happen to me, or even that I'm here at all..."

The boy shudders somewhat, but wills himself to answer.

"...Pucci-" If he is to act like Dio and Pucci do not know the other, he must explain who Pucci was, he realizes. "There was a priest named Pucci- he wanted to make a world where everyone knew their fate, from the start, to the end, where they followed it the entire way. I don't know...why," the boy admitted. "...he thought it was the way it was meant to be somehow- that...it would be better for everyone, I guess."

He pauses.

"...he killed... ...so many people to try it though. Even the ones who didn't know what he was doing... ...when they fought back... ...when we all fought back, he cornered us in Cape Canaveral. Everyone had their backs together, waiting... ...I..."

The calm he tried to hold together fades, with a crack and a sob. "...I blinked...and everyone was bleeding...but time was moving too fast, and they died in seconds...! Even Jolyne...e...she had longer, but instead of getting away, she..!"

...she'd saved him.

She'd saved him, and he can't even bring himself to say it aloud.

"This train seems to prefer those who have great empathy for others. With some notable exceptions. I would be concerned were people not worried for you, child. The paradigm would have changed, and not for the better." Heros tended to wish to help, and worry, and fuss-- and the train wanted heros. And then occasionally it picked up people like Dio.

Even with this explanation, very little would still make sense to most people. Some guy did some stuff with fate and then a bunch of people died, okay..

But it does make sense to Dio. He knows very well who Enrico Pucci is, what his promise to see to the future was supposed to be, at that time and at that place. Nobody was supposed to die. At least, not permanently. A brief temporary death while the universe reset itself certainly, but that would be undone if all went well.

All clearly has not gone well. As Emporio stammers through his explanation, clearly upset about all of it, the vampire remains silent, either unwilling or unable to interrupt.

Jolyne. He doesn't know the name but he knew how Fate worked and could make some guesses. Of course it would be one of Jonathan's distant descendants, because Fate was insistent that his plans and their lives were inevitably at odds. Of course there would be death and suffering and pain. Of course the one person he'd trusted to be free of the taint that followed him would have no such immunity. Why did he ever think any differently?

Why had he been so stupid as to think Fate would allow him this one thing as a sane, stable, uncorrupted friend?

The corridors of the train aren't particularly wide, and when Dio abruptly sits down on the floor, hands dug into his hair, he takes up a good deal of the hallway in the doing.

"We had agreed, agreed, Enrico and I, that fate must end," is the low, strangled response to all of this, at great length. "So there would never again be 'interesting stories' that required tragedy and death in order to carve its heros. An end to fate, to destiny, an end to the heartless machinations of gravity, rewriting all of it so such a cruel thing is merely the effect of mass on mass, as it is in every other reality.."

It seems Emporio's original fear had been right - who he's dealing with, who he's connected with.

"It should never come at such a cost, should never be ... knowing or accepting fate's vicious games with our lives. I, Dio, did not design it to be so. Ah.. this. This is my failure. How could I have been so foolish as to think we might succeed in freeing mankind, while Fate still holds its sway over all?"

It's a pattern that Emporio himself has recognized; while there are certainly more questionable sorts on the train, the vast majority he's seen- spoken to, met in passing, even just been told about- are people who at least somewhat are willing to help. Willing to do something, if it means preventing disaster.

Occasionally people like Dio are there, but as far as the boy can tell at least, thus far Dio fits that category. Perhaps not a hero, no not at all.

But someone who could at least be willing, given the right moment, to try and help rather than hinder.

Dio sits down, and the motion is so shocking that he nearly misses what the man says. 'End'? That alone is already such a deviation from what Pucci had been doing. There was no 'end' of 'fate', only inevitable perpetuation. There wasn't even rewriting- not outside...

"...When he reset everything, he just made everything happen as it always had, except for the ones he killed," he says softly, looking to the side as he grips his arm. "He... ...replaced them, saying he didn't need them in his 'perfect world'. Everything... ...Everything that was going to happen, everyone somehow knew...but no matter what, we all moved toward what that thing was," he continues, his voice tight with fear as he recalls his desperate and fruitless attempts to avoid what would have normally been his refuge.

"...It feels like... ...it almost feels like he took what you said and made it the opposite now," Emporio admits. "...even..."

He stiffens, a small frown coming over his face as he realizes something. When he had been chasing the boy, shouting that if he allowed him to live- if Pucci allowed him to persist and escape with the dolphin- he would have one day returned and killed him in his revenge.

...had Pucci...without realizing it then, rather than preventing that...

Inwardly he shakes himself of the thought. "...Your failure?" A blink, and he continues. "...That he didn't understand what you meant, you mean?" What would it even have looked like, if he had? Would Pucci have still so intensely targeted Jolyne to get to Jotaro? Probably, if he thinks about it. Pucci had wanted Jotaro's memories for a reason, and while the execution afterward had been repetitions of fate, who was to say that would have been the guaranteed end result? What if it could have been used for the opposite? What if... "That isn't..."

...He trails off, realizing something that is perhaps a little grim. "...I guess...technically, everyone there is, now..."

As far as he knows after all, there's no world at all.

"A perfect world is a world without fate," is the somewhat muted response. "How great truly could mankind become if shackled to a single unshakable path? I have seen.. I have seen what is possible in these many other worlds, where choice and free will are supreme in a soul's decisions, not destiny."

Dully he realizes explaining this to a child might in fact be going over the child's education level. Well if there were questions, he'd burn that bridge when he came to it.

When Dio pulls his hands out of his hair, his claws are etched in bright wet crimson, little rivulets trickling along blond locks. It doesn't last long. "...No. I think. He must have understood what I meant. But fate loves its tragic stories, does it not? It required a monster for its stories, and so it made one, and for some reason I, Dio, did not stop him."

He was stone dead, he couldn't. "It was I who set him on such a path. I trusted him with that task should something befall me." He keeps his gaze averted, lest his misery at such an abject failure result in lasering some other poor sap. "The ... only hope I may offer.. for you perhaps." Not himself. This is what he gets for hoping, for daring- "The process to reach Heaven is a closed circle. Interrupt it and it returns to its start by design, in case of mishaps and Joestars."

The vampire's tone is bleak; it didn't help much really. He still blew his only chance at beating fate at its own game. "Although you are here, those you have lost should be quite fine, if still bound to the crushing force of merciless gravity."

"Not having to run toward the same spot I was supposed to die in would have been pretty nice I guess..." Is an unrestrained mutter, barely audible to human ears but certainly easy enough to catch for any vampire.

Dio's continued thoughts are...odd, however. Tilting his head the boy narrows his eyes. "You think...Fate itself did that to Pucci?" He can't really speak for what Pucci would have been like before- it seems like a strange way to think about it.

But it was also uncanny, how he'd simply...careened for the same spot. Constantly. Over, and over, and...

He shakes his head, considering the last of Dio's words with a grimace. "...I..." Well.

"I don't know if that does make it better... ...Everyone was dead, after all. ...He didn't even let them exist in his new world. The world that would happen after that, if it happened...I don't even think it could. ...I think... ...I think I broke it."

...Hm.

"...Is... ...The way you talk about all of this... ...Do you want to go back?" He finds himself wondering if the answer might not be...'no'.

"...I know I don't, anymore..."

"I know." If something did happen to Dio, Fate would require another subject with which to revolve the story of suffering around. "But a man of faith, who believes in God and God's Plan is easy to twist to the path of fate's machinations. Gravity has its own wishes, and it will do anything to see those wishes to fruition. If it has decided that it is your role to stand in opposition of Enrico, then it will have arranged your life to learn the skills and gain the abilities needed to do so .... no matter the cost to those around you."

Everyone Enrico knew died because Enrico needed the experiences and powers that resulted. No other reason.

He considers the boy for a long moment, then raises one bloodied talon to gesture slightly. "You don't by chance possess a certain peculiar birthmark, in the shape of a star?"

That really would figure! Yet another Joestar, latched helplessly onto the cycle of tragedy and horror.

There's a slight shake of the head though, as if the answer to that question isn't quite as important as the idea of somehow breaking his plans. That simply wasn't possible! "Even if you succeeded in breaking it, it would simply return to the point of origin. Whenever the path to Heaven began and Enrico claimed my power and legacy. Death is ... temporary, when time itself loops back. If Enrico forged a world without specific people, and the road shattered as you think, then what he forged would be erased as time ground backwards." He leans back, head thumping against the wall, brow furrowed. What a mess. What a terrible.. wretched mess. "It cannot be permanently destroyed, only returned to the beginning to try again. And again, and again... and again. However many times it takes. Striking Enrico down would not prevent it, merely render it out of mortal control. Time would reset. ...And then what? Fate reclaims its prize."

Not an ideal end. "Ah.. I must. Now that I know what fate intends, going back... how can I not?" His smile is brief, a flash of long fangs. "But with what I've learned here to better fight my hated foe. This! This jaunt across entire new worlds.. it's a break and nothing more. I have left before, I have returned, eventually I will leave again. You should seek your return first, and see what has occurred before deciding you wish to stay forever a servant of the Void. Your friends may be waiting. And if not, somehow?"

He spreads bloodied hands. "The train awaits hearts and minds of the right sort. And then will there be be a long whistle in the fog, calling you back."

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It's a rather cruel way to think of it, but weirdly, he can somewhat agree. Fate and Gravity could just, stop, honestly.

At least that wasn't how things worked here.

...He's distracted, ultimately, by Dio's question. "A star..? You mean like Jolyne's?" He shakes his head. "No. ...actually, I noticed it later, but Weather had a star when he died...which was sort of weird. Rikiel- um...I guess he's one of your sons?" he remarks, frowning. "...Rikiel said Weather was actually Pucci's brother..."

How strange- but apparently, Pucci gained that cursed star for himself. (And then, well, died.)

Emporio gives a somewhat wry smile. He can't argue against Dio's theory- he has no idea if it would be right or not. But going back... No, even the idea that they're there still.

It seems impossible, and he finds his eyes welling up as a figure in white and cloud mists behind him alongside his words. "...I don't think I'll see them. ...Not... ...not if he's still here, when he wasn't mine anyway... ...I don't think he'd be here, if they were 'back'."

A sniff- and a smile. "...So, I'll stay here I think. I got to meet Donatello here that way- he's...actually, he's another of your sons..? He..." ...left the train, and the smile fades a bit. Well.

"...when I was growing up I couldn't leave Green Dolphin, because of that man. ...now I can see all kinds of places, and even help. ...When I asked the train if I could stay, it said I would be allowed, even when it was done with what its purpose is... ...so I think I still want to stay."

"If you wish to remain here, then you best hope my plans reach their proper fruition," Dio says soberly. "I have no evidence as yet the train overrides gravity completely. But there is still a chance not everything has gone awry... and you may indeed have choices."

It did seem to lessen the effect, but enough to say Emporio would remain forever? That's.. harder to predict.

There's a moment where he backtracks through the conversation - other people with the star mark, Joestars of course, and his smile is a touch more amused. "Ah, you likely mean my great grandnephews and such. I, Dio, am a vampire, the dead can't breed like that. But it is ... good to know their numbers are growing! A few more boys, and a young lady as well sounds more hopeful for a bit more diversity. This one or two every generation thing is simply not going to build a lasting dynasty."

Pucci's brother is running around, that's somehow not a surprise - but obviously hobbled if the world hadn't gone to snails. He's content to accept that much.

"Uh..." What in the what now-

Oh. He crosses his arms. "...I don't know...I feel like if 'gravity' was working in the way it does in our worlds, I wouldn't have even been allowed to meet you. I mean..." He winces, albeit sympathetically. "...You were... ...you were supposed to be 'the bad guy'. ...The reason everything happened, or at least...that's how we knew that name at home. ...I don't think I'd have been able to meet you, or...or decide you're not, if-"

He pauses, realizing something. "Oh- Uh, backing up a bit actually...they're definitely your sons- from what I heard from the ones I met, and especially from Donatello when he was here on the train, that's exactly what Pucci told them when he gathered them together." For that matter, if personality traits can be inherited, he absolutely got Dio's thing about fate. Definitely.

The boy frowns, considering. "...You're definitely sure you can't have kids..?" Hmmmmmmmm.

Dio waves one hand, as if completely dismissing the idea. "No, it certainly would and could! Especially if the inspiration is to set us at odds with each other, in this strange and exotic locale! After all, there is none here who could possibly begin to challenge the power of my Stand." And he has no doubt, though he's not seen a flicker of such an entity about, that Emporio would likely be able to in some fashion contend with at least normal Stands.

"But in truth.. if I, Dio, must admit it, there was someone very dear to me who overlooked what Fate wished for me, and inevitably extended a hand in kindness and understanding. It killed him in the end, and the reasons mattered not to all who followed, only that it happened. I would not see you set on a similar path." He studies the far wall, brow furrowed. "No, it may be best that if that is the path gravity desires of you, that you at least play lip service to its whims. The train, of course, would prevent anything from going too far.."

And he wasn't keen on battling a child anyway. He'd have to discover what it was exactly Fate had in mind, and how it could be edged around, with the diminished effect of being out-of-universe caused..

There's a sigh at the idea of having kids. Would he have minded? Not at all, not with the right person, in the right time.. but Pucci clearly has some things awry. "Enrico might not have quite realized the implications of being over a century old and a vampire besides," he says dismissively. "Dead flesh creates no seed, and I'm certain that 'cloning' thing that's popped up on the news has not been brought to bear. However I could see where he might ... make a mistake, should he stumble across some Joestar scion that doesn't fit the mold of the determined hero, out to save the world."

"...Really..?" Impossible is not a word that really exists in Emporio's dictionary. Though to be fair, if The World came out, he would absolutely be screwed in a fight.

The less they find out about that the better though, and...well. Emporio opts to keep from disagreeing any further out loud when it seems the matter is more personal than he guessed. Instead, for the sake of the one who was apparently dear to Dio, he gives a slow nod.

But this matter of Pucci versus Dio in terms of the others...particularly Donatello...

"...I don't know... ...Donatello said he looked a bit like his mom, but that most of his looks probably came from his dad..." Hmmm. "Jolyne and her dad both had black hair... ...I don't think she had any uncles or aunts though, and honestly Don doesn't really resemble either of them either..." Well.

Hrm. "Hmmm... ...both of the two I met definitely weren't heroes..." He hasn't really got as much to say about Rikiel though. "...but..."

The boy winces. "The thing is... ...Donatello in particular kind of...sounds a bit like you? Not that much!" he hastily adds, "Just..."

... "The relation with Fate. ...He... ...He always talked about Fate as something that was against him, something that he had to defeat, when he was here. So it seems strange, to think that you wouldn't be related..." Personality might not be an inherited trait but...well. It's just weird!

Something in all of that startles actual laughter out of Dio, a deep but surprisingly merry and utterly unfeigned sound. It doesn't last. There is at least no edge of mocking to it, no scorn or derision.

"Such desires are not inheritable. They may be the result of being raised similarly! But I know for certain, I, Dio, am nothing like my father, and I... have not had the opportunity to raise any child to take after my ideals." Which is honestly probably for the best, he didn't think his situations would make very good environments for small children.

He holds up a hand as if to forestall any follow-up argument, the smile fading, but not into seriousness exactly. "But do not get me wrong. My brother also loathed what fate had inflicted upon us. I do not doubt I am in some fashion related to this friend of yours, the mark is alone a sign of that! A Joestar by any other name still bears the astral sign. And perhaps they are, after some hundred and thirty years, growing tired of dancing to gravity's tune. It is... good to hear. Even if it isn't all of them, that some might be interested in breaking away."

Explaining that even if he did have children, it wouldn't be any of his genes involved to begin with because he stole his brother's body was really far too complicated to explain to a child, so he's not even going there. "Ah. I think I would have liked to speak to kin that share even some of my ideas, after so long."

Well, it's all a big shrug in the end. Not just to what it means for Donatello but...well, he only understood about one sentence in all of that.

He suspects he won't understand much of anything even if he asks for clarification. "...Maybe he'll come back one day," he ultimately says, nodding slowly.

Something has been...bugging him though. "...You said things about the dead, and about knowing people from more than a century ago... ...How...is that possible?" He'll accept it, sure- but...he's got to ask. He's got to! It wasn't as if Dio was ever noted as being vampiric to him.

Just terrible, supposedly.

Dio studies Emporio for a long moment, now that he's certain his distress over Pucci isn't going to end in tears and thus potentially murder.

Instead of a straight answer, he raises one hand, and The World melts through the nearest wall, gleaming and golden. He fully expects the boy to react to the Stand's presence, which will be revealing in of itself. He must have one of his own, though the thought of someone so young being struck by the arrow was abhorrent.

"There are many things in our world, boy, than are explained by mortal understanding." Like Stands! "Their gifts are manifold, and can have unexpected results over time."

Now that, is a STAND. Emporio definitely reacts, albeit with only mild alarm than anything else. "Oh-" Well, he supposes he should have expected that, but-

Problem, the way Dio has presented this has left a gaping hole for misunderstanding. "...So...your Stand made you live longer then, is what you're saying..?"

He can't really be blamed for reaching this conclusion,

The World raises one gloved hands in a vague pantomime of a wave, a gesture that seems friendly enough in spite of the fixed frown. There's something in the gleaming figure's bearing and movements that suggests it's not simply following Dio's unspoken directions in the doing.

"Among other things, yes. But not only that." What's easier to believe, Stands or vampirism? "With the power of my Stand alongside the vampirism granted me decades ago, I imagine if I'm careful I might well live forever."

Actually he's probably going to die in another several hours if he returns home, isn't fate a bitch? "Were I, Dio, to grant you the gift of undeath, without a Stand which compliments such a thing, I could not say how long you would endure." There's a long moment's pause, as his Stand glances at him almost in askance. "I do not intend to do any such thing," he adds, almost as if prompted.

Considering the uh...relatively expressionless looks from the likes of Weather Report, Emporio can't say that the World is any worse really. Actually he can't help but be a little amazed at how human like they seem- it almost makes him thing of Star... ...hm.

...Well in any case. Stands. Definitely Stands, are the more easy to believe.

There's a bit of rapid blinking- by the time he can even comprehend the first part, Dio has said his peace. "Uh- I don't know what it would take to compliment it, but I think I'm fine..!" He's only a kid after all!! "That's really amazing though... ...uh, if it's okay to ask, how does yours help with that then?"

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it definitely suited the mood though... (CW: End Stone Ocean spoilers)

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