02-17-2015, 05:41 PM
Dio had initially felt some disappointment seeing the avatar go, shifting in his seat to swirl the dregs of that blood wine once again his eyes watching it pass through as he'd contemplate what went wrong. He did suppose it had been awhile since he'd associated with anyone not a monster or sociopath of some variety, and with that adjustment to the amoral he had forgotten the fears of those who considered themselves "just".
Dio scowled for a moment, he needed to obtain as many powerful allies as he could. This meant lying, this meant cheating, and this meant deceit of every manner he could employ. This kid, however naive he seemed, would at the very least prove to be an asset when it comes to fighting the forces of darkshire if he can be convinced that the undead are merely "misunderstood", and that the persecution is wrong. It was unlikely that he knew the history of this particular verse, so the notion of Diablo's armies and how The Pale Moors came to be as it was were likely mysteries to him. He also couldn't lie too blatantly about that though if it were to come up, this was a common knowledge fact and thus if he were to construct this scenario he would likely need to speak ill of Lord Dracula in order to convince this prime that at the very least siding against him would be a morally grey choice.
Perhaps the blood of the dead wasn't quite as a comforting statement as he'd thought it would be. What was the harm in taking the blood of those who had already died though? Perhaps it was some macabre issue regarding veneration for those who have passed. Though it didn't make any sense to him, Dio would definitely take this into consideration with his future approaches, one couldn't afford to be too careful in a world where Omnilium was power, and thus, to underestimate a marks worth by things like "appearance" and "Bodily strength" were in fact fools traps.
As Dio mulled over this however, he would see The Avatar find his friend in the crowd. The two of them would chat for a moment, Dio's ears not quite keen enough to make out details at this distance but he was more than capable of getting a rough estimation from lip reading, and thus, when the words "On the road" were mouthed by the man in purple a wry smirk would break out over Dio's face, Dio gesturing towards one of the servants and whispering a request in his ear. It seems that fate had chosen to favor him once again, and this time, Dio intended to make a far better impression on the young prime.
The servant would walk off towards the kitchens, an irritated blonde vampire girl shouting orders at a dozen arranged chefs. All of whom were scrambling to keep up with the sometimes strange requests of the nobles as new orders were constantly coming in. As the servant approached she initially held up a hand, and then, he mentioned he came with an order from Lord Dio. Turning to him with a frustrated expression she'd give an exasperated "What is it then?!" before the servant spoke, detailing their master's simple request, the girl sighing in relief as she'd turn to a table and cut a slice from a freshly prepared cake. The Chef would then place it on a plate before handing it back off, returning to her tasks in the kitchen with an even more irritated look on her face, the girl's thoughts clearly painted on her face, the expression of indignant rage on her face letting any who would care to look closer that she was thinking to herself "Who does that asshole think he is?".
Thus, when he sat down it would be a short few awkward moments of Aang munching on his jelly roll and Dio smirking at him from across the table, red eyes gleaming through the mask like a predator staring at a piece of prey it had trapped. That was before a servant would come by and place a slice of chocolate cake in front of Aang, Dio leaning forward and setting his glass of wine on the table with a smile as he'd say.
"I apologize, we seem to have gotten off to a bad start. I sometimes forget how sensitive humans are to blood consumption, and their veneration for those who have passed. As a vampire, to drink blood is to live for me. So naturally, I never see anything strange about it. I did try my best to maintain manners tonight by not drinking the blood of anyone who had been murdered but it seems to have still offended your sensibilities."
He'd try his best to seem non threatening, the mask helping quite a bit as he'd adjust it, the threatening gleam no longer showing through the mask. However, Dio was just naturally an imposing man, so this failed horribly as what were before red gleams were now the soulless blacks of his eyes, Dio giving a chuckle as he'd continue.
So, I arranged for our beautiful gourmet chef Ceare to prepare you a special dish. I do hope it's to your liking. Though if it's not I'd rather you not tell her. She can be a bit sensitive about her dishes."
He'd say flashing what was to all apperances a genuine smile, but within Dio scowled at this notion of "niceness". He was not however an idiot, his own personal preferences were not yet something he could enforce here. In the old world when he had chosen his compatriots from the darkest knights and the mass murderers of the world he had done so because he was confident in his ability to handle their enemy all on their own aside, but now.. even your average guard captain was capable of giving Dio a fight that he wasn't sure if he would survive. Thus, for now he would attempt the "more flies with honey" strategy with the younger kid. He would wait silently, his eyes carefully monitoring to see if Aang would accept the gift and if his manner would change at all.
Dio scowled for a moment, he needed to obtain as many powerful allies as he could. This meant lying, this meant cheating, and this meant deceit of every manner he could employ. This kid, however naive he seemed, would at the very least prove to be an asset when it comes to fighting the forces of darkshire if he can be convinced that the undead are merely "misunderstood", and that the persecution is wrong. It was unlikely that he knew the history of this particular verse, so the notion of Diablo's armies and how The Pale Moors came to be as it was were likely mysteries to him. He also couldn't lie too blatantly about that though if it were to come up, this was a common knowledge fact and thus if he were to construct this scenario he would likely need to speak ill of Lord Dracula in order to convince this prime that at the very least siding against him would be a morally grey choice.
Perhaps the blood of the dead wasn't quite as a comforting statement as he'd thought it would be. What was the harm in taking the blood of those who had already died though? Perhaps it was some macabre issue regarding veneration for those who have passed. Though it didn't make any sense to him, Dio would definitely take this into consideration with his future approaches, one couldn't afford to be too careful in a world where Omnilium was power, and thus, to underestimate a marks worth by things like "appearance" and "Bodily strength" were in fact fools traps.
As Dio mulled over this however, he would see The Avatar find his friend in the crowd. The two of them would chat for a moment, Dio's ears not quite keen enough to make out details at this distance but he was more than capable of getting a rough estimation from lip reading, and thus, when the words "On the road" were mouthed by the man in purple a wry smirk would break out over Dio's face, Dio gesturing towards one of the servants and whispering a request in his ear. It seems that fate had chosen to favor him once again, and this time, Dio intended to make a far better impression on the young prime.
The servant would walk off towards the kitchens, an irritated blonde vampire girl shouting orders at a dozen arranged chefs. All of whom were scrambling to keep up with the sometimes strange requests of the nobles as new orders were constantly coming in. As the servant approached she initially held up a hand, and then, he mentioned he came with an order from Lord Dio. Turning to him with a frustrated expression she'd give an exasperated "What is it then?!" before the servant spoke, detailing their master's simple request, the girl sighing in relief as she'd turn to a table and cut a slice from a freshly prepared cake. The Chef would then place it on a plate before handing it back off, returning to her tasks in the kitchen with an even more irritated look on her face, the girl's thoughts clearly painted on her face, the expression of indignant rage on her face letting any who would care to look closer that she was thinking to herself "Who does that asshole think he is?".
Thus, when he sat down it would be a short few awkward moments of Aang munching on his jelly roll and Dio smirking at him from across the table, red eyes gleaming through the mask like a predator staring at a piece of prey it had trapped. That was before a servant would come by and place a slice of chocolate cake in front of Aang, Dio leaning forward and setting his glass of wine on the table with a smile as he'd say.
"I apologize, we seem to have gotten off to a bad start. I sometimes forget how sensitive humans are to blood consumption, and their veneration for those who have passed. As a vampire, to drink blood is to live for me. So naturally, I never see anything strange about it. I did try my best to maintain manners tonight by not drinking the blood of anyone who had been murdered but it seems to have still offended your sensibilities."
He'd try his best to seem non threatening, the mask helping quite a bit as he'd adjust it, the threatening gleam no longer showing through the mask. However, Dio was just naturally an imposing man, so this failed horribly as what were before red gleams were now the soulless blacks of his eyes, Dio giving a chuckle as he'd continue.
So, I arranged for our beautiful gourmet chef Ceare to prepare you a special dish. I do hope it's to your liking. Though if it's not I'd rather you not tell her. She can be a bit sensitive about her dishes."
He'd say flashing what was to all apperances a genuine smile, but within Dio scowled at this notion of "niceness". He was not however an idiot, his own personal preferences were not yet something he could enforce here. In the old world when he had chosen his compatriots from the darkest knights and the mass murderers of the world he had done so because he was confident in his ability to handle their enemy all on their own aside, but now.. even your average guard captain was capable of giving Dio a fight that he wasn't sure if he would survive. Thus, for now he would attempt the "more flies with honey" strategy with the younger kid. He would wait silently, his eyes carefully monitoring to see if Aang would accept the gift and if his manner would change at all.