02-18-2015, 05:24 AM
Dio watched the dance floor with some amount of interest as the tune would change to this jazzy, up beat, tune that he'd never heard before. As a man who had come from the late 1800's he had just began to see things like steam power, and fire arms become common place rather than the weapons of war or nobility, and the jazz movement had still been more than 50 years away. So naturally, as someone entirely new to a style of music Dio was rather enjoying the tune that the band played.
Still, he couldn't believe that this filthy human had dared to spurn his offer. Was Cake prepared by a beautiful girl really that undesirable to him?! Sure he hadn't seen Ceare, but he should have known by Dio's own appearance that he was not a man who called someone beautiful for the sake of sparing their feelings. Perhaps he was worried that he had poisoned it, or that Dio had planted some kind of drug into the food. However, hadn't he made it clear earlier that he didn't want to eat him? That Dio was pondering this at all however, showed just how out of touch Dio was with normal human morality. His methods may have worked on the undead nobility who all possessed some horrific deformity or evil requirement for their life, so Dio's evil was something that was a matter of course to them, but to someone who possessed "noble" ethical standards Dio's social aptitude was as useful as a degree in astrological science.
Though Aang had said and done nothing, he was pushing Dio to his wits end. He did truly need the power of more primes on his side, and he had counted on being able to manipulate this naive kid into believing that their side was nothing more than a collection of misunderstood and wrongly persecuted beings who were merely living their lives as best they could. However, at all turns he had been stopped! Road blocked by that senseless and innate goodness Aang possessed, and by the own evil in Dio's heart which even he could not hide.
Just as he was about to give up, Dio would look at Aang while the music played and seeing Aang's reaction Dio would know, this was his chance! Finally some common ground that he didn't have to guess at. Lies were often many times more believable if there were some grain of truth to them, and while he still did not particularly care for Aang's well being with this point of mutual interest he had found his point of social attack! He could use this, and with the questions Aang posed on his own Dio would inwardly sigh in relief. Fate had saved him from the brink of self defeat, and now he was given yet another chance to win Aang over to his cause.
"The difference in general is that Dracula is an individual. He is the Lord of this realm and he controls quite a bit of power in his own right. A vampire in this world's sense is a being who was bitten by Dracula, or one of the people he has bitten and thus is forced to stalk the night and drink blood to survive. However, given you are a prime I will let you in on a secret regarding myself. In my world Vampires were not scorned by God, the method through which I became a vampire was through a stone mask, and thus. I am not vulnerable to holy artifacts, silver, running water, or any of the other traditional weaknesses save The Sun."
He would say to Aang, hoping that by mentioning the differences between him and Dracula, in particular the difference in their weaknesses regarding holy items, he would prove that he was at the very least a preferable option to the horror stories that Aang had doubtlessly heard in his own world. However, Dio's attack had just begun! Seizing the chance while Aang would still be focused on his previous statement he would say.
"For instance, even though most vampires can't taste food appropriately, blood being the only thing that they can truly enjoy. I even maintain the ability to eat normal food, though it doesn't nourish my body in anyway."
He'd say as he'd reach towards a fork beside him, and in a swift motion he'd take a bite of the cake that Aang had before him. Checkmate! In this move he had proven that he had not poisoned or drugged Aang's cake. This proof of generosity and with his shift of the blame for the vampire condition upon the singular being Dracula he believed that he was now in a position to deliver the final blow. The sweetness of impending victory made the ashen taste of the cake in his mouth worth tolerating. However, to truly convince Aang to at the very least not side against him in the future he had to but deal the final blow.
"In fact, and while I was intending to keep this a secret till the end of the party. I want nothing more than to improve The Pale Moors. I'm sure you've noticed the lack of paved roads, the density of the monsters in the forest. Yet, with so many powerful beings around like the undead you surely wonder why the areas around our places are not cleared of such beasts correct? The answer is simple, because there is an even greater threat that constantly sets back any progress we make. The monster that terrorizes the land, a building sized beast that burns villages and decimates both sides that I intend to destroy.
The Tarrasque."
He'd say, finishing with a confident smirk. The age old tale of slaying the evil beast to release the people from the yoke of it's tyranny! The quintessential hero's tale that resounded within the hearts of all men! While Dio's motives were far less noble and involved with things like "For the sake of the people", and were more centered around "Such a monster will needlessly complicate my plans" Dio knew very well how to spin this to make himself appear the shining misunderstood knight who bore the curse of a devil, this was the final ace up his sleeve. The ultimate trump card that would surely shatter the perception of him as an evil being who held no mercy in his heart.
Still, he couldn't believe that this filthy human had dared to spurn his offer. Was Cake prepared by a beautiful girl really that undesirable to him?! Sure he hadn't seen Ceare, but he should have known by Dio's own appearance that he was not a man who called someone beautiful for the sake of sparing their feelings. Perhaps he was worried that he had poisoned it, or that Dio had planted some kind of drug into the food. However, hadn't he made it clear earlier that he didn't want to eat him? That Dio was pondering this at all however, showed just how out of touch Dio was with normal human morality. His methods may have worked on the undead nobility who all possessed some horrific deformity or evil requirement for their life, so Dio's evil was something that was a matter of course to them, but to someone who possessed "noble" ethical standards Dio's social aptitude was as useful as a degree in astrological science.
Though Aang had said and done nothing, he was pushing Dio to his wits end. He did truly need the power of more primes on his side, and he had counted on being able to manipulate this naive kid into believing that their side was nothing more than a collection of misunderstood and wrongly persecuted beings who were merely living their lives as best they could. However, at all turns he had been stopped! Road blocked by that senseless and innate goodness Aang possessed, and by the own evil in Dio's heart which even he could not hide.
Just as he was about to give up, Dio would look at Aang while the music played and seeing Aang's reaction Dio would know, this was his chance! Finally some common ground that he didn't have to guess at. Lies were often many times more believable if there were some grain of truth to them, and while he still did not particularly care for Aang's well being with this point of mutual interest he had found his point of social attack! He could use this, and with the questions Aang posed on his own Dio would inwardly sigh in relief. Fate had saved him from the brink of self defeat, and now he was given yet another chance to win Aang over to his cause.
Quote:"A vampire, huh? Not a dracula? What's the difference?" The people he'd talked to in the Nexus had had all manner of terrible things to say about the Dracula, but hadn't so much as mentioned vampires. Perhaps a different, cousin-breed of undead? "Not to be rude or anything, of course, I'm just curious."
"The difference in general is that Dracula is an individual. He is the Lord of this realm and he controls quite a bit of power in his own right. A vampire in this world's sense is a being who was bitten by Dracula, or one of the people he has bitten and thus is forced to stalk the night and drink blood to survive. However, given you are a prime I will let you in on a secret regarding myself. In my world Vampires were not scorned by God, the method through which I became a vampire was through a stone mask, and thus. I am not vulnerable to holy artifacts, silver, running water, or any of the other traditional weaknesses save The Sun."
He would say to Aang, hoping that by mentioning the differences between him and Dracula, in particular the difference in their weaknesses regarding holy items, he would prove that he was at the very least a preferable option to the horror stories that Aang had doubtlessly heard in his own world. However, Dio's attack had just begun! Seizing the chance while Aang would still be focused on his previous statement he would say.
"For instance, even though most vampires can't taste food appropriately, blood being the only thing that they can truly enjoy. I even maintain the ability to eat normal food, though it doesn't nourish my body in anyway."
He'd say as he'd reach towards a fork beside him, and in a swift motion he'd take a bite of the cake that Aang had before him. Checkmate! In this move he had proven that he had not poisoned or drugged Aang's cake. This proof of generosity and with his shift of the blame for the vampire condition upon the singular being Dracula he believed that he was now in a position to deliver the final blow. The sweetness of impending victory made the ashen taste of the cake in his mouth worth tolerating. However, to truly convince Aang to at the very least not side against him in the future he had to but deal the final blow.
"In fact, and while I was intending to keep this a secret till the end of the party. I want nothing more than to improve The Pale Moors. I'm sure you've noticed the lack of paved roads, the density of the monsters in the forest. Yet, with so many powerful beings around like the undead you surely wonder why the areas around our places are not cleared of such beasts correct? The answer is simple, because there is an even greater threat that constantly sets back any progress we make. The monster that terrorizes the land, a building sized beast that burns villages and decimates both sides that I intend to destroy.
The Tarrasque."
He'd say, finishing with a confident smirk. The age old tale of slaying the evil beast to release the people from the yoke of it's tyranny! The quintessential hero's tale that resounded within the hearts of all men! While Dio's motives were far less noble and involved with things like "For the sake of the people", and were more centered around "Such a monster will needlessly complicate my plans" Dio knew very well how to spin this to make himself appear the shining misunderstood knight who bore the curse of a devil, this was the final ace up his sleeve. The ultimate trump card that would surely shatter the perception of him as an evil being who held no mercy in his heart.