❧ text; un: alucard

[reposing]

Greetings.

I have a request to make and am willing to pay as one sees fit.
I need a coffin to be made with careful specifications. Some requirements would include ensuring that it is made with the intent to last for many years, the interior to be comfortable enough for a man to rest in, and perhaps a few other details depending on your skill set.

Before you ask, yes. It is for me.
Take that as you will.

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[starmark]

Up to level one. There's a big library up there, I think.

[He had literally no plan for this whatsoever but making it up as he goes usually works out pretty well given his past experiences so here we go.]

And I guess if you see something else to look at. Or whatever.

[reposing]

No, a library is fine, actually. There's much research I could do there.

...Thank you. For coming to see me.

[starmark]

Yeah, well.

[Well...what? Well. Well, he did, and here he is, and...so this is what they're doing. It's a good idea. He knows it's a good idea. It just...

Somehow it seemed a lot easier when it was just words on a screen and an impulse he couldn't let go of than when he's here now, in reality, playing it out.]

...You talked to me. That one night. So.

[reposing]

You landed on me. You were a bit hard to ignore.

...And you seemed to have good reason to be agitated.

[starmark]

It wasn't like I meant to do that. That damn leaf thing sucked me up in it.

[...]

You need to grab anything before we go? Something to hold your books in?

[reposing]

No, I should...

[There's a pause. No, wait. He hasn't really had much contact with anyone, has he? So his strength is quite sapped.]

I suppose I'll just have to find a bag on the way to or from, should I find enough books to read.

[starmark]

It's pretty big. You'll probably find something.

[There is an obvious, glaring answer here, and he knows what it is. Probably Alucard does, too; he's the one who introduced him to it in the first place.

But he's still himself, weird new space planet rules or not, and so the way the offer manifests is by him turning away to face the door, tugging the brim of his hat down as he sinks into the safety of the collar of his coat —

— and silently extending his free hand in Alucard's direction, palm up, while he pretends like he didn't just do that to begin with.]

[reposing]

[There is a lot apparent with Jotaro that he is learning. In particular, it seems as if he's unable to really express himself easily. That's not something unfamiliar to Alucard, at least.

So he looks at the hand, then slowly takes it.]

Thank you.

[starmark]

[It feels like it did before. Warm. Alive. Reinvigorating in a way that's hard to explain, like waking up from a nap he hadn't realized he was taking to begin with.

He can feel Star Platinum more clearly now. Star's always there with him, they're never separated or walled off from each other, but it's a little bit like his Stand is being reenergized, by this, too.]

I still think it's a dumbass idea.

[Not the library, not the bag. The coffin, he means — and he wonders, immediately after the words are out of his mouth, if this vampire from another place and time will catch on to his meanings even if he doesn't always spell them out.

It's a rare quality. Alucard seems like a rare guy.]

C'mon.

[reposing]

I know you do.

[And it's baffling how much Jotaro just... intensely cares about that. But then, perhaps that does speak much to his character. That despite how he presents himself, he does care and wants to do something about it. And isn't that not unlike Trevor Belmont to some degree? Albeit far less insufferable.

He himself starts to feel more reinvigorated. Less weary, more alert. His strength returning slowly.

He doesn't pester Jotaro with questions. He just wonders to himself quietly.]