❧ 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.

Comments

[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.]