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brandosaur) wrote2017-02-26 11:36 pm
brandosaur) wrote2017-02-26 11:36 pmsample for futurology
stolen from the january tdm.
brandosaur) wrote2017-02-26 11:36 pm
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He can recall it all in whitehot flashes, phantom pain across his midsection. He isn't at all certain of his whereabouts, but he's definitely not where he left off, en route to New York City. Instead, he's found himself behind the walls of something big -- architecturally speaking. Everything is so pristine and new, but he's not fearful.
He's just.
Dead. For sure.
The castle itself seems almost entirely vacant, and anyone he seems to come across (tin men) are scant of word. He hasn't much patience for such things, and it isn't long at all before Diego's found his way outside, to a landscape of greenery. There's a barn, a village -- a few other structures he can't quite name, as they come to be long after his Earthly existence. As it were, he's en route to the barn, cautiously optimistic, vaguely apprehensive. Maybe he'll find Silver Bullet here -- hopefully he won't, only because that would suggest that she, too, met her untimely end.
Brandos were never philanthropic and Egyptians were known to be buried with their pet cats. His hopes are justifiable. That being said, what is lurking in the barnyard exceeds his wildest expectations. As if expending serious effort into putting together the corpse of Jesus Christ and obtaining raptor transformation abilities for it wasn't enough.
In presumed death, Diego's come face to face (more or less) with a small -- not even a herd, but a handful of unicorns.]
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he certainly takes the time to observe and watch but nevertheless, he moves on outside. a castle doesn't interest him. it doesn't have his name on it; he can certainly choose something better for himself.
it was outside when he saw a flash of blonde that made its way down the greenery. a rather familiar-looking face. dio does not believe in ghosts, even though it had been really popular back home to have seances with charlatans and the like. he believed in what he could see. yet still he followed, because at the same time, he cannot stand the idea of not being sure, of not having the guarantee of truth.
he stops at a barn; and when the man's face turns towards his view, his blood runs cold. a million possibilities run through his head - dio discards most of them. he has to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent him from reacting too soon, from making the wrong move. this is an unfamiliar place; he cannot predict how the other will act; he has to wait.
he adjusts his cravat. pushes his hair back into something a bit more well-kept, a point of difference between the two of them that he's more than proud to highlight. and then he goes inside the barn.
what was greeting them wasn't exactly what dio was expecting, either. ]
.... this is ridiculous, [ he mutters. and then, pushing past diego - ] Are the horns real?
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Maybe he's not dead; maybe he just managed to fall into Earth Two and this is the Diego of that place. He's fairly certain the president kicked his ass, though, his last words and thoughts solidifying as much.
Whatever the case may be, he probably should have put more thought into exactly what's happening here. An acid trip gone awry.]
...They seem it.
[His first impulse wasn't to try and tear the protrusion from the horse's forehead. He's not even close enough to try it.]
Shouldn't you know?
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[ those horns. legend has it that unicorn horn has medicinal properties, or erotic properties, whatever the case may be, and people are more than willing to pay a premium on those horns even if they were actually antelope horns or god knows what from the east. wang chan would know, maybe.
but if it were so easy to find them here, and without any sort of - security, or what have you, then the horns might not be as valuable and therefore they are no more impressive than a regular horse. the likelihood of them dealing with a stupid noble who owns these things is also likely, but dio isn't going to bet on that just yet. he's been through so much trouble with filthy nobles already. ]
If there's nothing else to see here, I'm going to head on. I have affairs to attend to that aren't going to be solved by staring at these dumb animals.
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Okay. Interesting coincidence. Unhelpful, too. Literally everything needs to be addressed at the same time, which renders the fact that he's, on top of everything else, trying to mentally gauge how stupid it would be to try and pat one of these unicorns.
Fortunately the familiar unfamiliar has something entirely too edgy to say and distracts him from cozying up with someone else's pet.]
Aren't you new here?
['Affairs to attend' sounds like an incredibly suspicious lie. He owes it to these majestic beasts, to catch this guy with his foot in his mouth.]
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[ when diego doesn't move from his place, and seems to be a lot more concerned about actually getting closer to the unicorns, dio raises an eyebrow. he starts pointing at them. ]
They're not yours. And even if they look like horses, we can't exactly predict how these animals will react. Surely you're not that stupid.
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What he says next is moderately reasonable; he knows touching another person's horse can be taken the wrong way -- unappreciated. Even so, this is a special case.]
Are you afraid of them?
[The question lacks concern, borderline mocking. Maybe that's why he's claiming to be so busy...]
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But if you want to cozy up to them so badly, go ahead.
[ and he'll even step aside so that diego can have access to the stables. he's gonna stay now if only because he wants to see how the horses will react to him. ]
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He's not moving right up to the uniorns just because Dio's provided room. He's idle in thought, bearing a frown -- tense brows.]
They're not yours, I don't need your permission.
[And yet, because Dio's now telling him to, Diego's feeling reluctant. The unicorns are most definitely judging them.]
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[ he waits patiently for him to move, arms crossing over his chest like a child. maybe they can smell the horse in this man and would react favourably. maybe one of them would crush him underfoot and gore him with the horn. there are so many myths involving unicorns it's hard to even say as to which ones would be real in this scenario.
like the unicorns, dio watches him with an imperial glare. in another world there'd be menacing sound effects going on at this point. ]
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Even if things are palpably going tense over something as stupid as a dare, which is basically what it is at this point, he's not...prepared to stir the pot. He returns a stare, crosses his arms and inevitably moves back toward the barn's entrance, double-checking for anyone who ought to be...tending to these animals.
There's literally no one, though.]
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that one will be addressed later. dio knows that the real dio, which is him, wouldn't be so stupid as to touch animals that he currently can't even guarantee would answer to him at all times.
so he crosses his arms over his chest and taps his foot at the stable floor (dirty, disgusting, it smells - ) and he waits. ]
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There's a small part of his brain that's suspicious of this guy running off and tattling on him, but that's the least of all concerns. It's merely something he can envision this douchebag doing. Hyperfocusing on his company won't spare him any favors, so he moves closer still to these creatures and lingers at the very edge of their stall, waiting to see if any would approach.
For the time being, they all seem curious, but none move in for anything. It might help if he had something edible to offer, but he's 100% sure he's got nothin'.]
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it's when after a while of the other trying to cajole the horses that dio frowns and decides to expedite things by attempting to throw him into the pen. here, let him help. ]
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On the other hand, he's happy to hang around all day and try to gently coax the animals over. They're favoring a far side of their pen, though. He's adamant, focused--]
What do you think you're doing-?!
[Cue a death grip on the stable's edge and a few backwards kicks. Like a horse. Frig off.]
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[ spoken as reasonably as he can manage given that he's attempting to kick him. this is a bit difficult since he has to take care not to get his boot in the face. ]
They won't come to you, so you'll just have to go to them.
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Also, there could be a myriad of reasons for the unicorns keeping themselves at bay. He's not so eager to find out why; he could certainly protect himself in a worst case scenario, but he'd rather not resort to such extreme measures if they could be so easily avoided ffs.]
I don't need your help!
[The afterlife sure is rough.]
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[ listen to him, he is the voice of reason.
as he's attempting to fight and evade diego's kicks at the same time, the unicorn are certainly taking notice of them. most of them have stopped what they're doing to look at the two men outside the stables. ]
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In the process of reaching back in an attempt to swat at him -- anywhere, be it his hands or his face, Diego more or less sets himself to be completely flipped onto the opposite side of the stall. Something about a solitary grip isn't enough to prevent him from landing headfirst (good thing he still has his helmet????) in a mostly-eaten pile of hay.
The landing still hurts, for some completely bizarre reason.
...He's just, going to, very slowly sit up, contemplating how to maim this guy all the while.]
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Alright, let's see you work.