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 :'''{{#var:1107|Jonathan Joestar (1107)}} has posed:'''<br>A name like 'soul steal' did not inspire good feelings. Jonathan tried to hold his weapon up defensively, but it was for naught -- his life force was being drained and he could feel it. But, for Alucard, trying to tap into that well and drink from it was like trying to carefully remove a drop of water from an ocean. A human's life force would naturally give them, give or take, a hundred years. Jonathan easily had ten times that, most probably, more. "Gh -- it can't be?! My life is being drained without direct contact?! This is an ability beyond even Dio..!"<br><br>How could he counter something like that? He was only as effective as his sword's reach right now!<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Unless ...<br><br>Jonathan sprints away, seeming to turn tail and run. It brought him no small amount of shame to look like that, but, Alucard wouldn't be alone for long. As Jonathan, a mere twenty or thirty seconds later, has performed a loop through the part of the village they were fighting in, coming out a fair way behind Alucard's previous position. "VAMPIRE!"<br><br>Jonathan held in his free hand, a clump of rose petals. They were crackling with golden-orange flames, a fire that did not burn them.<B><u>LIFE MAGNETISM OVERDRIVE!</u></b>"<br><br>Jonathan hurled them like a volley of knives, and the petals surprisingly cut through the air like razers in their course towards Alucard.<br> <br>
-:'''{{#var:1128|Alucard Tepes (1128)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Alucard's eyes narrow as Jonathan seems to be... well, doing the smart thing, actually. A demonstration of a power that had little in the way of defense against... anyone would run. Anyone SHOULD run. He was a bit disappointed, but also pleased. Not that he'd made Jonathan flee. That he'd convinced the man to flee... and keep his life. Perhaps now he'll stop with this 'hero' business. Alucard relaxes his stance, heaves a bit of a sigh, and sheathes his sword.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"...That should dissuade any more foolish heroics. Brave, yes. Strong, yes. Almost a pity. But only shame and a pointless death awaits those without resolve..." There is no contempt in these words. In fact they're spoken almost... gently? These words were not for Jonathan's ears. But yet Jonathan may catch some of them as he returns.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Alucard's eyes widen as he hears the voice, and he whirls to look. "What...?!" That power... Richter could do something very much like that. He could set his whip aflame with no apparent means to do so. The Vampire Killer burned with flames that did not harm the whip or his hands, but seared his enemies as surely as if he had set them aflame himself -- the flame of his spirit. Then could this young man possess the same power?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then suddenly a multitude of what he would swear were razors are flung at him. They tear into the cloak, and sprays of blood meet the air. They tear into the hood as well, pushing it back to reveal his face. The wounds visible on his cheeks smoke, as Jonathan might expect, but they bleed as if they had been inflicted on a human.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And through that volley of razor-like petals, the dhampir lunges, fangs bared. The growl in his throw changes to a throatier sound, and in mid-run he places four feet on the ground as a wolf. It is indeed much like what Poco described. That lavender wolf charges, faster than any normal wolf, so fast it leaves a blur behind it, and leaps at Jonathan, maw snapping viciously.<br> <br>
+:'''{{#var:1128|Alucard Tepes (1128)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Alucard's eyes narrow as Jonathan seems to be... well, doing the smart thing, actually. A demonstration of a power that had little in the way of defense against... anyone would run. Anyone SHOULD run. He was a bit disappointed, but also pleased. Not that he'd made Jonathan flee. That he'd convinced the man to flee... and keep his life. Perhaps now he'll stop with this 'hero' business. Alucard relaxes his stance, heaves a bit of a sigh, and sheathes his sword.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"...That should dissuade any more foolish heroics. Brave, yes. Strong, yes. Almost a pity. But only shame and a pointless death awaits those without resolve..." There is no contempt in these words. In fact they're spoken almost... gently? These words were not for Jonathan's ears. But yet Jonathan may catch some of them as he returns.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Alucard's eyes widen as he hears the voice, and he whirls to look. "What...?!" That power... Richter could do something very much like that. He could set his whip aflame with no apparent means to do so. The Vampire Killer burned with flames that did not harm the whip or his hands, but seared his enemies as surely as if he had set them aflame himself -- the flame of his spirit. Then could this young man possess the same power?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then suddenly a multitude of what he would swear were razors are flung at him. They tear into the cloak, and sprays of blood meet the air. They tear into the hood as well, pushing it back to reveal his face. The wounds visible on his cheeks smoke, as Jonathan might expect, but they bleed as if they had been inflicted on a human.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And through that volley of razor-like petals, the dhampir lunges, fangs bared. The growl in his throat changes to a throatier sound, and in mid-run he places four feet on the ground as a wolf. It is indeed much like what Poco described. That lavender wolf charges, faster than any normal wolf, so fast it leaves a blur behind it, and leaps at Jonathan, maw snapping viciously.<br> <br>
 :'''{{#var:1107|Jonathan Joestar (1107)}} has posed:'''<br>Jonathan felt a smidgen of satisfaction of finally cracking that cool exterior. It had almost reminded him of Bruford at first, but -- it was different. He could tell, the difference between genuine stoicism and what had to have been at least, partially an act. But, there was still something off here. He'd struck several direct hits on the creature with his Hamon, and true enough, the wounds smoked, burned to molten ash. However, as well, they bled. Something that no vampire or zombie should be capable of doing in response to a Hamon-inflicted injury.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then, the monster changed forms.<br><br>It had not been lying, it was completely capable of altering its physiology at high-speeds. About as quickly as Dio could regenerate, even! Now that lavender beast was charging at him, Jonathan's mind barked only one recourse.<br><br>His blade was cast aside?! Even though Alucard was blurring forward at a speed that gave Jonathan a mere moment to react, he responded with nothing less than a fully powered attack from the front! Air was sucked in deep, expanding his chest. At the risk of exposing himself to a lethal attack from those snapping jaws, Jonathan tries to pin the wolf's head between his fists. "<span style="color:uxterm214">HAMON!</span>"<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The one in a million ripple!<br><br>"<span style="color:uxterm208">OVEEEEEEEEEEERDRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!</span>"<br> <br>

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 :'''{{#var:1128|Alucard Tepes (1128)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"...I see."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Right there. THAT was what Alucard had been looking for. This isn't a man who plays hero for the sake of the glory. This is a man willing to lay his life down for what he believed in, to sacrifice himself for the safety of those he cares about. So... an ally.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But this man probably won't accept a simple 'I didn't do it'. Particularly since Alucard has no other explanation for the attacks. He has yet to find any other evidence, but he knows it wasn't him. He has several theories... but this is not the time for them.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Despite the situation, despite the burns and injuries, Alucard smiles. As he raises his head a little, the smile is visible. It's a small smile, but one that seems to light his face in a way that no monster should be capable of. Can a vampire experience true joy?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then he closes his eyes, lowers his head... and his body melts away into fog again. His clothing does not remain, but melts away with him. The fog begins to rise up into the air rather than escape via the streets. But before Jonathan can think of pursuing...<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The sounds of rapid footsteps and rapid breathing echo in the street behind him. And they're getting closer. Someone's approaching from behind him! It's a high-pitched sound, like a small person.<br> <br>
-:'''{{#var:1107|Jonathan Joestar (1107)}} has posed:'''<br>That expression.<br><br>It didn't seem right on a monster's face. Of course, he knew that Vampires could feel joy, but not in the same way as a human being -- at least, not the ones from his world. It'd be more accurate to say they felt carnivorouos satisfaction. But surely, that look had not been the look of a predator. Perhaps, had his Hamon brought some part of this person to the surface, like it had for Bruford? Or was it there all along?<br><br>Before Jonathan could hesitate further, Alucard became like mist and made his escape. "!!"<br><br>Twirling Luck &amp; Pluck expertly to sheathe it, Jonathan makes hast to pursue, yet finds himself halted. Footsteps, from a being that could be nothing but tiny. " --- huh?"<br><br>Yes, that short, high pitched breathing. A girl? Or perhaps a small boy? Jonathan doesn't have to think long about which to go after before he jogs towards the noise. "Who's there, are you alright?!"<br> <br>
+:'''{{#var:1107|Jonathan Joestar (1107)}} has posed:'''<br>That expression.<br><br>It didn't seem right on a monster's face. Of course, he knew that Vampires could feel joy, but not in the same way as a human being -- at least, not the ones from his world. It'd be more accurate to say they felt carnivorouos satisfaction. But surely, that look had not been the look of a predator. Perhaps, had his Hamon brought some part of this person to the surface, like it had for Bruford? Or was it there all along?<br><br>Before Jonathan could hesitate further, Alucard became like mist and made his escape. "!!"<br><br>Twirling Luck &amp; Pluck expertly to sheathe it, Jonathan makes haste to pursue, yet finds himself halted. Footsteps, from a being that could be nothing but tiny. " --- huh?"<br><br>Yes, that short, high pitched breathing. A girl? Or perhaps a small boy? Jonathan doesn't have to think long about which to go after before he jogs towards the noise. "Who's there, are you alright?!"<br> <br>
 :'''{{#var:1128|Alucard Tepes (1128)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Jonathan jogs toward the sound, he comes face to face with a girl. One who looks quite startled to see him! She's a pretty little thing, with her long blonde hair bound into a high ponytail with a black ribbon. She peers at Jonathan with wide green eyes as she skids to a stop. Wait... a pretty young woman with long blonde hair...?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Like the girls who were attacked...<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She is not from this village, not at all. Her features are foreign. And her outfit is positively SCANDALOUS by this world's standards! Her dark green overcoat and corseted waist are nothing unusual, not even the rather low neckline. But the skirt. The SKIRT! It rests SEVERAL INCHES above her knees, displaying her legs almost completely!<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To her credit, she does wear a pair of knee socks with wide green ribbons at the top, and they do cover the bottom half of her legs over her buckled shoes. But still! So much LEG on display! SCANDALOUS!<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She's out of breath, though she doesn't seem hurt. "Is... is he here?" she pants. A desperate look comes over her face. "Please tell me... I'm not too late...!"<br> <br>