C - Wouldn't ya know?emperor_cowboyJune 20 2011, 22:52:26 UTC
[Every now and again, Hol Horse himself takes a long walk, just to ease whatever was on his mind. However, today he's going to wish he hadn't... as he had taken notice of a familiar figure sitting on a bench. Hol thought back to their wonderful little meeting back at that island. He grit his teeth in annoyance and frowned as the thought of simply shooting Nusakan in the kneecap crossed his mind.]
[Surprise surprise. The doctor doesn't seem to so much as notice Hol on his walk, fingers laced together. One would think, if they didn't know the man, that perhaps he was simply enjoying the day... but Hol knows, by now, that Nusakan is much more interested in human interaction than nature interaction.
Of course, Hol can also recall how well shooting him worked the last time he did it.]
[As long as the good doctor didn't notice him, Hol would in fact take this as a moment to summon Emperor in his hand. His finger twitched as his hand remained in a steady grip. It would be simple enough. He was sure that a damaged knee might prove to be more of a handicap rather than an injured shoulder.
No one important was paying attention. Hol turned away from Nusakan and fired. He then glanced over to the other and focused his attention to the fellow's knee. After all... Emperor travelled the path of Hol's line of sight.]
[Turned away, Hol might miss it when Nusakan did turn his attention to Hol. The man really did have the most interesting actions and reactions... and the doctor knew, of course, that he also had some sort of invisible weapon he was no doubt itching to use again.
Granted, an injury to his knee would be about as useful in stopping him than the injury to his shoulder.. but Hol didn't know that. And Nusakan, for his part, noted the sudden focus on said knee... and proceeded to cross his legs, resituating his hands across them and staring from over the top of his glasses, a wide grin across his lips.]
[Hol flinched upon realizing he missed... as Emperor struck nothing but the ground. He grit his teeth in frustration. He was tempted to just up and fire as many bullets into Nusakan as possible... but for now he stood there.]
How's 'bout we just take that cocky smile off yer lips?
[Hol could easily keep firing bullets... it's not like he was limited in the number of shots. ... Unless he became distracted. At least Nusakan was aware Emperor was out in the open. Though how well was the man at dodging bullets?]
[That depended. Was he trying? Was the gun pointed directly at his face? It didn't matter much; he'd been shot with worse things, after all.
What Hol might want to worry about was the fact that Nusakan was both quick and light-footed - in a blink or two, he would be in the taller man's personal space (and any shots placed within that movement wouldn't be dodged, each ripping through flesh that would immediately begin mending again), sharp-tipped, slender fingers catching Hol by the jaw. They weren't pressing hard enough to pierce the skin, though it wasn't a large leap to guess they could.]
I simply find you... terribly interesting. I've actually never threatened your life directly, and yet you would rather shoot at me, even though you know it won't kill me. [His head tilted a little, glasses glinting briefly before those red eyes settled on Hol's own.] Beyond that... it is a terribly interesting weapon. I wouldn't mind learning how it works, in fact.
[A laugh rumbles faintly in his chest, and his fingers grip a little harder,
( ... )
[Hol froze in place, almost as if he hated human contact. Eyes narrowed, and while any injuries Nusakan did take were simply healed in a matter of moments... he refused to back down. He even tried to move his head out of the man's grip, until he was forced to look directly into the other's eyes.
[That smug look never left his face, though now the grin was more unhinged, fangs glinting in the light. Hol could shoot him a hundred times, and it still wouldn't disappear for good.]
So, then... what is your story? Do you pretend to be the tragic hero.. [A pause, and he released Hol's chin, waving his hand] or perhaps the all-but-useless villain? Have you deemed me a threat, or are you simply impulsive, and mad that I've so much as suggested you're weak?
[Oh, there was no doubt that his words were specifically chosen to frustrate Hol one way or another.] Really, if it weren't for that cowardice, I might have had a job for you, once I had my clinic running again.
[Clearly, Hol took offense to being called as such. He knew his Stand was weak without another to back it up... but he refused to believe he was as well.]
My ... story isn't yer business. I ain't no hero, and I ain't no villain...! ...
[He remained where he stood, glaring at the other... trying to think what sort of job the other could have for him. It's not as if Nusakan could pay him much.]
You project it. There's an air of [A pause, as though he were trying to find a suitable word.] worthlessness, as though you have no belief in yourself. [Flashing his glasses again, he waved a hand almost dismissively.] That belief projects itself and affects your actions - you refuse to be close to people, for example. It makes you anxious.
You can't step up and be a hero or a villain, and so you cower in their shadows, forever a lackey to whoever you think can help you most, I figure. [He held up a finger, though, as if to stop the other from protesting.] But, that does make you quite an asset for whoever can buy your work... if they're not afraid of you skittering off to save your own life, which is - by all means - a perfectly normal and acceptable response to human endangerment.
[He could have found something, assuming he could get Hol to stand up straight and actually be menacing... or, of course, there was always the occasion when he needed an ally or two for one reason or another
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[Hol listened carefully to what was being said to him, and wanted to interject. Yet a raised finger hushed him, almost as if it were a command he was used to. His frame shook, not with fear, but rather anger. Anger that Nusakan was reading him like an open book. In a calm and collected manner, and so matter-of-factly.
His shoulders seemed to slump, and he took a step back to place some space between the two of them.]
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So... ya got me.
[His body language seemed to resemble that of a whipped dog, who knew it had displeased its master.]
I guess I had no real reason to go out 'nd shoot ya. ... 'nd I ain't got no way of showin' ya how The Emperor works.
[A laugh, both amused and unsurprised, left his lips.]
Well, you don't live for a millennium or two and not learn to read people. [His lips quirked into a wider grin, then.] You were responding to fear and accusations. If you hadn't shot, the first time, you wouldn't have actually been worth my time.
As for The Emperor... well, I'm certain there's a way. I recall, briefly - that is, before my body realized it wasn't able to fix my heart - that someone else had an... invisible ally, as it were, and my blood did make it visible for a time.
[And by "for a time", he meant "until his body completely shut down", of course.]
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Of course, Hol can also recall how well shooting him worked the last time he did it.]
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No one important was paying attention. Hol turned away from Nusakan and fired. He then glanced over to the other and focused his attention to the fellow's knee. After all... Emperor travelled the path of Hol's line of sight.]
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Granted, an injury to his knee would be about as useful in stopping him than the injury to his shoulder.. but Hol didn't know that. And Nusakan, for his part, noted the sudden focus on said knee... and proceeded to cross his legs, resituating his hands across them and staring from over the top of his glasses, a wide grin across his lips.]
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Really. You would think I did more than utter words, the way you've gotten so... offended.
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[Hol could easily keep firing bullets... it's not like he was limited in the number of shots. ... Unless he became distracted. At least Nusakan was aware Emperor was out in the open. Though how well was the man at dodging bullets?]
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What Hol might want to worry about was the fact that Nusakan was both quick and light-footed - in a blink or two, he would be in the taller man's personal space (and any shots placed within that movement wouldn't be dodged, each ripping through flesh that would immediately begin mending again), sharp-tipped, slender fingers catching Hol by the jaw. They weren't pressing hard enough to pierce the skin, though it wasn't a large leap to guess they could.]
I simply find you... terribly interesting. I've actually never threatened your life directly, and yet you would rather shoot at me, even though you know it won't kill me. [His head tilted a little, glasses glinting briefly before those red eyes settled on Hol's own.] Beyond that... it is a terribly interesting weapon. I wouldn't mind learning how it works, in fact.
[A laugh rumbles faintly in his chest, and his fingers grip a little harder, ( ... )
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He blinked at that last statement.]
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So, then... what is your story? Do you pretend to be the tragic hero.. [A pause, and he released Hol's chin, waving his hand] or perhaps the all-but-useless villain? Have you deemed me a threat, or are you simply impulsive, and mad that I've so much as suggested you're weak?
[Oh, there was no doubt that his words were specifically chosen to frustrate Hol one way or another.] Really, if it weren't for that cowardice, I might have had a job for you, once I had my clinic running again.
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[Clearly, Hol took offense to being called as such. He knew his Stand was weak without another to back it up... but he refused to believe he was as well.]
My ... story isn't yer business. I ain't no hero, and I ain't no villain...! ...
[He remained where he stood, glaring at the other... trying to think what sort of job the other could have for him. It's not as if Nusakan could pay him much.]
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You project it. There's an air of [A pause, as though he were trying to find a suitable word.] worthlessness, as though you have no belief in yourself. [Flashing his glasses again, he waved a hand almost dismissively.] That belief projects itself and affects your actions - you refuse to be close to people, for example. It makes you anxious.
You can't step up and be a hero or a villain, and so you cower in their shadows, forever a lackey to whoever you think can help you most, I figure. [He held up a finger, though, as if to stop the other from protesting.] But, that does make you quite an asset for whoever can buy your work... if they're not afraid of you skittering off to save your own life, which is - by all means - a perfectly normal and acceptable response to human endangerment.
[He could have found something, assuming he could get Hol to stand up straight and actually be menacing... or, of course, there was always the occasion when he needed an ally or two for one reason or another ( ... )
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His shoulders seemed to slump, and he took a step back to place some space between the two of them.]
...
So... ya got me.
[His body language seemed to resemble that of a whipped dog, who knew it had displeased its master.]
I guess I had no real reason to go out 'nd shoot ya. ... 'nd I ain't got no way of showin' ya how The Emperor works.
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Well, you don't live for a millennium or two and not learn to read people. [His lips quirked into a wider grin, then.] You were responding to fear and accusations. If you hadn't shot, the first time, you wouldn't have actually been worth my time.
As for The Emperor... well, I'm certain there's a way. I recall, briefly - that is, before my body realized it wasn't able to fix my heart - that someone else had an... invisible ally, as it were, and my blood did make it visible for a time.
[And by "for a time", he meant "until his body completely shut down", of course.]
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[Hol blinked at this.]
What d'ya mean? Who's this "someone else" yer talkin' about?
[Clearly he was interested in this statement.]
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Now, what was it he called him... Kakyoin's friend. Jotaro, I believe?
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