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BingellyFilia - Mahora Grounds
“Huh...what?”
Slowly, blearily, the schoolgirl began to sit up. Her head swam with the muddle of sleep and the remnants of crazy yet unidentifiable thoughts, as if she'd awakened from a the whirling depths of a bad dream. The world was not so kind as to come into focus immediately; her sight returned bit by bit. Her body was, after all, playing host to two consciousnesses, and just as Filia's lucidity returned, a voice projected from the back of her head, ”Whoa! Hell of a hangover! I must have drunk way too much.”
Filia rubbed her eyes with her fists before running her fingers through her thick, black hair, making sure it was all still there. The sensation of having a face on the back of her head, and one with a personality vastly divergent from her own at that, remained novel to her. Privacy, comfort, security—all went out the window when one had a constant companion literally attached to them. “Samson,” Filia moaned, “I hate it when you drink. It might taste good to you, but it gets me drunk too. Same goes for everything you eat. Whatever you snarf down I have to deal with.” She glanced at her sizable thighs. “I'm gonna get fat.”
Her hair began to move of its own accord, forming its nebulous lengths into a pair of muscular arms and shoulders, all in order to deliver a shrug. ”Whatever. I know how to handle a host. Jus' tryin' to see what you can take.” Burning yellow eyes, devoid of pupils and aglow with an inner rage, regarded the environment. ”Where are we, anyway? Just a moment ago we were in Little Innsmouth.”
Suddenly curious, and no less confused than her parasite, Filia climbed out of her crater. Barring the other smoking indentations littering the ground, this place appeared to be the grounds of an ordinary high school, though a few seconds' worth of glancing into the distance turned up several fundamental oddities that quickly dissolved any possible application of the word 'ordinary.' Filia glanced this way and that, trying to ascertain her location. “School? I...huh. I know that I used to go to school before the amnesia, but I actually haven't been to one since I met you. Kinda...weird.” She wandered around in a dreamlike fascination, peering into whatever craters she came across and more often than not being unable to fully comprehend their contents.
It was Samson that spotted another person nearby. After taking in the sight of a tomboy in military garb nonsensically speaking to her motorcycle, Samson opened wide his mouth and pulled out with a tentacle of hair a hat, which he then used to conceal himself. Now appearing to be no more than an ordinary sixteen-year-old, Filia cautiously approached Kino, one tentative step at a time. Odd...this stranger seemed, somehow, familiar. “Do...do I know you?”
DIO -The Hive
So absorbed was he in his reading of the book of mythologies that DIO at first failed to perceive that the world around him had altered, in fact ignoring it completely for the sake of focusing on the font of knowledge before him. Gradually, however, the vampire's senses, full of unfamiliar sounds and smells, tore his attention away from the tome and to his surroundings. An impassive look framed DIO's face as he surveyed his immediate vicinity: a crater of some sort, which he shared with other beings totally unknown to him. These men, women, and monsters were a unique bunch, but they inspired DIO little. His keen senses could feel the ever-so-subtle differences in the air and ground, along with the more temperate climate telling him that he no longer in Egypt.
How...irritating.
DIO rose to his feet, a severe from on his face. None of the others had yet made a move, but it mattered little what they did. It did not take his sharp intellect long to piece together that whatever had brought him here had deigned to transport this bizarre myriad of beings as well, and none of them emanated with the presence of a Joestar. What exactly had ferried the vampire to this remote location was, as of yet, unknown. “Kore ha tekisutando no sagyou wo suru hitsuyouga ari masu...” – this must be the work of an enemy Stand. But how? He'd played his cards so carefully, amassing and taking control of any Stand users he found. None, of course, were able to resist his charisma. And yet this unknown threat remained, a trick impossible for anything but a Stand. DIO's plan for dealing with the situation, at least, was simple: seek out whoever had brought him here, and force it to return him. Nothing else mattered.
Holding his hands by his sides, DIO serenely and stiffly made his way from the crater, and began to walk. He discovered before him a pitiful urban scrawl, fraught with darkness, rank with corruption, and fetid with evil. Before him lay a dingy bustle, a combination of criminality, cruelty, and chaos enough to deeply impact nearly any individual so foolish as to wade into the mire. Watching the odious buildings and disreputable citizens, however, DIO felt only disinterest and a slight revulsion. [color=yellow]”Kono DIO Obutsu no dore mowatashiwo kyoumi shimasu”[/color – none of this filth interests me, DIO. Still, the predecessor of pleasing results is intelligent action, and before such action could be taken the vampire needed to at least understand his situation. In his search for answers, however, he would be brooking no nonsense from anyone whatsoever. Around him scuttled the feeble and doomed members of a race of insects, and a superior being needed not trifle with insects.
As he strode forth toward a likely-looking building, he encountered some slight trouble with locomotion. This prompted from DIO a brief scowl and a muttered, ”Kono DIO karadani mada teikou suru watashi.” – this body still resists me. At a comfortable and unconcerned pace he approached the tavern, clothed in a vibrant yellow that the searing lamplights illuminated well. When the door loomed on his left, DIO did not deviate from his intended path, and instead continued forward. In order to learn all he could about this strange realm, he needed to scour the pathetic mind of a human or two, and such delicate work was best performed in the shadows.
