[ Polnareff stops shaking. Half of him, the half that hurts, stops thinking. Observes without the distraction of pain and fear. Almost impassively, so far as he can watch Jotaro struggle impassively. He couldn't observe this last time, not with his own recollection blocked by their hiding place and the stupid, desperate thoughts that come to you when you've lost more blood than most doctors would consider ideal.
Dio reaches for Jotaro's neck, already ripped open by thorns and fingers. It's hard to tell whether he means to break it or crush his windpipe or simply and artlessly rip his head from his body along the bloody, bruised seams he made earlier, not when he never makes it. In the silence of the frozen night, Dio's skull makes two satisfying cracking sounds, one on entry and one on exit, the second more wet than the first.
Time doesn't immediately restart. Kakyoin's broken body can't make the connection, couldn't even if he were standing and watching from his place outside Dio's realm. But the other him can. He observes, for all the use his observations are going to be. Time doesn't restart, and so Dio hasn't lost his ability to use his stand. One arm goes limp. He slowly topples to one side, sliding from Star's fingers - either he's lost his sense of balance of the leg on that same side has gone limp, too. Maybe both. He hits the ground and he's looking right through the broken windows of the destroyed car. Right at him and Polnareff, and his eyes don't change with recognition. Blinded - that one he knows from seeing what happens next. ]
Where-
[ His voice is desperate as time restarts. Rasping. Pained. the ingertips of his good arm scrabble against the asphalt as he tries to pull himself up. He feels at the empty air around him for Jotaro, then extends his tongue. Tastes the air. Begins to crawl.
It's horrifying to actually see. Before, he'd just known that Dio came crawling through the car toward Polnareff and him. He didn't realise that he was tasting the air, was flailing forward with his tongue flopping about. He catches his good hand on a peice of jagged metal on the ruined car. He slices off two fingers when he pulls it back and barely seems to notice. A limited sense of pain, then. He should be horrifying like this, all the pride stripped away to reveal something too pathetic to really even call a monster. He's just disgusting.
Blood. He's looking for blood, and Kakyoin and Jotaro both reek of the stuff, but Kakyoin's the one with a pool of it beneath him. It's not any kind of grand scheme. It's just an attempt to survive.
Polnareff stands, lifts him, moves away. Puts Chariot between both of them and the pathetic mess that is Dio now. He doesn't move closer. Just remains, half in the car and half out, tongue slapping at the pool of blood where the two of them had been, licking it up off the road. ]
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Dio reaches for Jotaro's neck, already ripped open by thorns and fingers. It's hard to tell whether he means to break it or crush his windpipe or simply and artlessly rip his head from his body along the bloody, bruised seams he made earlier, not when he never makes it. In the silence of the frozen night, Dio's skull makes two satisfying cracking sounds, one on entry and one on exit, the second more wet than the first.
Time doesn't immediately restart. Kakyoin's broken body can't make the connection, couldn't even if he were standing and watching from his place outside Dio's realm. But the other him can. He observes, for all the use his observations are going to be. Time doesn't restart, and so Dio hasn't lost his ability to use his stand. One arm goes limp. He slowly topples to one side, sliding from Star's fingers - either he's lost his sense of balance of the leg on that same side has gone limp, too. Maybe both. He hits the ground and he's looking right through the broken windows of the destroyed car. Right at him and Polnareff, and his eyes don't change with recognition. Blinded - that one he knows from seeing what happens next. ]
Where-
[ His voice is desperate as time restarts. Rasping. Pained. the ingertips of his good arm scrabble against the asphalt as he tries to pull himself up. He feels at the empty air around him for Jotaro, then extends his tongue. Tastes the air. Begins to crawl.
It's horrifying to actually see. Before, he'd just known that Dio came crawling through the car toward Polnareff and him. He didn't realise that he was tasting the air, was flailing forward with his tongue flopping about. He catches his good hand on a peice of jagged metal on the ruined car. He slices off two fingers when he pulls it back and barely seems to notice. A limited sense of pain, then. He should be horrifying like this, all the pride stripped away to reveal something too pathetic to really even call a monster. He's just disgusting.
Blood. He's looking for blood, and Kakyoin and Jotaro both reek of the stuff, but Kakyoin's the one with a pool of it beneath him. It's not any kind of grand scheme. It's just an attempt to survive.
Polnareff stands, lifts him, moves away. Puts Chariot between both of them and the pathetic mess that is Dio now. He doesn't move closer. Just remains, half in the car and half out, tongue slapping at the pool of blood where the two of them had been, licking it up off the road. ]