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Who: Solomon Goldsmith (![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sembant) & YOU.
What: Catch all for this month waddup 4/21.
When: Whenever honestly.
Where: Mostly Olympia. Olympia (if you're doing ur own thing here/unless discussed otherwise).
Warning(s): Gore(?) but nothing yet.
★ 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀𝑒𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓉
[Solomon's been cordially invited to a nerd's birthday party, which means he should show up prepared. Appreciative of the third-party summons and impersonal enough to indicate he won't be staying the entire duration of. He's already holding a sack of something questionable as he peruses various inebriants. One of the worst things about this planet thus far is that none of the beverages here make sense, and the after-effects can be unpredictable.
Unless you're an old sake-drinking guy.
Currently, he's bent forward, scrutinizing an iridescent bottle of Chermugeac Mousseux -- sounds douchey enough.]
★ 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝓀𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌
[For all of his distaste regarding Wyver -- the smell of it, the look of it, the questionable nature of it in its entirety, Solomon spends a surprising amount of time in Murkwell Hollow. Close associates, re: Diva may be the only person on the gosh dang planet who'd know, or at least have a hunch as to why. Currently, and with purpose, he's kicking rocks (not literally) around the marsh. Same old shtick. Solomon bums around the marsh like a mallrat, irritates the local fake centipede monster(s) and gets his rocks off for the night. Feel free to have him infringe on a mission your character may be on, or catch Solomon in the midst of a heated battle with messed up appendages.
OTA fuck me up.]
sembant) & YOU. What: Catch all for this month waddup 4/21.
When: Whenever honestly.
Where: Mostly Olympia. Olympia (if you're doing ur own thing here/unless discussed otherwise).
Warning(s): Gore(?) but nothing yet.
★ 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀𝑒𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓉
[Solomon's been cordially invited to a nerd's birthday party, which means he should show up prepared. Appreciative of the third-party summons and impersonal enough to indicate he won't be staying the entire duration of. He's already holding a sack of something questionable as he peruses various inebriants. One of the worst things about this planet thus far is that none of the beverages here make sense, and the after-effects can be unpredictable.
Unless you're an old sake-drinking guy.
Currently, he's bent forward, scrutinizing an iridescent bottle of Chermugeac Mousseux -- sounds douchey enough.]
★ 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝓀𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌
[For all of his distaste regarding Wyver -- the smell of it, the look of it, the questionable nature of it in its entirety, Solomon spends a surprising amount of time in Murkwell Hollow. Close associates, re: Diva may be the only person on the gosh dang planet who'd know, or at least have a hunch as to why. Currently, and with purpose, he's kicking rocks (not literally) around the marsh. Same old shtick. Solomon bums around the marsh like a mallrat, irritates the local fake centipede monster(s) and gets his rocks off for the night. Feel free to have him infringe on a mission your character may be on, or catch Solomon in the midst of a heated battle with messed up appendages.
OTA fuck me up.]
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We haven't, but I've heard about you from that master of yours. [ That master he doesn't know the name of, because he didn't ask. Rohan never asks people for their names, apparently. ] It's a long story and I hate wasting time, so I'll cut to the chase.
[ Since he was invited here, he's going to plop his butt down onto the chair in a fairly dramatic way and cross one leg over the other, pointing directly at Solomon. There's a definite flair to his actions; typical of jojos... ]
I was hoping to see it! That other form of yours ...
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sketchy tho lol get it...]
Master?
[Of course, Diva comes to mind immediately, but that's hardly an appropriate word for their relationship. His chin lifts from his hand as he's indicated toward -- it's much more sinister of an act in his brain versus reality.
Must be a Jojo thing.]
Other form...someone's been filling your head with nonsense.
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also hate that 'sketchy' isnt my username ]
I was told you're able to turn into a bat-like beast. As a manga artist who writes horror, I can't let this knowledge pass me by without seeing it once for myself.
[ He clutches onto that large sketchbook of his, indicative that he also wants to draw him. ]
Of course, if that girl was only leading me on, that's -- Hmph. A disappointing pity. [ And he'll vaguely apologise for stalking Solomon, maybe. ]
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It's forced, fake.]
Oh? And my master informed you of such? I haven't a master, you know.
[MYTH, BUSTED. That sketchbook of his is getting a fierce stinkeye btw.]
I apologize for the disappointment.
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[ He isn't interested in sticking around for smalltalk, so Rohan gives a nod, tucking his sketchbook under his arm and getting up. As he turns to take his leave, though, he can't help but shake the feeling that he's still curious; that he might be losing an opportunity if he doesn't investigate thoroughly. That girl sure didn't sound like she was lying. He's fairly good at telling when people are, being someone who lies about a lot of things. ] Hmm ...
[ This is mean of him, but it isn't like he has anything malicious planned. It should be fine, right? If Solomon is just a regular person after all, he'll write 'Forget about all of this' and they can go on pretending this never happened. If Solomon is lying after all, well ... He might get to learn something interesting today. ]
I'm sorry about this as well. [ As he walks past Solomon, Rohan rests his hand on the man's shoulder, activating his Stand. ]
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You needn't apologize.
[Solomon's curious of what information this man may have on him -- whatever ELSE he'd been told, the means of which...details and such, intriguing as they are bothersome. He won't keep him, though. That'd seem desperate, fishy. A nod follows that feigned departure, but there's a sudden weight on his shoulder. I forget how his stand works exactly and these YT videos are scaring me but I'm pretty sure it's at this exact moment that his shoulder's going to pop out into a book of sorts, starting from when he'd been in the military and turned towards becoming a monster as a means of evading the cruelty of humankind. He'd only joined the army as a medic -- in an attempt to counter the causalities from the first world war. Diva's mentioned as the progenitor of such a taboo fate, immortality combined with a taste for blood and a hulking, seemingly skeletal form to go along with it. That's only the beginning.
Solomon's gonna need a second to realize something is Wrong.]
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... Doesn't stop him from drawing a bit of attention anyway, with his own excitement. ] So you were lying. As I thought -- my hunches tend to be correct.
[ Give him this one second to pat himself on the back. Now, he's going to dive right into this wealth of information. ] What an interesting life you've led, truly marvelous -- You were a doctor? Oh, but you became disillusioned with humanity ...
[ There's so much information here eve Rohan knows he probably doesn't want shared, and he does feel a little bad for prying into the other man's life, but he's so fascinated he really can't stop. It's fine, right? It's not like he's actually hurting Solomon in anyway, or plans to use the information against him. He just wants to know! ]
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Solomon isn't able to parse the situation to its fullest extent. All he knows is that this dickmunch is a persistent son of a bitch that can either mindread or do something equally as bothersome. By chance, his gaze whips over the shoulder that hasn't morphed into an open-book state, a fang bares itself in the process.]
Aren't you arrogant.
[Diva chooses only the best people to hang with. He's rising to his feet now, dinner be damned, and in the same motion, making a grab for the collar of Rohan's shirt.
If he can fuckin move right now even I forget.]