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Mm, I suppose that is true. But it's always a strange thing to be thanked for something I should be doing.

[Oh boy, he's being eyed up by this cat. And... okay, well, he didn't actually expect her to be won over by him so quickly. Huh, well, okay.]

I wouldn't have thought a demon suited you, either, if we're meaning the Biblical definition of one. [Excuse him a second, he's just going to casually scoop Queen up and set her gingerly on his lap before lightly scratching her behind the ears. It's fine, don't question it.] Though demon has many definitions outside of that as well.

[Only after the first few days, huh?] You never know when a situation may have changed, I can't fault her for attempting it a few times if it's not your normal state of being...

I imagine it helps that I'm quite a lot more....shadow-like? I would typically be much warmer after all.

It's difficult to say, if the definition can truly be called 'biblical'. Certainly in the context of where we are at this time after all, there can be no such thing, but the appearances associated draw quite similarly, just as the local 'Naphil' do with the idea of angels. Indeed, I expect that is why the names given were given in the first place.

[A chuckle however, as he returns to that first point.] Perhaps so, but then, one can consider it a token of indication toward a job well done as well- I cannot imagine many to be thankful for a poorly performed one after all!

I can certainly say that's an accurate description of what this feels like....

[His head, being honest, is pounding.]

We all failed to think of it in the end Richard; I rather expect that even despite our words now, we'll make much the same mistake in the future as well. As you say, we're unfortunately better at 'doing' aren't we?

[ The Ring-Spirit eyes Jonathan appraisingly, trying to guesstimate how bad his friend is or isn't feeling; Jonathan's not given to complaining, which makes judging harder. ...Maybe he's just feeling a little tired, maybe he's in actual pain, the Ring-Spirit honestly can't tell. He gives up trying to guess with a mild huff. ]

Mn... the real trick is figuring out a plan that won't just go wrong immediately. And that's a real hell of a trick...

Anyway, if you need it, feel free to stay until you're feeling steadier. It should take a few days at most. If you need to tell your wife where you are, you can use my laptop.

Well put, [he admits with some resignation, shaking his head.] I quite appreciate that, thank you Richard. I would typically say I ought be on my way, but I believe there is something to be said about that 'reviving illness'...

[And if Jonathan's admitting it, it MUST be bad.] I'll take that offer of the laptop though yes- it would do no well to leave her wondering.

[. . .]

[Ah, right, the Naphil. Something he had recoiled away from when he'd read the definition. It would make sense that if demons were a thing that they would be...]

And yet this place does not seem to have any shade of Christianity of any form that I can find, but those definitions of both beings are fairly exclusive to the writing and branches... [At least in those capacities and appearances, of course they existed in other cultures and religions. But as far as he's aware, this is pretty accurate.

But back to the point at hand, certainly.]

No one ever thanks a Man of God for doing their job, it's what we're meant to do and meant to live by! [Clearly he's not arguing with him given the amused tone behind his words.] Though what use is a Man of God in a place such as this that does not believe in the definition of that God? It's truly a mystery.

Indeed- I've heard theories at the Historic Society that they may have once been considered tributes to the Fog's siblings, 'Day' and 'Night', but it seems like a rather impressive stretch ultimately..! Particularly given that I have absolutely no troubles walking about beneath the sun, [he laughs warmly.]

Well! It should seem then that I've defied the typical, for I could not bear to leave such vital works without thanks. And while many of the populace have no such faith, at the very least I would think there more than just you and I. And, even still, there is great merit in the teachings there would be- to be good to one another, not for any greater reward but rather instead to simply perpetuate that kindness we know, is already a vital matter in a place such as this.

[ The Ring-Spirit simply gives a nod in confirmation, and gets up to go fetch his laptop from his bookbag.

He returns with it in a moment, setting it down on the kotatsu in front of Jonathan. ]

As we've established you can eat, I'll make some sandwiches - unless you'd still rather not? You sound like you could use something more than crackers though. I've also got milk and soda in the fridge, or could make tea...

Oh- a sandwich sounds marvelous actually, yes- it seems like it would be a rather smart decision coupled with the ill feelings too, I expect I should avoid anything particularly heavy...

[Which also means...hm.] Best go with milk I fear, though I might see about brewing us a tea to enjoy later if that's fine enough.

[A look at the kotatsu, as he says this.] I do so love these tables...

Milk, then.

[ He proceeds to bustle around the small kitchen area, gathering plates, cups, sandwich materials... he continues talking absently as he busies himself. ]

Mn, they're great, aren't they? Japanese - "kotatsu" they're called. There's a heater underneath it for when it gets cold... I'm glad the sanctuary came as a little apartment rather than anything more traditional. It's much more comfortable for actually living in.

I do wonder if it would be possible to procure one for myself...I'm certain Queenie would adore such a device! Though I do wonder how any fire hazards were avoided...

What would have been traditional, if I may?

Hm... getting a kotatsu, that's a good question. I don't know if they make them here. I don't think I've seen any... though I haven't been looking for them either. You might ask on the network if anyone here knows how to build one. I'm not really a craftsman myself... I know Mana could get you one for certain.

[ He pauses in his sandwich-making for a moment as he tries to think back to more clearly remember the answer to Jonathan's direct question. ]

Uh... it's been a while... buuut I think it was a mostly-empty room? Usually just a statue of the temple's main god, something for the priests to attend to... and given how much trouble I dealt with due to not having a form to inhabit - yeah I'm gonna guess there were no statues of me lying around.

[ He gestures a bit with a knife as he returns to his task. ]

Last sanctuary I had wasn't a traditional one either, but it was also mostly-empty... a central dais featuring the Millennium Tablet, and leading to the (closed, sealed shut) Door to the Afterworld. I wouldn't have minded getting that one back, I think I lived it in back during my mortal self's life - but this arrangement is just all-around better.

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Would she indeed? Despite it not being a device from this world nor my own? [He'll certainly have to ask, but it does seem nice at least...

For the time being though, he tries envisioning the rooms that Richard describes. An Egyptian temple, that certainly makes sense- but indeed, he can see how there would be an issue of form, least of all the form of one the Egyptians likely wanted to see nothing of. If he closes his eyes he thinks he can picture it, but...]

I think I quite agree- it's far more suited for living in, like this, and the chambers you describe were no doubt not intended for such things, even if that ended up the case. I'm quite glad you have this now- and certainly not merely because I've woken up here! [he adds with a laugh.]

[ The Ring-Spirit pauses in his preparations as Jonathan reminds him that they're not from the same place and time. ]

Oh that's right... they're common when and where I'm from, but you... hm. Hadn't thought of that.

[ He does a few quick mental calculations, then shrugs easily and returns to the sandwiches. ]

Well, it's worth asking if she can do it - and if she can't get one for you, I am sure she could get one for me-for-you, so let me know what she has to say.

[ And the sandwiches are now finished! Simple fare, mild in flavor to accommodate Jonathan's current condition. The Ring-Spirit sets them on the kotatsu, then fetches a glass of milk for Jonathan and a soda for himself... it's all very pleasantly domestic. ]

Oh-! I would be ever so grateful if it came to that, [he cheers, beaming. Sandwiches, drinks, it's all very nice.] Should that come to be the case, you must tell me if there's anything from my own era that has ever struck your fancy however- for a matter like this, it's only fair to make it a cultural trade of sorts I think!

I hope you won't find this an impertinent question, Mr. Joestar, but I must ask. Where does the blood you drink usually come from?

Impertinent?

No not at all- I can certainly list the hospitals I visit with, as it isn't any singular one. It's a rather careful balance after all, I certainly doubt it would operate especially well if more than a handful took advantage.

Do you have someone in need of the service? I should warn that it won't do a thing for one's hunting instinct, given the process involved.

Indeed. That "someone" is me. Mana has, once again, misconstrued an offhand comment, and for the rest of the month, I will be paying the price.

Ah!

That's certainly a bit of a problem yes.

I can gladly introduce you to some of the locations then, but if this is related to a temporary change in species, do be careful of whether or not an instinct for hunting is involved.

Yes, yes. I'm well aware that vampires are a troublesome sort, given to fits of bloodlust that are apparently beyond their control. [Better than most, maybe.] But I do not intend to stalk young girls or creep into gardens in the night before I have exhausted the other options.

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[Oh, he'd been trying not to say that aloud...oh well.]

Indeed. It would be rather unfitting a behavior to put it politely.

When shall you be free next? I can show you to the nearest hospital I've an agreement with, once we meet up.

[He got very tired of the polite pussyfooting. It began to feel like a veiled insult, like an insinuation against his character. He feels better with it out in the open.

He doesn't have to be warned against it.]

I can meet you as soon as the sun is down.

I'll see you at my apartment then- I expect that will be the easiest place to start from after all.

Until the!

[He'll not be waiting upstairs of course- the idea is that they'll be setting out after all. Though, he does have on him a thermos of warmed blood, just in case Sherlock is a bit peckish. May as well see how well the rehydrated stuff sits on the vampire.]

[A few minutes after sunset, a man who clearly is Sherlock Holmes's corpse makes his way to the apartment reeided in by Jonathan Joestar. He's got a high-collaree coat on against the chill, for all it does.]

Hello, Joestar.

[His fangs don't look that much different. Really, it's the pallor, and the absence of other feline features, that is where the difference lies. That, and -- he sniffs, once, more in surprise than anything. That's all it takes to confirm it.

The hunger it pulls from him isn't a human hunger, not the normal kind. Holmes isn't sure how he'd describe it. Something like thirst, and something like the painful sort of solitude.

His pupils are fully black.]

Sherlock, [he greets, and while it would be incorrect to call him tense, he does seem somewhat nervous- perhaps because he's taken in the appearance of the other already. It's impossible not to think of Dio when he sees a vampire as proper as this. A walking corpse, seemingly harmless until the worst-

It's too familiar, and he blinks his way through the thought.] I rehydrated some of my own supply just in case you need a kip up, [he offers, noticing the sniff.] Will you be alright for the time being?

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me lookin at some of the nonsense the victorians had like: hehe

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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, JOJO. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 336.66.256.63 * JOJO has joined 336.66.256.63 <JOJO...?>** Technically this message doesn't exist. Jonathan doesn't actually have a laptop. I just needed an Inbox.