>>6108412>>6108758More than anything, DIO wears an expression of unquelled disappointment. Getting along with the Joestar family? He lived through it, for nine years that take up more of his memory than the subsequent century underwater. And what was there to show for it?
That's what you think he's thinking, at least. You're a book-reader among mind- and soul-readers, so you are limited to the power of educated guesses.
"Jean-Pierre Polnareff is in my employ already. I see no reason to send him after the Arrows' seller and alienate someone whose network, from rumors, may be of greater worth. The fortune-teller, Avdol. You said he resides in this very city."
"Yes, but he would've met Joseph by now, so he knows about you."
"Really? How flattering." DIO gets to his feet and contemplates the shut velvet curtains.
"Um...in the future, you would have tried to recruit him in his shop and he jumped out a window to run away from you..."
"Impressive in its own right, as he acted off the Joestar's account." He tugs one of the dusty curtains to the side, letting the moonlight strike him. "Of the would-be assassins, why not win him over first? Avdol is local to this area, and his 'Magician's Red' would be useful."
"And he knows the Joestars, so befrie...so allying with him would make it easier to get their trust, too." You bear the smile of a schemer, staring into the moonbeams--away from the inhuman killer of thousands--and slipping into the mindset of a fan crafting hypotheticals again.
"Yes," he adds dryly. Hearing that family name so often isn't doing wonders for his mood. Not that he's upset, or anything; how dare a simple name affect DIO's emotions? "Take the initiative to meet Avdol, then. You have all you need to negotiate with him. Given my presence causes such fear in him, it's better you liaison."
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