[ haughty is the nice way of saying that he sounds like a whole freaking bastard man. which he is. ]

Mascara -- ?

[ oh, this child is referring to his mesdemet; having not seen himself yet, he has no way of verifying his appearance and it is pleasing to note that the strange rebirth of his being hasn't divested him of all his divine beauty. it's important to look good, higher and more beautiful than any mortal being - such was the duty of the gods! all the same, it's nice to know it wasn't removed or smeared in any way. reapplying it would be a pain without a mirror, and who really knew when he'd be able to look upon himself once again. ]

How audacious of you to speak to me that way, [ he scowls, leveraging himself out of the shattered fold of his crystal. one leg slips free, the other snagged on the towers within his little prison. chrysalis. crystalis, whatever! come closer so he can beat you up, jotaro rex. ]

You're no adherent of mine, that you don't recognize me! Don't tell me you don't recognize a god [ demigod ] in your midst.