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Zone B -- Forest - Karl Jak - 06-14-2017
Overview of Region - This area is a tropical rain forest. You’ll find all walks of life that you’d normally find in a rain forest, and the area experiences rain for 18 hours every day. The Safe House is at the center of a logging camp, so Subzones B12 through B15 underwent logging at some point in the recent past. It appears that the people there left most of their things behind.
Currently it is... Very warm. Very humid. Slightly overcast.
Note: This OP may be updated periodically with extra information or to reflect changes in the Subzone. I will make notifications when this happens.
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Note: -- Everyone must roleplay returning to the Safe House at least once in a 24 IC time span (once every 4 OOC days).. The first timer starts to tick at 4:30 PM CDT on 6-14 and will expire at the end of the IC day (4:30 PM CDT on 6-18). Regardless of whether you visit the safehouse early or late, everyone's timer starts at the same time (if that doesn't make sense -- ask me)
RE: Zone B -- Forest - Enel - 06-14-2017
After some grand announcements and music, someone finally calls to tell me the game is starting.
About fucking time.
They fit me with a collar – which I’m still not happy about. I mean, it’s bad enough that Omni restricts my power, now they’ve got to do it again? I suppose they have to give the weaklings some chance.
Then they send me, and the rest of these jokers, to metal pods. One moment I’m standing out in the cool air, surrounded by cheering crowds –
The next I’m in a god-damned rainforest!
The humidity hits me and I spark a little. “Kss …” I shake my hand free. That might be a problem. Good thing I waterproofed my Dataverse Device.
I check out my map. Looks like I’m right next to a pickup! Might as well get going, then!
Quote:Moving from B2 to B1
RE: Zone B -- Forest - Tearen Wover - 06-14-2017
The elder Prime blinked slowly as the radiation from the teleportation faded. His senses immediately told him he was in the midde of a suffocatingly damp rainforest, but other than that, he had little bearing on his situation. After noticing his supply bag and taking stock of his available faculties, he felt more comfortable. How courteous that they had been given a map with tracking systems; finding his position was then trivial.
Regardless of his current location, Tearen had one current goal; locate Malon as soon as possible. The ex-enigma closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as he expanded his mind outwards, searching for the unique mental patterns of the young Prime girl. The Shadow felt his way past the buzzing thoughts of dozens of other contestants before finding her screaming psychic signature. She was already panicking, and his fatherly instincts spurred his legs into a furious sprint before leaping into the air...
...and coming down a few yards later. Tearen had been in such a hurry that he had forgotten that certain powers such as his flight were going to be suppressed by the collar clamped around his neck. He felt the urge to tug at it resentfully, but let out a curt sigh. No. There was no reason to be resentful of the device. This was what he had signed up for. This was what he wanted. Steeling himself, the elder Prime broke into a more reserved jog, trying to sight the most efficient path to Malon as possible. He would have to be wary, for a hundred reasons, but with power comes confidence, and he had power in spades.
It occurred to him that his brain still had a Dataverse connection, so as he dashed past rain-blackened trees and tangling ferns, he dialed up Malon's communicator. There was no need to speak aloud; his mind could transmit his words directly to her receiver.
Malon, I think I have a fix on your location, but can you describe where you are?
It took a few worrying moments, but Malon's voice came back to him a moment later.
"Um. Yeah. There are buildings. Really huge buildings, I can't even see the horizon or anything!"
The elder Prime glanced down at the map for a moment as it floated alongside him.
Alright, can you find your way due North? I should be able to meet you half way.
"I can try, I...I can't really see the sun, and the buildings..."
Did you figure out how to use the tablet?
"The what?"
Tearen puffed slightly as he hurdled over a fallen log, splashing into a thick puddle of mud. His suit was already sweaty and ruined, but he couldn't bother with such things right now, and he should have changed before the event started. With measured words, the ex-enigma tried to walk the medieval girl through using the high-tech interface. Eventually she got it to work
"Got it! Uhmm, C17, that's me sooo...okay! Okay I think I can start moving."
Atta girl. Stay in touch.
With this, Tearen severed the connection and allowed his mind to expand back into the muggy environment. The tree obfuscated almost all visuals; he would need to keep his other senses on a hair trigger.
Quote:Entering B11
RE: Zone B -- Forest - Enel - 06-14-2017
I hop through the undergrowth. My pants are already soaked, and my staff keeps slipping out of my grip. According to the tablet they supplied me with, I’m getting close. It beeps repeatedly.
Quote:Heading from B1 to B8
RE: Zone B -- Forest - Simon - 06-14-2017
A glower of light shimmered in the moist environment, and quickly materialized into Tony Redgrave, devil hunter of the Abyss. Moss and muddied earth squished around his boots as he touched down, and a noise of disgust left his lips. Of all the places to to start, it had to be the hot and humid one. The persistent rain did little to stifle the heat, however refreshing the shower of water may have been.
Marching over to a gnarled log, the red-coat contestant set down the small backpack and popped it open. Packaged foodstuffs, basic camping gear, some sort of... extendable holder? Oh, and a digital device about the size of a hardcover book. The smarmy sticky-note provided no clues to its function, so Tony crumpled up the piece of paper and booted the tablet up himself.
The machine immediately greeted its new owner with an animated image of the Syntech logo, quickly transitioning to a screen with multiple options. A clock, a built-in map, and a notification tool all stood out against several different social media applications. The notifier buzzed as Tony prepared his next move, revealing several preliminary care-packages that were dropped on the island along with the participants. According to the map, however, the closest item drop to the son of Sparda was still nowhere close.
Not worth it.
Tony Redgrave packed up his sack, and fished out his Communcator. Time to see if it worked.
Quote:Moving to B13
RE: Zone B -- Forest - Enel - 06-14-2017
After a good while of running and hopping, the beeps take on a louder note. I’m close.
I reach out with my Haki. All those meditation sessions were worth it; I can feel something out of place against the natural foliage. A square. I close in quickly.
A brown square, sealed tight against the moisture of the air.
Score.
Quote:Grabbing B8’s item.
RE: Zone B -- Forest - Simon - 06-14-2017
Fiddling with the Dataverse Device synced to the Communicator, Tony attempted to contact both Jak and Graowr- simultaneously, by accident. As the red-coat was walking and trying to figure this out, he breached a line in the forest and entered a large, artificial clearing. From the sight of the piles of dust, stripped trunks, and abandoned equipment, it had to be a logging camp. The rain was much more profound due a lack of a canopy. In the distance was a large building, more recent than the weathers structures around it.
Time to get out of the rain.
"C'mon, you two, pick up..."
Quote:Moving to Safehouse B
RE: Zone B -- Forest - Simon - 06-14-2017
"I just came out of the forest, into some kinda sawmill," Tony explained, shivering slightly from being soaked. The comforting atmosphere of the safehouse was perfectly conditioned, and eliminated any background noise from the hunter's side. "The map says I'm in Zone B. Looks like everyone's making a beeline for those items. What about yourself?"
RE: Zone B -- Forest - Simon - 06-14-2017
"Welcome to the party, Jak. It's already gotten started."
This was seriously hectic. If the objective was to grab all the items, then it would be a mad dash across the island. Tony thought of trying to gather his ragtag group for a moment, but considered the idea that they might need to remain separate in order to look out for any drops.
"Looks like those first items are already close to accounted for. We need to make a plan, maybe get together and shake down some of the others. Graowr, Jak, what do you two think?"
RE: Zone B -- Forest - Enel - 06-14-2017
I immediately get out my Dataverse device and update the world on my progress. I just made the account but I’ve already got fifty followers and counting.
Followers. Just the word sends a shiver up my spine. It feels good to have people hang on to your every word.
But I can’t let myself get too distracted. I’ve already let my guard down too many times in this Omniverse. No, it’s time to get serious.
My mantra pulses. Nobody within fifty metres. At least, if they are, they’re hiding themselves well. It’s not impossible, especially given that I’ve only just regained that ability.
A sudden, sharp pain pierces my skull and I immediately release the haki. “Damn ….” I curse. I overdid it. Trying to stretch myself too far too fast. This is a marathon, not a sprint.
Placing the item from the box inside my rucksack, I begin to head south, more carefully this time. Periodically I reach out with my haki, stopping to wait and listen. Nothing.
Quote:Moving from B8 to B9.
RE: Zone B -- Forest - Enel - 06-14-2017
I haven’t been this wet since my last night at Ganon’s Castle. My pants are fucking ruined already. But I’m not going to take them off, or rip them into shorts. A God does not lose face in front of his two hundred-plus followers.
I’m tired, so I stop to rest for a minute on a log, having confirmed that nobody’s around.
Nobody except this flying mechanical bug. It’s got a piece of glass in the front, much like all the screens and monitors. Another tiny portal to the Dataverse?
I coil up electricity my body, trying to look nonchalant. Then I spark towards it, hand outstretched.
The damn thing slips between my fingers and flies off.
I snarl and slide out my Dataverse device. It’s way too slippery to type, so I speak to it:
“What the hell is this thing?” I ask on Twitter.
Quote:Moving from B9 to B10.
RE: Zone B -- Forest - Simon - 06-14-2017
"Wha- Graowr, wait-"
But the connection had already dropped. Tony sighed, double-checking his device; his connection with Jak remained open still, thankfully. Wiping the grimy boots off on a mat and stepping over to a basic seat, the sopping red-coat plopped down in the chair and reaffirmed with his fellow competitor. That blue alien going off and doing her own thing could be dangerous- if she had already found one of those items, chanced are someone would be willing to take it from her violently.
"Jak."
"I hear ya, Tony," The Dynamite Kid answered. The devil hunter thought he heard a slight pause, as if Mar were still refraining from using his ally's true name. He shrugged it off.
"Listen- Graowr's already found an item, and may have just found some others who have one," Redgrave explained, catching Jak up on the rapid-fire events that had transpired. "If a fight breaks out, she might be a big target."
A shuffling of background noise came, and then the teammate responded, "I understand. So we should group up?"
Tony considered it again. If collecting items was an objective, it should be imperative that they stick together in a team so that they don't lose them. All things considered, sticking together as a team would likely be for the better, even if it slowed them down a bit. "I think so. Go check on Graowr- She mentioned being in Zone D, the flooded area. I'll see if I can't catch up eventually."
With that, Redgrave set about preparing himself proper. With a few moments of concentration, blood-silver swirls of energy coalesced around his limbs, materializing into his hand-to-hand Devil Arm Gilgamesh. A few more brief moments confirmed his link to both Kalina Ann and Nevan, his two wild cards in this competition. Testing his gauntlets and patting down his current two firearms, the son of Sparda confirmed everything he needed for the moment.
The collar remained snug around his neck. It had released a positive blip of confirmation when Tony entered the safehouse- if he were recalling the rules correctly, it meant he would be safe from exploding this day.
Now, what to do next...
RE: Zone B -- Forest - Enel - 06-14-2017
I have to figure out how to read the replies. After some fiddling, I finally figure out that I’ve been getting dozens of messages. Apparently, this thing is called a camera, and it’s like a Picture Dial. It broadcasts what’s going on in real time across the spider web, so other people can watch on their Picture Dials and Dataverse computers at home.
“Ohh …”
I look at the camera and grin broadly, standing up to my full height. The camera follows, seeming to realise what it’s doing. “Why hello, viewers. It’s me, the one and only God, Enel. I’d like to introduce myself formally.
“It’s come to my attention that many of you don’t know who I am. Make no mistake: I am not a pretender God like that ‘Nealapph’ or ‘Omni’. While they may wield illusions and tricks with some skill, I and I alone determine the fate of the universe. And yes, I suppose, that includes this ‘Omniverse’.
“I intend to kill this Omni. And when I do, I will add these lands to my own. Join me now, recognise me as the One True God, and you will be one of the first, the chosen, in my Perfect World.
“Oppose me in any form and you will die screaming.
“I am a fair God.
“But I do not take mercy upon heretics.”
I demonstrate, spinning the staff before me. Sparks dance across my body, towards the center of the circle formed by my staff. I violently drum one of my back-drums, barely breaking the spin. One, then the other.
Then, as the electricity surges across my body in great crackling lines, I suddenly stop, staring straight ahead at the camera. And my lightning storm smashes through, destroying the little mechanical bug and crashing into the dense trees behind it.
I wipe the sweat from my brow. Perhaps a little ostentatious. Risky, even. But they need to know who their God is.
I step over the burning trees, towards the south of the island. Time to drop in on my fellow competitors.
Quote:Moving from B10 to B12
RE: Zone B -- Forest - Enel - 06-14-2017
I chuckle. Still nobody within range, but I bet a few of them got scared by that little show. Wondering if thunderstorms are coming. They are, and they shall be terrible.
The runners of this little competition, too, must be annoyed at having lost one of their little ‘cameras’. They must be put in their place. By the end of this, the tables will be turned and I will be the one running the show.
In the distance, I can make out a hut, raised up on wooden stilts in the middle of a clearing. I can’t wait to see what I’m up against.
Quote:Moving from B12 to SHB.
RE: Zone B -- Forest - Tearen Wover - 06-14-2017
Tearen slowed his pace after about half an hour, growing more comfortable with the fact that this Syntech event seemed to be sticking true to its word that it would be less violent. If that was the case, pursuing the hallowed items was of even more paramount importance. No Syntech camera was going to follow his progress if there was not a spectacle. Again, though, meeting up with Malon would set the foundation for more bold action in the days to come. The ex-enigma hoped they could make another ally of someone by the end of the day.
Token mental banter aside, it appeared as though several Primes were converging on the safehouse in Zone B, a fact which made the hair on his neck prickle. It felt somewhat schizophrenic, knowing he had the power to tackle any challenge in the Omniverse, yet still being subject to the cloying physical signs of fear. This sensation of looming dread was alleviated somewhat when the elder Prime emerged from the tree line into a vast swath of cleared rainforest. The ground was pink and brown, covered with filthy hardwood splinters, and ragged stumps stretched into the visible distance. Seeing someone coming would be much easier in this deforested subzone, but that didn't guarantee his safety.
What it did guarantee, however, was slow progress. Picking his way across fallen trees and tangles of emaciated canopy foliage somehow took longer than navigating the living brush. It did give Tearen time to gather more details from his surroundings, a pursuit which revealed a surfeit of freshly abandoned logging equipment. The elder Prime paused to heft a discarded chainsaw; there was still fuel inside. Assorted forestry vehicles dotted the ravaged landscape as well. If nothing else, it was a haunting aesthetic choice on Karl's part, but the ex-enigma couldn't help but wonder if there was something more to the ghostly dereliction...
Quote:Moving from B13 to B15
RE: Zone B -- Forest - Simon - 06-14-2017
A thunder god, barging boisterously into the safe house as if it truly belonged to him? The devil hunter hardly spared more than a glance, making a pointed effort to ignore the self-proclaimed deity. Dante knew these kinds of people from experience, and they didn't tend to last longer than one or two battles with the half-devil personally.
Of course, the rules were different here, in the Omniverse, within the Syntech event. Even so, Tony Redgrave had no intent of letting such facts hold him back. He presumed this "god" thought much the same way.
So the only two Primes within the non-aggression area mulled over their own work, and only occasionally each other. Enel made his displeasure over a lack of awe and worship quite apparent, but did not hold it against the red-coat for long. His newfound fascination for the marvels of modern technology and social media seemed to fill his ego comfortably. That was fine with Tony- he didn't need to picking fights here and now, not just yet.
The son of Sparda instead took the presented opportunity to refine his course of action. Looking over the map, he found a compromise between Zones B and D: Zone C, the Megacity. If his known allies met up at the Safehouse there, they could all share what they knew throughout the team and make their next move together. Better than traveling individually and risking being a sole target. Tony wasn't quite used to so frequently have to plan and form teams, but until the devil hunter could match the legendary power he bore before the Omniverse, such strategy would be necessary.
He sent a message to Graowr and Jak- a text over the Communicator, more discreet than speech. The last thing any of them needed was to reveal their destination to potential enemies. When finished, Tony pocketed his devices and stood up.
"God, man, animal- I don't particularly care who you are," the redcoat said, a shadow-laced tone lining his words. "I hope you don't plan on trying to get in my way. I'm sure you realize that even gods can die." With that threat placed well between the lightning fighter's elongated ears, Redgrave pushed open the door and walked into the pouring rain.
Someone was out here already. Navigating over uprooted stumps and misplaced foliage, the worn-looking figure spared little time and effort to keep moving. Steady progress should be smooth as a result, and moving too quick in one burst would just leave the body tired and vulnerable. His only pause came in the form of obtaining a piece of discarded work equipment- perhaps it would perform as well in mutilating flesh as it would timber.
He sensed a new presence, however, and turned to face it, new bounty in hand. The silver-haired perpetrator quickly leveled his twin pistols, exhibiting caution. After a bated moment, however, the newcomer dispelled his strike of fear, lowering his weapons.
"Oh, jeez, you're not gonna use that on me, are you?" Dante asked, and felt a bit ridiculous for doing so. Of course the man would, if the situation came down to it. "I'm so sorry, it's just- the last guy I saw with robes and a chainsaw was terribly eager to cut me down." Profound memories of the devil hunter's life being viciously torn away in the Graveyard bubbled to the surface- he wasn't looking forward to having to relive that so soon.
Quote:Moving from Safehouse B to B15. No intent to challenge Tearen.
RE: Zone B -- Forest - The Humble Sage - 06-14-2017
The Sage stepped through the portal, to a scene that felt… wrong. Off in the far distance he could see the tree line of a healthy forest, but his surroundings were barren and torn, stumps stretched out across the horizon, as patches of new growth attempted unsuccessfully to reclaim the precious sunlight. The Sage dashed into the cover of a bramble, and surveyed his surroundings. The air was still around him, like the entire island was waiting for the conflict that was about to erupt. He thought he could see a figure, stalking through the dead forest at a determined pace. They were a good distance away with a large gun slung over one shoulder. Scanning the horizon, he spotted the collection of buildings that the datapad had labelled “Safehouse B” It was as good a place to get his bearings properly as any, he supposed. He glanced about from his thicket, trying to mentally plot the path that would take him to safety.
It was too open. He didn’t like how little cover the area afforded him. If any of the patches he could see littering the arboreal massacre contained a waiting ambush he would be caught out in the open. There have not yet been sounds of a conflict. Any fight that would be starting here would be sure to quickly draw others. He thought, as he weighed his options. Or cause them to head a different direction…
The Lumber camp was a safehouse, he decided. If he was caught in the act, he needed only to survive long enough to reach it. There would be little to be gained from simply waiting in this scrubbrush until everyone else killed each other, now would there. He chuckled to himself, it almost seemed the better option, but doubtless Karl Jak would not appreciate a contestant without any daring. The Sage rose into a sort of standing crouch, and ran towards the lumbercamp, attempting to keep his head down. He stopped once in a well-sheltered ditch, he hadn’t even spotted the thing from his vantage point earlier, but otherwise, the Sage kept to his course with the utmost speed.
Reaching the Lumbercamp, he ducked into one of the buildings, and allowed himself an internal sigh of relief, he heard the collar around his neck make a reassuring beep as it detected his arrival at the Safehouse. He couldn’t afford to delay for too long, the others would be arriving here no doubt soon. Now he would need to decide just where to go from here.
Quote:Ignoring Dawn, heading from B14 to Safehouse B
RE: Zone B -- Forest - Tearen Wover - 06-14-2017
Tearen watched closely as the Prime known as Tony Redgrave approached him, guns drawn and raised. He was a tad taken aback that he should might have provoked such a spontaneous fight, but when the red-coated human stopped aiming, things began to click. In kind, Tearen tossed the chainsaw over his shoulder, sending it hurtling off over a low hill with a stern telekinetic push.
"Terribly sorry, it was more of a curiosity than anything." the elder Prime said in a humble tone. He briefly removed his foggy glasses and mopped his dark brow with the handkerchief that had been in his suit's breast pocket. Never in the Omniverse had he imagined he would use the cloth for such a vulgar purpose, but life had proven...whimsical, as of late. Tearen did, of course, already know Redgrave's name, but in a quasi-diplomatic setting such as this it would have been rude to simply state it.
"My name is Tearen Wover, doomsayer and erstwhile gladiator. And you must be...?" the Shadow said, trailing off. Dante hopped down from the saw rig he had been perched on and sauntered over to the legendary Prime.
"Tony is fine." the other Prime stated, keeping his weapons drawn. This didn't especially bother Tearen; his whole body could be used to kill, so the fact that someone had their hands on their gun was hardly upsetting.
"Tony then. I'm headed south to rendevouz with an acquaintance." Tearen said, pointing a finger at the barely-visible skyline. Ghostly silhouettes that only hinted at human artifice lingered above the southern treeline, as if desperate to prove their superiority over their natural allegories. "Might you be headed that way as well?" the Shadow asked in a polite verse. Dante pegged this Tearen guy as being a little too foppis for his own good, but relented all the same.
"Uhyeah. Sure." Redgrave said, after consciously tracking the position of Jak and Graowr. Looks like the party started without him after all. Tearen nodded with a grin and resumed his march across the deforested field, with the Son of Sparda falling in shortly thereafter.
RE: Zone B -- Forest - Dawnika Snow - 06-14-2017
The assassin laid face first in the mud. She was more ill prepared for that teleportation than she had thought. The Syntech employees had given her a bag of items before dropping her into the fray, which she had not time to inspect. She stood slowly, dirtied from the mud she rested in and pulled the sack off her back. Opening the leather satchel she noticed some good things instantly. A tablet with a timeclock on it. She recalled they had to visit safehouse within a certain time or the anklet on her left leg would detonate and send her off the island. How that worked, she would never be able to explain. The tablet also came with a nice map of the island; how kind of her overlords to let her know where she is.
Other contents in the bag proved to be useless. A stick used to hold your phone and tablet to take pictures of yourself. Why would she need something like this? Seeing no use for this item, Dawn took it from her bag and threw it into the mud. Her boot smashed the thin piece of metal in half easily.
With the inspection of her supplies done, the vigilante replaced the bag on her back and looked down at her arm band that served as a Vita Compass. It was pretty simple, follow the area that was lit up in red and think about the person you want to track. Dust was the person she had in mind. If she was lucky, him and Takezo have already found each other. South was where she headed, through the logging camp and a bunch of trees. The brush was thick, proving ever so annoying to the raven haired mercenary. Soon, she had found the edge of the forest, where led to a giant city. Skyscrappers and all that. Felt more like home already, at least, home back on Earth.
Quote:Moving from D14 to C5
RE: Zone B -- Forest - Simon - 06-15-2017
The enigmatic man didn't exactly strike a wrong note for Tony Redgrave, but seemed suspiciously dangerous nonetheless. Of course, anyone that could toss away a chainsaw like a discarded stick warranted at least some amount of suspicion. Though the devil hunter no longer trained the dual handguns on the robed figure, he kept them drawn in the event that their newfound truce expired any time soon. Tearen seemed to find this acceptable, or perhaps non-concerning.
Tearen... had Dante heard that name before?
No. He hadn't heard of much, actually- the red-coat seemed slacking in his ability to keep up-to-date on current events. The ex-enigma had made himself known back on Station 17, however, with his terrifying announcement to the public regarding... something. Though Tony tried to brush it off, something within his gut suggested otherwise, as if the matter concerned the son of Sparda. He intended to trudge on and hope it simply wore off, like some false alarm.
It persisted, some sort of anxiety that clawed at the hunter's brain every passing moment he spent with the robed stranger. Dante had never intended to truly compare this person to the likes of Magus, for he immediately seemed much more welcoming than the dark sorcerer could ever prove.
You're afraid of him, aren't you? Afraid of how powerful he could be?
Tony Redgrave was left twitching slightly, teeth gritting and eyebrows curling angrily. He didn't want to admit it.
It could all be a facade. An illusion to lead you into a trap.
There was no way to prove that. Dante didn't intend on provoking the ex-enigma to find out.
Just get rid of him, now. He'll destroy you if you let him live! You don't want to die again, do you?!
"Is something wrong?" Tearen asked suddenly, playing ever the fool. If the former God-Mind bore any awareness of the malicious spirit ingrained and sealed in Dante's psyche, he did not make it apparent.
The son of Sparda dismissed the concern. "It's none of your business," he spoke, a bit more sternly than he had intended.
"Really? Nothing I should be concerned about?" Came the persistence of Tearen, as if trying to provoke a reaction. And it succeeded, Dante raising the black water-shined barrel of Ebony in alert.
"I don't trust you."
The psychic had to stop himself from laughing aloud. "Of course not. Why should one trust anyone, in a competition like this?" He motioned to the somber realm of the abandoned facilities before they were left behind entirely. Up ahead was a sight no more reassuring, a sea of skyscrapers long devoid of attention.
Dante offered no response. Though the implications were known, he did not seem particularly pleased with them. Still, Redgrave chose to believe he had picked his allies carefully.
"Tell me," Tearen piqued, "Would you trust me more if I shared something with you?"
The gut feeling returned, craving that piece of the puzzle the redcoat was missing. Dante's grip on his pistols steeled. The robed figure truly was a devious manipulator, weaving guilt and curiosity into the devil hunter. Yet, Dante still considered actually falling into this trap.
If he did, it could actually mean the different between life and death.
Quote:Moving from B15 to C6.