07-18-2017, 10:18 PM
News reports were going wild. Prison breakouts all over Coruscant, surges of gang activity, and all sorts of controversy over events at Dante's Abyss. It was getting a bit much for the real Dante to stomach. The underbelly of Coruscant may be the right kind of breeding ground for trouble, but the only kind of trouble the devil hunter dealt with was the likes of Nebula. It wasn't like Dante was disconnected from reality, but for the most part he remained impartial to those sorts of conflict.
Plus, living in a crime-ridden, gang-controlled area was bad for business. Scaring away potential customers and all.
It was a tough decision to make, but in the end Dante felt certain that a change would be an improvement. The next question, however, demanded where Devil May Cry should ideally be set up. The place needed some requirements, when he thought about it: easy access for people, and no sort of unwelcoming presence.
That's about when the Son of Sparda, in his defeated spree of browsing the Dataverse, stumbled upon an advertisement for Costa del Sol. A lovely tropical island in direct access from the Gates, it offered popular luxuries such as picturesque beaches, exotic cuisine, wonderful hotels, and the best fun-in-the-sun entertainment the Omniverse had to offer.
Or, rather, the advertisement claimed it did.
Dante knew better, and yet, he humored the offer anyway. Surely, there was a red-light district or such that wouldn't mind a mercenary office nestled in among the alleys.
The devil hunter stood up, kicked away the chair, and rang up another taxi. Time to blow this joint.
Plus, living in a crime-ridden, gang-controlled area was bad for business. Scaring away potential customers and all.
It was a tough decision to make, but in the end Dante felt certain that a change would be an improvement. The next question, however, demanded where Devil May Cry should ideally be set up. The place needed some requirements, when he thought about it: easy access for people, and no sort of unwelcoming presence.
That's about when the Son of Sparda, in his defeated spree of browsing the Dataverse, stumbled upon an advertisement for Costa del Sol. A lovely tropical island in direct access from the Gates, it offered popular luxuries such as picturesque beaches, exotic cuisine, wonderful hotels, and the best fun-in-the-sun entertainment the Omniverse had to offer.
Or, rather, the advertisement claimed it did.
Dante knew better, and yet, he humored the offer anyway. Surely, there was a red-light district or such that wouldn't mind a mercenary office nestled in among the alleys.
The devil hunter stood up, kicked away the chair, and rang up another taxi. Time to blow this joint.
Quote:Leaving Coruscant and going to the Vasty Deeps. I will be taking my base with me, in a sense.