03-03-2016, 05:31 PM
The oddly familiar voice hailed Dante, and he looked aside with a hint of puzzlement that quickly faded. That same challenger from the Colosseum, the fellow challenger hailed for Teucer's sake- he appeared here, too. "Jak," the hunter spoke back simply, looking on with a neutral face an a furrowed brow.
Could the eco warrior really provide a trustworthy ally? Perhaps. Following their duel, Jak seemed to acquire a certain fondness or respect for Dante, the exact nature of it being difficult to glean from their fleeting moments of interaction beyond combat. Perhaps not, however. Was Dante merely recognized as an able fighter capable of defeating the Dynamite Kid, or might there be some other element that proved noteworthy?
No, it could not have been as simple as that. The former competitor recalled their fight, and how he so narrowly braved the assault of a Jak charged with that dark aura. Something feral, something uncontrollable, something... undesired. It didn't take a master detective to draw the parallels between the devil hunter and the eco warrior. Both held a great and dangerous power- and a dark side, a criminal soul ready to abuse it.
"What happened with you?" Jak inquired, rousing Dante once more from his thoughts. "...did you die, too?" There followed a moment of silence, and the green-haired mercenary wondered if he had asked the wrong question.
Dante merely nodded his head in response, after those seconds passed. "To the same one I lost to in the tournament."
"Oh." It was all Jak could manage to say, in that moment. He attempted to salvage it, "Sorry we couldn't get together. We should've gotten to fight as a team."
"It's not a problem."
Another bout of nothingness followed, the two mercenaries on awkward terms now that they were first truly meeting each other outside of a conflict. Dante looked off into the distance, trying to spy where the gate to the Pale Moors was. "So - what'll you be up to now?"
Could the eco warrior really provide a trustworthy ally? Perhaps. Following their duel, Jak seemed to acquire a certain fondness or respect for Dante, the exact nature of it being difficult to glean from their fleeting moments of interaction beyond combat. Perhaps not, however. Was Dante merely recognized as an able fighter capable of defeating the Dynamite Kid, or might there be some other element that proved noteworthy?
No, it could not have been as simple as that. The former competitor recalled their fight, and how he so narrowly braved the assault of a Jak charged with that dark aura. Something feral, something uncontrollable, something... undesired. It didn't take a master detective to draw the parallels between the devil hunter and the eco warrior. Both held a great and dangerous power- and a dark side, a criminal soul ready to abuse it.
"What happened with you?" Jak inquired, rousing Dante once more from his thoughts. "...did you die, too?" There followed a moment of silence, and the green-haired mercenary wondered if he had asked the wrong question.
Dante merely nodded his head in response, after those seconds passed. "To the same one I lost to in the tournament."
"Oh." It was all Jak could manage to say, in that moment. He attempted to salvage it, "Sorry we couldn't get together. We should've gotten to fight as a team."
"It's not a problem."
Another bout of nothingness followed, the two mercenaries on awkward terms now that they were first truly meeting each other outside of a conflict. Dante looked off into the distance, trying to spy where the gate to the Pale Moors was. "So - what'll you be up to now?"