08-30-2015, 03:11 PM
Dante exited Coruscant without much fanfare or excitement, for better or worse. With a couple of nods as he passed by the Stormtroopers, the Son of Sparda hoped to ensure that he was something of a buddy-buddy with this Empire... for the time being, at least. Never mind the fact that they took his bike - well, not even his bike, strictly, but the one he was using regardless.
Of course, that was just going to make this trek to the center of the Nexus take longer. Much longer. Maybe it'd be more fun if this place wasn't so damned empty!
Time passed, and eventually Dante's quiet trudging across the silent white expanse landed him at the Fountain. It was different this time, more in line with a traditional fountain one found at a major park - built from stone and marble and featuring sculptures of angels pouring out water into a surrounding pool. So the Fountain changed every so often, or did it simply conform to whomever recently arrived in the Omniverse? It was kind of a cool thing, if one was into that kind of stuff. At least Dante found himself interested, but he got the feeling that trying to get one for himself would just get trippy after a while.
Back to the point: someone here was offering a sword. Dante hoped that this wasn't some prank of a flasher or someone, but with a name like 'Zangetsu', it seemed he was some degree honest. And Dante did like powerful assets on his side: just ask Lady or Neil Goldstein. If there was any question as to whether or not he could even wield the sword, Dante would gladly prove the man wrong, one way or another.
Just one problem: there was nobody at the fountain. Nobody that he could see, anyways. Those shady dealers always liked to come out of nowhere when their presence was called for. So he started calling: "Hello? Anyone here?"
With no response, the devil hunter began to circle the center of the Nexus, looking out for anyone nearby. There was no such individual. There was, however, a sword. It looked all the world like an over-sized katana, the side of the blade far more fitting for a broadsword or even a falchion but still looking quite deadly. And if it happened to be built like a katana, then it had to be exceptionally strong in several factors, much like the Yamato when Dante had wielded it.
A memory flashed into his brain, of his dear brother, long gone. A hand instinctively went to the amulet chained around Dante's neck, the two halves of it clasped together. The lone Son of Sparda forced the memory out of his brain, not even considering Omni's words, to think of whatever he desired most...
Hard boots walked over to the blade lodged in the ground, the unknown surface making a strangely silent noise, except for the jangling of Dante's buckles and clasps. A single red ribbon tied from a loop on the hilt danged freely, blowing meekly in a nonexistent wind. Nobody was around, and this sword might've been the one to contain immense power. Why not take it for a test run and find out? A hand dressed with fingerless gloves reached out to grab the sword, intent on pulling the heaping blade from its resting place.
Of course, that was just going to make this trek to the center of the Nexus take longer. Much longer. Maybe it'd be more fun if this place wasn't so damned empty!
Time passed, and eventually Dante's quiet trudging across the silent white expanse landed him at the Fountain. It was different this time, more in line with a traditional fountain one found at a major park - built from stone and marble and featuring sculptures of angels pouring out water into a surrounding pool. So the Fountain changed every so often, or did it simply conform to whomever recently arrived in the Omniverse? It was kind of a cool thing, if one was into that kind of stuff. At least Dante found himself interested, but he got the feeling that trying to get one for himself would just get trippy after a while.
Back to the point: someone here was offering a sword. Dante hoped that this wasn't some prank of a flasher or someone, but with a name like 'Zangetsu', it seemed he was some degree honest. And Dante did like powerful assets on his side: just ask Lady or Neil Goldstein. If there was any question as to whether or not he could even wield the sword, Dante would gladly prove the man wrong, one way or another.
Just one problem: there was nobody at the fountain. Nobody that he could see, anyways. Those shady dealers always liked to come out of nowhere when their presence was called for. So he started calling: "Hello? Anyone here?"
With no response, the devil hunter began to circle the center of the Nexus, looking out for anyone nearby. There was no such individual. There was, however, a sword. It looked all the world like an over-sized katana, the side of the blade far more fitting for a broadsword or even a falchion but still looking quite deadly. And if it happened to be built like a katana, then it had to be exceptionally strong in several factors, much like the Yamato when Dante had wielded it.
A memory flashed into his brain, of his dear brother, long gone. A hand instinctively went to the amulet chained around Dante's neck, the two halves of it clasped together. The lone Son of Sparda forced the memory out of his brain, not even considering Omni's words, to think of whatever he desired most...
Hard boots walked over to the blade lodged in the ground, the unknown surface making a strangely silent noise, except for the jangling of Dante's buckles and clasps. A single red ribbon tied from a loop on the hilt danged freely, blowing meekly in a nonexistent wind. Nobody was around, and this sword might've been the one to contain immense power. Why not take it for a test run and find out? A hand dressed with fingerless gloves reached out to grab the sword, intent on pulling the heaping blade from its resting place.