09-04-2015, 03:38 PM
Dante, such an old name but one well fitting of this red coat wearing warrior. He grinned and stood walking over to the black wall of his world of voice, resting his hand against it. This guy wanted to prove himself so Zangetsu would give him the chance.
"As you wish, But a warning before I do this: steel yourself. Guard your emotions and keep them in check. I am pure instinct... when we join if you do not have a strong grip on yourself you will not be able to control us. Remember the bodies?", he said, sinking his hand through the black wall, causing it to ripple as his arm sank into it. His hand pushed into the depths of Dante, gripping his soul tightly. A few moments of concentration and zangetsu successfully fused with this.. being's soul.
Zangetsu was quite impressed. The man was Half-Devil. In Dante's world it was a race of beings with a similar essence as Zangetsu's Hollows. The man would definitely have a better chance than the poor fellow taking a drink from Infinity.
As far as souls go, Dante was practically half-Devil/Hollow and quarter human. Sure he could feel the new found power just from properly wielding zangetsu. It was a great feeling he was sure.
While in the depths of Dante's soul, he tidyed up. He created an inner world in the same fashion his "Void" was, using the strongest memories he could feel from his benefactor. Zangetsu grinned as the run down, bar like atmopshere of a shop that Dante had owned prior to this snatching. Zangetsu modeled it from when it began its services, before it had earned its name, "Devil May Cry". The Zanpakuto couldn't help but chuckle at the name. It spoke much about Dante's character, serious in a laid back, confident way.
Zangetsu looked around, the various pieces of furniture still new and undamaged in the man's shop. The Juke-box and pool table nearly shined with a brand new finish. The shop's music box no longer flickered and shown its light in a low glow, inviting any to walk up and put it to work. The pool balls were unchipped and unmarked, never used. The floor shown appearing to be recently waxed. Various devil arms decorated the room with a rack on the wall labled with Zangetsu's name, yet empty of the blade by that name.
The Zanpakuto walked over to dante's desk and sat into the leather chair, resting his back. Dante's desk had gone through some improvements as well. A gleaming plague shining in golden font spelled out Dante's name clear to anyone who walks in the door.
It was time to populate the building. Drawing from his own memories he summoned apparitions of Ichigo Kurosaki in his grey highschool uniform by the pool table, who grasped pool cue into his hands. His appearance mirrored Zangetsu's nearly, only the Zanpakuto wore white shinigami robes. Ichigo had different skin color and hair color as well, the latter burning a blazing orange contrasting from his dull brown eyes. The apparition started to set up the pool table for a match before waiting for an opponant.
Zangetsu pulled his once other self here as well, the black robe wearing, sunglasses donning, middle aged man leaning cross armed in the corner, his chin tucked into his chest as if he were asleep like that.
For the remaining occupants, he drew from Dante's memories.
Vergil, Dante's brother, sat in a chair beside the jukebox, twirling a pendant between his fingers. He seemed uninterested in the world around him even when Lady, a woman from Dante's past, chatted him up. Ichigo's opponant in a game of pull would be none other than Trish, a devil made in the form of Dante's mother, even if clothed more promiscuously than the former, who sat in a chair beside Zangetsu's other, The Old man.
She sat there, a soft smile upon her lips and her arms clasped as if in prayer.
For the final act, Zangetsu pulled Dante from his point of conciousness to this world within himself. If he were in fine control of himself as Zangetsu advised, he would be concious in both the physical sense and in the spiritual sense, with the former assaulted in with the pure instinct to battle and cleave his blade through any he may see. He smiled seeing his wielder walk into the replicated Devil May Cry shop.
"Welcome Dante-boy, to our shop.", Zangetsu stood and walked around Dante's desk to the front of it, grasping his katana-like broad sword lightly in his pale hands. He pointed it towards the ground and dropped it, the blade sinking into the wood, but it would keep going until it was completely sunken into the floor, leaving no mark of what had happened.
"Your first test is simply to find your sword. The longer you take, the harder it will be to control your physical body from hurting someone, something, or yourself." He said with a chuckle, sitting back against Dante's desk.
"You wondered what the second half of my name was Dante. Normally you couldn't feel it back in my world but you can here. That feeling, that instinct is the second part of my name. It is something understood, something felt, but not something spoken. Follow the feeling and find me."
"As you wish, But a warning before I do this: steel yourself. Guard your emotions and keep them in check. I am pure instinct... when we join if you do not have a strong grip on yourself you will not be able to control us. Remember the bodies?", he said, sinking his hand through the black wall, causing it to ripple as his arm sank into it. His hand pushed into the depths of Dante, gripping his soul tightly. A few moments of concentration and zangetsu successfully fused with this.. being's soul.
Zangetsu was quite impressed. The man was Half-Devil. In Dante's world it was a race of beings with a similar essence as Zangetsu's Hollows. The man would definitely have a better chance than the poor fellow taking a drink from Infinity.
As far as souls go, Dante was practically half-Devil/Hollow and quarter human. Sure he could feel the new found power just from properly wielding zangetsu. It was a great feeling he was sure.
While in the depths of Dante's soul, he tidyed up. He created an inner world in the same fashion his "Void" was, using the strongest memories he could feel from his benefactor. Zangetsu grinned as the run down, bar like atmopshere of a shop that Dante had owned prior to this snatching. Zangetsu modeled it from when it began its services, before it had earned its name, "Devil May Cry". The Zanpakuto couldn't help but chuckle at the name. It spoke much about Dante's character, serious in a laid back, confident way.
Zangetsu looked around, the various pieces of furniture still new and undamaged in the man's shop. The Juke-box and pool table nearly shined with a brand new finish. The shop's music box no longer flickered and shown its light in a low glow, inviting any to walk up and put it to work. The pool balls were unchipped and unmarked, never used. The floor shown appearing to be recently waxed. Various devil arms decorated the room with a rack on the wall labled with Zangetsu's name, yet empty of the blade by that name.
The Zanpakuto walked over to dante's desk and sat into the leather chair, resting his back. Dante's desk had gone through some improvements as well. A gleaming plague shining in golden font spelled out Dante's name clear to anyone who walks in the door.
It was time to populate the building. Drawing from his own memories he summoned apparitions of Ichigo Kurosaki in his grey highschool uniform by the pool table, who grasped pool cue into his hands. His appearance mirrored Zangetsu's nearly, only the Zanpakuto wore white shinigami robes. Ichigo had different skin color and hair color as well, the latter burning a blazing orange contrasting from his dull brown eyes. The apparition started to set up the pool table for a match before waiting for an opponant.
Zangetsu pulled his once other self here as well, the black robe wearing, sunglasses donning, middle aged man leaning cross armed in the corner, his chin tucked into his chest as if he were asleep like that.
For the remaining occupants, he drew from Dante's memories.
Vergil, Dante's brother, sat in a chair beside the jukebox, twirling a pendant between his fingers. He seemed uninterested in the world around him even when Lady, a woman from Dante's past, chatted him up. Ichigo's opponant in a game of pull would be none other than Trish, a devil made in the form of Dante's mother, even if clothed more promiscuously than the former, who sat in a chair beside Zangetsu's other, The Old man.
She sat there, a soft smile upon her lips and her arms clasped as if in prayer.
For the final act, Zangetsu pulled Dante from his point of conciousness to this world within himself. If he were in fine control of himself as Zangetsu advised, he would be concious in both the physical sense and in the spiritual sense, with the former assaulted in with the pure instinct to battle and cleave his blade through any he may see. He smiled seeing his wielder walk into the replicated Devil May Cry shop.
"Welcome Dante-boy, to our shop.", Zangetsu stood and walked around Dante's desk to the front of it, grasping his katana-like broad sword lightly in his pale hands. He pointed it towards the ground and dropped it, the blade sinking into the wood, but it would keep going until it was completely sunken into the floor, leaving no mark of what had happened.
"Your first test is simply to find your sword. The longer you take, the harder it will be to control your physical body from hurting someone, something, or yourself." He said with a chuckle, sitting back against Dante's desk.
"You wondered what the second half of my name was Dante. Normally you couldn't feel it back in my world but you can here. That feeling, that instinct is the second part of my name. It is something understood, something felt, but not something spoken. Follow the feeling and find me."