10-06-2015, 08:36 PM
Quote:Continuing some time after Dante's first experience in the Astral Realm.It wasn't like this was the clear thing for Dante to do; he was simply at a loss right now, really. Winning a physical battle and then consequentially losing a spiritual one was hitting the devil hunter harder than he'd like, and when he woke up to the blinding white he felt more in the dark than ever. His inner world in ruin, his many abilities missing, and his weapons far away, Dante had little options left to him. As Vergil might mock him, "Where's your motivation?"
Uncanny, seeing how much he had Vergil on his mind. Ever since that fleeting moment when Dante realized he was turning into the power-seeking, heartless pit that was his brother, that image seemed to haunt him only more. At least in this case, it seemed almost right - Dante did need power if he was going to get anywhere in this world, and power came in the form of Omnilium.
So why an arena? It seemed like a good idea at the time. Fight other opponents, defeat them, gain power and glory. But he couldn't give all credit to himself, having browsed the Dataverse for a bit of time before finding posts on a certain rumored tournament somewhere in Camelot. The rest he found was just different chat services, public complaints about Omni, or different factions looking to add souls to their ranks.
It just didn't quite click yet to Dante that this was more than a foreign universe - it was a conglomeration of different worlds and peoples, all just looking to find their way in this place. And it didn't even occur to him that the people he might face in their tournament might very well be humans or other good folks.
Deciding on a new change of appearance, Dante had concentrated and remodeled his clothing, adopting a more comfortable guise. The red longcoat buffed out into something a bit more open and flashy, but still equally strapped up and built to hold his weapons. The black vest went under his coat this time, appearing vaguely more like a dress shirt, while his pants loosened into large slacks that fell over his boots. His hair grew longer and more smooth, to fall down around his head like a new mop, where his skin shone a bit more color to it than before. Even if he couldn't change his bleak, determined face, Dante could at least try and look a bit more natural - whatever that meant, here.
Of course, with all the weapons strapped to him, the nephilim still couldn't help but look out of place for Camelot. It was clear this world was actually inspired from the historical place, complete with medieval clothing and architecture, from the cities he could see. He was stopped a couple of times by armored guards asking about his weapons, but Dante was finally directed with little other question to the Colosseum where the tournament was to take place.
"Er... you are a Prime, am I correct, sir?" One of the guards stationed outside the Colosseum probed cautiously at the new arrival, whom had merely asked for confirmation that this was the place to sign up at.
"Yeah, sure, what of it?"
The guard seemed to mull over his next words carefully at Dante's tilt of the head. "Well, it's just that we are expecting a lot of Primes here at this tournament - not that such a fact would stop you all, but... well, not everyone benefits from your capabilities, shall we say."
An awkward pause, and then Dante piped up, "Whatever, I'll be careful," strolling off dismissively into the main hall of the building. With something between a sigh and a bated breath being released, the guard went back to his duties.