03-08-2016, 07:07 PM
Sorry? For a power he scarcely had control over? "Don't worry about it," Dante blew off Jak's profuse apology over their past battle, "I'd know a thing or two about inner demons."
"Really?" The eco warrior replied, with a hint of surprise. "You don't mean- you have something evil within you, too?" Had the Son of Sparda spoken too much? He didn't really think so- if Jak and him were going to get along at any point in the future, it might as well be best to get all of the secret business out of the way first. It would lend to a few less misunderstandings later, surely.
Dante arched his spine, bringing his hands up behind his head to stretch the whole of his upper body. "Something like that, I guess-..." The devil hunter replied, his voice strained a bit by his effort. With a satisfying pop, he exhaled a sigh of relief and relented, slumping back down straight. "Probably not the same as yours, but- y'know."
"Let me see it."
"Hm?"
"Your dark powers, whatever they are - I want a look," the elfin mercenary insisted, with a strange level of assertion. "Even if it's just a moment, I want to see the extend of your power." Both mercenaries were caught staring at the other for a time, Jak with some awkwardness and Dante with a nigh-dumbfounded look.
Finally, the eco warrior simply shook his head, "No, nevermind, I shouldn't have asked-"
"Sure."
"What?"
A bolt of red lightning struck down decisively on Dante, as if the heavens passed some great judgement upon him. In that instant, a wicked light of hell consumed the mercenary's form, and as soon as it appeared it too disappeared. Caught off-guard, Jak recoiled at the sight, the image of of the devil hunter now mutated into a ferocious demon quickly consuming his attention. Dante held his body arched back and his clawed chitinous arms out aside, as if he meant to roar to the skies in fury or anguish. The only sound that escaped his fanged maw, however, were harsh breathy gasps choked with a strange echoing, as if the very air were his voice.
Before the eco warrior could fully process this transformation, the twisted shape of Dante was blasted away in another flash of that bloody dark-light. That same man was once again left standing there, shaking off his exertion like a bad feeling in his bones. "Sorry," Dante spoke up, practically indifferent to what just occurred, "It doesn't usually take that much effort. Omniphysics, or whatever you call it. So, what do you think?"
"Really?" The eco warrior replied, with a hint of surprise. "You don't mean- you have something evil within you, too?" Had the Son of Sparda spoken too much? He didn't really think so- if Jak and him were going to get along at any point in the future, it might as well be best to get all of the secret business out of the way first. It would lend to a few less misunderstandings later, surely.
Dante arched his spine, bringing his hands up behind his head to stretch the whole of his upper body. "Something like that, I guess-..." The devil hunter replied, his voice strained a bit by his effort. With a satisfying pop, he exhaled a sigh of relief and relented, slumping back down straight. "Probably not the same as yours, but- y'know."
"Let me see it."
"Hm?"
"Your dark powers, whatever they are - I want a look," the elfin mercenary insisted, with a strange level of assertion. "Even if it's just a moment, I want to see the extend of your power." Both mercenaries were caught staring at the other for a time, Jak with some awkwardness and Dante with a nigh-dumbfounded look.
Finally, the eco warrior simply shook his head, "No, nevermind, I shouldn't have asked-"
"Sure."
"What?"
A bolt of red lightning struck down decisively on Dante, as if the heavens passed some great judgement upon him. In that instant, a wicked light of hell consumed the mercenary's form, and as soon as it appeared it too disappeared. Caught off-guard, Jak recoiled at the sight, the image of of the devil hunter now mutated into a ferocious demon quickly consuming his attention. Dante held his body arched back and his clawed chitinous arms out aside, as if he meant to roar to the skies in fury or anguish. The only sound that escaped his fanged maw, however, were harsh breathy gasps choked with a strange echoing, as if the very air were his voice.
Before the eco warrior could fully process this transformation, the twisted shape of Dante was blasted away in another flash of that bloody dark-light. That same man was once again left standing there, shaking off his exertion like a bad feeling in his bones. "Sorry," Dante spoke up, practically indifferent to what just occurred, "It doesn't usually take that much effort. Omniphysics, or whatever you call it. So, what do you think?"