03-29-2016, 01:08 PM
Quote:Continued from You Will Be Reborn
The dilapidated stone portal, stock still beneath the gray cover of the Pale Moors, suddenly began to shimmer and displace. Within moments, two individuals had emerged: a tall, white-haired man in a long red coat, and a shorter man with spiked hair, elfin features, and dressed in battle gear.
Dante and Jak had been unfortunately forced to retire their buggy after discovering that it would be too large to fit into the gate, and so resolved to continue their travels on foot. Trusting the half-devil mercenary knew his business here exactly, Jak allowed him to take point in their trek across the drab landscape - especially considering the eco warrior had never visited this verse before. As Dante quietly walked along, his new partner took the opportunity to absorb the view of this world, the sheer darkness of the environment almost ever-present, the ambient noises of strange creatures occasionally filling the air wickedly.
"So this is the Pale Moors," Jak said simply after a time, haven taken his fill of the ghastly surroundings after several minutes. "I've heard a few things, but I didn't know it would be this... spooky." Dante offered no response beyond a nod of the head and a hum of agreement. Looking to the red-coat, Jak registered that the devil hunter somewhat frequently swung his gaze about, as if he were on the alert for trouble, or even looking for something specific. "And... you said you had business here?"
"In a manner of speaking," came the Son of Sparda's response, answering without looking at Jak. He found himself straying slightly off the beaten road, trying to look out for certain landmarks in the area - without being able to follow the exact same path as before, however, he had no real way of recognizing where they were going, or which direction they even had to go in.
Curious, and a bit bored, Jak continued to question, "So... there are people actually living out here?"
"So I'm told," Dante flatly responded again, "But some of those people might be less friendly - and less 'people' - than others, if you catch my drift."
"Right, right," the fellow mercenary nodded in understanding. Any manner of wicked and terrible creatures could certainly find themselves at home here, and Jak couldn't help but hope that they didn't end up running into any along the way.