06-15-2017, 04:36 AM
The enigmatic man didn't exactly strike a wrong note for Tony Redgrave, but seemed suspiciously dangerous nonetheless. Of course, anyone that could toss away a chainsaw like a discarded stick warranted at least some amount of suspicion. Though the devil hunter no longer trained the dual handguns on the robed figure, he kept them drawn in the event that their newfound truce expired any time soon. Tearen seemed to find this acceptable, or perhaps non-concerning.
Tearen... had Dante heard that name before?
No. He hadn't heard of much, actually- the red-coat seemed slacking in his ability to keep up-to-date on current events. The ex-enigma had made himself known back on Station 17, however, with his terrifying announcement to the public regarding... something. Though Tony tried to brush it off, something within his gut suggested otherwise, as if the matter concerned the son of Sparda. He intended to trudge on and hope it simply wore off, like some false alarm.
It persisted, some sort of anxiety that clawed at the hunter's brain every passing moment he spent with the robed stranger. Dante had never intended to truly compare this person to the likes of Magus, for he immediately seemed much more welcoming than the dark sorcerer could ever prove.
You're afraid of him, aren't you? Afraid of how powerful he could be?
Tony Redgrave was left twitching slightly, teeth gritting and eyebrows curling angrily. He didn't want to admit it.
It could all be a facade. An illusion to lead you into a trap.
There was no way to prove that. Dante didn't intend on provoking the ex-enigma to find out.
Just get rid of him, now. He'll destroy you if you let him live! You don't want to die again, do you?!
"Is something wrong?" Tearen asked suddenly, playing ever the fool. If the former God-Mind bore any awareness of the malicious spirit ingrained and sealed in Dante's psyche, he did not make it apparent.
The son of Sparda dismissed the concern. "It's none of your business," he spoke, a bit more sternly than he had intended.
"Really? Nothing I should be concerned about?" Came the persistence of Tearen, as if trying to provoke a reaction. And it succeeded, Dante raising the black water-shined barrel of Ebony in alert.
"I don't trust you."
The psychic had to stop himself from laughing aloud. "Of course not. Why should one trust anyone, in a competition like this?" He motioned to the somber realm of the abandoned facilities before they were left behind entirely. Up ahead was a sight no more reassuring, a sea of skyscrapers long devoid of attention.
Dante offered no response. Though the implications were known, he did not seem particularly pleased with them. Still, Redgrave chose to believe he had picked his allies carefully.
"Tell me," Tearen piqued, "Would you trust me more if I shared something with you?"
The gut feeling returned, craving that piece of the puzzle the redcoat was missing. Dante's grip on his pistols steeled. The robed figure truly was a devious manipulator, weaving guilt and curiosity into the devil hunter. Yet, Dante still considered actually falling into this trap.
If he did, it could actually mean the different between life and death.
Tearen... had Dante heard that name before?
No. He hadn't heard of much, actually- the red-coat seemed slacking in his ability to keep up-to-date on current events. The ex-enigma had made himself known back on Station 17, however, with his terrifying announcement to the public regarding... something. Though Tony tried to brush it off, something within his gut suggested otherwise, as if the matter concerned the son of Sparda. He intended to trudge on and hope it simply wore off, like some false alarm.
It persisted, some sort of anxiety that clawed at the hunter's brain every passing moment he spent with the robed stranger. Dante had never intended to truly compare this person to the likes of Magus, for he immediately seemed much more welcoming than the dark sorcerer could ever prove.
You're afraid of him, aren't you? Afraid of how powerful he could be?
Tony Redgrave was left twitching slightly, teeth gritting and eyebrows curling angrily. He didn't want to admit it.
It could all be a facade. An illusion to lead you into a trap.
There was no way to prove that. Dante didn't intend on provoking the ex-enigma to find out.
Just get rid of him, now. He'll destroy you if you let him live! You don't want to die again, do you?!
"Is something wrong?" Tearen asked suddenly, playing ever the fool. If the former God-Mind bore any awareness of the malicious spirit ingrained and sealed in Dante's psyche, he did not make it apparent.
The son of Sparda dismissed the concern. "It's none of your business," he spoke, a bit more sternly than he had intended.
"Really? Nothing I should be concerned about?" Came the persistence of Tearen, as if trying to provoke a reaction. And it succeeded, Dante raising the black water-shined barrel of Ebony in alert.
"I don't trust you."
The psychic had to stop himself from laughing aloud. "Of course not. Why should one trust anyone, in a competition like this?" He motioned to the somber realm of the abandoned facilities before they were left behind entirely. Up ahead was a sight no more reassuring, a sea of skyscrapers long devoid of attention.
Dante offered no response. Though the implications were known, he did not seem particularly pleased with them. Still, Redgrave chose to believe he had picked his allies carefully.
"Tell me," Tearen piqued, "Would you trust me more if I shared something with you?"
The gut feeling returned, craving that piece of the puzzle the redcoat was missing. Dante's grip on his pistols steeled. The robed figure truly was a devious manipulator, weaving guilt and curiosity into the devil hunter. Yet, Dante still considered actually falling into this trap.
If he did, it could actually mean the different between life and death.
Quote:Moving from B15 to C6.