06-15-2017, 10:49 AM
More walking. Leaving the outskirts of the city behind, Dante stepped through the far corner of the logging site, thankfully devoid of rain for the moment. The moisture of the ground and the faint smell of ozone on the air made a clear message that this place remained a deciduous climate. Boots tromped through churned earth and layers of wood shavings, his steps remaining harsh and proud.
Tony kept looking behind him cautiously, unreasonably wary of a possible ambush. He could feel the Hollow mocking and reprimanding the forlorn devil hunter from within, but it only affirmed his resolve to empty his mind. This kind of setback didn't serve Dante well in his history, and there was no reason for such things to change now of all times. For the longest time in his past, the freelance mercenary had a guise of unflappable power to hide his insecurity, doing everything he could to be "cool" and "badass". Now, the Hollow turned that very facade against him, making his childish facade a genuine malice.
Dante needed some genuine confidence in his breast, or else he would have no faith left in himself by the time this was over.
The next time he turned his head, something zipped out of view. It looked small and mobile, like an insect but entirely too large. Confused, the redcoat whipped around to find the source: a hovering object that resembled one of those news broadcast cameras. Right, Tony Redgrave reminded himself, this is a televised competition. People are out there cheering for their favorite contestants.
Perhaps it was high time for Dante to try and make himself a fan favorite.
"Hey! Over here!" The son of Sparda waved down the camera drone, and it seemed to comply after a moment, coming within a range still out of arm's reach. He smirked, hailing an unseen audience, "To everyone out there who doesn't know already: My name is Tony Redgrave, and I'm here for some action. I don't know how much you've seen already so far, but just you wait-"
Tony's hands dove under his coat and pulled free Ebony & Ivory, brandishing them for the retreating lens. "I'm gonna put on a hell of a show."
Tony kept looking behind him cautiously, unreasonably wary of a possible ambush. He could feel the Hollow mocking and reprimanding the forlorn devil hunter from within, but it only affirmed his resolve to empty his mind. This kind of setback didn't serve Dante well in his history, and there was no reason for such things to change now of all times. For the longest time in his past, the freelance mercenary had a guise of unflappable power to hide his insecurity, doing everything he could to be "cool" and "badass". Now, the Hollow turned that very facade against him, making his childish facade a genuine malice.
Dante needed some genuine confidence in his breast, or else he would have no faith left in himself by the time this was over.
The next time he turned his head, something zipped out of view. It looked small and mobile, like an insect but entirely too large. Confused, the redcoat whipped around to find the source: a hovering object that resembled one of those news broadcast cameras. Right, Tony Redgrave reminded himself, this is a televised competition. People are out there cheering for their favorite contestants.
Perhaps it was high time for Dante to try and make himself a fan favorite.
"Hey! Over here!" The son of Sparda waved down the camera drone, and it seemed to comply after a moment, coming within a range still out of arm's reach. He smirked, hailing an unseen audience, "To everyone out there who doesn't know already: My name is Tony Redgrave, and I'm here for some action. I don't know how much you've seen already so far, but just you wait-"
Tony's hands dove under his coat and pulled free Ebony & Ivory, brandishing them for the retreating lens. "I'm gonna put on a hell of a show."
Quote:Moving from B14 to E3.