06-21-2017, 04:17 PM
While Gamzee "Motherfucking" Makara went on a pleasant little stroll through the dilapidated sawmill (or whatever he was doing), the other two members of the shoddy alliance recovered a bit more. Batman pulled a First Aid kit off the wall, pulling out some bandages to address their wounds. The redcoat finally caved in and decided to wrap himself up a bit- and a good thing he did, because when he pulled off his damaged jacket to inspect the damage, he was slightly alarmed over the fact that the damage hadn't stitched itself up in the meanwhile.
With that revelation in mind, Dante quickly set about washing off and wrapping up the scrapes and stabs, unable to do much otherwise. He was in the process of wrapping gauze around his numb arm when the gruff voice of the vigilante spoke up, "I've never seen someone so apprehensive about dressing wounds."
Tony blinked and looked up, not even realizing how hard he must've been frowning. "No, it's not that," the devil hunter corrected, being serious for once, "It's just that these sort of cuts usually would've healed up now- or sealed, rather." Batman regarded this comment curiously as Dante went back to his amateur work. So he must've had a healing factor at some point. The element itself didn't seemed helpful at the moment, but it provided the detective with helpful insight as to who Tony Redgrave actually was.
"Why isn't it working, then?" The Batman asked, having a feeling he already knew the answer. He received a cold look an return, and didn't think to consider that the red-coat might've been offended by the question.
"If I had to guess," Dante started to reply, tightening the gauze wrappings, "It's probably these weird collars." The Son of Sparda carelessly wedged an index finger under the seal of said collar, scratching at the itches of his skin without heed for the warning beeps. He ignored the black cowl's look of concern as he removed his finger and elaborated, "I tried summoning stuff yesterday and I felt... blocked. Couldn't do anything. Probably the rules of this this game."
Batman sighed, closing the kit and replacing it on the wall. "No medical drugs, no surgeon's tools, no natural healing ability... Does Syntech expect us to get by in these conditions?"
"No, Mister Bond, they expect us to die," the silver-haired warrior replied, rolling out the latent kinks in his arms. The vigilante gave Dante a dirty look for that, but eventually conceded the apparent truth in that statement.
Pulling on the blood-colored longcoat, Dante looked to his awkward teammate. "Let's get going."
"The alien hasn't come back yet," Batman objected, holding his honor above his all-too-apparent dislike for the perpetually intoxicated troll.
"He can't have gone far with that leg of his," the devil hunter explained, straightening up. "I'm sure we'll run into him."
With that revelation in mind, Dante quickly set about washing off and wrapping up the scrapes and stabs, unable to do much otherwise. He was in the process of wrapping gauze around his numb arm when the gruff voice of the vigilante spoke up, "I've never seen someone so apprehensive about dressing wounds."
Tony blinked and looked up, not even realizing how hard he must've been frowning. "No, it's not that," the devil hunter corrected, being serious for once, "It's just that these sort of cuts usually would've healed up now- or sealed, rather." Batman regarded this comment curiously as Dante went back to his amateur work. So he must've had a healing factor at some point. The element itself didn't seemed helpful at the moment, but it provided the detective with helpful insight as to who Tony Redgrave actually was.
"Why isn't it working, then?" The Batman asked, having a feeling he already knew the answer. He received a cold look an return, and didn't think to consider that the red-coat might've been offended by the question.
"If I had to guess," Dante started to reply, tightening the gauze wrappings, "It's probably these weird collars." The Son of Sparda carelessly wedged an index finger under the seal of said collar, scratching at the itches of his skin without heed for the warning beeps. He ignored the black cowl's look of concern as he removed his finger and elaborated, "I tried summoning stuff yesterday and I felt... blocked. Couldn't do anything. Probably the rules of this this game."
Batman sighed, closing the kit and replacing it on the wall. "No medical drugs, no surgeon's tools, no natural healing ability... Does Syntech expect us to get by in these conditions?"
"No, Mister Bond, they expect us to die," the silver-haired warrior replied, rolling out the latent kinks in his arms. The vigilante gave Dante a dirty look for that, but eventually conceded the apparent truth in that statement.
Pulling on the blood-colored longcoat, Dante looked to his awkward teammate. "Let's get going."
"The alien hasn't come back yet," Batman objected, holding his honor above his all-too-apparent dislike for the perpetually intoxicated troll.
"He can't have gone far with that leg of his," the devil hunter explained, straightening up. "I'm sure we'll run into him."
Quote:Dante and Batman from Safehouse B to B15. Teaming back up with Gamzee.