07-07-2017, 10:48 AM
Huh. So after all this, taffy girl actually somehow won the competition. Whether it was from sheer dumb luck, or an actual layer of strategy, it was probably worth commending. "You won, huh? Well, congrats. Shame I wasn't there to it," Tony applauded, giving a few golf claps over Graowr's achievement.
"Heh, yeah..." The future warrior replied, her voice faking her trademark enthusiasm. The brutality of the competition seemed to have done a number on the majin- if Dante knew how to comfort her over that, he might consider doing so now. Still, what was there to say that she didn't already know? They were all Primes, everyone knew they would revive eventually- but from the sounds of it, death still proved to be terribly costly and debilitating. Dante had not experienced such symptoms yet, but perhaps he was fortunate he had not.
Count your blessings, as the saying went. Maybe just not dying on death island really could be considering an achievement. But in Dante's case, he had only been spared by virtue of good will- from the man currently snoring his nose out in a heap on the floor. The redcoat looked over, finding a tall dark man in a suit pouring over the prone figure of the battlemage.
A few seconds passed before the burning question clicked into place. The figure seemed familiar, but why? Another few seconds, and Dante realized the answer: that same imposing presence of mind over matter. The shadow he had met so distantly in the first stage of the competition.
He had also been using a chainsaw. Had this man lent it to Gildarts? Was he some sort of mastermind? And that suit- was the shadow actually an agent of this Syntech corporation?
Bah, too many questions.
Tony shook himself, trying to empty his mind once again. He turned to Graowr, and spoke in small talk, "So, what are you planning after this? Gonna go home and find a nice spot to put that winning trophy?"
"Heh, yeah..." The future warrior replied, her voice faking her trademark enthusiasm. The brutality of the competition seemed to have done a number on the majin- if Dante knew how to comfort her over that, he might consider doing so now. Still, what was there to say that she didn't already know? They were all Primes, everyone knew they would revive eventually- but from the sounds of it, death still proved to be terribly costly and debilitating. Dante had not experienced such symptoms yet, but perhaps he was fortunate he had not.
Count your blessings, as the saying went. Maybe just not dying on death island really could be considering an achievement. But in Dante's case, he had only been spared by virtue of good will- from the man currently snoring his nose out in a heap on the floor. The redcoat looked over, finding a tall dark man in a suit pouring over the prone figure of the battlemage.
A few seconds passed before the burning question clicked into place. The figure seemed familiar, but why? Another few seconds, and Dante realized the answer: that same imposing presence of mind over matter. The shadow he had met so distantly in the first stage of the competition.
He had also been using a chainsaw. Had this man lent it to Gildarts? Was he some sort of mastermind? And that suit- was the shadow actually an agent of this Syntech corporation?
Bah, too many questions.
Tony shook himself, trying to empty his mind once again. He turned to Graowr, and spoke in small talk, "So, what are you planning after this? Gonna go home and find a nice spot to put that winning trophy?"