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Post by Sparda on May 20, 2012 16:32:55 GMT -6
Hallowton was a paradox of a place; a home of polar opposites. Despite all the hellish episodes of violence it had played host to in the past months, and the devastating conflicts that raged all around the continent, the nature of its society kept the town in the embrace of perpetual calm. It was a very welcome change from the chaos outside, by anyone's standards.
Sparda was taking a night to partake of that change. Stood at the bar of a high-end tavern near the docks, a tumbler of whisky in his hand and the smell of sea salt upon the air, the demon had resolved not to let this fleeting calm be spoiled until he departed in the morning to return to the war beyond the town's limits.
A guilty pleasure? Perhaps, he thought to himself, but one that he reasoned was necessary. Even he had his limits when it came to long periods of exertion, barely comprehensible though they were; he'd be of little use to anyone if he wore himself thin with tireless fighting.
Trying to distance himself from such surmises, the Dark Knight quietly sipped at his drink. |
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Post by frosty225 on May 20, 2012 18:07:45 GMT -6
He had gotten here five days ago. Seemed like yesterday he was in that hell hole of a world filled with the living dead and things that were worse than demons. He sat near the docks staring out towards the sea, funny enough this was the first time he'd seen one. After all everywhere he had been was land locked with just lakes or rivers.
He would've sat there all night had a shiver not entered his spine, pulling his attention to his left. As his head turned towards where his body was being tugged he saw a familiar face. 'Can't be...' He began walking closer and the man, well, demon he saw was indeed who he thought it was.
He began his aproach and let himself known as he opened his mouth. "Didn't take you for much of a drinker."
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Post by Sparda on May 22, 2012 14:44:25 GMT -6
Sparda had raised the tumbler to his lips to take another pensive sip of his whisky when a familiar confident voice caught his attention directly behind him. Resisting a reflexive urge to reach for Ombra, he slowly set his glass back down on the counter as he turned around.
The sight that met him left his jaw hanging open. It stayed there for a few long moments as his eyes wandered over the figure before him in quietly joyous amazement.
"...Daikus? You made it?" |
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Post by frosty225 on May 22, 2012 19:13:30 GMT -6
He smirked a bit, "Yeah, for the most part. Didn't get here as easily as you did I bet." He sat on a crate closest to Sparda, "Wouldn't be inclinded to sharing would you?" He notioned towards the tumbler of whiskey.
"This place is a shit ton more peaceful than Isafaro, or whatever the fuck they call that place."
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Post by Sparda on May 24, 2012 8:12:24 GMT -6
Sparda could still hardly believe his eyes. Daikus, his prodigal grandson - every bit as brash, confident and ultimately good-hearted as Dante - had made it to Genesis from wherever his journey away from Dominion City had taken him.
"Somehow I don't doubt that," Sparda chuckled. "But I still have no idea exactly why we've all been snatched out of our existences and dropped here."
Hearing Daikus' wholly expected request for a drink, the Dark Knight turned his eyes upon his half-full tumbler. "I'll go one better." With a smile, he leaned forward a little, raising his hand to flag the bartender down. "Same again, if you please," he called, pointing down at his drink. With a nod and a smile, the bartender turned and set about busying himself with the orders he'd received just now.
With that, Sparda turned in place to more fully face Daikus. "I'm not surprised, what with Isafaro being in the middle of as grim a civil war as I've seen. Zira and I have been liaising with the resistance, as a matter of fact... But I digress." He cast a glance up and down his somewhat dishevelled-looking grandson. "What about you, my boy? Care to share your stories post-Dominion, or do we need to get the drink flowing first?" |
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Post by frosty225 on May 25, 2012 13:36:20 GMT -6
He smirked, oh god where could he start? I guess at the beginning, "Well, I went to Grixis and found Dante, the real one... set him free and ended up waking up in a weird world. Where I met a female Ajerian and there was a three way war between the Ajerians, The legion of the abyss, and the remnants of the damned." The bartender soon returned with the order and Daikus began telling him all about that world, it's mystery, it's war, and it's warriors including especially the fight between Amon, previously known as the shackled lord and the rest of them as they revived the Ajerian king, their version of Arix Himura.
He took a sip from his drink, taking a moment to spark up a cigarette. "Soon after that, a portal opened, I took it thinking it could send me back home but ended up in a post apocalyptic world over run by infected humans that turned into flesh eating zombies after an hour of infection and creatures that are comparably worse than demons."
He then began to tell him of his exploits of helping a young 17 year old male he had met in that world and what Adam was. "Around the time stuff started happening a large tower appeared, I knew it could possibly lead me to Domino City, if not there then near you or someone familiar, but it was blocked off and under control by Blu-Umbrella. So myself, Adam, and a paramilitary unit Adam was very well aquainted with broke into the facility. That didn't go as well."
He informed Sparda of how he got captured and ended up being experimented on and how they synthesized a virus to partially negate his demonic and vampiric abilities. He then began explaining how life went on from there before they decided to try it again and how Adam and he got a round two with Tyrant 313 and Apocalypse, and how he had gotten injured severely and how Adam sacrificed himself to safe his life and how he and the paramilitary team ended up going into the downward spiral and arrived here.
"It doesn't help that we arrived in isafaro when a man by the name of Gabe ransacked a large portion of the city, and then pulled me into it by going into the same pub I was in..." He laughed and took another sip from his drink before puffing from his cigarette, "So yeah, life's been hell." He laughed.
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Post by Sparda on May 26, 2012 17:01:03 GMT -6
Daikus' tale was a long one to recall, and through its entirety, Sparda was silent. Held at rapt attention, very rarely sipping his whisky, he listened to his grandson's account of his many and varied exploits after his disappearance from Dominion, worried and amazed in equal measure that the boy had survived so very much in seemingly so short a time.
When he was finally finished, Sparda shook himself from his silent near-stupor.
"Incredible... Shame it had to time itself just when we'd gotten onto decent terms, but incredible nonetheless." Smiling warmly, the Dark Knight reached out to lay a firm hand upon the near shoulder of his second descendant to make it to Genesis.
"I'm so glad you're safe, Daikus. Absurdities like those seem to run in the family." |
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