[closed] jukebox hero

[subhuman]

Who: Dante & Others
When: February
Where: Horizon & Nocwich
What: Closed prompts and headaches (caused by Dante)
Warnings: Will add as needed!

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for wanda

[subhuman]

[ Dante's domain acts as a reminder of what he left behind. Really, in comparison, the deal he has in Thorne is sweet--free room and board, food, working plumbing. No electricity but there are some bards around town with a decent yodeling voice. A guy could get used to the easy life.

But he misses his dilapidated, questionably kept shop. Because it's his. Every trash can and dusty bunny is his responsibility to take care of and that's still kind of awesome. The novelty of it hasn't quite worn off even a few decades and several unpaid bills down the road.

So he likes to visit from time to time, to his attempt at recreating Devil May Cry. Sure there are a few improvements like a little strip club room in the back and a convenience store self-service kiosk on the second floor, but who is to say he can't have a little fun with it?

Dante is at said kiosk, pulling out a greasy, questionable imitation of a taquito from a rolling cooktop when he hears the door open. ]

Ah, customers!

[ Dante calls out from the loft. He grabs a second taquito in that case. ]

Take a seat, any seat.

[ None of the options look hygienic. ]

for nero

[subhuman]

[ Dante is minding his own silly little business in the back room--the one with the stripper poles. Despite the effort that went into the level of detail, he's the only patron. That, and there doesn't seem to be a single stripper in sight. But the lights are still flashing and Dante has his feet propped up on the stage as he leans back onto a very plush chair.

He conjures up a strawberry milkshake and begins to idly sip, willing any intrusive thoughts away. (Because that always works. Ha.. haha.)

Yet when the normal rotation of songs in Devil May Cry suddenly changes to one particular (and catchy) tune, he knows he has a visitor. A very specific visitor.

Dante could call out to Nero. But honestly it's more fun to see if Nero can figure out which door he's behind. Is it number three? ]

for dean

[subhuman]

[ After having his own domain visited by lovely individuals who do not need anything remotely resembling responsibility and adulthood from him (ha), Dante decides that maybe he needs a little break from his mock Devil May Cry. Ample opportunity to explore the rest of the Horizon.

So he summons up his shingy new-ish bike--new in the sense that he'd only just acquired it back home, -ish because it'd technically been made of the pieces of a husk of his dear old friend--and takes to the road. It's a little while as the changing landscape changes to that a deep forest, unfamiliar, but that's kind of the point. It's a quiet drive.

One that is inevitably interrupted by the appearance of some rather unfriendly looking beasties. Which should be a bad thing, but... ]

Hmmm...

[ Glowing red eyes? Claws curling ominously around tree branches?

Dante slows his bike to a stop. ]

I'm starting to think this place isn't the kind of place a guy wants to walk home alone at night.

[ He speaks casually as he revs the engine once, twice. ]

Well, there's no sense in hiding. Let's see what's behind doooooor...number one!

[ Is he rushing forward on the motorcycle to jump off a stray log and launch himself into the air towards the trees and the monsters?

Yes.

Is this something that someone should do in someone else's domain?

Not at all. ]

for thancred & geralt (BOYS CLUB)

[subhuman]

[ Nocwich has the right vibes. It's much more laid back, full of the "salt of the earth" kind of people. The stories you get here aren't the kind they tell in books but between friendly faces in warm tavern halls. It's the unpretentious, unassuming kind of place. Dante loves it.

So it's no surprise that he takes that portal as soon as it's available. And he's glad to see other likeminded individuals itching to get a change in scenery. It's unsurprising that one of them is Thancred. ]

What do you say to an old-fashioned, wholesome night a pub, eh?

[ He pats his belly like a drum. It's empty, clearly. At least he won't be leading the man into any sewage systems in Nocwich. Probably. ]