towerofanimus | Let's Rock

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Let's Rock

Characters: Dante and YOU.
Setting: Dorm Halls (just outside room 2-20,) Cafeteria
Format: Starts prose, can roll with anything.
Summary: Dante wakes up. ~~FINALLY.~~ He's unhappy.
Warnings: None yet, but ... Dante. It could happen. Will update if it does. (Note: "It" could be anything from hitting on any passing by ladies to violently beheading ~~his brother~~ any smartass demons.)

* Dorm Halls

The door to Room 2-20 came flying open so hard it collided with the wall it was attached to, making a terrible echoing racket down the halls.

Dante, Son of Sparda, the "Legendary Dark Knight," slayer of Mundus, ~~hero of millions,~~ ~~source of jealousy to men everywhere,~~ and Devil Hunter was kind of pissed.

He was dressed now, with his weapons holstered. Or at least, Rebellion was in two halves on his back. He'd have to take care of that. But first, he needed to figure out where the hell "here" was.

And of all things...

Why did he have to get stuck in a freaking Tower?

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* Cafeteria

As he exited the elevator, Dante... gave a prompt and loud whistle, to make sure he had people's attention. ~~So that he could be the center of it.~~ Then, as he ~~swaggered~~ walked in he held up his hand as he counted things off.

"Okay, here's what I'm gonna need!" he proclaimed, and held up the first finger. "ONE - a pizza with everything on it... to be ready when I'm done with this oatmeal or whatever."

Second finger. "TWO - A bottle of Jack."

Third finger. "And THREE - ...who do I have to kill to get out of this hellhole?"

He held up his other hand. "NOTE - Not necessarily in that order."

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Anyone who would announce his arrival like that has to be entertaining. Which just happens to be the main requirement for anything Lambdadelta does - rather, the only requirement. If it seems like it can entertain her for a while, she's all for it. That's why talking to Dante certainly seems like a good plan, made all the better by the fact she can give him two out of three, should doing so appear to be equally entertaining.

She skips up to Dante, hands held together behind her back.

"When you say 'everything on it', what is 'everything', exactly?"

Dante almost swept past the girl, but paused for a moment and considered that. Actually, it was sort of a loaded question, and he still didn't know exactly where he was.

"Y'know, the usual. Meats. Sausage, bacon, anchovies, pepperoni, hamburger. Vegetables, like... onions, peppers-"

He paused a moment as he got to that part of it.

"Hold the olives. But y'know, the works."

She puts a finger to her lips, thinking it over for a moment before smiling up at him innocently.

"Hmm...yeah, I can do that. What about mushrooms? Artichokes? You want the crust dipped in chocolate?"

"Mushrooms, sure. Artichokes? Why not. Choc--"

Pause.

Dante raised an eyebrow, and glanced at her.

"Come again?"

Lambda stands firm on it - it doesn't sound strange at all, clearly.

"You know, chocolate dipped crust! Otherwise the crust's real boring!"

Okay. A little strange, but strange would probably be his middle name if he had one.

"...okay, sure. What the hell. Can't kill a guy to try it."

"You'll like it for sure! Chocolate and bread go really well together! It's salty and sweet, it's perfect!"

And with that, quite simply, a pizza appears on the table as she gives a quick wink. It seems to be in a delivery box with a picture of a black cat on the front. As suspicious as it is, nothing will jump out at him, though.

...

Well, okay. That was not normal. In even the most remote terms of the word. He didn't look surprised at this - it was just notable.

He knew he'd have to eat the oatmeal first, but a quick look wouldn't hurt, right? Without any care to how alarming it would be, he drew one of his handguns - Ivory - from its holster and used it to open the lid and take a peek inside.

Hey. Better safe than sorry.

Lambdadelta watches, simply smiling. She hops up on the table to go sit on the opposite side, resting her chin in her hands.

"And what's 'Jack'? I can do that too, so just tell me what it is and I'll do it!"

"Jack Daniels. Whiskey."

He waved Ivory around a little too casually as he spoke.

"But the better question, little lady - What are you, and what's the catch?"

"Hmm, me? It's not 'what', it's 'who'! Geez."

She wags a finger.

"I'm the Witch of Certainty; the Great Lady Lambdadelta~! I like people who know what they want, so there's no catch, I just like helping! Well...maybe you can let me have some of the pizza."

"Huh."

Dante eyed her for another second, and then grabbed a chair, swinging it around so that when he sat on it, it was backwards. He holstered Ivory and folded his arms across the back of the chair.

"Not a lot of folks who'd just go around callin' themselves witches. In fact, a good while ago, that'd be a surefire way of getting yourself killed. Still is, some places."

He glanced at the box, and then back at her.

"Help yourself, I guess. You brought it here. I gotta eat some other slop first, if what I'm hearin' is right."

He paused a bit, and leaned back, folding his arms.

"So then, Miss Great Lady. What's your deal?"

Oh, right, whisky. As she speaks, a bottle of Jack Daniels manifests by Dante.

"You can't burn a real witch at the stake. They won't die that easy!"

She opens the box and starts to reach for a slice, but stops to first take off one glove, before resuming. She takes a bite, moves her head to the side and drops a few candies on top. It was just missing that little something.

"Hmm, my 'deal'? I don't know, I think I just told you my deal!"

Dante observed her. Well, that took care of the "is it poison" question, unless it was one that would only affect her.

"Nah, you told me your name and title. Not a whole lot besides that - hey, color me curious. Lots of different sorts of magic and witchcraft out there. Some of it real, some of it people just THINK is real. Y'know - like those girls who weren't real witches and were burned at the stake."

He cocked his head to one side.

"And again, most wouldn't be that bold about using magic like that. So, what's up? There a lotta folks like you hanging around this place?"

When Dante reaches the library, what meets his ears probably isn't the kind of music he likes. It's set to relatively low volume, and playing from a nearby phograph Wilhelm had only recently brought up from his room. The room has very little privacy anyway, and it wasn't quiet; there was no point in staying there when he didn't need to sleep, anyway. Not when there are all of these books here, anyway.

If Dante chose to follow the music to his source, what he'd find is a table in one of the corners of the room, with a couch, two armchairs, and... well... this strange, celestial device. And a man with white hair, red eyes, a very futuristic-looking business suit, staring into said device as if in a trance.

[ OOC: Would you mind tagging this permissions post, as well? Particular in regards to the Compass? Wilhelm might be amused as to what Dante's namesake is, considering Wilhelm is a literature/poetry buff. ]

"Nope, only two others. There's other people who can do some summoning and stuff, but we're not the same at all. Like I said, I'm a Great Witch, totally on a different level than apprentices or just plain old witches. I'm on the senate, everyone totally looks up to me."

She licks her fingers, taking the opportunity to think of more to say. She certainly has no problem singing her own praises.

"See, there's territory witches, they can't really leave their own world unless someone else calls them away, but they're really strong there. Then there's voyager witches like me, we can go wherever we want, go between different worlds and stuff like that, and we'll be super strong in any of them. Any witch has a problem around too many humans who don't believe in magic, they make a toxin that poisons us. But around here there's lots of people who believe in magic, so I can do as I please. But a witch as powerful as me would be able to do a lot even if there were a bunch of the toxin around!"

Yusuke had been walking past the door when it suddenly zoomed past him by just a few inches. Rather than panic or yell, he calmly turns around, blinking.

"Somebody's pissed," remarked Yusuke. "Why can't more guys be like that than cry?"

[The door to 2-19 opened shortly after he stormed out of his room, and an angel stepped out of it, rubbing her head.]

Could you keep it down, please?

[An ... angel. WELL. You don't see that every day, but then, the last time he saw anything remotely of the sort...

It hadn't ended well.

Dante just sort of continued along his way, striding by the door.]

Might be in a better disposition if I knew where I just got dumped.

You're in a big tower. I don't think it has a name.

[She's trying to be helpful.]

Damn right he was pissed. But the comment caught Dante's ears, and he smirked in spite of himself.

"Guess you could say I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Wherever the hell I am, I think that's about any side."

[Dante half blinked, and rubbed a hand over his mouth for a moment.]

Yeah, tower. Got that.

[Freaking towers, man.

He pauses another second, cocks his head back and forth before considering his next question, but. Well.

One had to be sure, and if anyone knew, maybe it was some random angel.]

This tower doesn't open a gateway to hell that y'know of, right?

[Hey! Better safe than sorry.]

Not as far as I know. And I think I would notice something like that? But it's a pretty bad place by itself.

[Dante swept an arm across his chest and gave a half bow, all in an over dramatic fashion.]

Much obliged, then!

[He glances back up, smirking slightly.]

Then this ain't the worst tower I've been in.

That's good. People should be optimistic like that more often.

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